David Plume, deputy sheriff for the Hillsborough Highway Patrol, is under investigation after it was exposed that he was selling private police body cam footage, illegally on OnlyFans, a subscription-based content provider.
Amongst the videos taken down on Plume’s page, was one of him playing beer pong with a prostitute amidst a raid on a drug bust.
“It’s sickening” Said Patrol Chief Henry Rodayo.
“To know that our own friend was selling our footage online to people and not giving us a cut or letting us know, he put our entire police force in danger.”
Rodayo then turned off his body cam.
“Also, we have so many better videos he could’ve used, so it makes us all look bad when it’s puts up non-premium content. We can’t have other forces around the country make fun of us! As you know, because you are a cop as well, right?” He paused after asking.
“What?” I said “Uhm… No. I’m not a cop. I’m a fake journalist, who told you I was a cop?” I asked him.
He then got really pissed.
“What?” He threw a baton across the locker room.
“I was only doing this interview because I thought you were a cop too, your Martinez little brother right? From Lakeland?” He aggressively inquires.
“No, I’m Martinez friend, I’m not his little brother, he told me he explained it to you, but clearly he didn’t so I’m sorry for the confusion. This isn’t my fault.”
He really didn’t like hearing that because then he started banging on the lockers which made a very loud metal clanking noise that scared me.
He then drew his firearm.
“I’m going to give you 5 seconds to tell me what the f**k is going on.” He said as he put the barrel of the handgun to my temple.
“I’m Martinez friend I work for Tampa News Force!-“ I screamed
“4.” He began counting down.
“I said I wanted to interview someone about the police body cam OnlyFans account!” I frantically continue to try and spew out.
“3!” He shouted, pushing the barrel deeper into my head.
“I’m a reporter for a fake news website/conglomerate that sends me out on assignments!” I screamed as if my life depended on it.
“2!” He shouted even louder and got closer to my face.
“I just wanted to tell you how much I liked the mural outside of the building!” I’m crying
“Oh!” The cop said before holstering his gun.
“Sorry about that!” He laughed as he bent over on his knees for a moment.
“That was pretty funny!” He said.
I didn’t agree but I told him I did just so I could stay on his good side and get out of there as quickly as I could. I should have never challenged him in the first place. In fact, I may just quit this job, I don’t like working here, I’m constantly put in situations where I’m in peril, physical danger always seems to be present, it’s a very tortured existence.
Ah, who am I kidding I can’t quit this place! They have a free vending machine in the break room. Seriously! Free! Like Cheetos, Doritos, Freetos, all the eetos man! I’ll be back tomorrow morning just like I always am. Addicted to the rush of the news. And the hunt for the ever allusive truth.