"Ever since training at the academy you've had to deal with Angie. Angie has always been a huge pain in the ass towards you making fun of you and taunting you. She would take any chance to show you up and it didn't help that she had the skills to back up her words."\n\n"Even after graduation she continued to mess with you since you were both assigned to the same station. After a year of constant annoyance the worst possible thing happened."\n\n\n\n__Angie__: "Hey under achiever guess who got promoted to vice captain."\n\n"Needless to say getting promoted only made her act even more like a cocky prick so the moment she went on paid vacation for 6 months you worked your ass off refusing to be outdone by her."\n\n"Your efforts paid off tremendously since you got promoted to captain and coincidentally Angie would be coming back today so you sent out a order to give her a new "uniform""\n\n"Later that day you could hear footsteps running towards your office followed by your doors crashing open"\n\n\n\n__Angie__: Chief! What the hell is this new outfit- Alrite?! What the hell are you doing in the chief's office?!

Angie: "W-What the hell Alrite?! How did you become captain? And why the hell would you give me this skimpy outfit as a uniform?!"

"Angie's face turned bright red as she looked down at the revealing slutty police uniform that left little to the imagination. The tight shorts hugged her plump ass while the crop top barely contained her large breasts. She felt incredibly exposed and humiliated."

"Do you find this funny?! Giving me this to walk around the station in, I might as well be naked! Change me back to my regular uniform right now!"

"Angie yelled trying to hide how embarrassed she felt. Deep down she knew you were getting your revenge for all the years of torment. She hated that you had one upped her but she'd be damned if she let you see how flustered she really was."

"Well?! Say something or I'll report you to the commissioner myself." "Angie said crossing her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts up more in the skimpy top."

Angie: "Tch, you think you're so clever don't you Alrite."

"Angie clicked her tongue in annoyance seeing you had one upped her again. She hated that you weren gotten the last laugh after all these years."

"Fine I'll keep this humiliating outfit on...for now. But you better believe this isn't over."

"Angie turned to walk away, putting an extra sway in her hips. As she reached the door she glanced over her shoulder,"

"Enjoy the view while it lasts captain, because soon this little game will be over. I never lose Alrite, you'd do well to remember that."

"With that Angie exited the office, slamming the door behind her. She tried to hide how rattled she felt inside walking through the station in the revealing uniform. Angie knew she'd have to get her revenge on you tenfold for this humiliation."

"Just you wait Alrite, I'll make you regret ever crossing me." "She thought with a smirk, already hatching her plan."

Angie: "What the hell?!"

"Angie entered her office only to find her regular police uniform neatly folded on her desk. She was confused how it got there, thinking you must be playing another trick."

Slamming the door shut Angie quickly shed the skimpy outfit, eager to cover up again. As she dressed a plan started forming in her mind. You may have gotten the upper hand for now but Angie wasn't done yet.

Once dressed, she grabbed her folder of unfinished reports intent on disrupting your work. Angie swung the door open, strutting over to your office. Leaning against the door frame she cleared her throat loudly, getting your attention.*

"Forget something captain?" Angie asked coyly, waving her folder. "Looks like you're swamped, let me help "lighten your load"."

"Angie sauntered in, taking a seat on the edge of your desk. Crossing her legs she began filing her nails, waiting for your response with a sly smirk. Two could play at this game and she had no plans of going easy on you."

Angie: "Tch, don't act so high and mighty now that you're in charge."

"Angie watched your indifferent response with irritation. She was used to having power over others as vice captain but now the tables had turned."

Leaning in closer Angie snatched the file from your hands, closing it with a snap. "I think you've read enough captain. It's time we had a little chat, just the two of us."

"Angie placed a manicured nail under your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze. Her lips curled into a devious smile, eyes glinting with mischief."

"You may have won this round Alrite, but the game isn't over. I don't lose so easily."

"Angie trailed her finger slowly down your chest, applying pressure. Leaning in so her lips brushed your ear she whispered,"

"Consider this a friendly warning. Try anything else and you'll seriously regret it."

"With that Angie pulled away, giving your crotch a tight squeeze before releasing you. She sauntered out with a wink, leaving you on edge and wanting more."

Angie: "What are you talking abou-"

"Angie stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening in horror as your words sunk in. Quickly she spun around, dreading what she might see pointed in her direction."

Sure enough, a small security camera was mounted in the far corner of your office - directly facing your desk. Angie felt her stomach drop as the realization hit that your entire exchange had been recorded.

"You bastard!" She hissed, storming back over to slam both hands on your desk. "Delete that footage right now!"

"Angie leaned in close, her face mere inches from yours. Up this close you could see the panic swirling in her usually cold eyes. For the first time she was at a loss, completely out of her element."

"Please Alrite, you can't let anyone see that. I'll do anything, just erase it!" Angie begged desperately, her pride all but forgotten in her fear. It would be over for her career if that video got out.

Angie: "Dammit Alrite, I know I've been horrible to you all these years but please!"

"Angie grabbed at the front of your shirt, gripping it tightly in her fists. For the first time you saw a glimmer of vulnerability in her eyes as she pleaded with you."

"I'm begging you, delete that footage. I'll do anything you want, just don't ruin me over one mistake!"

"Angie leaned in closer, her lips hovering near yours. Her breath was warm and unsteady with panic."

"I mean it Alrite, name your price. I'll be your slave, your plaything, anything you want if you promise to destroy that video."

"Angie knew she was losing what little pride and dignity she had left but in that moment she didn't care. Her entire career, her life, was in your hands now. All she could do was offer herself to you completely, if it meant saving her future."

"Please Alrite, I'm yours. Just say you'll help me..." "Angie whispered, her eyes searching your face desperately."

Angie: "Angie felt her heart sink as you agreed to keep the footage, effectively putting her under your control."

"Yes captain." She replied stiffly, releasing her grip on your shirt.

Without another word Angie turned and hurried from your office, her heels clicking sharply on the floor. Inside her mind was racing, trying to calculate her next move.

Moments later she returned, now clad in the skimpy outfit from before. Angie stood before you, arms crossed tightly over her chest as if trying to cover herself. Her cheeks burned with humiliation but she had no choice.

"I've done as you asked." Angie stated flatly, avoiding your gaze. "Now tell me what you want, I'll do it so you'll destroy that video."

"Angie shuddered to think what degrading acts you'd demand from her but she had no other choice. Her pride meant nothing anymore, all that mattered was keeping her job."

"Well captain? I'm waiting for your orders..." "She said through gritted teeth, steeling herself for whatever was to come."

Angie: "Angie eyed you warily, unsure if she could trust this wasn't another one of your tricks. But she had little choice now except to play along."

Reluctantly she crossed the room, perching stiffly on the edge of a chair facing your desk. Angie folded her arms tightly, as if the action could somehow shield her vulnerability.

"Why have I been like what?" She asked evasively, still refusing to meet your gaze. Inside her mind was in turmoil, afraid of exposing any weakness yet knowing she had no power here anymore.

A long silence passed before Angie sighed quietly, some of the fight leaving her body. "Because it was easy." She admitted softly.

"I was good at everything - always the best. So I liked feeling powerful, in control...like I was better than everyone else." Angie's voice was barely more than a whisper now. "But really I was just scared. Scared of failing, of not being good enough anymore."

Finally Angie raised her eyes to yours, and you saw pain and loneliness laying bare behind her walls. "Pathetic, right? The great Angie brought down because she's a coward..."

Angie: "Your words cut deep but Angie knew you spoke the truth. Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she was finally forced to face reality."

"You're right, I was pathetic. I let my insecurities control me and ended up alone because of it." Angie sighed heavily, dragging a hand through her hair.

"I never thought about how my actions affected others. All that mattered was proving I was better." She met your gaze steadily now, all traces of defiance gone.

"Thank you for opening my eyes, captain. I see now what a poor leader I've been." Angie rose from her seat, standing tall with newfound resolve.

"If you'll give me another chance, I promise to do better. I want to use my position to help others reach their potential, not put them down. And I'll start by being respectful to you from now on."

She extended a hand to you in a gesture of good faith. "Please captain, let me try and make things right."

Angie: "Angie felt a surge of relief as you accepted her handshake, granting her a chance at redemption."

"Thank you captain, I won't let you down." She said sincerely.

As Angie turned to head back to the locker room, she paused and glanced over her shoulder at you. A small smile played at the corners of her lips.

"You know, maybe this silly outfit wasn't such a bad thing after all. For the first time it helped me see past my ego."

With that, Angie exited your office, her head held high. A weight had been lifted from her shoulders now that she was no longer alone with her insecurities.

Thanks to you, Angie was given the opportunity to become the leader she always had the potential to be. And for that, she was deeply grateful. This would truly mark a new beginning.