Be brave and venture forth alone, caution be damned

So far Lloyd was having one hell of a time..... but just in case the chief talks some sense into Fogmead (aka Fuckmeat), it might be better to talk to her alone in the beginning. And in case that whatever karmic overcharge had fried Officer Fuckmeat’s circuits has also burned through the Chief’s motherboard, then Lloyd would have his work cut out for him. All in all, this is one hell of an easy decision for him, Lloyd leaves Justine to go meet the Chief by himself. But before meeting the Chief in charge, he should lay some groundwork for his charges.…

Chief Catherine Meadows was a stern woman. A compassionate one, of course, after all, "to protect and serve" is born from servitude to the good and honest people. But these days Chief Meadows’ compassion takes a backseat to her discipline, otherwise she would have never gotten where she was now. Becoming a chief of police in a town like this? Hard. And getting her pilot project approved? Damn near impossible. A female led and run police station, to counteract the ever increasing acts of gender based **** and female discrimination and micro-aggresions in public places, that was almost a Tartarian quest. But Chief Meadows has achieved her life long dream in her quest for female empowerment. Every day, she looked at the accomplishments hanging on her wall.

A magna cum laude graduation diploma from the police academy. Her time at the academy had been well balanced between criminal psychology classes and forensic profiling. Both courses she had excelled at.

A bronze trophy in the national arm wrestling competition of 2016. Her adversaries had bulging muscles and fierce temper, but she had stood her ground and proven that she could measure up to the best in both regards.

A marriage certificate. Same sex couples getting married. A dream come true for Chief Meadows, so much so, that when her own wedding finally got approved, her ring wasn't enough. No, she framed her certificate and hanged it in her office. A permanent celebration of both her love for her wife and societies move forward, into a better age.

A photo of Chief Meadows and the Mayor shaking hands. Station 20, code name Station 69, the first all-women unit of a police **** got approved from the highest level of city government. The commissioner had fought tooth and nails to stop Chief Meadows from achieving this. Yet he had failed and she had won. Triumphed really. And now she was more eager than ever to prove all cynics and critiques wrong, her idea was destined to better the living conditions of women and men alike. First in her district, then the whole city and eventually the state at large.

She couldn't suppress a frown rushing over her lips when thinking of the success she was so sure they'd have. The success she was still sure, they will have. Even though at the moment, life had thrown a few wrenches in her path. Three months ago they had attempted the biggest coup in the history of this damn town. A raid on the **** lab, supplying half of America’s wanna-be rapists with roofies and Spanish fly and all that disgusting poisons. Meadows’ best investigators had been following the leads for two and a half years, they found and interrogated former members, learned the active members identities and routines, mapped their networks and finally found their main hideout, the source which all the malice sprang from. And then.... and then it all went south.

Something happened, something tiny, something minuscule, something that would have been irrelevant on 99 of 100 days. But on this day, for whatever reason, their luck had run out. The whole operation went off the rails, her two formerly best officers were in the ICU in a coma, the producers and peddlers of that despicable assortment of **** were either found dead in the lab or scattered in the wind. And all that quote unquote “evidence”, they have been looking for has been either blown to pieces or dismantled and salvaged by the criminal trash on their way out. A perfectly planned operation, multiple years in the making, led by her most accomplished officers, failed on all fronts. This was a cosmic injustice without equal. It didn't make any sense, all the odds were in her favor, in favor of Justice. But somehow their luck had turned on them. Chief Meadows shook her head while reminiscing.

As the shittiest consolation price of all, at least they had cleaned out the lab completely. Her **** had taken everything that was still there, to try to at least puzzle out some kind of follow-up lead. The singed pieces of paper, the furniture that was still recognizable, the unmarked cleaning supplies, electronic scraps that might have been computer equipment etc. As this was one big mess of makeshift hints at best and random trash at worst, Meadows had tasked her forensics unit to synergize with the acquisition department. Sell or use everything that couldn't be classified as evidence even under the broadest of usages of the term. After the disaster that her Operation Honeytaker had been, Meadows neither had the energy nor political clout to convince her commissioner to organize her a warehouse to store all this debris. Gods, what a shitshow.

This whole affair had damaged her relationship with the people in charge so much, that for the last three months she had to excuse herself and her team at every corner. Every flounder, every act of impropriety, every breach of regulation was collected and held against her. To be fair, yes, all three of those had been basically non-existent before Honeytaker, and had steadily risen since. But who could blame them?! Their best officers were down, the biggest project in the history of the station had hit the wall and they were all still trying to recover from the impact. The commissioner's insistence about their "sudden and alarming shift in conduct", had peaked in the actual designation of a new lead detective to be stationed with them. Someone from the outside, handpicked by the bigwigs in administration. Huh, what a joke. As if someone random without any connection to them and what they have all gone through could really mix in with the team and help them improve. Let alone replace either Officer Ventura or Officer Maldonades. Never in a million years. Still though, that special investigator would come any day now. And if Chief Meadows would be really honest with herself.... she might even admit that it would be for the best.

Her officers were acting strange, her boss was breathing down her neck, it was only a question of time until city council would start a formal evaluation of her station (one, that would certainly not report positive results), some investigative reporter had started snooping around and trying to find some big scoop in the cities law enforcement and last but not least, that damn tingling got back. These days Chief Meadows can't work a single day without getting that distracting tingling between her legs and it gets more intense each time. She ground her meaty thighs until that itch subsided, but even in those bouts of haze, she knows that this is different from properly scratching it. Ugh. Something, something was different than before. She used to be able to work without thinking about her... her.... womanhood…

"Mhmmm", her upper lips let out an agreement in tune with her nether ones.

In indignation, Chief Catherine Meadows stood up from her desk and hastily stomped towards her office door. She needed to get out and clear her head. Maybe also calling for her departments rookies that were tasked with cleaning this week. She would order them to properly give her whole office a rundown, she felt dirty to the core in this moment and at least her office should contrast that with impeccable cleanliness. In her haze of rushing to the exit, the usually very observing policewoman did not notice the sound of steps advancing from outside her office. And when she opened her door and rushed forward, she moved head first into a fist.

Lloyd hyped himself up on the final steps toward the Chief’s office, the pinnacle of this building, a place of respect and awe. The (so far) lucky bastard assembled all his courage, moved directly in front of the door and readied himself for a polite double-knock. Three times were too many, that might sound pushy to the inhabitant of the room, one knock might be too little and in case the chief misheard it, he might stand in front of the office infinitely, waiting for a reply that wouldn't come. Ok... Lloyd was stalling now. He closed his eyes and send a prayer to the stars, that his luck would hold. Without opening his eyes, Lloyd did a fast double-knock.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Stuck in his own mind, Lloyd had not heard the door getting opened. And in his rushed knocking, he had not noticed, that the surface his knuckles met was not wooden at all. But what he did notice, was that moments after his second knock, he heard a crashing sound. Opening his eyes cautiously, he was met with a huge surprise. Both figuratively as well as literally. In front of him on the ground laid a woman of astonishing proportions. She looked to be about two meters tall, her arms and legs were swollen with muscles most men couldn't even hope to match, on her chest set two meaty spheres, just short of head-sized and her fall was surely cushioned by the bubbles she must have squeezed into her police shorts.

At least her shorts actually owned up to the name. While the other policewomen he had passed here in the station were glorified belts as skirts and hot pants that were more fitting for the club than for any form of respectable job, the woman laying in front of Lloyd were a proper uniform. Short pants, sexy because of the figure pressed into it yes, but visibly functional and actually equipped with police gear, a dark blue blouse fully buttoned except for the very top one and a police blazer with customary stripes and even two medals stuck above the heart. This was a decorated chief of police, beautiful and attractive, yet respectable and dignified.

A dignified woman, that Lloyd had just knocked out. A dignified officer of the law, that Lloyd had basically assaulted. In a police station no less. His heart began pounding faster and faster, seeing the gun in the chief’s police belt did not help matters at all. Not that she would need that, the thighs of this woman looked like she could crush his head between them like a ripe melon. A vision that oddly redirected some of the blood to Lloyd’s own weapon of choice. If she wouldn't rightfully tear him apart when waking up, Lloyd would have really loved to see what fun was to be heard with the magnificent amazon in front of him. Looking her up and down, her physique in tandem with her long golden braid gave her the appeal of a Norse warrior princess. A shield maiden, protecting the upstanding citizens of this city, while mercilessly stomping the evildoers beneath her muscled legs.

Considering Lloyd was such an evildoer at the moment, it took him every ounce of conscious might to fight the instinct to run away. But the police chief in front of him was a sight to behold, running away from such a view, was something Lloyd’s second head was furiously against. So much so, that Lloyd succumbed to his attraction and instead of running for his life, he knelt down to help wake up the goddess in front of him. He raised the woman's head and torso by putting his right arm below her and waved his left hand in front of her face.

A visual input, that her closed eyes obviously didn't respond to. But when he switched to lightly fanning air into her face, she began stirring. And before Lloyd got the chance to profusely apologize to the woman who's name sign identified her as "Chief of Police: Catherine Meadows", she beat him to it.

“Who are you?", she spoke to him groggily and he was already glad, that at least there was no malice in her voice. But then he realized how lucky he actually was, when she continued speaking.

"A-and who am I?”, the recovering woman looked around curiously, "What is this place?"

An explosion of endorphins got off in Lloyd’s head. He really was the luckiest son of a gun in the whole wide world.