Sockstickler
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It was another long night here in the police department. Actually, I couldn’t remember when it hadn’t been a long night. I was slumped over my desk, working on finally writing out my fuel expenditures, waiting for my shift to end. I’d been running ragged investigating shootings, domestic disturbances, and missing persons cases, and it was showing in my gas tank.
I looked over my desk at the office to the chief’s door. It was all Chief Sheldon’s fault. He keeps dumping all of the cases on me to make himself look good. He thinks he’ll catch the attention of the commissioner and get promoted himself. Never mind if he works the rest of us to death in the process.
I shook my head and looked back down on the papers. Stupid bloody police chiefs. I smirked to myself and changed a couple of fives to a couple of eights. It’s the least he could do for all the unpaid overtime he’s had us work. Besides, it’s not like he ever actually reads these things.
I looked the reports over, content with the job I’d done, then sent them on their way. I looked at the clock. Five minutes to the end of my shift. Close enough. Time to head out, go home, get a warm drink to stave off the autumn air, and get some rest.
I grabbed my coat, wrapped it around me, and was halfway out the lobby when Captain Vaughn tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see what he wanted.
“A woman to see you, Lieutenant.”
“Tell her to get in line with all my other girlfriends, Jim. I’m going to get some sleep.”
“A young woman.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. “A young woman, you say?” I turned around cautiously.
Jim nodded his balding head. “Chapman and Murphy brought her in just a little bit ago.”
“I see.” I pushed my glasses up on my nose. “Cute?”
Jim shrugged. “You might think so. She goes with your interesting tastes.”
I checked my watch. Hopefully I could make this quick and still head back home quickly enough to get some sleep. “Where is she at?”
Jim gestured down the hall. “Interrogation room 1.” He handed me a file. “Have fun.”
“Oh yes. A barrel of laughs I’m sure.”
I made my way back down the hall to the interrogation room. As I did, I hoped this wasn’t some lady dreaming up some stalker who wasn’t there. I’d seen far too much of that in my time.
I reached the door to the interrogation room, straightened my collar, and opened the door.
Waiting inside was a vision.
She was tall, almost as tall as I was, maybe half a foot shorter. Long, luxurious black hair framed a beautiful face. Drawing even more attention to her features was a single streak of purple along one side of her hair. As my inspection traveled downward, she wasn’t rail thin by any stretch, but she had just enough meat that she’d give a man something to hold onto. A black and purple t-shirt wrapped itself around her, accentuating her curvaceous figure. A pair of black bondage pants, with their myriad of zippers and straps, covered her legs. A tall pair of shiny black boots finished the ensemble. Here was gothic beauty, through and through.
“Have a seat, please, madam.” I said, gesturing her to the chair. It was never a good idea to let a suspect stand taller than you.
:”Thank you.” She said. She took a seat on the other side of the table. Apparently not one to mince words, this one.
I sat down in the other chair and opened up the file. I spent a little more time studying the report than usual. Let her think she got stuck with some rookie she could work. I’d show her.
Besides, she was worth the extra time to study.
Finally, I looked up and started the recorder. “So what can I do for you, Miss…”
“Sammi.” She said. “I don’t know what I’m doing here, Officer…”
“Lieutenant.” I reminded her.
“Lieutenant. I didn’t do anything.” She sounded earnest, but for some reason, I just wasn’t sure.
“That’s not what the nice officers who brought you in said.”
“Screw them. I’m innocent, and I know it.” She shook her head, letting her hair toss around her. I became temporarily hypnotized, but shook it off. “We goths get a really bad reputation. Cops see a goth walking along the road, and they think we have to have done something. It’s profiling. That’s what it is!”
Apparently this one was going to be a tough nut to crack. There was only one way I could think of to ascertain the truth in this matter.
I set down the file and looked at her. “For what it’s worth, I believe you, Sammi. However, policy dictates that I have to give anyone who comes in here a routine interrogation.”
“An interrogation?” She asked. Her face seemed to show a mix of fear and something like anticipation, but then it was gone, as quickly as it came. “Go ahead. You do anything to me, beat me or stick me with anything, I’ll show the courts my wounds, and I’ll sue your pants off.”
I leaned back, trying to look more smug than I felt. “As enjoyable as anything involving me losing my pants might be, it won’t come to that.”
She tilted her head, leaned forward, and looked into my eyes with hers, and what eyes she had. “Oh? And why not?”
I leaned forward to match her. “Because this precinct’s interrogation method of choice leaves no wounds, leaves no lasting injuries, and is completely one hundred percent painless.”
My words seemed to crack through her shell. “What?” She asked.
I knew now was my chance. Faster than she could see, I shot forward and grabbed her ankles. Next, I examined her boots, unbuckled a series of buckles along the side, and unzipped them. I pulled the boots away to reveal two beautifully shaped feet encased in the softest, smoothest black and white striped stockings I’d ever seen or felt. Oh, be still my heart.
Business before pleasure though. I looked back at Sammi. “Tell me, my dear. Do you happen to be ticklish?”
A look of pure incredulousness appeared on her face. “What? What the hell does that have to do with anything?!”
“Why, it’s really quite simple.” I told her. I could feel myself smiling at the prospect of what I was about to do. “I’m going to tickle your feet!”
Incredulousness turned to sheer panic. “But… but you can’t! That’s just… that’s just ridiculous!”
“It might sound ridiculous, Sammi, but I assure you it is very effective. We’ve had a 100% success rate in confessions.”
“But… but… I’m totally innocent!” She yelled.
I reached over and stopped the recorder. “If it helps at all, I really do believe you. However, I have people I need to report to, and if I let you just walk out of here, we could both get in trouble. I’d get accused of not doing my job. Maybe even demoted. You wouldn’t want that, now, would you?”
She softened up a little. “No, I guess not.”
“So I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll give you a basic interrogation, then
I’ll let you go, ok?”
“Um, I guess so.” I caught a hint of a smirk tugging at her mouth.
“That’s the spirit.” I reached out and rested my fingertips against her stocking soles. I heard a sharp intake of breath in response. This was going to be fun. Sometimes I love my job.
It was time to begin. I started out gently, running one fingertip up and down each foot. As I looked back at Sammi, I saw her biting her lip, but a stream of sweet giggles was still managing to escape her lips. Good. Very good.
I decided to pick up the pace. I added the rest of my fingers, gliding them up and down the soft material of her stockings.
“GeheheheHAHAHAHA!!!” She laughed as my fingers tickled her feet. She tried pulling her feet back, but I kept a firm grip.
“What’s wrong, Sammi? Ticklish feet?”
“Yehehehehehehes!!”
“Good!” I continued gliding my fingertips against her stockings. God, I could listen to that laughter all day long. A part of me thanked Captain Jim Vaughn for this one.
I decided it was time to do some exploring. I ran my fingertips across her heels. Her pulling and her laughter increased even more.
“HAHAHAHAHAhahaha nohohohoho!” She laughed hysterically.
“Oh yes.” I was grinning like a madman at this point. “Would you like your little toes tickled?” I started slowly moving up her soles as I tickled.
“Hahahahahahamahahaybe!!!”
That was all the permission I needed. I started dancing my fingertips across the bottoms of her toes. Her little feet scrunched up, trying to trap my fingers, but I pulled them out, then wiggled my fingers across their tips.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!!” She begged.
“Not there you say? Well then, how about here?” I grabbed her toes in one hand, held them back, then wiggled my fingers between them. Her laughter jumped up in pitch and volume, and her feet wiggled like mad, trying to escape the ticklish interrogation.
“HahahahaHAHAHAHAhahaha ohohohohohohohohoh Gohohohohod!!!”
I tilted my head at her. “I’m sorry. Did you just say ‘Oh God!’ or ‘Oh good!’? I couldn’t quite tell.”
“Hahahahahaha yohohohohohou meheheeheheheanie!!!”
“Coming from you, I’m sure that’s quite a compliment.” I took some time to traces my fingers along the edges of her feet, which didn’t seem to tickle near as much, but was still enjoyable.
Finally, it was time to finish things. I moved over and started sweeping my fingertips across what I figured were very sensitive arches.
I was right.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Sammi just threw her head back and laughed. Boy, could this girl laugh! I explored every square inch, every square millimeter, of her arch, eliciting laughter like I haven’t heard in quite some time from her. I haven’t had this much fun in an interrogation in a long time.
Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun!
“HAhahahahaha OK OK HAhaHAHAHA I CONFESS!!!”
I stopped at that point. “Yes?”
She stopped to catch her breath. “Ok. I… I lied to the police.”
I looked down at her just-tickled soles and decided to rub the tickles out of them. That usually helped make suspects more cooperative. The female ones at any rate. “I’m listening.”
“Ok.” She began. “I told the police I’d committed a crime, but wouldn’t tell them what. I made them bring me to the station, saying I wanted to talk to someone in charge.”
“And you got me. Why did you say you knew something if you didn’t?”
Her face turned beet red at this point, a brighter shade even than when she was laughing her pretty little head off. “I… um… I heard about the new interrogation technique.”
“You mean the tickling.”
“Yes. I…” She looked away. “I wanted that.”
“You wanted to be tickled?”
“Yes.”
This certainly cast a whole new light on things. I’d heard of this phenomenon. There were a lot of people out there who seemed to get their jollies from being tickled out of their minds. I’ve heard of them, read stories, but this was the first time I’d ever met someone like that.
“You realize, of course, I could, and should, charge you with obstruction of justice? We can’t just bring in anyone who wants to get their jollies from having one of our city’s finest tickle them!”
I could see tears form in her eyes. “I’m… sorry…”
I had to soften at that point. Pouting. Bloody pouting and crying. My two biggest weaknesses right there. I reached out and took her hand in mine. “It’s ok.” I looked down, feeling like the biggest heel in the force for raising my voice. “You just wanted some attention, didn’t you?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I don’t really get a whole lot of it.” I couldn’t believe that. A beautiful woman like her not getting a lot of attention?
My mind went into overdrive. I hadn’t planned on this. They didn’t teach us anything about this sort of situation at the academy. Finally, it hit me. My hand reached out and slammed the stop button on the recorder.
“That’s ok, angel. There’s no harm done.”
She looked up at me. “Really?”
I nodded and looked into her eyes. “Things have been pretty boring around here anyway. This was actually sort of fun.”
“Am I going to get into trouble for it?”
“You leave that to me. I’ve been fudging reports since I first joined. They brought you in for questioning about some crime I’ll come up with later. I gave you a full interrogation, but you didn’t know anything about it. I thank you for your time, and you don’t go to jail, and we don’t get into trouble. Does that work?”
She jumped up and threw her arms around me. “Yes! Thank you!”
I found myself wrapping my arms around her too. “It’s quite alright, dear.” I reached down and handed her her boots. “You might want these back.”
“Oh, right.” She slipped her boots back over those feet. What a pity that they should be hidden again.
I stood up and opened the door for her. As we walked out, I spoke fairly loudly, so all could hear me. “Thank you for your cooperation, madam. If you can come up with anything useful, please be sure to let us know, alright?”
I took her back to my desk and wrote down my cell phone number. “This is my private number. Let me know if you have any more… need to come in here, ok?”
Her smile returned to her face. “Thank you Lieutenant. And here’s mine.” She took another piece of paper, and wrote down what I guessed was her number.
With that, we said our goodbyes and she walked out. I walked back, put my feet up on the desk, and watched the next shift get to work. My need for sleep caught up to me, so I stood back up and went back home for a good night’s shut eye.
And tomorrow? I think I’ll need to go over some more “details.”
I love my job.
I looked over my desk at the office to the chief’s door. It was all Chief Sheldon’s fault. He keeps dumping all of the cases on me to make himself look good. He thinks he’ll catch the attention of the commissioner and get promoted himself. Never mind if he works the rest of us to death in the process.
I shook my head and looked back down on the papers. Stupid bloody police chiefs. I smirked to myself and changed a couple of fives to a couple of eights. It’s the least he could do for all the unpaid overtime he’s had us work. Besides, it’s not like he ever actually reads these things.
I looked the reports over, content with the job I’d done, then sent them on their way. I looked at the clock. Five minutes to the end of my shift. Close enough. Time to head out, go home, get a warm drink to stave off the autumn air, and get some rest.
I grabbed my coat, wrapped it around me, and was halfway out the lobby when Captain Vaughn tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see what he wanted.
“A woman to see you, Lieutenant.”
“Tell her to get in line with all my other girlfriends, Jim. I’m going to get some sleep.”
“A young woman.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. “A young woman, you say?” I turned around cautiously.
Jim nodded his balding head. “Chapman and Murphy brought her in just a little bit ago.”
“I see.” I pushed my glasses up on my nose. “Cute?”
Jim shrugged. “You might think so. She goes with your interesting tastes.”
I checked my watch. Hopefully I could make this quick and still head back home quickly enough to get some sleep. “Where is she at?”
Jim gestured down the hall. “Interrogation room 1.” He handed me a file. “Have fun.”
“Oh yes. A barrel of laughs I’m sure.”
I made my way back down the hall to the interrogation room. As I did, I hoped this wasn’t some lady dreaming up some stalker who wasn’t there. I’d seen far too much of that in my time.
I reached the door to the interrogation room, straightened my collar, and opened the door.
Waiting inside was a vision.
She was tall, almost as tall as I was, maybe half a foot shorter. Long, luxurious black hair framed a beautiful face. Drawing even more attention to her features was a single streak of purple along one side of her hair. As my inspection traveled downward, she wasn’t rail thin by any stretch, but she had just enough meat that she’d give a man something to hold onto. A black and purple t-shirt wrapped itself around her, accentuating her curvaceous figure. A pair of black bondage pants, with their myriad of zippers and straps, covered her legs. A tall pair of shiny black boots finished the ensemble. Here was gothic beauty, through and through.
“Have a seat, please, madam.” I said, gesturing her to the chair. It was never a good idea to let a suspect stand taller than you.
:”Thank you.” She said. She took a seat on the other side of the table. Apparently not one to mince words, this one.
I sat down in the other chair and opened up the file. I spent a little more time studying the report than usual. Let her think she got stuck with some rookie she could work. I’d show her.
Besides, she was worth the extra time to study.
Finally, I looked up and started the recorder. “So what can I do for you, Miss…”
“Sammi.” She said. “I don’t know what I’m doing here, Officer…”
“Lieutenant.” I reminded her.
“Lieutenant. I didn’t do anything.” She sounded earnest, but for some reason, I just wasn’t sure.
“That’s not what the nice officers who brought you in said.”
“Screw them. I’m innocent, and I know it.” She shook her head, letting her hair toss around her. I became temporarily hypnotized, but shook it off. “We goths get a really bad reputation. Cops see a goth walking along the road, and they think we have to have done something. It’s profiling. That’s what it is!”
Apparently this one was going to be a tough nut to crack. There was only one way I could think of to ascertain the truth in this matter.
I set down the file and looked at her. “For what it’s worth, I believe you, Sammi. However, policy dictates that I have to give anyone who comes in here a routine interrogation.”
“An interrogation?” She asked. Her face seemed to show a mix of fear and something like anticipation, but then it was gone, as quickly as it came. “Go ahead. You do anything to me, beat me or stick me with anything, I’ll show the courts my wounds, and I’ll sue your pants off.”
I leaned back, trying to look more smug than I felt. “As enjoyable as anything involving me losing my pants might be, it won’t come to that.”
She tilted her head, leaned forward, and looked into my eyes with hers, and what eyes she had. “Oh? And why not?”
I leaned forward to match her. “Because this precinct’s interrogation method of choice leaves no wounds, leaves no lasting injuries, and is completely one hundred percent painless.”
My words seemed to crack through her shell. “What?” She asked.
I knew now was my chance. Faster than she could see, I shot forward and grabbed her ankles. Next, I examined her boots, unbuckled a series of buckles along the side, and unzipped them. I pulled the boots away to reveal two beautifully shaped feet encased in the softest, smoothest black and white striped stockings I’d ever seen or felt. Oh, be still my heart.
Business before pleasure though. I looked back at Sammi. “Tell me, my dear. Do you happen to be ticklish?”
A look of pure incredulousness appeared on her face. “What? What the hell does that have to do with anything?!”
“Why, it’s really quite simple.” I told her. I could feel myself smiling at the prospect of what I was about to do. “I’m going to tickle your feet!”
Incredulousness turned to sheer panic. “But… but you can’t! That’s just… that’s just ridiculous!”
“It might sound ridiculous, Sammi, but I assure you it is very effective. We’ve had a 100% success rate in confessions.”
“But… but… I’m totally innocent!” She yelled.
I reached over and stopped the recorder. “If it helps at all, I really do believe you. However, I have people I need to report to, and if I let you just walk out of here, we could both get in trouble. I’d get accused of not doing my job. Maybe even demoted. You wouldn’t want that, now, would you?”
She softened up a little. “No, I guess not.”
“So I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll give you a basic interrogation, then
I’ll let you go, ok?”
“Um, I guess so.” I caught a hint of a smirk tugging at her mouth.
“That’s the spirit.” I reached out and rested my fingertips against her stocking soles. I heard a sharp intake of breath in response. This was going to be fun. Sometimes I love my job.
It was time to begin. I started out gently, running one fingertip up and down each foot. As I looked back at Sammi, I saw her biting her lip, but a stream of sweet giggles was still managing to escape her lips. Good. Very good.
I decided to pick up the pace. I added the rest of my fingers, gliding them up and down the soft material of her stockings.
“GeheheheHAHAHAHA!!!” She laughed as my fingers tickled her feet. She tried pulling her feet back, but I kept a firm grip.
“What’s wrong, Sammi? Ticklish feet?”
“Yehehehehehehes!!”
“Good!” I continued gliding my fingertips against her stockings. God, I could listen to that laughter all day long. A part of me thanked Captain Jim Vaughn for this one.
I decided it was time to do some exploring. I ran my fingertips across her heels. Her pulling and her laughter increased even more.
“HAHAHAHAHAhahaha nohohohoho!” She laughed hysterically.
“Oh yes.” I was grinning like a madman at this point. “Would you like your little toes tickled?” I started slowly moving up her soles as I tickled.
“Hahahahahahamahahaybe!!!”
That was all the permission I needed. I started dancing my fingertips across the bottoms of her toes. Her little feet scrunched up, trying to trap my fingers, but I pulled them out, then wiggled my fingers across their tips.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!!” She begged.
“Not there you say? Well then, how about here?” I grabbed her toes in one hand, held them back, then wiggled my fingers between them. Her laughter jumped up in pitch and volume, and her feet wiggled like mad, trying to escape the ticklish interrogation.
“HahahahaHAHAHAHAhahaha ohohohohohohohohoh Gohohohohod!!!”
I tilted my head at her. “I’m sorry. Did you just say ‘Oh God!’ or ‘Oh good!’? I couldn’t quite tell.”
“Hahahahahaha yohohohohohou meheheeheheheanie!!!”
“Coming from you, I’m sure that’s quite a compliment.” I took some time to traces my fingers along the edges of her feet, which didn’t seem to tickle near as much, but was still enjoyable.
Finally, it was time to finish things. I moved over and started sweeping my fingertips across what I figured were very sensitive arches.
I was right.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Sammi just threw her head back and laughed. Boy, could this girl laugh! I explored every square inch, every square millimeter, of her arch, eliciting laughter like I haven’t heard in quite some time from her. I haven’t had this much fun in an interrogation in a long time.
Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun!
“HAhahahahaha OK OK HAhaHAHAHA I CONFESS!!!”
I stopped at that point. “Yes?”
She stopped to catch her breath. “Ok. I… I lied to the police.”
I looked down at her just-tickled soles and decided to rub the tickles out of them. That usually helped make suspects more cooperative. The female ones at any rate. “I’m listening.”
“Ok.” She began. “I told the police I’d committed a crime, but wouldn’t tell them what. I made them bring me to the station, saying I wanted to talk to someone in charge.”
“And you got me. Why did you say you knew something if you didn’t?”
Her face turned beet red at this point, a brighter shade even than when she was laughing her pretty little head off. “I… um… I heard about the new interrogation technique.”
“You mean the tickling.”
“Yes. I…” She looked away. “I wanted that.”
“You wanted to be tickled?”
“Yes.”
This certainly cast a whole new light on things. I’d heard of this phenomenon. There were a lot of people out there who seemed to get their jollies from being tickled out of their minds. I’ve heard of them, read stories, but this was the first time I’d ever met someone like that.
“You realize, of course, I could, and should, charge you with obstruction of justice? We can’t just bring in anyone who wants to get their jollies from having one of our city’s finest tickle them!”
I could see tears form in her eyes. “I’m… sorry…”
I had to soften at that point. Pouting. Bloody pouting and crying. My two biggest weaknesses right there. I reached out and took her hand in mine. “It’s ok.” I looked down, feeling like the biggest heel in the force for raising my voice. “You just wanted some attention, didn’t you?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I don’t really get a whole lot of it.” I couldn’t believe that. A beautiful woman like her not getting a lot of attention?
My mind went into overdrive. I hadn’t planned on this. They didn’t teach us anything about this sort of situation at the academy. Finally, it hit me. My hand reached out and slammed the stop button on the recorder.
“That’s ok, angel. There’s no harm done.”
She looked up at me. “Really?”
I nodded and looked into her eyes. “Things have been pretty boring around here anyway. This was actually sort of fun.”
“Am I going to get into trouble for it?”
“You leave that to me. I’ve been fudging reports since I first joined. They brought you in for questioning about some crime I’ll come up with later. I gave you a full interrogation, but you didn’t know anything about it. I thank you for your time, and you don’t go to jail, and we don’t get into trouble. Does that work?”
She jumped up and threw her arms around me. “Yes! Thank you!”
I found myself wrapping my arms around her too. “It’s quite alright, dear.” I reached down and handed her her boots. “You might want these back.”
“Oh, right.” She slipped her boots back over those feet. What a pity that they should be hidden again.
I stood up and opened the door for her. As we walked out, I spoke fairly loudly, so all could hear me. “Thank you for your cooperation, madam. If you can come up with anything useful, please be sure to let us know, alright?”
I took her back to my desk and wrote down my cell phone number. “This is my private number. Let me know if you have any more… need to come in here, ok?”
Her smile returned to her face. “Thank you Lieutenant. And here’s mine.” She took another piece of paper, and wrote down what I guessed was her number.
With that, we said our goodbyes and she walked out. I walked back, put my feet up on the desk, and watched the next shift get to work. My need for sleep caught up to me, so I stood back up and went back home for a good night’s shut eye.
And tomorrow? I think I’ll need to go over some more “details.”
I love my job.
