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Izzy had been less than quick getting to the Commissioner’s office, she had to stop by the complimentary coffee and donuts upon entering. Right now she was talking to one of her friends at her desk. Meanwhile, Stan had been rhythmically ground by her wrecking ball like cheeks.
Suddenly, the was a quick *RIP* sound! Stan had been freed by an unidentified hand. He looked forward and saw big eyed Izzy trying to look innocent while rubbing her rump. “My office. Now!” There was no mistaking the voice behind him, it was there boss, Commissioner Cynthia Rice.
Upon entering, their superior laid into Izzy, for wasting her time as well as company time. Stan would smile if he was reformed. “And another thing! You are being assigned a new partner Officer Lopez!” This was a surprise to be sure. About time! He mentally cheered. “And you Officer Padding. We need to talk, out!” She said calmly to him then sharply to Izzy.
The pudgy girl moved with surprising speed, she was up and out within two seconds. Now alone, Cynthia patiently waited the necessary time for Stan to reform, then spoke. “Officer Padding it brings me no joy to say that your time in field is done.” Her words struck him like a smack in the face. “What? Why? How could this happen?” He asked. Cynthia then pulled a stack of what looked like thirty photographs. “Well, for starters, you’ve spent over half your career as an officer as Ms. Lopez’s butt sticker.” She showed over half of the stack of photos, Stan across the cheek, Stan in between her crack, Stan stuck to the driver seat of their car and one of Stan found on the back part of her discarded uniform pants. “I- ugh well, a lot of those were accidents. The one’s that weren’t were… well, I can’t stop her. I-“ He started to say before Cynthia slammed her hand down on her desk. “Exactly. You can’t stop her.” She said.
She took the rest of the stack and spread them out across her desk. “You know what else you can’t stop, criminals! Here’s one of you, not discovered until the perp was caught and processed.” The picture showed Stan flattened into the grooves of a boot. A purse snatcher a few weeks ago. Izzy tried to stop her, but she got elbowed in the chin. Stan who was in her hand at the time fell down and was met by her stomp. Luckily a second squad car happened to be in the area and caught her, otherwise he’d probably still be under that shoe.
She scooted another photo forward of a woman getting her mugshot taken. She was wearing a bikini with black bottoms and a tan colored top with two bloodshot eyes stretched to the max across her massive jugs. Kleptomaniac, Stan followed up on this lead while Izzy was doing another one of her famous ice cream trips. The thief had snatched items off of four unsuspecting civilians. He stepped out of the car and grabbed onto her shoe just in time. He rode it all the way back to her house. Once she was in her treasure room of stolen items. Stan was going to take a video of her illicit deeds, but he accidentally snapped a picture with the flash on. Needless to say, she saw this. He spent the next, month as a silenced witness and ill fitting bra for the maniac. It was only after the girl got cocky and wore him to a waterpark, did he get caught. None other than Izzy herself spotted him, the only bra with a cop mustache helped him stand out.
“Time and time again, you have failed to be an officer of the law.” Stan had nothing to say, he wanted to argue, but this was some hard proof in front of him. “The Mayor will no longer take embarrassment of this magnitude. People can’t be expected to follow the law when they see a police officer reduce to a tattoo on someone’s breasts.” Stan couldn’t hang his head any lower at hearing this. “Don’t look too downtrodden, Officer Padding. Your Tiny activist friends have made it virtually impossible to fire you. So, instead you will be out of the field indefinitely and will be doing work here in the precinct.” She said. He couldn’t tell if this was good news or bad news. On one hand, he was still a cop, but on another he was being forced into a desk job.
What awaits Stan at the precinct?
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