Judy, Back at the Station

Judy casually stepped out of the police car with a smile and gentle wave as Jeff pulled away.

On the drive from the Adult Novelty store they had discussed the best course of action. Corrupting the police **** alone wouldn't work for their Idol. They had to control the flow of information.

Judy quickly suppressed her excited grin with an exhausted look, she took careful pause to not move too energetically as she walked through the back door into the station. After all, she couldn't chance the public seeing her.

Jeff meanwhile was off to the call centre. The idea was to have him corrupt there, any calls about the Idol's demons would be routed specifically to those Judy would corrupt in the meantime. So, she tried to act as exhausted as she could. Walking through the doors, various officers milled about the station on their tasks.

She kept inquiries to her kurt, usually an exhausted "You had to be there to believe it," or a "just wait until you see the report." This kept everyone at bay, and off guard. Even if they wondered if she looked different, or for some reason found almost a taboo attractions luring them to her. One they couldn't stick a finger on the source of.

With the clatter of the change room door coming to rest on its door frame and a gentle glance around a smile dawned across her face. Excellent, no one was here right now. She could hear someone in the showers, but the shift change wasn't for another thirty minutes or so.

She strutted confidently into the room, one hand outreached to the lockers unleashing the Idol's energies into them and all that they contained along one side of the room. She needed to after all, how else would one of the uniforms fit her before she walked out the door. She plopped herself down on the bench in the center with a devilish grin. Oh how these girls had no idea what was coming. She stroked the bench, infusing it with some of the energies, after all, touching every locker would be not only exhausting, but monotonous.

After a moment feeling the contours of the wooden bench poke at her ass above it she rose up and stripped off. Casting the tattered uniform into a nearby garbage can. She felt remarkably unleashed. Almost as if she had been in some cramped compartment and finally had a chance to stretch free. She turned and strutted towards the showers. As she stepped in the stall and turned the water on she reached up to the head for a moment to try and corrupt the flow back into the pipes.

She could imagine the effect should the stalls and taps suddenly just unleash the corruption she was here to spread... Oh how easy it could be.

But it wasn't working. The Idol reached out to her, delivering the understanding of what was happening. Water was a neutral means. Just as its PH could change, so could its blessings. So long as the water flowed, it could carry no corruption.

With a frown she brushed her fingers tantalizingly around the circular faucet of the shower head. Sadly she could not corrupt the water through the pipes, but that didn't mean she couldn't corrupt the faucets. With a wry grin she channeled the Idol's demonic energies into the shower head. Within moments she was exhaling with the refreshing relief of its corrupting flow onto her, making her feel not only refreshed, but allured by the ideas of what it would do to an unsuspecting victim.

She gazed up at the shower head, its plain steel finish having tarnished, its dull round faucet having shifted into a gargoyle-esque face. In place of a grimace was the flow of water, two horns curled back to where it joined into a hose and back to the wall. Two eyes seemingly glowed red as it sprayed down upon her, this was no longer just a simple shower head, but a channel to the Demonic Idol itself.

Shutting it off Judy stepped out and grabbed a towel from the pile, she had taken two steps past it when she stopped and quickly backed up. What was she thinking? She thought as she quickly ran her finger down the pile so as to ensure they were all corrupted. After all, she had to get every woman officer on side if things were going to work.

She proceeded back out to the bench and began to dry herself, contemplating. Should she just hang her and wait to finalize those exposed to the corruptions spread about the room? Or should she see where else she could do the most good for the idol...