Giving the police a 'tip'

You looked around Lisa's room. What a mess they'd made... Shirts, books and random objects lay scattered across the floor. You bent down. Cleaning up this mess was the least you could do. You picked up a quilt crumpled up against the wall. Behind it, a small partition leading into the attic's crawlspace had opened up. A dark abyss yawned behind it. Taking your phone out, you shone a light into the mysterious hole. Rafters, insulation, beams of wood... But there, just below and off to the side... a safe. You were shaking. What was going to happen to your mother? Would they find out? What had she done? You took a flash photo of the safe, closed up the crawlspace, and thought of what to do next.

You'd never been inside a police station before. Sure, you'd seen the buildings, but the most you'd seen of the police was the occasional car on the road - or, very rarely, a cop walking the street. The inside was so bare and utilitarian. Spartan, even. Colourless walls, floors and ceilings. Two long benches that would have looked at home in a train station or airport terminal. And a bored policewoman sitting behind a glass window.

"Can I help you?" She murmured.

"Yes. Um. I need to report something."

"Fill out this form..."

You filled out your contact details but the options below that weren't very helpful. Was your report in regards to: Physical ****? No... Theft? No... At least, you didn't think so. Illicit ****? You hoped not... After a while you shrugged, ticked 'Other,' and scribbled down that you had a tip for officers Swanson and Makoto. The policewoman-cum-receptionist took your paperwork and browsed it with a weary eye.

"Those officers are out at the moment. Come back at 2pm."

"... It is 2pm."

She rotated her swivel chair and glanced up at the wall clock, its ticking the only sound in the room.

"Guess so..."

She sat there, staring a while longer. You drummed your finger on the shallow counter. Finally she turned back round to face you. A heavy sigh poured out her mouth.

"I'll go get them. Wait here..."

You sat back into the waiting room's benches and, well, waited.

You were sitting down in an interview room with the two cops that had so impolitely **** their way into your family's home: Officer Makoto, first name Yuki; and Officer Swanson, first name... You realised you didn't know it. Their attitudes were much the same as when they'd first greeted you at the door. Makoto, the epitome of a diligent policewoman, clipboard at the ready. Swanson, the kind of cop who'd rather be out kicking ass - any ass - than taking names from you.

"You said you guys were looking for a safe, right? That my mother owned? Why are you guys looking for one?"

Makoto's response was automatic.

"I cannot disclose that information at this time."

"Alright, I get that but... I'm not saying I found anything but - if I did find a safe... Would you tell me what was going on? She's my mum, I can't just... You need to promise me you won't chuck her in jail for a million years."

Swanson smirked.

"I can promise you that we won't put her in jail for a million years... Did you find something?"

You paused.

"I think I need a lawyer."

Silence in the room.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Please get me a lawyer."

"Sure. Later. Just finish what you were saying first."

"No, I want one now."

Swanson's left eyelid started to twitch. It was almost vibrating.

"Fine," she said through gritted teeth.

"My client has nothing to say to you until we have an agreement in writing." Your lawyer, a slender red-headed futa, peered over the table at the two policewomen. Her suit was sharp, her mind sharper. Makoto looked at her partner, who was leaning back in her chair and staring up at the ceiling.

"Stace, relax. This is how the process is meant to be."

Officer Stacey Swanson grumbled something about people and rights but you couldn't make it out. Makoto turned back to you and your back-up and began the negotiations. You would reveal the location of the safe, and in exchange it would be opened in the presence of Lisa (your mother), you and both your lawyers. If anything incriminating were discovered, Lisa would receive a lighter sentence than normal.

"That's about everything," said Makoto. "Oh, I almost forgot. Under the Fundamental Uniform Code we can also offer you personal services as an added incentive."

"Personal services?" You asked.

Your lawyer, Prue, leaned over to you.

"Massages, foot rubs, sex. The usual."

"The usual?!"

"It's all very standard. The FUC is very clear on what the police can offer to potential witnesses."

"I mean... Officer Swanson is pretty hot. It's Stace, right?"

That got her attention.

"Sure is, cutie. Finally worked up the courage to ask for my nightstick?"

Her enthusiasm was cut short by your frown.

"No, not really. In exchange for my info, I want you to blow me."

"Fuck no!"

Yuki interjected.

"Stace! This is standard operating procedure. You were itching to get balls deep in this guy less than an hour ago."

"Yeah, because I'm the one on top! Always! You think I work out this much to be some power bottom?"

"I don't judge," you chimed in.

"I'm not... This isn't worth it. He's not even a futa."

This time Prue spoke up.

"As an officer of the law it is your duty to fulfil the conditions of our agreement."

"Can't Yuki do it?"

"My client chose you. FUC is very clear that--"

"Fiiiiine," groaned Stacey. Without another word she shuffled off her chair and crawled beneath the table.

"Right now?!" You gasped.

Prue said, "No time like the present."

She and Yuki went back to ironing out the fine details of the agreement. All the legalese went over your head. It didn't help that your concentration was interrupted when you felt Stacey tugging at your pants.

"Hurry up and take them off, you dip."