To Roll Call!

Glancing around as I went, I made my way down the hallway towards a wide-open area, filled with desks, cubicles, and many hallways branching off with offices. On one side lay the exit and the hall to the station's booking center, and on the other, the Briefing Room. Heading in through the glass door, I took in all of the cops in the room. A few of the male ones talking, catching up over last night's football game. A few on their phone. One taking a nap with his head slumped over the table (Smitty), and a young, cheerful Latina sitting in the front row. Mmm....best to start with the latter. I made my way to the front table.

"Hey! I'm Max, nice to meet you!" I warmly greeted with an outstretched hand. She took it, smiling, "Juarez, Celina Juarez! Great to meet you as well - first day?"

"Yup - and just had a run in with that wannabe drill sergeant." I motioned towards Tim, who just entered with another cop, female. Damn those curves. Celina's expression grew sympathetic. "Tim? Oh he scares all the new rookies - he's just trying to rile you up, make sure you're mentally strong and all for the street. Lucky for you, he's already got a rookie, Miles."

"Yo," a young black guy acknowledged, with a thick Texan accent, before going back to his phone. As Celina turned her attention to Miles, I took the opportunity to take a look at her chest - and damn she definitely wasn't lacking. Grade A grabbable boobs. I looked back up just in time as she turned back to me.

"I actually don't know who you'll get - because if I have Nolan, and Tim has Miles, Mid-Wilshire technically doesn't have another TO. So it'll be interesting to see...." Celina's voice toned down as another officer entered (Lieutenant Grey), a binder in hand, and stepped up to the podium. Everyone quieted down.

"All right, morning everyone. So apparently, night shift actually did their jobs semi-decent last night, so we have no pending calls that we have to take. Code Enforcement has flagged a list of locations they want you all to hit today, I asked dispatch to route some of you there if things get slow. I trust that all of you have taken the time to read over the updates to California Penal Code sections 389 and 403 - Smitty!" Lieutenant Grey picked up a pen and lobbed it with pinpoint accuracy towards the sleeping cop from earlier, hitting him in the forehead. He woke up with a start.

"I'm up...I'm up Sarge! Jeez, let a guy get his beauty sleep, will you?" Smitty rubbed his temples, while Grey sighed. Clearly this was a regular occurrence, as he just continued.

"And next, we have a new Rookie today." He turned to me expectantly. "Stand up, state your name and badge number." My chair scraped as I got to my feet, clearing my throat.

"Max Colins, Badge 34128." I took my seat again, as Grey launched into a speech he definitely recited countless times. "Good, welcome. Now you have earned the right to be in this room, but you must prove yourself to stay. As you all know, Training Officers Nolan and Bradford already have rookies of their own. But I'm very pleased to say that Mid-Wilshire has its newest training officer, who just finished the TO Academy 3 weeks ago - our very own Officer Lucy Chen. Congratulations."

There was a smatter of applause as the lady from earlier stood up, then sat back down. "Now stay safe out there - dismissed."

Chairs scraped all around as everyone started to get up, talk, and mill around, wasting as much time as possible before a long shift. I got to my feet as well, nodding towards Celina. "Well, see you around."

"See ya!" She responded, turning around and heading towards Nolan. I took a moment to glance at her ass in those pants - before heading into the aisle, towards Lucy. I held out my hand as I approached, and she got up.

"Max Colins, nice to meet you!" She smiled widely, returning the handshake. "Officer Lucy Chen, likewise! Now some quick things - firstly, you'll only refer to me as 'ma'am' or 'Officer'. Second, by entering the FTO program, you must understand that you can be washed out for any reason. And finally, I assume you've read your Rook Book?"

As she was speaking, I couldn't help but take a glance at what I was working with - those boobs had to be at least 34C. Though the main attraction was her thick ass - I couldn't see much of it, but even from the front I could see those pants stretching to accommodate her ass cheeks. Any guy would be lucky to have her with an ass like that....I myself would pound that any chance I could. How many guys has she even been with, she definitely wouldn't have a problem getting any guy in bed with her plump-

"Colins?" Lucy tilted her head, eyes scanning my face for signs of exhaustion or illness. "You with me?"

I snapped to attention, shaking out of my stupor. "100 percent ma'am. Sorry, just taking in everything. I've always wanted to be a cop!" Which was a lie, this was the last hope I had to redeem myself and do something useful. But Lucy seemed to have bought it, or at least was satisfied enough to move on.

"Alright then.....well if you don't have any questions for me, then we'll go get our gear." She started walking, expecting me to keep pace with her. I followed as she explained, "for today I'm going to walk you through the process of getting our gear from the armory - also called the 'war bags'. Starting tomorrow though, I expect you to get the gear for both of us. You should already know the gear we need from section 2 of your Rook Book."

"Right right....I'll just watch you though first, to make sure I got all the equipment locked down." In reality I hadn't gotten past section 1 of the Rook Book - what kind of person makes a training manual that's over a thousand pages? And expects people to memorize it? If I had that good of a memory, I wouldn't have failed college in the first place.

I lagged slightly behind, partly because I was tired even though I said I wasn't, and partly because I wanted to get a peek at Lucy's ass. God those swaying hips and those two giant mounds...my only girlfriend from high school had an ass like that. But her entire body was chubby, unlike Lucy, who was fit but thick in all the right places. One thing I noticed about my dear TO was that she didn't seem to call me 'Boot' like the other hard-ass TO. Maybe that meant....she liked me? Yeah, I'll go with that.

Lucy in fact had an entirely different reason for calling me "Colins" instead of "Boot'. The year of Tim calling her boot had literally given her trauma - she didn't want to inflict that same **** on her first rookie. She wanted to be the TO that Tim never was.

Soon, we arrived at the armory. Lucy seemed to know the armory attendant officer, chatting aimlessly as the attendant loaded two bags and set them on the counter. "Make sure you check both bags for all the necessary equipment, if something is forgotten, that's on you. Not the attendant." Probably because it was my first day, she took the liberty to check both bags, before looping one of the bags on her shoulder. "Get the other one, let's go Colins."

An idea coming to me on the fly, I stepped next to Lucy to take the duffel bag. Though first I made sure to drop my arm and "accidentally" brush against Lucy's right ass cheek. Her ass was the perfect combination of firm and jiggly - at least, that's what it seemed like when I had contact for half a second. I'd definitely need to "inspect" it more to be sure....

Thinking it was a simple accidental touch, Lucy didn't even pay mind. Instead she made her way out of the armory, heading for the garage bay. I looped my duffel bag around my shoulder - and by god it was heavy! I'd have to carry two of these tomorrow? Mentally cursing and huffing, I managed to lug the heavy bag and follow Lucy to the garage bay, finally reaching our assigned vehicle. Lucy already had the trunk open thank god, meaning I could stumble forward and deposit the heavy bag in the back next to hers. I was already out of breath from the ordeal, having to steady myself against the car. Lucy raised her eyebrows, but launched into the next required section.

Lucy saw my weakness but didn't make a big deal out of it. 'Maybe he has street smarts over strength,' she thought. She started to recite from memory:

"Before we go on patrol, we need to establish a few things. Firstly, this is a shop. It is not a cruiser, patrol car, vehicle, or squad car. It is a a shop, it is where you work."

Starting to blank, Lucy reached into her pocket and pulled out a notecard with the entire speech already written on it. Her cheeks tinged slightly red - she was embarrassed that she had forgotten the rest. But once she'd done this TO thing a few times, she'd have it down no problem. Reading the card, she continued.

"Before exiting the garage, we check the shop for any dings, dents or scratches. Why? Because at the end of your shift, if someone discovers any damage to the shop, you will be liable for it, regardless if you caused it or not. While driving the shop, if I tell you to pull over, brake, speed up, speed down, anything at all, you will do it without question. Any questions?"

Lucy put the card away, and I shook my head. "No questions at all ma'am. Well actually - who's driving today?" Pondering, Lucy answered after a moment, "for today I'll be driving, but tomorrow that duty will remain with you. That isn't an excuse to slack off, while I'm driving you'll still have to look for crime."

Turning around, she headed for the driver's side door.

"Now let's go, we have a minute to shift start."

I likewise headed to the passenger side, taking my seat then buckling in. "While we're patrolling, the shop cams need to be active at all time. See?" She turned the mobile laptop around so I could view her pressing each camera, checking each angle to ensure it was clear. Satisfied, she grabbed the radio, speaking as she reversed.

"7-Adam-22, Active R/A. Available for calls."

We had a rather uneventful first part of our shift. Twice we caught speeders riding around in new sports cars, giving the excuse of "testing the power of the engine". A few people who made lane changes without a blinker. Oh, and a guy who was drunk under the influence. At 10 in the morning. Ah well, that's LA for you. At least he wasn't speeding - as he was going 10 mph in a 40.

At around noon, we broke for lunch. Lucy, wanting to show me a hidden gem, drove us across Mid-Wilshire to a food truck congregation area, with trucks serving a range of cuisines. Though it seemed all of the officers who also flocked to the area chose to go with Mexican. Works with me. After parking, we got out and started heading to one of the Mexican food trucks, one less crowded.

"Definitely get the tacos con carne, they're to die for," Lucy recommended, joining the line. "Well, you definitely seem like you know what you're doing - so why not." I responded, stepping in line right behind her. After a few minutes, we finally got to the front. Wanting to make a good impression, I offered to pay for the both of us - and though Lucy denied it at first - she agreed after some persuasion, and ordered her food. After ordering the tacos she recommended, we finally got our food a few minutes later. Lucy grabbed a few napkins and turned to sit a a table - but accidentally nudged me, causing her to drop them. "Whoops-"she acknowledged, bending over to reach for the napkins. Thinking fast, I started to reach over for the napkin dispenser myself - just so I could lean over and have my crotch be up against Lucy's ass. Oh I could get used to this. Even under my uniform pants, I could feel the heat radiating from her ass, like a warm, heavy blanket. The moment only lasted a second though, as Lucy quickly popped back up. Her face was flushed as she glanced back at me - but pretending like nothing was out of the ordinary, I grabbed napkins from the dispenser, before leaning back and turning around. "Where do we sit?"

Lucy definitely felt something behind her when she bent over to pick up the napkin. 'It was probably just an accident on Max's part - he was reaching for the napkins after all.' Lucy thought, deciding to let it go. After lead