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Izzy took her time sashaying her way to the commissioner’s office, stopping to chitchat with some friends and making a pit stop at a vending machine. Stan was in utter torment between her steaming cheeks, it was like a cross between a sauna and a port-a-potty. The rhythmic grinding of her cheeks didn’t do him any favors either, as he was fusing to the dread in her cheap police trousers. Finally, she arrived at Cynthia’s office, finding Commission Rice looking anything but pleased.
Izzy, didn’t notice however as she plopped her rump down on the chair, causing the poor piece of furniture to crack and groan, as well as creating great pressure for you. “Reporting for-“ “35 minutes!” She started to say before her superior quickly cut her off. There was a great and serious quiet in the room after this. “I tell you to report back to the station and you tell me 20 minutes. I think weird because officer Lopez will gladly flip on her lights to make it to her favorite donut and burger places on time, but it takes her twenty-god-forsaken-minutes to get back to her place of work! Not only that! On top of that, you weren’t only late, BUT 15 MINUTES LATE!!”
Izzy was deathly silent at this scolding. She got a free ride often thanks to her family’s contributions to the police department of this city, but something was on fire inside of Cynthia today. She couldn’t even form a response, she was so scared. Stan hadn't heard much, but as soon as the vibrations of shouting started, his world became the vice of her cheeks as she tightened them in anxiety. “Where is your partner?” Cynthia said a bit more calm.
Izzy sprang to life at this lifting her butt up off of the seat and moved her hands to her crack. Her hands searched crazily for a hint of his form. This quickly turned into a manic scratching, that managed to peel off a little bit of him, aiding her long enough to peel him off. She then placed him on the desk without hesitation, then sat back down and looked at the floor.
Stan was surprised at his rapid change of scenery. It wasn’t like Izzy to be quick about rescuing him from her rear. After a minute he reformed and looked up at an alarmingly angry Cynthia. Clambering, he got his wits about him. “Officer Padding, reporting for duty, ma’am.” He said, trying to be professional, although he was a butt sticker just a few minutes ago.
“We found it, Stan.” The tone of her voice was a soft but sharp one, something in her tone also registered as disappointed. “Found what?” He responded. “Now’s not the time to play dumb. The money, Stan! The money you've been stealing from lock up, the security tapes you’ve been taking and the bribes you've been accepting from criminals!”
Suddenly, a wave of fear swept through you. What in God’s name was she talking about?! He hadn’t done any of this! “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you mean. I’ve never done anything close to that.” He said. Cynthia pulled a large manilla file out of her desk and slammed it down in front of him. The cover of the file read “The Padding Case”, she then opened it up and started laying out putting photos all around him.
“You don’t understand any of these?!” Cynthia boomed, irritation joining her anger. The photos depicted his apartment filled to the brim with regular sized cash, looking at it made it seem impossible for a tiny to fit in there. He felt as though he was in the middle of a nightmare. That, one hundred percent, wasn’t there when he went to work this morning. “Cynthia, Comissioner Rice! I-!“ He tried to say before being cut off again. “Former officer Stan Padding, I hereby place you under arrest!” She said, slamming her flat palm down onto him instantly turning him 2D. As she read through his rights, with Stan practically a tattoo on her hand, one word rang out horribly through his mind “former”. He had worked so hard to reach these heights and in this moment they were taken away. As soon as she was done speaking, she took him out of the room, he managed to take one look at Izzy, who kept her head down, shaking in her chair.
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The next few days were a blur as you were kept in a pocket sized cell that past from back pocket to back pocket at the station. This further cemented these days as the worst of your life as you had only seen the horrid butts of working women.
Then you saw light as his crushed cage was set down in some kind of courtroom. He tried to get his senses back but his squished cell made true reformation impossible. It looks like things hadn’t started in earnest though, so you had a little time. Just then you heard a pair of heels clicking their way toward him. He saw a short pudgy woman with red curly hair tied back, bursting pantsuit, wide brim glasses and bright red lipstick. She had some of the largest breasts you’d ever seen with her whole bust being the size of a watermelon. She was currently lip smacking some bubble hum hard, occasionally blowing a bubble, while looking at her phone.
She finished up a text before sliding her phone between her cleavage in a very informal manor. “Hello, mistah Padding, I’m Paris, I’m the public defenduh and yuh lawyer.” She said in a very urban tone, vaguely Jersey vaguely Brooklyn. Was the justice system this broken?! Not only had he been a police cushion for however many days he’d been arrested, but they didn’t even give him the opportunity to pick any lawyer other than the public defender?!
Time went on and Paris just click clacked away on her phone. Eventually things started and a hard nose looking elderly woman in judges robes came to the bench. “All rise! The honorable Judge Janine McIntosh presiding. All did with the except Stan, of course, which the judge noticed. “Ahem. Ms. Dunn, please unshackle your client.” She said sternly. “Oh right, so sorry judge.” She said before finally releasing Stan and allowing him to reform. “Mr. Padding you are charged with several accounts of embezzlement and bribery, how do you plead.
Things were hazy as he finally had a chance to speak, but Stan wasn't going to waste this moment. “Not guilty, your honor.” He shouted prompting a few murmurs from the crowd. “And if I may.” “You may not.” Stan trued to say before the judge cut him off. “Please your honor! I’ve been sealed in darkness during my detainment and have had no chance to make my phone call or orchestrate any legal preparations, I-“ He tried to say before the judge took over once again. “Ms. Dunn, control your client!”
“Yes, yuh honor.” She said, before sliding Stan towards her. Paris then lifted up her mountainous rack and slammed it down on him. After a good couple of pushes and drags across Stan. She sat up revealing him crushed into a spread eagle sticker on the table. Stan was in great jeopardy with this airhead and these backward law proceedings.
After a rocky start, how does the trial play out?
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