The police?

Aiden snapped his head toward the driver-side window.

A female cop stood there, her flashlight already aimed inside, her brow furrowed. Her blue uniform was crisp, badge gleaming even under the faint streetlight glow. She didn’t look thrilled.

Before Aiden could say a word, Ramsbottom, ever the eager servant, rolled the window down.

“Is something wrong, officer?” she chirped brightly.

The officer blinked. Her eyes scanned Ramsbottom’s face, then flitted to Aiden and Sheldon in the backseat. “Ma’am... everything alright in here? This car’s been sitting for a while. I was just finishing up an arrest down the block when I noticed. Are you... dropping your kids off at school?”

“My kids?” Ramsbottom repeated, a slight giggle in her tone. “Oh no. These are my employers. I’m driving them to campus. I am their dean there, but right now I’m their driver.”

Silence.

The officer squinted, her brows slowly knitting together. “I’m sorry... you what?”

This was spiraling fast. Aiden could see it on her face—that shift from suspicion to concern. She thinks something’s wrong. That someone’s being ****. She’s seconds away from calling for backup or pulling him out of the car.

He had to get ahead of this.

“Ma’am,” Aiden said quickly, putting on his most ****, I'm-just-a-kid voice. “Can I speak to you over by your car? I… I’d feel safer there.”

It was instinctive. But the effect was immediate.

The officer's posture changed. Her hand lowered from her holster. Her expression softened. She opened the door and stepped back, gesturing for him to follow.

Aiden shot Sheldon a quick glance—don’t move—and stepped out of the car.

They walked toward the cruiser, her boots crunching on the gravel. Her car was idling. Inside, in the back seat, someone sat cuffed.

Aiden squinted through the window—and his lips twitched upward.

Tommy.

Of course it was Tommy. The school’s number one jackass, self-proclaimed daredevil, the guy who once set off fireworks in the chemistry lab just to see what would happen. His blue dirt bike was parked ahead, leaning against the curb.

He turned his attention back to the officer. She looked expectant, arms crossed, flashlight now hanging from her belt.

“So,” she said, “what’s going on in that car?”

“Actually,” Aiden said, leaning against her cruiser like he belonged there, “you don’t need to worry about that. I just wanna know what Tommy did this time.”

She blinked, surprised. “That’s none of your business, young man. And I don’t appreciate you dodging my questions.”

There it was—that tone. The shift in power. She was pulling rank again.

Don’t panic, he told himself. This is just like with Ramsbottom. It's all about how you frame it.

He straightened up, gave her his best calm and confident look, and said, “I thought you were meant to protect and serve the community. I am a concerned citizen. I have every right to know what’s going on with my fellow citizens. And you, as a civil servant, should tell me.”

He’d heard that line a hundred times. Protests. Videos. People mouthing off to cops with phones in their hands. He never thought it would work—but then again, he had the headset now. And the way the officer blinked at him, slowly, like her brain was stuttering to reprocess his words...

It worked.

“I guess... that makes sense,” she muttered.

Aiden raised an eyebrow. “So?”

“He was riding his bike recklessly,” she admitted, lowering her voice. “Nearly clipped two pedestrians. I had to detain him. I was just about to drop him home, so he doesn’t injure himself—or anyone else.”

She sounded like she was explaining a punishment to a parent, not arresting a delinquent.

Aiden’s smirk returned.

First the dean, now the cop. Every time he challenged authority with the right words, the right energy, they crumbled. It wasn’t just control—it was redefining how they saw themselves.

You’re not a cop. You’re a civil servant.

You’re not a dean. You’re a driver.

He glanced back at the car. Ramsbottom sat perfectly still, her hands folded neatly in her lap, like she was waiting for her passengers to return from a fancy dinner party.

He turned back to the officer, a new idea already forming.

She had no idea what was coming.

“Why do you need to take him in your car? The boy is a rider. He’s not going to be happy if he doesn’t ride something back. You can’t let him ride his bike to protect him. But that doesn’t mean he has to be a passenger going back, when he wasn’t one while coming here.”

The words seemed to have hit the officer like a truck. She almost stumbled and fell as she got the same glassy look in her eyes. “But... what will he ride, I can’t let him drive the cruiser.” he responded in a silent voice.

“That is right, he needs something safe to ride. Police officers often carry the communities they serve on their backs. Wouldn’t it be a good idea to serve Mr Tommy by carrying him on your back, let him ride you, be his bike.” Aiden told her as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Be...His...Bike?” the officer responded dreamily. “Yes, you know you’re strong enough to carry him, right?” he said as he looked over her, she was tall and seemed quite fit, a head of blonde hair tied up and tucked under her hat.

“You would make a great and safe bike for Mr Tommy here. You know what sound a bike makes don’t you? Why don’t you show me” now this is where Aiden knew he was pushing it, but he had to commit now. He had ****. But what happened next was incredibly arousing to Aiden’s fucked up mind. The officer fell down and got on all fours before loudly exclaiming “Vrooooooooom...Vroooom” and then said nothing else just waited there, like an inanimate object.

Despite the circumstance he was in, Aiden couldn’t help himself but laugh. It took some finesse, but he had gotten himself out of a tough predicament. No reason he couldn’t have some more fun he thought as he whispered into the cop-bike’s ear and left her to carry out his instructions while he went ahead and spoke to Mr Tommy.

He just had to give Tommy some special instructions too before he saw things the way Aiden did and was happy to let his bike remain on the road in front of the cruiser while he got to ride a different one.

If he needed any more convincing, he didn’t once he saw the ‘bike’ Aiden had procured for him. The officer had followed his instructions perfectly. She had unbuttoned her shirt and tied its ends behind her back, so the front was completely open. Her bra encased tits hanging down underneath her almost was reminiscent of a ‘gas tank’ on a regular bike. She was still on all fours with her head facing straight ahead but the most ridiculous part of all this was that she had pulled her tightly done up blonde hair and tied it into two side ponytails, one at each side of her head. That turned her head into a handlebar, thus finishing the bike.

While not visible to the boys, she had also poked a hole in her pants and her panties where her pussy was supposed to be. Aiden had left instructions with both of them, whenever Tommy wanted to get in trouble, he could call the officer to protect her community. All she had to do was get ‘fuelled up’ by getting fucked in the ass by Tommy and then let him ‘drive’ her around for a while in his backyard or in the woods. Aiden had made sure Tommy would take good care of this great gift he was giving him.

He saw as Tommy gleefully got back on his new blue ‘bike’ and started ‘revving up’ by pulling and twisting on the ‘handle’. Which resulted in the officer loudly making bike sounds and crawling ahead, fully embracing her role as the troublemaker’s bike. Aiden waved them off with a smile on his face, a task well done. He knew Tommy lived right down the block, so he hoped the rider wouldn’t be spotted but he didn’t really care.

As he strode back toward the dean’s car, his thoughts were sharp and pulsing with adrenaline. The officer’s obedience still echoed in his mind like a triumph. It was working—all of it was working. And now that he understood the SMPD's subtler potential, he wasn’t just playing anymore. He was testing the boundaries.

Ms. Ramsbottom perked up the moment she saw him approach, that same dainty, overly pleasant smile stretching across her face. “Is everything alright, sir?” she asked sweetly, voice chipper like a barista welcoming a customer she secretly hated.

Aiden didn’t even spare her a glance. He climbed into the back seat and said curtly, “Drive. We’re very late.”

His tone was dry, dismissive, almost lazy in its cruelty. She’s not a dean. She’s not even a person right now. She’s just my driver. A role.

“Yes sir, right away sir,” Ramsbottom replied without hesitation. The car glided forward pulling smoothly toward Westside Academy’s gates.