Troopers in trouble by Treetopflyer27
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A pair of state troopers get taken and used
My name is Max. A few years ago I was driving from my home in southern Alabama heading to Daytona for “Bike Week”. I own a motorcycle repair shop so I always load up my work van with the usual parts and accessories that I know guys will want and head out. It’s always good for business and I love all the “extra-curricular activities” that take place down there.
As I was passing through the middle of no-where, Florida, I got pulled over by this cop. She was a State Trooper to be exact, and on top of being a real looker, she was a real bitch too. I watched her walk up to my window with her 5’ 8” slim frame and her dark hair pulled back into tight pony tail. “License and registration please” she said. I gave her my stuff and she told me that she pulled me over for going 88 in a 70 MPH zone.
I tried explaining that I saw her running radar back in the median, and that the person that was doing 88 was the pickup truck that was passing me. She of course didn’t want to hear that and began telling me that she knows it was me speeding and if I lie to her again it will only make it worse on me. I simply replied with a “yes ma’am” and she left my window. She came back about 10 minutes later with my ticket.
“$220.00! Holy shit lady, what the fuck? You can’t cut me a break here? I wasn’t even the one speeding! It was that asshole in the pickup truck”. She just looked at me, smiled and said, “Well, you can always take it to court. Have a nice day.” I wanted to slap that little smirk right off her face.
The only thing that really calmed me down for the rest of my trip was the joint that I had tucked away in one of my tool boxes.
It was just enough to keep me from thinking about how much of a bitch that damn trooper was to me. Once I got to Daytona, I found my friend Tony. We were having a couple beers at this bar and catching up on old times when all of a sudden I hear a deep voice go “Maxwell, you sorry son of a bitch!” As I turn around I saw my old pal Randy. Me, Tony and Randy ran together a lot back in the day.
With the amount of bar fights and encounters with the law, it’s a wonder we’re not dead from all the stupid shit we’ve done. As the night went on I couldn’t help but think about that good-looking bitch of a trooper that I ran into earlier.
As I told my story, Randy said, “You know, we ought to go show that fucking bitch some manners.” Randy started telling me about the last time he “showed a bitch who was boss” and it got me thinking about some of the other stuff we had done as a group in the past. He asked if I could remember where it was I got pulled over.
“Yeah” I said “why?” And that is when we all snapped back to our old ways.
After a couple weeks of planning, the three of us meet up at a truck stop off of I-10 in Florida. Tony and Randy split up looking for this hot little trooper with the attitude. I took the time to configure the van a little bit. My van is one of those tall, long European looking vans. It’s white and has no back windows at all. It looks kind of goofy, but it is huge on the inside and it gets great gas mileage.
A few hours later, I get a phone call from Tony. “Dude, you were right” he said, “This bitch is hot!” He told me he just passed her as she was stopping somebody west of where we all met. I called Randy and told him to get back to the truck stop where we met ASAP. Randy jumped in the van with me while Tony kept his eyes on our trooper. Randy and I drove up on the interstate, past our target and pulled over a couple miles later on the side of the road with our flashers on.
Randy climbed in the back of the van behind one of my big Snap-on tool boxes and hid while I opened the hood. I parked the van at an angle to the road with the intention of drawing our little trooper to the right side of the van and asking her to help me open the tool box. As soon as she gets in the van, Randy is going to grab her hands so she can’t pull her pistol or call for help on the radio.
Right after I opened the hood, I saw a trooper’s car coming our way.
I yelled “show time” to Randy. It was hard for me to keep a straight face knowing what was coming. As the trooper pulled in behind us, I could tell that my trooper friend didn’t look the same as I remembered her. When the door opened, I saw that it wasn’t our trooper at all, it was some skinny blonde haired dude. This kid looked like he was about 12 years old. The only thing I could think of was “FUCK! What do we do now?” As he approached me he asked what the problem was.
As I was thinking of what to say Tony sent me a text, “She’s done with her traffic stop and she will be heading your way in just a few minutes. Oh, another trooper stopped to check on her, look out for him”. Too late, we found him. The only thing I could think of was to go with the plan. I’m sure we could have a little fun with him too. As I snapped back to reality, I explained, “Well Sir, I had a hose come off under the hood but I can’t get my tool box open to get my wrench.
Do you have a pair of pliers to give me a hand?” He looked irritated but turned around to get it out of his trunk. I pretended to hold up on one end of the tool box and asked him if he could get his pliers in on the other side of the lid. As he climbed inside Randy did exactly what he was supposed to. As Randy held his hands, the young trooper tried to pull away but I jumped on his back and grabbed his right hand.
Randy held onto his left wrist and together we used our handcuffs and got him under control. We then quickly duct tapped his mouth and eyes. Since he was not part of the original plan, we had to do some real quick thinking.
After we took his pistol, tazer, pepper spray and radio, we re-cuffed his hands in the front of him and used a pad lock to secure the cuffs to a motorcycle tie down point in the back of the van.
The best we could think of was to position him where his back was to the side door of our van and attempt to use the same trick on our female officer. Since I didn’t respond to Tony’s text, he was calling me now. I answered and he told me that she was rolling my way. I told Randy to get ready for round two. I pointed my gun at the young trooper’s head and told him that we only wanted their cars so we could get out of town.
If he did as he was told, we would leave him and the other trooper handcuffed inside our broken down van unharmed. I also told him that if he tried to signal the other officer, we would have to kill both of them, but assured him we didn’t want to do that. He nodded that he understood. As he was cuffed there to the floor I read his name tag “Trooper W. Thompson”.
As I stepped back out of the van, I saw our target pull up to check on her partner.
When she got out of her car I almost got a hard on from thinking what was about to happen to her. As she approached, I asked “hey, do you have a pair of pliers, Trooper Thompson and I need some help getting into my tool box in the van”. She looked annoyed, but said “yeah, hang on” as she turned around to get it out of her trunk. When she returned I did almost the same routine I did with Trooper Thompson. As soon as she climbed in Randy wasted no time grabbing her.