adamant19uk
08-29-2011, 6:43 AM
Haven't written a story for many years so here goes. If you like it I'll do more parts.
Stef's Snout
The phone in the CID office rang, Stef picked up, “Bartlett”
“Hello Boots it's George, your prisoner has asked to speak to you”.
Stef had been expecting this call, “I bet he does the little fucker. What time have we got him 'till?
“10 o' clock tomorrow morning.”
“Brilliant, lets let the little fucker fester for a while, tell him I'm busy.”
DC Stef Bartlett, known to all & sundry as Boots had been a copper for 6 years. Brought up on a farm in deepest Dorset she had a kind of ruggedness that most cockneys could only dream of. A real daddy's girl her interest in the police had developed from hours spent sat with her old man watching re-runs of The Sweeney, & her answer to enquiries about her ambitions was simple, “Nick villains!”
And so it came to pass that just before her 19th birthday Stef swapped the Dorset countryside for the bright lights of London & the Metropolitan Police.
From Hendon she was posted to the streets of the East End, where despite some of her colleagues natural scepticism about having a 5' 3” tall teenage farmers daughter amongst them, her wicked sense of humour & old school views on society, coupled with the fact she swore like a trooper & was more than willing to get stuck in when it all kicked off, she quickly became popular.
Stef earned her nickname about 3 months after starting on the beat; she was walking around one of the estates with her mentor, a time served PC called Gordon who was already planning his retirement despite it being 6 years away. In the 3 years she walked the beat in the east end she spent as much time as she could with Gordon, soaking up his experience like a sponge, she viewed him as a kind old uncle. On this particular day they walked around the corner just in time to see 2 masked men emerging from a betting shop with a bag of cash that they definitely hadn't won on the gee gees.
For the briefest of moments there was a Mexican stand off as the coppers clocked the villains & the villains clocked the coppers, then it was game on. With 50 yards between them the blaggers were off on their toes, Stef dropped her hat, pulled her baton and was off after them. Gordon picked up her hat & started to follow, half shouting at Stef, “Stef, wait, don't do anything daft...” half shouting into his radio, “Urgent assistance....”
Keeping up as best he could catching glimpses of his young protégée disappearing round corners ahead of him, he was seriously worried, if they cornered her she got get seriously hurt before he could get to her. Then as he rounded a corner that led into an alley he stopped, his eyes widened to take in the view that greeted him.
A gorilla of a man was laid on the floor on his front, puffing like a train, hands cuffed behind his back, on which stood Stef, holding the second villain against a wall, arm twisted up his back, baton pressed against the back of his neck.
Stef smiled at Gordon, “Keep up Gordon, I need your handcuffs”.
And so it came to be that Stef became Boots.
6 years on Stef had moved on; a year with the TSG, the riot squad, “For a bit of rough a tumble” as she put it, before back to the east end to where she always wanted to be, the criminal investigation department, nicking villains: Gordon was still walking the beat, edging tantalisingly close to his longed for retirement: The Gorilla who had the honour of being the first of many villains to be stood on by Stef, had just been released on licence after serving half of a ten year sentence for a series of betting shop robberies, which until he had encountered the under 20 south of England female kick boxing champion, had been a nice littler earner. Now back amongst his old acquaintances, he was ducking & diving & wheeling & dealing. He knew most of what was going down & who was doing what, & was trying not to get caught doing anything silly. One wrong move & he'd be straight back inside. Trouble was he was being watched.
Then one night the estate bad boys kicked off, cars were set fire to, shops were looted, & the locals did as much naughtiness as they could get away with, including Gorilla. A smashed up shop proved just a little too tempting & after the looters had left he helped himself to some fancy new clothes.
And in the midst of the trouble an old copper called Gordon had taken a serious beating.
In the days following the trouble the police kicked in many front doors & led away handcuffed villains protesting their innocence. Gorillas front door remained intact, but he remained nervous so after dark he took the clothes down a subway doused them in petrol & set fire to them. No evidence, no crime he told himself.
He walked quickly back to his flat & let himself in, shutting the door behind him he leaned against it & drew breath.
Stef flicked the light switch, “You're fucking nicked.”
“FUCK!” He stared at her stood in the doorway to the kitchen, bleach blonde hair in a pony tail, black trouser suit & stilettos, “How the fuck did you get in?!”
“I'm the one that asks the fucking questions, face the wall hands behind your back.”
“I've not done nothing!”
Stef slipped her hand inside her jacket & pulled out her baton, with a flick of the wrist she extended it & rested it on her shoulder. She smiled & stared straight into his eyes, “I'm starting to think you're not going to be compliant. FACE THE FUCKING WALL & PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS BEHIND YOUR FUCKING BACK FUCKING NOW!”
He turned around & within seconds had his hands cuffed tight behind his back.
Stef leant in close to his ear, whispering softly, “If you kick off sweet heart I'll put you down the fucking stairs, understand?”
The Gorilla gritted his teeth against the painful hold, “You can't do this aargh!”
Stef's baton smacked into the side of his thigh, his leg gave way & he was falling, Stef pulling him down by his throat.
In a second he was on his back, helpless as Stef's placed her left foot across his throat, her heel digging in hard. Gorilla gasped for breath, Stef leaned down, resting her arm on her knee, the end of her baton pushed hard into his cheek. “Listen to me you fucking slag, I fucked your life up once, I will have no fucking hesitation fucking it up again. DO NOT CROSS ME, understand?” she shifted more weight onto her left foot until Gorilla was choking. He nodded frantically.
In the interview room Stef sat on one side of the desk, next to Susie, a fellow DC, the gorilla sat facing her, arms folded, stoney faced, next to him his brief, who had advised his client to say nothing. The brief had assured him that Stef had nothing on him, & soon he would be on his merry way home & Stef would get her knuckles wrapped.
The brief was right, Stef did have nothing on him, but she knew that he knew who had given Gordon the beating, & one way or another she was determined to find out. And if that meant being “flexible” with the rules then so be it.
Stef had arrested the Gorilla on suspicion of burglary, to be fair there wasn't many people from the estate that hadn't burgled somewhere on the night of the riot, it was proving it that was the hard part.
Stef was struggling, every answer was met with a no comment, & she was beginning to run out of ideas.
Then her luck changed & so do life for the gorilla.
Susie had been one of the detectives given the thankless task of trawling through the hours upon hours of CCTV. And there he was, a little grainy fuzzy image, waiting for the looters to move on before quickly sticking his hand through the broken window & helping himself to a pair of jeans & a shirt.
“Oh come to fucking mummy!” Stef threw her arms around Susie & kissed her full on the lips.
The CID room erupted into wolf whistles & applause. Susie blushed.
Back in the interview room Stef smiled at the brief & the the Gorilla, “I'm going to show you some CCTV” The screen came to life & Stef watched as both the brief & the Gorilla's jaws both slowly fell open at the sight of the Gorilla sealing his fate.
The brief cleared his throat “I need to consult my client”
“Interview terminated”
As the Gorilla followed his brief out of the interview room Stef leant into him face to face, “You are going to beg to talk to me, fucking beg!”
The morning after the phone call from George, Stef went down to the custody suite & put her arm round George's waist, “Hi George, how are you?”
“Hello Boots, you’re looking lovely as usual”
“You make me blush George.”
George had been one of the custody sergeants when Stef had arrived from Hendon as a fresh faced 19 year old & he was still there now. He was another time served copper that had been there & got the T shirt.
“Come to visit me or your prisoner?”
“I always come to see you George, but I do need to see the little fucker. Has he been sweating?”
“Crying like a baby by all accounts Boots, been asking to see you every half hour since last night.”
“Beautiful! Is the camera in his cell working?”
George was well aware of Stef's flexible rules & the origin of her nickname, but was not about to drop himself into anything too deep, “Don't you go doing anything silly Boots”.
“I just need to put him in his place, nothing serious.”
“Well we have been having a few technical difficulties with that one”, and with that he turned off the camera & led Stef down to her prisoners cell. He unlocked the door & looked at Stef, “Nothing serious ok Boots.”
“Nothing serious, promise.”
“And Boots, take your shoes off.”
Stef kicked off her black stiletto courts & stood there hands on hips facing the door, grey trouser suit & bare feet, her french pedicured toes just visible beyond the hem of her trousers.
George pulled the heavy door open & there sat the Gorilla looking like a rabbit court in the headlights.
Stef stepped into the cell, “5 minutes please George”
“5 minutes.”
The heavy door closed behind her. She reached into her jacket & pulled out her handcuffs, “Hands behind your back”.
Her prisoner cuffed she stood in front of him arms folded, he sat on the bed looking at the floor, “I wanna do a deal..”
Stef lifted her foot & pushed him back against the wall by his chest, he looked up at her snarling down at him.
“You want to do a fucking deal? What could you possibly have to do a deal with? You are staring down the barrel of a 5 stretch!”
The Gorilla mumbled “Information”
“What? I can't fucking hear you!”
Louder this time, “Information.”
“What information? Don't even bother with the fuckers that did Gordon, we've got them” she lied.
The Gorilla hesitated, he wasn't expecting that, “Um, regular information..”
Bingo!
Stef removed her foot from his chest & leant right into him, nose to nose. She spoke softly, “You want to be an informant? You want to be my snout?” Laughing now “You want to be a fucking grass?!” She spat in his face.
She grabbed him by the neck and pulled him off the bed forcing him onto his belly on the floor, she stood in front of him, forcing one foot under his face, stepping on the back of his head with the other one. “I told you you would beg to talk to me, now you want to be my fucking snout you will fucking beg you piece of shit.”
The Gorilla was in a mess, he tried to get comfortable, his arms ached, the cuffs cut into his wrists; for a couple of seconds he contemplated life. The thought of another 5 years inside terrified him, his size had made him the target of every little hard man with something to prove, & if you cut the surface the Gorilla was no hard man.
“P please.....can I...”
“Can't hear you!”
“Please, can I be your, um, informant.”
Stef sniggered, “I think what you are trying to say is 'Please ma'am I'm begging to be your snout'”
Gorilla closed his eyes, “Please...please ma'am.....I'm begging to be....to be your snout.”
“Kiss my foot.”
Gorilla opened his eyes and looked at the dainty foot in front of his face, Stef gave his face a little kick, “Kiss it now.”
He pressed his lips to her toes.
“Keep going!”
So Gorilla the villain lay there handcuffed on the floor having just begged to be a policewoman’s snout, kissing her foot. And Stef the policewoman stood over her snout beaming from ear to ear, filming it all on her iPhone.
Stef slipped her iPhone back into her pocket before kicking & cajoling Gorilla onto his back; then she stepped onto his chest and onto the bed. “Right then snout, let me explain the rules. Number 1 you call me ma'am, number 2 when I say jump you jump.” And with that she jumped from the bed landing on his belly with both feet.
“Hmmph!”
She wriggled her feet around positioning herself on his chest.
“Understand?”
“Yes, yes ma'am”
“Number 3 you fuck me about & this goes on You Tube” and with that she whipped her iPhone out and played the video back to him.
He closed his eyes and groaned, she slipped her iPhone back in her pocket & put her foot on his face, “Get used to this boy, because you are going to spend so much time at my feet you're going to have fucking squatters rights! Now start loving it boy!” but the Gorilla was already kissing the sole of her foot.
When the cell door swung open he was sat on the bed, the only sign of his ordeal were the red marks on his wrists.
George looked at Gorilla then at Stef, “Everything ok Boots?”
“Fine thanks, feet are cold though, next time I'm keeping my shoes on.” She winked at Gorilla, he sighed.
“Come on you're free to go.”
Gorilla followed them to the custody desk, George stood one side going through the release paperwork & returning his possessions, he looked at the slightly pained expression on Gorilla's face, “Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I'm fine.”
On the other side of the desk Stef stood next to her newly acquired snout, down at floor level out of sight of the custody sergeant, her stiletto heel dug hard into Gorilla's foot.
“I'll be in touch”.
Stef's Snout
The phone in the CID office rang, Stef picked up, “Bartlett”
“Hello Boots it's George, your prisoner has asked to speak to you”.
Stef had been expecting this call, “I bet he does the little fucker. What time have we got him 'till?
“10 o' clock tomorrow morning.”
“Brilliant, lets let the little fucker fester for a while, tell him I'm busy.”
DC Stef Bartlett, known to all & sundry as Boots had been a copper for 6 years. Brought up on a farm in deepest Dorset she had a kind of ruggedness that most cockneys could only dream of. A real daddy's girl her interest in the police had developed from hours spent sat with her old man watching re-runs of The Sweeney, & her answer to enquiries about her ambitions was simple, “Nick villains!”
And so it came to pass that just before her 19th birthday Stef swapped the Dorset countryside for the bright lights of London & the Metropolitan Police.
From Hendon she was posted to the streets of the East End, where despite some of her colleagues natural scepticism about having a 5' 3” tall teenage farmers daughter amongst them, her wicked sense of humour & old school views on society, coupled with the fact she swore like a trooper & was more than willing to get stuck in when it all kicked off, she quickly became popular.
Stef earned her nickname about 3 months after starting on the beat; she was walking around one of the estates with her mentor, a time served PC called Gordon who was already planning his retirement despite it being 6 years away. In the 3 years she walked the beat in the east end she spent as much time as she could with Gordon, soaking up his experience like a sponge, she viewed him as a kind old uncle. On this particular day they walked around the corner just in time to see 2 masked men emerging from a betting shop with a bag of cash that they definitely hadn't won on the gee gees.
For the briefest of moments there was a Mexican stand off as the coppers clocked the villains & the villains clocked the coppers, then it was game on. With 50 yards between them the blaggers were off on their toes, Stef dropped her hat, pulled her baton and was off after them. Gordon picked up her hat & started to follow, half shouting at Stef, “Stef, wait, don't do anything daft...” half shouting into his radio, “Urgent assistance....”
Keeping up as best he could catching glimpses of his young protégée disappearing round corners ahead of him, he was seriously worried, if they cornered her she got get seriously hurt before he could get to her. Then as he rounded a corner that led into an alley he stopped, his eyes widened to take in the view that greeted him.
A gorilla of a man was laid on the floor on his front, puffing like a train, hands cuffed behind his back, on which stood Stef, holding the second villain against a wall, arm twisted up his back, baton pressed against the back of his neck.
Stef smiled at Gordon, “Keep up Gordon, I need your handcuffs”.
And so it came to be that Stef became Boots.
6 years on Stef had moved on; a year with the TSG, the riot squad, “For a bit of rough a tumble” as she put it, before back to the east end to where she always wanted to be, the criminal investigation department, nicking villains: Gordon was still walking the beat, edging tantalisingly close to his longed for retirement: The Gorilla who had the honour of being the first of many villains to be stood on by Stef, had just been released on licence after serving half of a ten year sentence for a series of betting shop robberies, which until he had encountered the under 20 south of England female kick boxing champion, had been a nice littler earner. Now back amongst his old acquaintances, he was ducking & diving & wheeling & dealing. He knew most of what was going down & who was doing what, & was trying not to get caught doing anything silly. One wrong move & he'd be straight back inside. Trouble was he was being watched.
Then one night the estate bad boys kicked off, cars were set fire to, shops were looted, & the locals did as much naughtiness as they could get away with, including Gorilla. A smashed up shop proved just a little too tempting & after the looters had left he helped himself to some fancy new clothes.
And in the midst of the trouble an old copper called Gordon had taken a serious beating.
In the days following the trouble the police kicked in many front doors & led away handcuffed villains protesting their innocence. Gorillas front door remained intact, but he remained nervous so after dark he took the clothes down a subway doused them in petrol & set fire to them. No evidence, no crime he told himself.
He walked quickly back to his flat & let himself in, shutting the door behind him he leaned against it & drew breath.
Stef flicked the light switch, “You're fucking nicked.”
“FUCK!” He stared at her stood in the doorway to the kitchen, bleach blonde hair in a pony tail, black trouser suit & stilettos, “How the fuck did you get in?!”
“I'm the one that asks the fucking questions, face the wall hands behind your back.”
“I've not done nothing!”
Stef slipped her hand inside her jacket & pulled out her baton, with a flick of the wrist she extended it & rested it on her shoulder. She smiled & stared straight into his eyes, “I'm starting to think you're not going to be compliant. FACE THE FUCKING WALL & PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS BEHIND YOUR FUCKING BACK FUCKING NOW!”
He turned around & within seconds had his hands cuffed tight behind his back.
Stef leant in close to his ear, whispering softly, “If you kick off sweet heart I'll put you down the fucking stairs, understand?”
The Gorilla gritted his teeth against the painful hold, “You can't do this aargh!”
Stef's baton smacked into the side of his thigh, his leg gave way & he was falling, Stef pulling him down by his throat.
In a second he was on his back, helpless as Stef's placed her left foot across his throat, her heel digging in hard. Gorilla gasped for breath, Stef leaned down, resting her arm on her knee, the end of her baton pushed hard into his cheek. “Listen to me you fucking slag, I fucked your life up once, I will have no fucking hesitation fucking it up again. DO NOT CROSS ME, understand?” she shifted more weight onto her left foot until Gorilla was choking. He nodded frantically.
In the interview room Stef sat on one side of the desk, next to Susie, a fellow DC, the gorilla sat facing her, arms folded, stoney faced, next to him his brief, who had advised his client to say nothing. The brief had assured him that Stef had nothing on him, & soon he would be on his merry way home & Stef would get her knuckles wrapped.
The brief was right, Stef did have nothing on him, but she knew that he knew who had given Gordon the beating, & one way or another she was determined to find out. And if that meant being “flexible” with the rules then so be it.
Stef had arrested the Gorilla on suspicion of burglary, to be fair there wasn't many people from the estate that hadn't burgled somewhere on the night of the riot, it was proving it that was the hard part.
Stef was struggling, every answer was met with a no comment, & she was beginning to run out of ideas.
Then her luck changed & so do life for the gorilla.
Susie had been one of the detectives given the thankless task of trawling through the hours upon hours of CCTV. And there he was, a little grainy fuzzy image, waiting for the looters to move on before quickly sticking his hand through the broken window & helping himself to a pair of jeans & a shirt.
“Oh come to fucking mummy!” Stef threw her arms around Susie & kissed her full on the lips.
The CID room erupted into wolf whistles & applause. Susie blushed.
Back in the interview room Stef smiled at the brief & the the Gorilla, “I'm going to show you some CCTV” The screen came to life & Stef watched as both the brief & the Gorilla's jaws both slowly fell open at the sight of the Gorilla sealing his fate.
The brief cleared his throat “I need to consult my client”
“Interview terminated”
As the Gorilla followed his brief out of the interview room Stef leant into him face to face, “You are going to beg to talk to me, fucking beg!”
The morning after the phone call from George, Stef went down to the custody suite & put her arm round George's waist, “Hi George, how are you?”
“Hello Boots, you’re looking lovely as usual”
“You make me blush George.”
George had been one of the custody sergeants when Stef had arrived from Hendon as a fresh faced 19 year old & he was still there now. He was another time served copper that had been there & got the T shirt.
“Come to visit me or your prisoner?”
“I always come to see you George, but I do need to see the little fucker. Has he been sweating?”
“Crying like a baby by all accounts Boots, been asking to see you every half hour since last night.”
“Beautiful! Is the camera in his cell working?”
George was well aware of Stef's flexible rules & the origin of her nickname, but was not about to drop himself into anything too deep, “Don't you go doing anything silly Boots”.
“I just need to put him in his place, nothing serious.”
“Well we have been having a few technical difficulties with that one”, and with that he turned off the camera & led Stef down to her prisoners cell. He unlocked the door & looked at Stef, “Nothing serious ok Boots.”
“Nothing serious, promise.”
“And Boots, take your shoes off.”
Stef kicked off her black stiletto courts & stood there hands on hips facing the door, grey trouser suit & bare feet, her french pedicured toes just visible beyond the hem of her trousers.
George pulled the heavy door open & there sat the Gorilla looking like a rabbit court in the headlights.
Stef stepped into the cell, “5 minutes please George”
“5 minutes.”
The heavy door closed behind her. She reached into her jacket & pulled out her handcuffs, “Hands behind your back”.
Her prisoner cuffed she stood in front of him arms folded, he sat on the bed looking at the floor, “I wanna do a deal..”
Stef lifted her foot & pushed him back against the wall by his chest, he looked up at her snarling down at him.
“You want to do a fucking deal? What could you possibly have to do a deal with? You are staring down the barrel of a 5 stretch!”
The Gorilla mumbled “Information”
“What? I can't fucking hear you!”
Louder this time, “Information.”
“What information? Don't even bother with the fuckers that did Gordon, we've got them” she lied.
The Gorilla hesitated, he wasn't expecting that, “Um, regular information..”
Bingo!
Stef removed her foot from his chest & leant right into him, nose to nose. She spoke softly, “You want to be an informant? You want to be my snout?” Laughing now “You want to be a fucking grass?!” She spat in his face.
She grabbed him by the neck and pulled him off the bed forcing him onto his belly on the floor, she stood in front of him, forcing one foot under his face, stepping on the back of his head with the other one. “I told you you would beg to talk to me, now you want to be my fucking snout you will fucking beg you piece of shit.”
The Gorilla was in a mess, he tried to get comfortable, his arms ached, the cuffs cut into his wrists; for a couple of seconds he contemplated life. The thought of another 5 years inside terrified him, his size had made him the target of every little hard man with something to prove, & if you cut the surface the Gorilla was no hard man.
“P please.....can I...”
“Can't hear you!”
“Please, can I be your, um, informant.”
Stef sniggered, “I think what you are trying to say is 'Please ma'am I'm begging to be your snout'”
Gorilla closed his eyes, “Please...please ma'am.....I'm begging to be....to be your snout.”
“Kiss my foot.”
Gorilla opened his eyes and looked at the dainty foot in front of his face, Stef gave his face a little kick, “Kiss it now.”
He pressed his lips to her toes.
“Keep going!”
So Gorilla the villain lay there handcuffed on the floor having just begged to be a policewoman’s snout, kissing her foot. And Stef the policewoman stood over her snout beaming from ear to ear, filming it all on her iPhone.
Stef slipped her iPhone back into her pocket before kicking & cajoling Gorilla onto his back; then she stepped onto his chest and onto the bed. “Right then snout, let me explain the rules. Number 1 you call me ma'am, number 2 when I say jump you jump.” And with that she jumped from the bed landing on his belly with both feet.
“Hmmph!”
She wriggled her feet around positioning herself on his chest.
“Understand?”
“Yes, yes ma'am”
“Number 3 you fuck me about & this goes on You Tube” and with that she whipped her iPhone out and played the video back to him.
He closed his eyes and groaned, she slipped her iPhone back in her pocket & put her foot on his face, “Get used to this boy, because you are going to spend so much time at my feet you're going to have fucking squatters rights! Now start loving it boy!” but the Gorilla was already kissing the sole of her foot.
When the cell door swung open he was sat on the bed, the only sign of his ordeal were the red marks on his wrists.
George looked at Gorilla then at Stef, “Everything ok Boots?”
“Fine thanks, feet are cold though, next time I'm keeping my shoes on.” She winked at Gorilla, he sighed.
“Come on you're free to go.”
Gorilla followed them to the custody desk, George stood one side going through the release paperwork & returning his possessions, he looked at the slightly pained expression on Gorilla's face, “Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I'm fine.”
On the other side of the desk Stef stood next to her newly acquired snout, down at floor level out of sight of the custody sergeant, her stiletto heel dug hard into Gorilla's foot.
“I'll be in touch”.