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David knew he was in trouble as soon he saw the flashing lights in his rear-view mirror. He just didn't know what for. As hard as he fought to stay calm, cops had always made him nervous and he felt like he was floating outside himself as the young blonde policewoman spoke to him through the driver's side window. Something something warrant something something parking violations and as if in a dream, he was being led through the evening air to the patrol car. The rear door was opened and he was pushed inside.

“David meet Tiffany...Tiffany...David,” the blonde's brunette partner grinned coldly from the driver's seat. He turned and realised he was not alone in the backseat but rather shared it with an intimidating looking woman dressed in black mesh and leather – a stern frown peeked from beneath an unnatural flow of synthetic hair. The cop in the passenger seat turned to face them. “You two have a lot in common. Tiffany here thinks she can let anyone who pays park in her space...and David,” she smirked at him, “thinks he can park in any space he wants regardless of whether he pays or not.” She shook her head playfully. “Yep, you're two peas in a pod alright...”

David pressed himself against the window in an attempt to put as much space as possible between himself and the prostitute. This couldn't be happening. He had meant to pay the tickets. He had just forgotten... He looked up and saw that Tiffany was glaring at him. Was his disgust really so obvious?

The police radio burst into life and an operator called out a series of numbers that meant nothing to David. “RIOT IN PROGRESS. I REPEAT. RIOT IN PROGRESS. ALL UNITS RESPOND.” The blonde grabbed the radio to acknowledge and the brunette pulled the car over to the side of the road.

“Looks like it's your lucky night,” the blonde sighed as she turned to face them. “Such a shame, you two make sure a lovely pair. If only there was some other way you could pay your dues to society...” She glanced from David to Tiffany and back again before grinning evilly at her partner. “Hey? How do you feel about a little creative rehabilitation?”

Twenty minutes later, David was back by the side of the road, only his car was nowhere in sight. Tiffany was beside him only she looked a lot less terrifying in his clothes. Still she had got by far the better end of the deal when they were forced to switch clothes in the back of the cop car. She was actually smiling as she watched David struggle to breathe in the clutches of her corset. Once the patrol car was out of sight, he started to remove her top but Tiffany just shook her head and began walking away.

“Someone else can walk in my heels tonight,” she called back. “I'm going home!” David stopped taking off his only barrier from the cold and sat back on the car behind him as he realised he had no idea where he was...

Description
16/25

David knew he was in trouble as soon he saw the flashing lights in his rear-view mirror. He just didn't know what for. As hard as he fought to stay calm, cops had always made him nervous and he felt like he was floating outside himself as the young blonde policewoman spoke to him through the driver's side window. Something something warrant something something parking violations and as if in a dream, he was being led through the evening air to the patrol car. The rear door was opened and he was pushed inside.

“David meet Tiffany...Tiffany...David,” the blonde's brunette partner grinned coldly from the driver's seat. He turned and realised he was not alone in the backseat but rather shared it with an intimidating looking woman dressed in black mesh and leather – a stern frown peeked from beneath an unnatural flow of synthetic hair. The cop in the passenger seat turned to face them. “You two have a lot in common. Tiffany here thinks she can let anyone who pays park in her space...and David,” she smirked at him, “thinks he can park in any space he wants regardless of whether he pays or not.” She shook her head playfully. “Yep, you're two peas in a pod alright...”

David pressed himself against the window in an attempt to put as much space as possible between himself and the prostitute. This couldn't be happening. He had meant to pay the tickets. He had just forgotten... He looked up and saw that Tiffany was glaring at him. Was his disgust really so obvious?

The police radio burst into life and an operator called out a series of numbers that meant nothing to David. “RIOT IN PROGRESS. I REPEAT. RIOT IN PROGRESS. ALL UNITS RESPOND.” The blonde grabbed the radio to acknowledge and the brunette pulled the car over to the side of the road.

“Looks like it's your lucky night,” the blonde sighed as she turned to face them. “Such a shame, you two make sure a lovely pair. If only there was some other way you could pay your dues to society...” She glanced from David to Tiffany and back again before grinning evilly at her partner. “Hey? How do you feel about a little creative rehabilitation?”

Twenty minutes later, David was back by the side of the road, only his car was nowhere in sight. Tiffany was beside him only she looked a lot less terrifying in his clothes. Still she had got by far the better end of the deal when they were forced to switch clothes in the back of the cop car. She was actually smiling as she watched David struggle to breathe in the clutches of her corset. Once the patrol car was out of sight, he started to remove her top but Tiffany just shook her head and began walking away.

“Someone else can walk in my heels tonight,” she called back. “I'm going home!” David stopped taking off his only barrier from the cold and sat back on the car behind him as he realised he had no idea where he was...