Twisted Cops

[darkstalker]

one of the request and one of the bigger ones that has some flash backs and goes for a seven day period. here is the first part.
shu wen is an asian woman who is new and has to rent at a dirty apartment. having tired of the harassement from her neighbors she calls the cops in to do something about it. sadly she gets Doug and Dave who have more in common with her neighbors than they do her. poor shu wen is going to find out the hard way that the law isn't always on your side!

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She stares up at the apartment with drowsy eyes, tired and fearful. Shu wen is an immigrant who has come to the states since only a few months back to try her luck at a better life in the great nation of hope. But she has found little of that here. Only a job that barely manages to cover the rent to an apartment of an even poorer condition. If she’d wanted this, she thinks, she’d have stayed in Korea.
Even worse are the men only a room down, across the hall, which she has to bypass each day. At first they seemed kind and helped her unpack her things and settle in when she first moved but as of late they have grown vulgar, their comments down right filthy and the looks they give her.... as if they’re already undressing her. It makes her shudder.
Shu wen would consider herself pretty, but nothing to catch the eye. She has deep rich brown eyes, dark hair that curls down over her shoulders, a body that pushes out with a formidable sized C cup breast size and wide roundish hips. While that is all and well she does not measure more than five foot four, and has fairly white skin, but maybe not light enough to that grabs attention, she thinks. She always remembers all the men going for the women who were of a lighter variety of skin than she back in her country and though she has had a boyfriend, she never felt comfortable enough to give him her chastity. So at 24 years of age, even now, she remains a virgin, having lost that boyfriend years before her move here. But with how the men next to her room speak, people would think she was a common harlot who has slept around with several men. It is not what she came to the states for, to feel like this...
Gritting her teeth, she pushes the door open and sure enough, at the base of the steps are Mark and Carl smoking what she thinks might be sticks of marihuana. Filthy. They themselves refer to each other by their Spanish equivalents, Marcos and Carlos. Both are of Hispanic origin. Thin and not overly distasteful of look, though one is fully shaved of scalp and bares the remnants of a mustache, the other has the full look of a goatee and unshaven face. Both wear tattoos and earrings on their bodies, wearing loose unbuttoned shirts and tank tops beneath them that generally have the stains of sweat on them. Their pants are no better with overly large belts and knees already worn through. She knows in some places it’s a style but it doesn’t look very good in her opinion. And both are smoking, adding to the uncomfortable gazes they give her.
The one grips the other by the shoulder as he eyes her, already seeming to undress her with his gaze. Instinctively she covers her breasts. A mistake.
“Look Carlos. It’s the big cow with her tits hanging out.”
Mark, who had been in a daze, looks up and smiles. “Yeah...” He gets up and Shu wen finds herself stepping back. “How about a little milk baby? I can help you milk those udders of yours good!”
She circles around them both, stomping up the steps and hurriedly rushing to her apartment room door. “Hey,” says Mark, coming up the stairs in a stumbling gate. “What’s the rush, putita? You stay around we can help you take some weight off that ass.”
“Or put some on!” says his friend.
“Oh yeah.....” says Mark and begins to laugh.
In her haste to open her door, she jams the key into the slot and misses, dropping the keys. She quickly bends down, picking them up, aware of the men sauntering over, their looks already making her shudder. “Oh! Look at that fine ass. I can really see how we could add some good weight there. Me, between them cheeks. Bend her over and give her a good fuck over the hood of my car.” He makes a smacking sound with his lips and Shu wen shudders. “Yeah, must be heaven!”
She shoves the keys into the lock once more, jangling them on the knob, hearing the metal resist, almost as if taunting her. As if wanting the men to commit those vile acts upon her body. She jerks at the handle, trying to push the key in. “You having trouble putita?” ask one. “You know, it’s men who put things in holes. Not women. Maybe you’d like me to show you?” She looks back at the duo with wide eyes, her mouth partly agape and goes back to struggling with the door. After what feels like several minutes the key goes through, the bolts shifting out of the way and she opens the door, slipping in and slams it behind her.
“Ey! Don’t be like that putita,” says Mark from just behind the door. “We just wan’ give you some lovin’ is all!”
She leans back against the door and sobs. Yes, she’s wearing a tight shirt with the suit emphasizing her chest and a short skirt with high heels, but they’re requirements for work! It’s not her choice to dress like this! How can these men not see that!? Don’t they care? She lowers her head, wrapping her arms around her knees, pulling them close and begins to sob.
The men continue to talk about her behind the door but eventually grow bored and leave her. She stays staring at the dirty tiled floor, her eyes glazed over, tears drying on her face and sweat from her fear making her dress sticky. She can’t go on like this she thinks. She needs to do something. But what?
She removes her cell phone from the purse she’s been carrying and dials out a number. The ringing on the other end seems to last an eternity. Long enough her resolve almost breaks, but finally, someone comes on the other end. “Hello, dispatch?” she says, when the woman answers. “I’d like to report a complaint about sexual harassment.”
“Hold on,” says the woman in a semi bored tone on the other end. “I’ll send two officers over right now.”
She smiles, her heart already slowing. Now maybe something can be done. Wiping a tear from her eyes, she says “Thank you.”

Dave sighs as he steps out of the car, his long face looking almost gaunt. He slips his cap down and groans as he walks out, rubbing at his pants. “Hey now,” says Doug, his partner, a heavy set man with several layers of fat on him, his mustache bristling. “You keep that stuff to yourself for now. You hear?”
“Yeah. Yeah,” says Dave, forcibly taking his hand away from his crotch. He’s already been written up once for looking unprofessional, might as well not give the big boss bitch at work more reasons to write him up. As he adjust his tie he looks over at Doug who smacks down on a doughnut, his double chins waggling. The yellow tube goes in and a cascade of crumbs fall out, spilling all over his blue uniform. How Doug avoids being written up for the same things is beyond him.
“Well,” says Doug, lowering the brim of his hat. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Yeah,” says Dave. “Might as well.” He sighs and follows his partner over to the dirty apartment complex. Dave sighs as he walks up the creaking steps, the smell of tobacco and other drugs thick in the air, the smoke still palpable. He waves his hand and coughs. “Why exactly do we always get all these shit hole places?” he says.
“Just the luck Davey,” says Doug. “Part of how we roll. Plus, you know it’s how we get the other market down too.”
“Yeah.. And we haven’t had any of the other market for awhile now. My pecker is getting ancy. Thinkin’ maybe I want to pay Kim another visit.”
“Nah...” says Doug, scanning the room numbers for the apartment number they’re looking for. 2B, he thinks it was. “Don’t visit the same crapper twice. It’s bad luck.”
“Yeah. Yeah,” says Dave. “Still need something to take the edge off.”
“Well, keep your eye out,” says Doug. “You never know when she’ll show up.”
“Looking forward to it,” says Dave. They’d had a little party with a month awhile back, even recorded it all on film. But it’s been more than a month now and Dave is starting to get a little antsy. It’s unfortunate they hadn’t thought of actually filming anything until their last encounter with a woman. It’s a good way to take the edge off on breaks.
“Look sharp Davey,” says Doug and instinctively Dave finds himself adjusting the tie on his uniform again as Doug knocks on the door. The call came in about twenty minutes ago of some woman being harassed by the neighbors. Both men had rolled their eyes at that and gone out grumbling. It had been a slow night and the last thing either really wants to do is deal with some rowdy teenagers harassing some old woman. But a job is a job and they have appearances to keep up.
Doug knocks on the door with two loud bangs. “Ms. Shu wen Song?” Doug booms. “It’s the police. We’re here on your call about sexual harassment?”
“Coming,” a young voice says. Both men look at one another then back at the door. That certainly doesn’t sound like an elderly woman. Could it really be a young woman legitimately being harassed for ... looking good? Dave licks his upper lip in anticipation of what they may find.
The door opens and both men smile, glancing at each other with a dark gleam. Perhaps their time of abstinence is finally at an end.

Doug, always on his best behavior, nods and tilts his cap. “Are you Ms. Shu wen?” he asks formally. “We’re here on police business.”
The woman nods, a slight tilt of her head, hair waving. “Yes, I’m Shu wen,” the woman says timidly.
Dave licks his lips. She has a nice round face and fairly large breasts. Not D’s, but close enough he can probably slap them around. He’d love to see what they look like after he’s been at them with the whip for a few hours. The black top the woman is wearing nicely snuggles her breasts, squeezing them tight so he can look down into her cleavage. Dave grins and he wonders how it will be like to use those bags to slip his dick in between and roughly fuck them? Maybe after a good whipping making her wince with each thrust of his dick? It makes him smile.
“I’m officer Doug Andrews and this is officer David Wilson.”
Toning down his grin, Dave nods. “At your service mam.” She looks at him with a confused expression and nods, perhaps having caught that grin he had earlier. He needs to watch it so she doesn’t grow suspicious. “Th-thanks,” she says in a squeaking voice.
“Your age mam?” says Doug, pulling out his notepad immediately.
The woman immediately turns her attention back to Doug. He has that reassuring type of personality that lulls women into a false sense of security. All part of the act. “24,” she says, responding to his question.
“How long have you been here?”
“Uh... four months about?” she says with a tentative look, grasping her hands together as somewhat unsure of herself.
Dave lets Doug do the chit chatting. He circles around the girl so he can look at the rest of her. She has nice long, full legs and he loves how her skirt is hugging her ass, just barely riding over the base of her rear so he can probably look at her ass so clear if she just bends down... It almost makes him want to slam the girl against the wall right now and pull her skirt down, shove his dick up into that tight pussy and make her scream as he dry fucks her.
If not for the pretenses they have to keep up, he probably would do just that. He’s sure Doug wants to too, though he’s better at keeping the pretenses up. Dave looks around the large room, looking at how spacious it is without very many items and one dormitory and one bathroom. Fairly empty of any accommodations he sees. A typical Asian.
“And this has been going on for four months now?” Doug continues.
“Yes,” says the woman, nodding, her shoulder length hair bobbing. He’d like to grip that hair and yank her head back to spit in her slanted eyes, he thinks. But he waits, fiddling with the keys in his pockets, perilously close to where his dick is against his underwear.
“The two men you describe,” says Doug, “they’re living just down the hall in 2B?”
“Yes, that’s them,” says the girl, her eyes narrowing in anger. Dave sees her fist are clenched as well. Though she looks soft, there’s some fire there. For now. He’ll like stomping that bit of flame out.
“Alright,” says Doug, putting away his pencil and paper into his shirt pocket. “We’re going to have a little talk with your neighbors. See if we can’t get this settled outside of court.”
“Alright,” says the woman submissively. “Thank you.” Dave notes how she keeps her hands folded before her and gives a quick bow. Dainty thing, he thinks, but she holds her shoulders firm, chest out thrust and face strangely defiant. A definite fire under that dress. Pity. It’s not going to last.
Doug claps him on the shoulder and he nods to the Asian before heading out. As the door closes, Dave grins, his smile turning into a wide mouthful of teeth. “She our next one?”
“Oh yeah!” says Doug almost too loudly, exhaling a breath of air and loosening his tie. “Had to try and hold myself back from fucking the broad right there. You see the rack on that bitch?”
“Yeah, sure did but gotta’ do it by the book, eh?” says Dave.
“Got that fuck right. But this extra tension? She’s gonna’ pay for that. You’re gonna’ see. Now... let’s go see what the competition has been doing giving our little Shu wen a hard time.”
“You even remembered her name,” says Dave, grinning. “How sweet of you.”
“Yeah,” says the large chunky man as he turns the bend and stands before the dirty door of 2B. “It’s the last sweet thing I’ll be doing for that girl.”
Dave’s hand is already traveling down his trousers, stroking his member. “Yeah...” he whispers. “I’m sure it is.”

Shu wen shuts the door, locking it behind the two officers with a click. While it does seem they are here to help, at least by the standpoint of officer Andrews, officer Wilson gave her an unnerving feeling. The looks he gave her, they feel too similar to what Mark and Carl have given her these past weeks. She tries to put the thoughts aside, going to the kitchen to brew a hot cocoa. It’s been a busy night, with clients demanding updates to their work and the boss being up on her neck about it. But with the agitation she’s had she’s slowed down at work and that has cost her in production. And a raise...
She shakes her head and pours a bit of the ground powder into the cup, stirring it slowly with a spoon. It hadn’t started like this, she thinks, back four months ago. Back then when she’d first come here, this place had looked ideal. A bit rundown but a good place to start. If she did well in the promotions department for the ad agency she had come to work for then she could start moving up along the working scale and start earning a real income. But she had to start at the bottom rung first. She’d been accepting of that and had the movers start moving in her things to this rundown but sturdy apartment complex.
The apartment had looked warm and cozy and she didn’t need much space. Just somewhere to lay down and take a break after work, plan ahead for the future. Somewhere to relax away from the stresses of work and call her own.
As she’d been unloading her boxes two men had come out, smiling and waving. “Hello, chica!” one had said. “You new to the neighborhood?”
“Yes,” she’d answered warmly, bowing to both of them. They’d both been dressed in thread bare jeans and sleeveless tops but she’d assumed it was just because both had the day off. She’d put aside the thought that both also smelled heavily of cigarette smoke. After all, everyone was free to their own vices.
“What a lovely girl,” the one had said. “She knows just how to treat men. Come on chiflado. Let’s help her unpack,” the one had said, waving to the other.
“That’s not necessary. I have the movers helping...” She’d tried to say. She hadn’t wanted to impose on these two even if they were simply being welcoming.
“Pfft,” the man had said, waving her complaints aside. “This isn’t the work for some nobodies from outside the barrio. That ain’t no proper welcome. Come on bro! When a pretty lady ask for help, we help!” The other man had nodded, looking in her direction, licking his lower lip as he’d observed her. But quickly he’d followed the first, going into the moving van to help unload what was left of the boxes, which hadn’t been much to begin with.
“But I didn’t...” she’d begun to stutter when both men had already started going into the van unloading her supplies. She’d sighed and nodded. They’d just wanted to be helpful she’d thought. Though even then she remembers the brother having eyed her, looking over her legs and body. She’d been wearing a casual green dress that came down to her knees with spaghetti straps at her shoulders, low cut baring a good amount of cleavage. Simple but clean and elegant she’d thought. She hadn’t realized it could incite men in the area into malicious thoughts. She’d soon learn though.
The man who’d looked her over had made her a bit uncomfortable but it hadn’t been anything she thought she needed to worry about back then. Thinking she’d thank the two men for their help, she invited them over for drinks. That’s were things first started to slip.

She’d simply invited both men into her small apartment and taken out two glasses, pouring them both some orange juice since although it had just been a small set of packages they both helped her remove, it still took some work to do and she should show she was appreciative. “Here you go,” she’d said with a smile. “Something to drink.”
“Thanks,” the one named Mark had said, “but really, I’d prefer some peanuts.”
She’d looked at him with confusion and he’d simply looked at her with a dark grin, his teeth gleaming, his eyes traveling down her dress it seemed. She hadn’t understood the meaning to his words but they left her chilled. She’d pushed herself away from the table, slowly rubbing her arms.
“Well honestly Chink,” the other had said. “Don’t you want something to drink? I mean being in a new city and all you probably want to try some new flavors right?”
She’d given the other a confused look but had been somewhat angry at the word “chink.” While she hadn’t understood what he meant by the drink, if he’d been inviting her to a bar or something, she simply hadn’t been sure, but the word he used with it had left no doubt. Rising, she’d pushed herself away and looked both men sternly in the face. She wouldn’t tolerate people who used that kind of racial slander.
“Both of you,” she’d nearly hollered, just barley keeping her voice down. “Get out, now!”
“Aren’t you going to give us our reward,” the one who had insulted her continued. “A farewell kiss or a lap dance?”
Her hands balled into fist and trembling, she’d whispered in a dark voice, “Get out, before I call the police. Now.”
Mark, the first one, scooted out of his chair, shrugging his shoulders. “Girly isn’t used to our type in the barrio, Carlito. Let’s get a move on for now.”
“I don’t want anything to do with your kind,” she’d growled looking at them both with anger filled eyes.
“Oh?” Carl had said with a wicked grin. “But we sure want something to do with yours. I hear you chinks are real tight down below.”
“Get out!” she’d screamed, grabbing one of the newly unpacked glasses with juice from the table and hurling it at Carl’s head. The bastard had managed to duck, the glass shattering behind him, spilling juice over his filthy shirt.
“Hey! You got juice over my shirt bitch!” he’d said, picking at his shirt with greasy fingers. The other had grabbed him by the shoulder and shaken his head. “Not now, Carlito. Not now.”
The man had grunted but turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him. Shu wen had looked at the door for a time before turning back to the broken shards near the door with spilled juice over the dirty carpet. She’d kept herself firm and gone to clean, but.... the event had left her rattled and it soon continued and escalated from there.
Now she bites at her fingers, thinking on both men and hoping against hope that the two patrol officers can actually do something about them. Because if they can’t she really isn’t sure what she’s going to do. She hugs her knees close to her chest against the couch and cries bitterly.

Dave and Doug wait for what feels like hours in front of the door to apartment 2B but what in reality is only several minutes. “Officer Andrews and Wilson here,” Doug yells, beating on the door with a closed fist, rapping on it repeatedly as his lips pucker out and face goes from pale to a beat red. Yet there is no response. “Open up!”
Doug removes his cap, wiping his sweaty scalp and grunts. “Fucking inbred yahoos,” he says. “I swear...”
“They aren’t in,” says Dave nonchalantly, bending over and inserting a long twisting hook with a second split off from it into the lock. “So just hold on a sec while I jimmy the lock.”
“Now you just wait a second there,” says Doug, sweat already beading on his forehead. “You can’t just...”