It's a tough job, but somebody has to screw it.
Saturday night was Halloween at the swing club, and it just seemed right that I unveil my latest Tabu persona for the amusement of my prisoners... I mean, friends.
And among the angels, pirates, schoolgirls, nurses and gladiators, a redhead in black definitely caught some eyes.
"Oooh, officer, please handcuff me!" one middle aged tryster pleaded. His wife, a buxom brunette spilling out of her witch dress, shoved him forward for detention.
"Yes, take him in!" she laughed. "He's already been a bad boy!"
So many victims, so little time. My trusty nightstick ended up persuading some nasty little vixens to ride off into the sunset with Sgt. Tabu... while others watched with envy.
It was clearly a case of following my instincts... because you know there's nothing I like better than taking advantage of a willing suspect.
So if you see this officer out on patrol, I have a few word of advice. Spread 'em, put your hands behind your head, and let me pat you down.
If I don't find your concealed weapon, I'll provide one of my own!