Nikki was a few days away from graduating from the Police Academy. She was number three in her class academically and number one in physical training and defensive tactics. Like most Tuesday evenings she would stay late in the gym to work on her skills that were not being addressed during her academy training classes. She also took the opportunity to get some extra time in on the treadmill and exercise bike.
Nikki was a fanatic when it came to running and pushing her endurance beyond yesterday’s limits. She had been that way since a teenager; a lonely undertaking, but one that allowed her to immerse herself in thought, meditation and making herself the best that she could be. She could give most any marathon runner a challenge in trying to beat her across the finish line.
On this Tuesday evening as she exited the shower in the female locker room, there stood Lieutenant Dan Shaker, a wisp of a man, barely five and a half feet tall, with a girlish voice and although clearly in his forties, had the acne laden face of a fifteen year-old. Nikki, all of five feet nine inches tall with a body that any Victoria Secret model would crave, never cared for this man with a Napoleon complex and did not especially like being around him. Nikki always described him as a pox faced little street-Urchin.
Through some warped twist of fate, this festering boil on the buttocks of humanity had been named the head defensive tactics instructor in her academy class. Nikki never thought of him as much of a challenge in the defensive tactics arena. In fact, she was besting opponents of his limited skill set when she was sixteen years old. Most days, out of respect for his rank, she held back when he attempted to impress the other students by calling her on mat.
Being around Lieutenant Shaker always made Nikki feel uneasy; in fact, she always felt that he was a pervert in waiting. On this Tuesday evening he proved her theory as 100% accurate.
Shaker stood there with his little boy pants around his ankles with a diabolical grin and a missing tooth; Nikki always imagined some female slapping it out of his mouth after some inappropriate remark or action.
Shaker held what he foolishly believed was a representation of his manhood in his left hand. He then uttered the words, “I’ve had my eye on you since the first day of class. Your naked body is exactly what I have been dreaming of for the last six months.”
Nikki immediately thought to herself, what would mom do? She smiled, walked up to the Lieutenant and without saying a word, snatched his so called manhood out his hand squeezing and twisting it as hard as she could.
The zit faced Shaker was caught off guard and could not hold back the girlish scream that came with the pain of his genitals being twisted and pulled like a soft limp pretzel. He dropped to his knees begging for mercy in his little boy voice. Nikki then delivered a hammer-fist across the bridge of his nose, clearly breaking it and relieving him of two more teeth. As he was gasping for breath, Nikki said, BVB ass-hole!
The now toothless petite tiger fell to the ground in excruciating pain. The little man’s liberated teeth were lying next to him. Nikki walked over to sink and, thoroughly washed her hands with soap and bleach to remove any possibility of his putrid scent remaining on her hands.
After being satisfied that she had decontaminated her hands, she proceeded to her locker, got dress, with a smile of satisfaction on her face, and prepared to leave the locker room with the Lieutenant still raving on the floor in pain, repeatedly mutter the word, Bitch.
As Nikki was completing getting dressed, two recruits came rushing into the locker room in search of the screams that they had heard. Nikki’s only comment was to say; I think it came from over by the showers.
The lieutenant never returned to class. Nikki heard that he put in for retirement the next day. She never spoke of the incident, not to anyone.
Nikki was a fanatic when it came to running and pushing her endurance beyond yesterday’s limits. She had been that way since a teenager; a lonely undertaking, but one that allowed her to immerse herself in thought, meditation and making herself the best that she could be. She could give most any marathon runner a challenge in trying to beat her across the finish line.
On this Tuesday evening as she exited the shower in the female locker room, there stood Lieutenant Dan Shaker, a wisp of a man, barely five and a half feet tall, with a girlish voice and although clearly in his forties, had the acne laden face of a fifteen year-old. Nikki, all of five feet nine inches tall with a body that any Victoria Secret model would crave, never cared for this man with a Napoleon complex and did not especially like being around him. Nikki always described him as a pox faced little street-Urchin.
Through some warped twist of fate, this festering boil on the buttocks of humanity had been named the head defensive tactics instructor in her academy class. Nikki never thought of him as much of a challenge in the defensive tactics arena. In fact, she was besting opponents of his limited skill set when she was sixteen years old. Most days, out of respect for his rank, she held back when he attempted to impress the other students by calling her on mat.
Being around Lieutenant Shaker always made Nikki feel uneasy; in fact, she always felt that he was a pervert in waiting. On this Tuesday evening he proved her theory as 100% accurate.
Shaker stood there with his little boy pants around his ankles with a diabolical grin and a missing tooth; Nikki always imagined some female slapping it out of his mouth after some inappropriate remark or action.
Shaker held what he foolishly believed was a representation of his manhood in his left hand. He then uttered the words, “I’ve had my eye on you since the first day of class. Your naked body is exactly what I have been dreaming of for the last six months.”
Nikki immediately thought to herself, what would mom do? She smiled, walked up to the Lieutenant and without saying a word, snatched his so called manhood out his hand squeezing and twisting it as hard as she could.
The zit faced Shaker was caught off guard and could not hold back the girlish scream that came with the pain of his genitals being twisted and pulled like a soft limp pretzel. He dropped to his knees begging for mercy in his little boy voice. Nikki then delivered a hammer-fist across the bridge of his nose, clearly breaking it and relieving him of two more teeth. As he was gasping for breath, Nikki said, BVB ass-hole!
The now toothless petite tiger fell to the ground in excruciating pain. The little man’s liberated teeth were lying next to him. Nikki walked over to sink and, thoroughly washed her hands with soap and bleach to remove any possibility of his putrid scent remaining on her hands.
After being satisfied that she had decontaminated her hands, she proceeded to her locker, got dress, with a smile of satisfaction on her face, and prepared to leave the locker room with the Lieutenant still raving on the floor in pain, repeatedly mutter the word, Bitch.
As Nikki was completing getting dressed, two recruits came rushing into the locker room in search of the screams that they had heard. Nikki’s only comment was to say; I think it came from over by the showers.
The lieutenant never returned to class. Nikki heard that he put in for retirement the next day. She never spoke of the incident, not to anyone.