When you reach the station Becky tries one more time to get you to be released however Mildred simply laughs, "Look rookie if you want to make it on the force you best not piss me off. So go do paperwork while I deal with the perv."
Becky lowered her head and mouthed "I'm sorry," to you and headed for her desk.
Mildred pushed you into the station. You were tempted to scream but who would believe you? They would think you are crazy and keep you locked up anyway. Still cuffed you were shoved into an interrogation room. Mildred pushed a button on the intercom and said, "Yo Mike turn off the cameras in interrogation room #3."
A voice crackled on the intercom, "You got it, have fun."
What the fuck? How was this legal? How could the police be doing something like this?
"Ah alone at last. I've been working a double shift and my dogs are killin me!"
You were still hand cuffed and quite at her mercy. You shift uncomfortably in your chair. Mildred sits down in a chair and takes off her first police shoe. She's about five feet from you but even from that distance you can smell the stench. You had a foot fetish but that didn't mean you liked gross foul smelling feet! A man can like breasts but that doesn't mean a man would like 70 year old sagging tits!
"Oh god no keep them away from me."
Mildred cackled, "You'd think you would be a little nicer to me boy, I can do anything I want to ya in here."
You whimper as she takes off her second shoe. "Come over here boy, give my dogs a nice whiff."
What choice did you have. You manage to stand up in your handcuffs and walk over to the 200 pound black police officer. At a closer glance she looked to be in her late 30s. You carefully get down on your knees, which isn't the easiest thing when you are nervous and in cuffs.
Mildred sticks out one of her legs and you can see her damp gray sock wet with sweat. As you grow closer the smell becomes more and more noxious. You feel sick to your stomach. "Please... no...."
She cackles with laughter, "SNIFF BOY!"
You take a hesitant little sniff and it seems to burn your nostrils. Your not sure if that's a purely psychological effect or if her feet are smelly enough to deal physical damage! In either case you jerk backwards in horror and crash on your backside.
Mildred laughs, "And this is with my socks on, just wait until I peel these suckers off."
Utterly terrified you start to scream for help. "HELP SOMEONE HELP SHE'S KILLING ME HELP!!!"
Mildred wags her finger at you and says, "Oh now you've gone and done it, I guess I'll have to gag you with my socks."
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