A jailhouse, where rookie cop Brittany is on a power trip

The blizzard roared on and the snow climbed higher and higher outside. Krampus crawled up the building walls to peer into the barred windows of the small Chicago jailhouse. Inside newbie cop Brittany was sitting nice and toasty.

She was alone save for the news on the radio and the man sitting in the cell down the hall from her praying for a miracle. Michael Villari who would be spending Christmas in county. His crime? Five miles over the speed limit in a car that could go much faster. But he had promised his mother that he would be a good boy this year, which he had succeeded in keeping. Meaning he was off Krampus's list.

Officer Brittany however was at the top of his list. The busty officer was an ice queen to her coworkers and a ball buster to any civilian who met her. Literally in some cases as Michael could attest to. He rubbed his crotch which still seemed to be ringing after taking a hit from her nightstick.

While they both sat in quiet the radio chimed on: Well, folks it looks like it's going to be a doozy of a storm so better settle in and get warm!

"Hear that Mikey? Sounds like we're stuck in here for a while!" The busty officer called out with smug satisfaction. She had to be here, it was only fair that someone else had to suffer in solitude with her.

Michael let out a groan "I just want my phone call officer, we don't even have to deal with bail. I just wanna let my family know where I am!" He yelled out shaking the bars.

"I can take my club to your balls again if you keep acting up. Would you like that?" Venom dripped from Officer Brittany's voice as she clutched her nightstick tight. He clamped up, his crotch was still sore from getting hit hours ago.

Oh, what he would do with that night stick if he got out of here. Instead, all he could do was sit and wait for the shift change. If one ever showed up. What he needed was a miracle...or a little help.