Name: Mayte Ramirez
Age: 32 (July 12th)
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark Brown
Appearance:
Pristine french tip nails drummed on the steering wheel of the midnight blue 2018 Dodge Charger SRT Hellcat. And the young detective caught a glimpse of the scowl she was wearing and it only made her sneer even more menacing. The boys at the station had been in rare form that day. She had gotten her nails done for a prospective date that night but that didn't matter to her brothers in blue.

Being a latin detective was hard, being a short, lesbian latina detective was a whole new level of fuckery to deal with. Not to mention she was just naturally beautiful and petite, so even though she wore no makeup at work, her peers had taken to calling her Stripper Cop. So showing up to work with a new nail job only intensified the teasing.

She was the best shot, highly decorated, best physical readiness scores, and best case closure record in her department, and that was exactly why she was being treated the way she was. A pretty, short, lesbian latina that had graduated top of her class and the youngest to make detective in the state and she was still treated worse than a newbie male beat cop, at times. And today had riled her up just enough, and her class was going to be in for some intense training, today.

Her engine roared as she pulled into a parking spot, bass vibrating through the air. She burst through the center's doors with that tell-tale look; it was the look that said that ass-whoopings were about to commence. Her students saw her face as she walked through the door to the training room. A look of unease passing through them.

"Who's up?" She called to her class at large, as they scampered to get in line, so as not to upset her any more, "C'mon, ladies, I don't have all damn night. The longer I wait, the harder we go, tonight."

The collection of students looked around at each other. No one looking as if they wanted to take her up on her challenge, even if it meant harder drills later. That was until one student stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, I got it."

Some of the students smiled and others breathed a sigh of relief. They knew what was about to come. Her most promising student and oddly enough, her most recent of those in her advanced class, stepped forward. She took off her blue blazer, shoes & socks, and button-down lilac shirt, smiling the entire time. Shewas left in a wife-beater and her slacks, showing off her taut, athletic body. A body borne not of lifting weights but of strenuous real-world activity, long corded muscle dense with strength. She had been hoping he would be in class; she needed to let off steam, and he was the only she felt comfortable going all out on.

"You ready, padawan?" she called through a mischievous smile.

A devilish grin was returned, "I'm ready, Pageant Queen."

Students gasped, not believing that he had egged her on in that state. The Brazilian-Puerto Rican took her stance, baring her teeth, as she thought, Thank god you're here, lil bro.