CHEERLEADER BRUTALITY
by Femavenger - femavenger@hotmail.com
Corrupt policemen punished by teen cheerleaders


   Rick and Mike were rogue cops. Bad cops. Not like the vast majority of
police who put their lives on the line every day for the protection of the
community. They were two of the tiny but all too present minority of cops who
use the power of their jobs to prey on the people that they are supposed to
protect. The families of most cops have to live with the constant fear in the
back of their minds that they might never see their loved ones again. But Rick
and Mike's ex-wives knew what scum the men were. They knew how how Rick and
Mike brutalized the citizens and shopkeepers in the precinct where they
worked. They had experienced much of the same brutality at home and had left
them long ago.

   The police department was also well aware of Rick and Mike's misdeeds. They
both had an unusual number of complaints lodged against them when they were
partners, and reprimands were part of their permanent records. Still, the only
action taken was to split them up. But sometimes the weekend shifts were
shorthanded, and so on this particular Saturday afternoon they were once again
paired together, and they were looking for action.

   Tiffany and Laurie were usually looking for action too, and they usually
got what they wanted, being two of the prettiest and most popular girls in
Lincoln High school. They were co-captains of their award-winning cheerleading
squad and in fact they were wearing their red and white cheerleader's uniforms
when Rick and Mike first spotted them.

 The girls were returning from a football game played on the road. As captains
of the cheerleading squad they had been given keys to an entrance to the
school gym and the girl's locker room since the squad used it during after
school hours.

  The two cops gave each other adolescent grins as they got the same idea at
the same time. Neither of them had come even close to getting a cheerleader
back when they were in high school. Now was their chance!

  However, though Tiffany and Laurie might have been wholesome, All-American
looking 16 year-old girls, they were definitely not a pair of angels. As they
were walking towards the school they talked about how they would outdo each
other that night in rewarding their boyfriends, the two stars of the football
team who had been the heroes of the game that day. They had been known to
sneak a few beers now and then. And the reason that they were sneaking back to
the girl's locker room was that they planned to smoke a joint that Laurie's
sister, a university student, had given her. The girls weren't hard-core
drinkers or druggies or sluts by any means; they were just experimenting the
way girls always have.

  Rick and Mike couldn't believe their luck. They knew that the school was
otherwise deserted, and they were used to intimidating people with a great
deal more power and sophistication than a couple of teenaged girls. This would
be a piece of cake! Mike took a metal tool from his bag and unlocked the
school door with it.

  "I should have been a professional burglar! Mike bragged. "I'd be rich!"

"We're cleaning up pretty good on all of our side enterprises now!" responded
Rick. "Besides we have a better pension plan than the Burglar's Union!" The
two lawbreaking cops both laughed it up.

The men heard the girls' voices and walked down the corridor. The cheerleaders
had been careless in not locking the locker room door behind them. "OMIGOD!"
the startled girls gasped in unison as the cops stormed in, just as Laurie was
passing Tiffany the joint.

"Well, what have we here?" asked Rick. "A couple of felonious little cuties,
eager to do whatever they have to so we don't arrest them!"    "Yeah! The
blonde one here looks like she's itching for the chance!" said Mike, plucking
the joint from Tiffany's hand and taking a toke.

 "AS IF!" Tiffany snorted in the slang of her generation. "Laurie and I have
the two biggest hunks on the football team! We can get any guys we want! What
would we want with a couple of fat old farts like you?" The cops were in their
late 30's, but to the 16 year old cheerleaders, that was ancient.

  The cops were taken aback by Tiffany's bold, insulting retort. They were
used to people cringing before them, begging to be spared their brutality.
They were put off by the arrogant blonde teeny-bopper, but that just made them
meaner. When they were partners before, one of their specialties was to catch
women in vulnerable positions, usually shoplifting, and take advantage of
them. Many of them were willing to put out but even if they weren't, that
wouldn't stop Rick and Mike. The cheerleaders wouldn't be the first women that
they had raped while on duty.

  Rick moved closer to Laurie, taking the joint from his partner. Menacingly,
he twirled his nightstick around the way cops like to do. "I think the brown
haired kid might be a little more willing!"

 "EEEEWWWW! GAG ME WITH A DONUT!" replied Laurie. "I'll bet that you have a
puny little prick, the way you're fondling that toy of yours! I've heard of
penis envy, but you're pathetic!" The girls were used to getting their way.
They regularly got over on other older authority figures like their teachers
and even their parents, and they weren't about to let a couple of cops rape
them and get away with it while getting the girls themselves into trouble!
Mike was incensed that the girls weren't cowering in fear. "You realize that
we're police officers!" he huffed.

  "DUUUUH!" mocked Tiffany. "Your uniforms gave you away! You're dumb, fat,
balding, middle-aged cops with sticks bigger than your pricks from what I can
see! I'm SOOOOOOO not bowled over!"

  The cops bristled at the girls' defiant attitude. Now both cops had their
nightsticks out, flipping them around as Mike moved in on Tiffany and Rick on
Laurie.

  The cops didn't know it, but the Lincoln High cheerleading squad didn't just
cheer for the boys. They were athletes in their own right, who used music and
dance in complicated and rigorous routines that required physical stamina and
mental toughness. As they sized up their would-be attackers the girls realized
that they were in far better condition than the men. And they weren't
intimidated by the fact that their adversaries were cops, they were just men
trying to rape them, plain and simple.

  Mike licked his lips as he reached out with his left hand for Tiffany's
right breast.

  Tiffany suddenly lashed out with her left leg, catching Mike squarely in the
balls. Before he could react she kicked his nightstick out of his hands and
picked it up. When he instinctively grabbed for his stick, Tiffany smacked his
hand with it. Mike gasped in pain as he fell to his knees, his right hand
injured and his left hand clutching his balls.

  Rick looked stupidly in surprise at what Tiffany had done to his partner.
Laurie took the opportunity to grab Rick's nightstick from his hands. When he
turned towards her, she smacked his face with it. The side of his face blew up
- the cocky, arrogant, teen brunette bitch had knocked out a tooth! Blood
trickled from her mouth. Mike gasped in pain as he fell to his knees, his
right hand injured and his left hand feeling his newly swollen face in
disbelief.

  "You fucking bitch!" cried Rick as he reached for his gun. Laurie slammed
the stick against his hand, rendering it as powerless as Mike's. The sticks
were illegally lined with a core of lead making them even heavier and more
dangerous than the regulation wooden sticks. Now, those sticks would be used
against them.

  Tiffany put the leather loop of Mike's nightstick around her wrist and had
an idea. "Routine number 4, Laurie!" she called out.

  Laurie knew exactly what her friend meant. It was one of their famous award
winning baton routines. In an instant she had the loop of Rick's stick around
her wrist, and then both girls were spinning their sticks around with blinding
speed. They handled the weapons with far greater skill, velocity, dexterity
and effectiveness than the cops could.

  The girls were so fast with the sticks that the men didn't even see the
blows coming. But they sure felt them! Tiffany and Laurie did a series of
"figure 8s" with the truncheons, and within 10 seconds each of the men had
been hit more than 20 times - in the face, arms, legs, kneecaps and shins. The
cops found themselves on their knees, howling in pain and surprise.   As the
men got up to try another attack, lunging angrily at the girls, Laurie yelled
"End of routine number 2!" This was when they flipped their batons high into
the air, but for this occasion they kept the nightsticks looped around their
wrists and with an underhanded flip slammed the undersides of the men's balls
with their own weapons! The cops fell back to the floor, this time writhing
and moaning in agony, a far cry from their previous loutish intimidation.

  Seeing that the men weren't getting up, the girls looked at each other and
burst out in laughter at the ease at which they had repelled the cop's attack
and turned the tables. "The guns, Laurie!" cried Tiffany. And the girls
relieved the writhing, lawbreaking cops of their 9mm Berettas, sticking them
in the waistbands of their red cheerleader's skirts.

  Laurie and Tiffany noticed several sets of handcuffs around each cop's belt.
Before the agonized men realized what the girls were doing, they locked cuffs
around each wrist and ankle, removing their shoes and socks.

  The girls then hog-tied, or more accurately "hog-cuffed" the failed rapists
by locking the cuffs together, bending the men painfully backwards, their
wrists joined to their ankles. The girls then searched the cops' pockets. They
found over a thousand dollars in cash and a large ring of keys, which they put
in their handbags. And they found the men's knives and used them to slice
their clothes to shreds, leaving them buck naked.

  "You were right, Laurie!" chirped Tiffany. "Their pricks are WAAAAAY puny!"
She rubbed the club over Mike's lips. "No wonder you little boys are totally
envious of your wooden playthings!"

  Laurie and Tiffany winked at each other. They had been best friends for
years and knew what each other was thinking. They took positions behind the
men and smacked their asses repeatedly with the club. "BAD COPS! BAD COPS! BAD
COPS!" chanted the girls, punctuating each word with a new smack to the ass.
The cops couldn't have felt any more degraded. They had used their truncheons
to attack people their entire career, and had always gotten away with it. But
now two girls, who hadn't even been born when the men first joined the force,
were spanking and scolding the cops as though THEY were little babies!

  "And now, Officers," added Laurie, with a wink to her friend, "We're going
to, like,  fuck you with your own toys!"

  The corrupt cops had planned to rape the girls, but now the cops were the
helpless victims and their intended victims sodomized them with their own
weapons, the weapons with which they had busted countless heads in the past
which they had waved threateningly at the girls just minutes before. Grinning
at each other and bubbling with excitement, they stood over the cops and
inserted their nightsticks up their asses and leaned into them, pushing them
deeper inside the men.

  The girls hiked up their cheerleader's skirts, pulled down their panties,
and gently pushed the other end of the sticks in to their pussies. A short
handle stuck out perpendicular to the long stick. This served the girls well
in three ways: It prevented deeper entry into themselves than they wanted; the
handle rubbed against and stimulated their clitorises, and it gave them
increased leverage to push the nightsticks deeper into their owners. The
groans of the impaled men were now being accompanied by the more pleasured,
girlish moans of their sodomizers.

  The girl'sskirts flipped up and down as they pumped in and out of the men.
Then Laurie started a cheerleading chant that Tiffany picked up on: "F-U-C-K-
FUCK FUCK FUCK! F-U-C-K- FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Over and over again they chanted the
cheer until they creamed all over the nightstick handle several times as the
longer ends pushed deeper inside the cops.

  After resting for a few minutes, the girls pushed up from their end of the
sticks and pulled them out of the crooked cop's orifices. "EEEWWWWW, GROSS!"
gasped Tiffany. "Look at the mess they made on their sticks!!" The girls
pushed the soiled nightsticks into the cop's mouths. Stupidly they closed
their mouths, but the girls pushed the unyielding sticks down their throats,
and the hard ridges of the clubs broke the teeth that were in their way. The
girls made Rick and Mike lick their sticks clean of their own anal mess and
left the clubs sticking out of their mouths.

  "Now you bastards are TOTALLY set for jail!" murmured Laurie. "I hear that
the other prisoners have lots of fun when bad cops are thrown in the slammer.
You'll probably see some people that you put there. They'll want their revenge
against you! You don't even have to open your mouth for them. Just smile and
show them the convenient hole we made in your teeth for them to fill up!"
Laurie picked up Mike's keys. "Keep an eye on these idiots, Tiff." she said.
"I'll check out the cop car!"

  As soon as Laurie left, Rick turned around, more contrite than before. With
the stick gagginghim, he tried to plead with the girl in garbled grunts.

Tiffany cut Rick off by pulling the club out of his mouth, pouncing on his
chest and pushing the club against his throat. "Keep your mouth shut,
fuckface!" she hissed. Rick shut up. Tiffany was thrilled to see the fear in
his eyes.

  Mike started to make sounds, so Tiffany leaned over and pulled the club out
of his mouth. "Zip it, fat boy!" she snarled as she whacked his belly. Mike,
so tough talking moments before, was not only whimpering - he was starting to
cry! "AWESOME!" she thought to herself. "I'M MAKING A COP CRY!" Tiffany
shimmered with excitement. She had never felt more powerful, a high school
girl with two grown, vicious, rape-attempting policemen helpless at her feet
and terrified of her and her friend. The blonde cheerleader stifled
Mike's whimperings by roughly shoving his club back deep into his mouth. 

  Meanwhile, Laurie had spotted the police car in the otherwise deserted
school parking lot. After making sure that no one was watching her, she got in
and drove it into a wooded area behind the school. She figured that the police
would soon realize that they had a couple of missing officers, but Laurie
parked the car among the trees, where she hoped that they probably wouldn't
look. Laurie was proud of herself. She wasn't old enough to drive yet, but she
handled the police car just fine.

  In the car, Laurie found a notebook containing codes and numbers. She
couldn't figure it out, but it looked suspicious. She also found two portable
police radios and several big, fat cigars, and she brought all of the items
back into the locker room. She returned just as Tiffany was shoving the
truncheons back into the policemen's mouths.

  Laurie gave Tiffany one of the cigars and they clipped them with the cop's
knives and lit up. They strutted in front of the men, gloating at their
tear-stained, pain-wracked faces. The cops stared disbelievingly at the
incongruous sight before them of two teenage girls in their red and white
cheerleader's uniforms with 9mm pistols in their waistbands, puffing on big
cigars. Putting the cigars in their mouths, Tiffany and Laurie, together with
all of their strength, lifted each man, cuffing their hog-tied limbs to a pipe
that ran along the wall inches from the ceiling. Their shoulder and hip joints
ached awfully as they supported their entire body weight. The girls stood by
the men's faces and blew long streams of smoke into their noses and mouths,
causing them to cough and buck as they hung in the air, increasing their pain.

  "These are TOTALLY fine cigars, boys!" purred Tiffany, knowing how the cops
would hate being called "boys" by girls that were less than half their age.
"We're going to be nice girls and share them with you!" With that, she started
to put the lit end of the cigar in Mike's ass. "No, Tiff!" said Laurie. "That
would burn their ass, but it would also put out the cigar! Let's put it in the
other way. Then it might burn down a little before it goes out!"

  "Good thinking, Laurie!" answered Tiffany" I SOOOO love the way your mind
works!" The girls then pushed the cigars between the lawbreaking cop's
asscheeks with the lit end up, and pushed them in deeper with the nightsticks.
The men bawled with the new fiery pain inside them.

  Rick tried to plead with the girls but with his mouth gagged he could only
make incoherent, garbled sounds. "WHAT-EVERRRRRRR!" Laurie mockingly drawled
in response, as though she had understood him. Tiffany giggled at Laurie's
goading. Without even realizing it, the girl's trendy adolescent jargon, as
well as the casual, gratuitous, even juvenile manner in which they were so
easily punishing the men and verbally mocking them, cruelly rubbed into the
cops the fact that they had been outfought, outsmarted and manhandled by two
gloating, smug but hardly "clueless" teenaged girls and were powerless to stop
the youngsters' continued torment.

  "OMIGOD TIFF, LOOK!" exclaimed Laurie. Both girls squealled in gleeful
laughter. In reaction to the burning pain of the cigars, the cops were
involuntarily clenching and unclenching their asscheeks! This caused a suction
deep inside their anal canal which served the same purpose as puffing on the
cigar, so instead of burning out, it was still going strong with the red hot
tip glowing brightly with each clench. And as the burn inched deeper inside
them, their gagged moans continued. "THIS IS, LIKE, SOOOOOO TOTALLY COOL!"
Tiffany murmured.   Laurie pulled a joint out of her handbag and lit it. "Now
remember, Officers," she said, "that before Tiffany and I were so RUUUDELY
interrupted, we were planning to get a little high. So if you don't mind, and
even if you do, Tiffany and I are going to smoke this!" As the girls knew it
would, this added insult to injury to the cops. Two teenaged girls brazenly
breaking the law by smoking pot right in front of them, but they could do
nothing about it any more than they were able to prevent the girls from
brutally and painfully punishing and humiliating them.

  "We're booking now, Officers, but we'll be back tomorrow! Hopefully your
buddies won't find you before then!" purred Laurie as she put the guns that
they had taken from the lawbreaking cops in her handbag. Tiffany took the
police radios. "Enjoy your smokes!" You'll have plenty of time to think about
what you tried to do to us and the instant retribution that we gave you back!
Remember, if you try to fuck with Lincoln High cheerleaders, you're the ones
who will get fucked in the end - literally!"

  "And they get a pair of totally sore nuts too!" added Tiffany as she quickly
grabbed and squeezed both men's balls. As the men squealed in new pain, the
girls skipped out of the locker room, this time remembering to lock the door.
As they left the school building they heard more gagged screams and they
giggled. The cigars were still burning!

  That night, Tiffany and Laurie's boyfriends were treated to the best fucking
of their young lives. They had no idea what gave the girls the extra energy
and excitement. Meanwhile, the girls decided on a plan for the next day.

  The cheerleaders returned to the school on Sunday afternoon in less
conspicuous jeans and boots, gleeful that the police car was still parked in
the woods. The corrupt cops were hanging lifelessly from the ceiling pipe. A
pool of urine had formed underneath the men. Tiffany and Laurie giggled to
each other. They hadn't even thought of that!

  The girls pulled the clubs from the men's mouths and pushed them up their
asses, causing them to stir awake and moan again, for good reason. The cigars
had burned all the way down, leaving a painful red trail burning all the way
up inside their bums, and and only short stubs were left!

  Laurie and Tiffany unlocked the cuffs from the pipe and the men fell to the
floor, crashing painfully into their piss. The other cuffs were unlocked and
though now free, the men were too weak to move their tortured limbs. Grabbing
the men's hair they forced them to lick up the yellow liquid.

  The girls stood the men up and positioned them facing each other. Working
methodically, they took rolls of duct tape from their handbags and they bound
the men to each other, tightly winding the strong tape around their ankles and
up their legs, stopping when they got to their upper thighs, leaving their
genitals exposed.

  P-Please girls, let us go!" Mike meekly whined. "We're sorry that we messed
with you! We'll let you keep the money and we won't arrest you for the pot,
but please let us go!"

  "HELL-LLO-O!"sang Laurie, stretching out the word. "REALITY CHECK? Like, WE
beat YOU up? Like WE TOTALLY abused YOU, and you couldn't stop us? Like, it's
a no-brainer that we're keeping your money? Like, TOTALLY without your
permission? Like, as if you're really in a position to arrest us? Like you
don't realize that the only ones here that are in deep shit are you two
Bozos?"

  "And, dear Officers," added Tiffany, "like we're SOOOOOOOO TOTALLY not
finished fucking you up yet!"

  "Fershure fershure, Tiffany!" chirped Laurie. "For starters, Officers, put
your arms around each other!" Tiffany squeezed their balls when they looked
incredulously at Laurie. They screamed and desperately threw their arms around
each other.

  "Not bear hugs, boys!" coached Laurie. "Just hold each other, gently but
warmly!" When the men got it right, the girls wound the strong tape tightly
around their waists and up their torsos to their necks, keeping their arms in
their amorous positions around each other.

  "Now, Officers, give each other a nice kiss!" persisted Laurie. The men
looked horrified but Tiffany grabbed their hair and banged their heads
together so they tentatively pecked each other's lips."NO no NO, BOYS!" chided
Laurie. "Let's see a nice, big wet kiss, Officers! Open your mouths and get
your tongues inside each other!" Miserably they did as they were told and the
girls wound the tape around their heads, sealing them in their humiliating
hold. They made desperate sounds as their air supply was cut off, so Laurie
poked little holes by their noses. The girls stood the stiffly bound men
against the wall.

  "You bastards are both guilty of attempted rape." announced Tiffany. " Like,
FERSHURE Laurie and I want to remain anonymous after they find you, so, like
were not exactly going to file a report. Instead, we are taking it totally on
ourselves to be , like, your judge and jury. And now we're going to execute
your punishment. You would fershure test positive for pot, and the codes in
the notebook look pretty suspicious, but your friends might let you get away
with that. We want to be SURE that you will be punished for attempting to rape
us and for all the other crimes that you have committed against women but have
gotten away with until day, in a way that you will remember and feel for the
rest of your miserable lives!"

  Methodically, the girls, clubs in hand, held the wrapped men against the
wall with one hand and with the other clubbed both of their big toes until the
bones were ground into powder. The agony was excruciating, but all the bound
men could do was strain futilely against the tape and moan wretchedly into
each other's mouths.

  "You're lucky that we're not doing the same thing to your balls!" chirped
Laurie. The girls then cuffed the men around their ankles and fastened the
cuffs to the ceiling pipe directly above a toilet. They took turns relieving
themselves but didn't flush, and guided the men's heads into the bowl. hanging
them upside down, their heads dipping into the stinking water. The girls taped
a sign to the wrapped pair that said "TEST US FOR DRUGS!" and left the coded
notebook in front of the toilet.

  Tiffany then pulled the two men's exposed genitals down while Laurie wound
more tape, creating a neat package of four testicles so tightly bound that
they seemed about to burst through their scrotal sacs. They they filled a bag
with the cop's guns and radios and tied them to the testicles, putting forty
pounds of strain on them. The girls then shoved large bottles of Louisiana hot
sauce up their asses, causing their bodies to burn inside-out. As a final
insult, they stuck the cops' nightsticks, again, deep up heir anuses, pushing
the hot sauce against their prostates. The girls fixed the sticks into place
by winding more tape around their bodies.

  The girls took a break to admire their work. They laughed as they watched
the police officers desperately try to breathe. They had to move their heads
in the same direction and gasp for air once their noses were out of the putrid
water, and of course their balls felt new agony with each move they made.

  "These bastards won't be getting much sleep tonight!" giggled Tiffany.

"Fershure, Tiff!" lauged Laurie, turning to the cops. "And now, Officers, a
couple of schoolgirls are going to teach you another lesson. You have gotten
away with your "Police Brutality" for too long. Well, now you are going to get
another taste of "Cheerleader Brutality", Lincoln High style! Betcha never
thought that the teenaged girls you tried to rape would  turn out to be better
brutalizers than you ever were, and that you wouldn't be able to stop them 
from brutalizing YOU!"

   Laurie then took a tape recorder and played a hip-hop instrumental piece
consisting mainly of percussion and electronic music that the cheerleading
squad used in their award winning dance routine. For five minutes the girls
punched and kicked the helpless rape-attempting cops, keeping up with the
relentless hip-hop beat. It was easy target practice for the girls' fists and
boots as the men swung around by their ankles, their heads splashing in the
dirty water and banging against the rim of the bowl.

"By the way, Officers," murmred Laurie, "I'm sure that you wouldn't even THINK
about ratting us out when they find you. Not that you would want anyone to
know that you were fucked up by a couple of girls to begin with, but if you
ever finger us, we'll insist that you raped us. Like, who do you think they
believe? Tiffany and I are good actresses, so if we don't remain anonymous
you'll REALLY be fucked!"

  Tiffany kicked the men to keep them swinging painfully. "Bye bye,
lovebirds!" she teased as the girls left and locked the door, leaving the men
hanging upside-down.

  Which is how they were found the following morning by the custodial crew.

  By the time Tiffany and Laurie arrived at school, there was a crowd of
television people and newspapers and photographers. Soon the two men were
wheeled out on stretchers. They had been cut apart, but the tape was still
wound around the grotesque figures.

  Indeed, as the girls had hoped, the men's crushed big toes would never heal
properly. Thus they would need walkers to keep from falling forward, and even
then they would never be able to take a step without pain shooting up their
feet for the rest of their lives. And with each step they would be reminded of
the beautiful girls that had sentenced them to a lifetime of pain. That was
their lifelong punishment for having attempted to rape the girls as well as
other heretofore unpunished crimes against women.

  As it turned out, the girls needn't have worried about the crooked cops
getting away with their other misdeeds. In fact, Laurie and Tiffany were
delightfully surprised with the aftermath. Rick and Mike were given drug tests
and tested positive not just for marijuana, but for cocaine as well! That was
enough to kick them off the force but it wasn't the end. The notebook's code
was easily broken. It documented the cop's protection of a drug ring, going so
far as to abduct members of a rival gang and bringing them to the gang that
Rick and Mike worked with, for the gang to deal with in their own way. The
gang members confirmed this and turned state's evidence after they were
arrested.

  Rick and Mike's troubles didn't end there. Their pictures were all over the
television news that night and the papers the next day. Emboldened by the
arrests, a group of shop owners in their precinct, too frightened up until
now, came forward. It turned out that the gang also ran a protection racket.
The cops steered the gang towards vulnerable small businessmen, good prospects
for the gang, and got a percentage of the money that the gang extorted! Now
the drug gang was fucked too! They had made a deal with the prosecutors on the
original charges, but were fully prosecuted on the new "protection" rap.

  And then, women, dozens of them, came forward with their stories, from very
recently to 17 years back, when Rick and Mike were rookie cops, of being
coerced to have sex. And their ex-wives came forward, testifying at a hearing
about how their husbands had mistreated them.

  And on top of all this, the bound, humiliating position that Laurie and
Tiffany put the rogue cops in was described, in detail, in the local tabloids.
A radio personality well known for his raunchy humor had a field day with the
story. Rick and Mike came to be known as "The Loverboy Cops". Aside from their
legal problems, they had become a public laughingstock as well!

  And the police didn't help them. Most cops, good cops, who knew Rick and
Mike either personally or by reputation, didn't want anything to do with them.
The top brass in the police department was happy to be rid of them. And even
the police union didn't want to touch the case.

  There was much speculation as to who had beaten, bound and tortured the
lawbreaking cops. They had needed Laurie's warnings and didn't "rat" the girls
out. No leads turned up, but the police commissioner suggested that it had to
have been done by "professional enforcers, considering how shockingly brutal,
vicious and methodically efficient the beatings were."

  Laurie and Tiffany shared a laugh when they heard that. Little did the
commissioner know that the brutal "enforcers" were two 16 year-old schoolgirls
in their cheerleader's uniforms!

  Rick and Mike's lawyers tried to plea bargain but the prosecutor refused.
The corrupt cops were sentenced to consecutive terms totaling over 90 years
each, with absolutely no possibility of parole for 30 years!

 The night that the sentence was passed, the girls were at Laurie's older
sister's off-campus apartment. The stiff sentence was the top story on the
television news. There was still speculation as to who had tortured the rogue
cops in the first place, but the consensus was summed up by a man on the
street interviewee who said, "Whoever did it should be given a medal!" The
girls laughed and high-fived each other when he said that.

  As Tiffany took a long pull on her joint and passed it to Laurie, the
newscaster noted that the crooked ex-cops would be in their late sixties
before they would be allowed to apply for parole, and that they had lost all
of their retirement benefits. They were so broke that they couldn't even pay
their lawyer's bills.

  "Way cool!" chirped Laurie, taking a drag.

  Tiffany exhaled. "Justice has, like,  SOOOOOO TOTALLY been served!" she
proclaimed.

  "Fershure, Tiff!" agreed Laurie, thinking about the cops languishing
miserably in prison as she let the smoke exit slowly through her nostrils,
savoring the delicious irony of having put two law enforcement officers in
prison while they continued to boldly break the law without punishment. As
always, the girls had gotten away with everything, while those who tried to
cross them paid an awful price."God bless America!" Laurie murmured.

  "Fershure fershure, Laurie!" purred Tiffany as she took another toke. The
girls broke out in victorious laughter and high-fived each other again.

                                                     THE END