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Corruption of an Officer
by Mr. D (asymtote@adelphia.net)
***
A young female officer develops into a sexual
submissive. (Mdom/Fsub, reluc, v, intr, oral,
prostitution)
***
This story is not intended for minors or people for
whom erotic or pornographic material is offensive,
illegal or just plain disturbing. Feel free to repost
this in any free venue in full with credit to the
author "Mr. D".
Oh.. one last but important item. This is a Fantasy..
forcing women to have sex is illegal and immoral.
Unprotected sex is stupid.
***
Officer Missy Decks was a bright new addition to the
Gotham City Police department. The bright-eyed bushy
tailed Twenty two year old was fresh out of the academy
and enthusiastic about cleaning up the streets of the
big city. Her first series of assignments to park
patrol on foot and some bicycle patrols in the downtown
area resulted several arrests of gangbangers and
muggers. These criminals much to their dismay often
underestimated her. Her favorite group to arrest were
the Bahama Boyz posse.
The Boyz, controlling all the turf west of the park for
10 blocks were a medium sized gang on the verge of
being a much larger problem. They were currently kept
in check by the park, widely acknowledged a free zone,
the Columbian Kings to the north and the Iron Triangle
gangs in the south. To the west of the Boyz were a
series of smaller gangs Jamaican, Puerto Rican and
Irish/Italian in origin, with none of the extra
national support of the others.
The Boyz were solidly into drugs and prostitution with
a kind of white slavery as a sideline. The Boyz were
wholesalers of whores up all over town due to the train
and bus stations being within their turf. Both the
train and bus stations supplied a steady stream of
vulnerable runaways and poor single mothers for stock.
Missy hated the Jo Jo the pimp, she had been watching
him for weeks, unable to catch him in the act of
selling his whores to the johns or otherwise abusing
them. She had busted several of the girls, many of them
underage, selling themselves to the cruising johns and
she knew she was slowing down the business in this area
but really wanted to nail the Jo Jo.
She finally got the opportunity to confront the pimp
when she came upon him harassing a young woman just
outside the bus station. She rode up to him on her
bicycle, noting for the first time that he was not
particularly tall, about 5 ‘10" and thin and dressed in
a loud yellow suit and red shirt.
Turning away from his prospective victim he said, "Oh
look it’s the bike police! What you want bicycle
bitch?"
"I want you off my streets Jo Jo," she replied.
"You do huh? Gonna run my Caddy off the road with your
little bicycle?"
"No I am going to use my badge and this night stick if
I get the chance."
"That little night stick? I got a nice stick instead, I
can use it on you officer, matter of fact I would be
off the street while I used it... we both get what we
want how’s bout a it." By now the pimp was inches from
Missy and she could smell his cologne and see the look
of lust in his eyes.
At about 190 pounds Jo-Jo menace was all in his eyes,
and to hear his whores talk, in his pants. He was
dangerous enough to stay on top of a lethal profession
and Missy knew to be careful with him. Rumor had it
that he had once raped a parole officer for trying to
send one of his more productive whores back to prison.
Missy could not imagine what it would be like to have
this wiry looking man force her to fuck him. She felt a
thrill of revulsion as the vision of his cock leapt
unbidden to her mind; his cock thrusting into her as it
had so many other helpless women was enough to spark
her anger. She brought her nightstick forward into the
pimp’s solar plexus eliciting a grunt of surprise and
pain from Jo Jo. "You’d better watch your self Jo Jo or
I might just break your little stick with my big one."
Jo Jo stepped back and sized up the little blond
officer. He was imagining for a moment her expression
as he slid ten inches of his "nice stick" into her, the
resulting lustful smile thrilled and frightened Missy
and once again brought thoughts of penetration to her
mind and heat to her pussy.
"Well honey, you poked me with yours and I’m still
smiling. I bet you’ll smile plenty if I poke you with
mine."
Missy blushed as thought to herself, how freaky, he’s
flirting with me and it’s getting me hot. I need to get
control of this or he’s going to be hard to deal with.
I hate calling for backup, it’s like I can’t handle the
job myself.
Missy then noticed the aforementioned Caddy by the curb
and looked through the windows for anything to divert
the conversation from it’s decidedly sexual bent. She
stepped closer to the car, and away from the horny
pimp.
Meanwhile Jo Jo and expert at the female psychology
noted the blush and the indecision. Slut he thought,
just like every other slut, wants a hard fucking, she
needs to be put in her place. He stepped up to his car,
placing one hand on the roof and blocking Missy’s view
of the vehicle while placing the other hand on her
shoulder and pulling her near. He whispered loudly,
"You wanna ride with me baby? That can be arranged. you
getting a ride... or getting ridden."
His hip pressed against hers and the thrill of anger
was followed by a mental image of the pimp mounting her
from behind and riding her pussy. The anger vanished in
a flash and was replaced with the thrill of fear and
sexual excitement. Heat filled her pussy and her
nipples hardened painfully under her vest.
"Jesus! She thought, if I don’t do something soon he’s
gonna fuck me right in his car... ooohhh I hate him."
As she looked into the car in desperation her sight
fell onto a shiny object on the seat, a roach clip!
Missy looked over at the pimp and said, "Looks like the
party is over and you might not have a ride for me or
on me Mr. Nice Stick."
The pimp looked at the obviously horny officer and then
grunted in surprise again as she stuck her cuffs on the
hand he was using to hold her shoulder. Jo-Jo shoved
her against the car and grabbed her hot pussy with his
uncuffed hand.
"Right bitch that pussy is mine like the dollar in my
pocket," her bike shorts were no protection against his
surprisingly strong and distressingly long fingers. He
spread her nether lips and rubbed her hot little nub
right through her spandex bike shorts. "That hot little
camel toe of yours gonna get some good stretching right
now."
Missy grunted in surprise as the powerful hand massaged
her all to willing cunt. "Nasty bastard stop that...
Ooooohh, uuuuggghhh, ooh..." she moaned softly as her
pussy, squeezed and rubbed by the slender pimp spasmed
while sending a message to her body. "Time to Fuck."
Missy shocked at the pimp’s aggression had a flash of
rage. Her right hand held the cuff to his left wrist
while his right hand was molesting her. She then struck
the pimp across his throat with her nightstick, which
she had in her left hand. This combined with a well-
placed foot behind his right leg drove him to the
ground. The stunned Pimp lay on the ground for a
moment, one moment to long.
She quickly pounced on him and in a smooth motion
rolled him onto his belly and cuffed his hands. She lay
on top of him for a moment and then whispered in his
ear. "How do you like being the one who’s getting
fucked for once? You’re pretty easy you know."
She looked at him, then called for a radio car to haul
him off. During the wait for the radio car she sat on
his back, with his face on the concrete one leg to
either side. Jo-Jo used this opportunity to continue to
grab at her pussy seeking to humiliate and excite her,
in which he was quite successful. Anyone observing the
pretty officer would have been able to tell she was
deliberately leaving her pussy in range of Jo-Jo’s
cuffed hands and thrusting fingers.
Jo-Jo, partially enraged at this humiliation and partly
intrigued by the horny cop played it cool. He thought
to himself, "You wait bitch, you fucked with me and now
I am gonna fuck with you, but good! That pussy is
MINE!"
Missy watched them load Jo Jo into the radio car
smiling with a mixture of pride and lust. The bastard
even blew her a kiss as the radio car took him away.
She declined to share with the transporting officer or
her Sergeant that the pimp had been molesting her. She
booked him for drug paraphernalia. A couple of days in
jail should suit him just fine and then she had his
Caddy towed as well.
As her shift closed out she returned to the station,
still horny and angry with the pimps fondling of her.
The desk sergeant Jones, called out to her. Hey I got
some news on your buddy Jo Jo. Really she asked? Is he
enjoying his cell? Well... no not really we had to cut
him loose, it appears while you and he were rolling
around the roach clip disappeared. 'Shit!' She thought,
'I thought I could at least get him off the street
tonight.' She went to her locker, showered and headed
out of the station.
Missy was incredibly horny after her run in with Jo-Jo
and needed to calm down. As luck would have it she had
a date with that night with Miguel and was looking
forward to inflicting a little pain on him. Miguel met
her at an arrest scene. It was a stormy relationship in
which Miguel had at first accused her of racist
behavior when she arrested a couple of Mexicans on her
beat.
She had clashed with him at the site of the arrest and
again when she returned to pick up some evidence. He
cornered her and a stated that she only arrested the
Mexicans and not whites because she was a bigot. She
flatly denied the accusation and he asked if she had
ever dated a Mexican. She stated she had not and he as
much as dared her to be seen in public with him. She
took up the gauntlet and they went to dinner two nights
later.
She cock teased him mercilessly and left him blue
balled. He had called and asked her out again, she
thought he had learned his lesson but looked forward to
putting him in his place again. What she had not taken
into consideration was the impact Jo Jo had on her
frame of mind.
Early in the date frustration took over and she drank 3
long island iced teas. They hit her like a brick and in
her intoxicated state Miguel found her easier to get
along with. Missy was drunk enough to forget her
earlier plan to humiliate and use Miguel and even
consented to some light petting.
They were necking in the bar parking lot; she was
really enjoying his kissing style when he began to rub
her pussy through her panties. It felt really nice
after Jo-Jo’s rougher treatment. A flash through her
mind, "Jo-Jo, that bastard!" and the vision of his long
black fingers probing and grabbing. She gasped and her
pussy flared with heat and sweet juices.
Missy’s inattention and subsequent moan of pleasure led
Miguel to go for broke. He pushed aside her damp
panties and fingered her pussy, first gently rubbing
her clit and then more insistently thrusting two
fingers in and out of her cunt. He quickly found a
sweet spot on the inside wall of her now soaking wet
pussy. "Oh no" Missy thought. He’s fingering me in his
car right in the bar parking lot!
Missy knew she was in trouble, She was too drunk to
drive and had to allow him to driver her back home. But
instead of driving her to her apartment he took her to
his apartment. Once she arrived there she sobered up a
bit and tried to slow things down. Miguel continued to
kiss her, biting her lips while rubbing her nipples
through the sheer material of her dress. She felt so
hot and flashes of Jo-Jo’s lust filled eyes filled her
mind and added to her heat.
"What happened to my panties?" she asked him as he
spread her legs. Miguel laughed, "I think they're on
the floor of my car." Miguel began rubbing her pussy
again leaving her panting, weak and wet.
Between his kisses and insistent fingering Miguel
brought her off twice before insisting on a blow job.
She resisted half-heartedly and after just a few
moments she found herself kneeling before him while he
sat on the couch. She was gagging on his cock, a
thickly veined, 8 inch long tube that she found hard to
swallow.
Miguel was not a patient man and soon was soon grabbing
her hair and forcing his cock into her throat. As her
behavior became more and more subservient Miguel became
more aggressive. "Ha, the little bitch is going to put
out on the second date, what a slut!"
Missy felt the wetness in her pussy spiraling out of
control as Miguel fucked her mouth. She got hornier and
hornier even as she found herself struggling to breathe
around his swollen tool.
After about ten minutes of gagging and struggling for
breath Miguel established a rhythm, filling her throat
with meat, holding her nose into his pubic hairs for a
long moment and then pulling out of her throat slowly.
Missy’s pussy flared with passion at each thrust as she
swallowed his meat over and over again. "I can’t
believe how slutty I am tonight," she thought, "His
cock tastes incredible. I have to do something soon or
he’ll be fucking me silly."
Missies then began massaging his sack, hoping he would
cum and spare her the humiliation of giving up her
cunt. "He’s such an arrogant pig, he’d tell everyone in
the neighborhood. I could never live down being boned
by him."
Miguel then shifted his position, pulling the little
police officer onto the couch so she was squatting over
his face with her mouth still on his cock. This
position forced her to spread her legs. He then began
thrusting his fat fingers into her sopping wet pussy
over and over again.
"Guh... Guh... Oooh!" She tried to protest but the
throat fuck prevented anything but obedience.
Miguel then licked at her clit while searching again
for her hot spot with his fingers. Missy gave a soft
moan of desperation as his fat finger rubbed her G-
spot, tapping it as he sucked and licked her clit. She
felt her legs spreading wider and her hips thrusting
downwards to allow Miguel full access to her box.
She closed her eyes and was shocked to find herself
envisioning Jo-Jo’s long black fingers spearing her
cunt while his big lips massager her swollen clit. This
vision, in concert with Miguel’s cock thrusting into
her throat and his demanding fingers and tongue sent
her over the edge into an another orgasm.
"That’s it, my little Puta! Come with your Daddy’s cock
in your mouth!"
She yelped around the fat dick in her mouth as the
pleasure spread from her hot twat through her body,
leaving her nipples hard and tingling. She was lost in
a haze of lust and when he turned her over on the couch
and demanded that she spread her legs for him so he
could mount her she could not even resist. Moments
later his demanding mouth found her cock bruised lips
while her pussy enjoyed his fat Puerto Rican cock.
Miguel rammed himself into her, eliciting a short yelp
and a then a soft low moan. He filled her pussy up so
well she could hardly stand it. "You like my sausage
Missy?" Miguel asked as he pushed himself a little
deeper into her already stretched box. She groaned in
response as he began thrusting in and out of her.
He whispered in her ear as he fucked her. "Your such a
hot little slut Missy. You like my big cock? Are you my
slut?" Missy felt a rush of anger at him. Bastard! She
thought I’m not some whore, like those other tramps he
fucks.
He began sucking and biting her nipples; the pleasure
was so intense she closed her eyes, "big mistake" she
thought as Jo-Jo once again flashed before her eyes. A
vision of him mounting her pussy, thrusting into it
while he licked her nipples brought her right to the
edge of another orgasm. She thrust her hips up to meet
his cock as her pussy clamped down on Miguel’s
throbbing dick.
Miguel sensing he was going to push her over the edge
again stopped. He withdrew his cock to the head and
said, "I asked you a question. SLUT!" then he thrust
his fat stalk into her quivering pussy as if to
punctuate his statement.
Missy gave a scream of pleasure and began to buck her
hips against his dick trying to attain her climax.
Miguel grabbed her by the hair and roughly pulled her
lips to his while pulling his cock out again. "Kiss me
slut, kiss your fuck daddy."
She looked into his eyes, eyes filled with lust and
distain. "Nnnuhh, nunnuh... nooo..." she moaned. "Don’t
make me... Don’t keep taking it out like that. I’m so
close."
Miguel sank his cockhead back into the mouth of her
pussy. "Then kiss me and tell me whose slut you are."
She felt his fat cock head in her and tried to buck her
pussy upwards on to the hot meat. In desperation she
kissed him deeply hoping he would be satisfied with her
need for him. Anger flashed in his eyes at her
defiance.
"Ok slut we do it my favorite way!" He thrust his meat
into her cunt, she moaned gratefully, and then he
stopped. "You need to know whose boss here and Miguel
will show you." With that he began a slow rocking
motion punctuating each downward movement with a hard
slap on her tit.
She gave a short scream, first of pleasure then pain.
Missy cried out.
"Slap!"
"Fucking Bastard! Oh shit! Ouch!"
Then thrust.
"Oh yeah."
"Slap!"
"Owwwha..."
Then thrust.
"Oh yes so good."
"Slap!"
"Ouch! Stop it!" She covered her breast protectively
unable to stop Miguel’s torture of her without giving
up the pleasure of his cock.
"Whose slut are you bitch? Do you love the cock?" He
pulled her left hand away from her tit, she covered it
with her right and gave her a resounding smack on the
uncovered right breast while thrusting as hard as he
could.
"OH FUUUCK IT!" Missy screamed dazed with the fire in
her titty and the heat in her pussy. She covered both
breasts, resisting his attempt to punish her.
A sharp slap across the face accompanied the next deep
fuck thrust. The sharp blow, more humiliating than
painful, stunned Missy as did the huge orgasm she felt
coming from her sopping wet cunt. She could feel her
will slipping away with each punishing slap and thrust.
Another thrust and another slap brought her first ever
encounter with Jo-Jo back into her mind. It was so
vivid she gasped, Jo-Jo was slapping one of his whores
in an alley, holding her cum covered panties in one
hand and making her admit she was his bitch.
Now Miguel was doing the same to her! Another thrust
and she felt the sharp slap followed by a voice she did
not recognize. It was high pitched, whining and
pleading, "Oh fuck it’s so good! I’m your slut! I’M
YOUR SLUT!! Please fuck my pussy! I love it!
PLEEEEZE!!"
Miguel began banging at her cunt driving her orgasm
higher and higher. Missy’s pleasure mixed with shame
she realized she was begging the Puerto Rican for his
dick while announcing she was his slut.
"That’s it bitch, you’re my slut now!" Miguel then
turned her over and fucked her pussy from behind. He
grabbed an pinched her nipples while reaming her cunt
like a dog. She felt humiliated and horny; his cock was
so good! She came again and again answering his
demands.
"You my ho?"
"Oh yes, YES! I am your whore! Fuck your whore!"
Then he said, "I’m ready bitch, time for your dessert."
He spun her limp form around and thrust his wet
slippery tool back into her mouth. She sucked and
licked it knowing he would come soon and end her
humiliation.
She wasn’t shocked when he held her head forcing her to
take his load in her mouth. "Swallow your daddy’s load
bitch, drink it down." A quick slap at her titty
combined with a well-timed thrust insured that she took
the cum in her mouth and throat.
Salty and thick she found that the taste was not
unpleasant. Another flash of Jo-Jo’s leering gaze and
she wonder what his come tasted like. This thought
revolting though it was gave her another sharp climax
leaving her to weak to move. She swallowed weakly,
licking the cock in her mouth clean.
"Finally she thought, "It’s over... I just never have
to see him again. I can’t believe I gave this pig my
pussy."
But Miguel had other ideas. He pushed her onto her back
and grabbed her ankles. "Oh my God it’s still hard!" He
pushed his slick cock back into her welcoming cunt. "I
can’t believe it’s still wet, I am such a slut" A few
stroke later he placed her legs behind her head and
pushed the fat cock-head up against her tight pink
anus.
"No way! That’s disgusting. Stop it!" she yelled. Missy
saw stars for a moment from the slap to her cheek and
then gave a shrill scream, "It’s to big!! Ooh stop! It
hurts! Stop it, OOOOOHHHHFFFFF!"
Missy felt his cock head pressing against her tight
inner ring while his fingers pinched her clit. She
could not stop her hips from bucking upwards with each
pinch. Suddenly her anus surrendered to the fat organ,
she felt him slide deep into her ass. The sense of pain
changed slowly over then next few minutes to one of
incredible fullness.
While Miguel waited for her tightly stretched ass to
adjust to his member he ruthlessly fingered her excited
twat, rubbing urgently at her swollen clitoris. Soon he
sensed she was ready to be ass fucked.
Over the next hour and a half the other apartment
dwellers were treated to the sounds of Missy
alternately screaming in pain or begging her fuck daddy
to, "Just leave it there! Oh my god, it’s in my ass!
Stop! PLEEEZE daddy, PLEEZE!!"
She completely lost control when he flipped her over on
to her hands and knees and mounted her ass from behind,
her anus was well stretched by this point and she spent
the next half hour screaming for him to fuck her harder
and eventually begging for his cum. He took her ass,
pussy and mouth throughout the next three hours and
sent her home at 4 am in cab.
When she arrived at her apartment building she
discovered she had no money, why take money when you’re
planning on cock teasing your date and having them foot
the bill? At 4 am the cabbie, who was no fool, refused
to let her run into her house to get her money. "Either
pay up or we call the cops whore."
"Whore?" she thought as a blaze of heat emanated from
her well-used pussy. She then realized in her sexy
outfit, at this time of night combined with her
reddened cheeks and bowlegged walk he thought she was a
whore returning from a trick. He cunt throbbed again at
this thought.
To avoid having a squad dispatched to her house and the
embarrassment of being caught looking so thoroughly
fucked she played along asking the cabbie what she
could do to avoid having the cops involved. He agreed
to a blow job for fare.
She undid his pants and pulled forth his bloated black
tool and was rewarded with another flash of Jo-Jo
smiling eyes. Her pussy was now fully wet. She sucked
the fat cabbies cock hard, playing with his balls and
was quickly rewarded with his load which to her
surprise she swallowed like a pro. "Damn ho your pretty
good, we might have to hook up again. You one of Jo-
Jo’s bitches?" the cabbie asked. "No fucking way" she
replied.. thinking to herself.. well not yet.
"Well I will remember the address in case I wanna throw
some business your way.
"Great! She thought, I just got a part time job as this
cabbies whore," her pussy throbbed again. "Uh... I
don’t do business out of the house. but I'll stay in
touch," she said thinking quickly.
"Ok baby, I am sure I will see you around."
Missy turned towards the car door to get out and the
cabbie spoke again, "You forgot something."
A flash of fear as Missy turned to him again and then
saw what he meant. His cock, still slimy from his sperm
and her saliva was resting on his pants. "Gotta finish
the job, clean me up and put me away."
She knew better than to ask if he had tissues and
suckled and licked his dick clean, distressed by both
the fact that it began to harden again and that her
pussy was now dripping wet. She began the struggle to
put the semi hard tube back in his pants when he spoke
again. "I got fifty right here baby, how’s about I ride
that cunt and get a little sample to talk about to the
boyz?"
She gasped as the thought of actually whoring for money
even more frightened of the idea of this cabbie finding
out who she really was.
"I’ve acted like a whore with Miguel, I might as well
finish it here" she thought. "Come on baby, I’ll even
tip you ten on the side that your pimp don’t have to
know nuthin bout," the cabbie said.
"Ok," she thought, at least I’m wet." As she faced the
back of the cab presenting her pussy to her latest
lover. The cab rocked for 30 minutes while the cabbie
worked through his second nut. Missy found herself
groaning an stifling moans and screams as the black
tool stretched and rubbed her sensitive cuntflesh.
She gave a small scream as the orgasms hit, one after
the other while the cabbie urged her on. "Damn slut!
You’re into it!"
Missy’s spasming cunt and her eagerness to fuck him
soon overcame the cabbies resistance and he pumped his
cum into her limp form. Missy, dripping with his sperm
exited the cab nearly in tears with her fifty dollars
in hand and her self-respect destroyed. She had cum for
him and didn’t even know his name.
Missy awoke a few hours later feeling slightly dizzy
and hung over. It was not until she got out of bed and
felt the lingering soreness in her pussy and the deep
ache in her anus that she felt a stab of dismay and
revulsion. She had acted like a complete whore with
Miguel! After a few seconds she remembered the cabbie
as well. "Oh My God! I blew him for a fare and sold him
my pussy! He knows where I live. He thinks I’m a whore.
Well as long as I don’t call for a cab I won’t see him
again."
As she climbed into the shower she remembered the taste
of his cock and how thick and salty the cum had been.
How nasty she thought. She soaped up trying to wash the
smell of Miguel off her body and as she did flashes of
his demanding lips and fingers ran through her mind.
She could she his veiny tool spreading her lips and
filling her mouth. She was startled to realize she was
rubbing her tender pussy and which was quite wet.
Meanwhile across town Tommy "Two Ton" Brown was having
an after shift beer at Ragtops and sharing his blowjob
and fuck story with a few associates. "That ho sucked
the color right off ma dick!" he chuckled, preparing to
describe the doggy-style boning he administered to the
tender little white whore.
A white ho working in the west side? Came a voice from
behind him. "Yeah that’s what I said" he replied
without turning around. "Her name was Daisy right?"
came the voice again. Annoyed at being interrupted
again he turned and began to speak "Who’s telling the
story nigga?" Then he saw who was asking, it was Jo-Jo,
the Boyz Pimp for the west side.
Jo Jo took his turf and his bitches seriously, serious
enough to stab a man for not respecting him. Tony
managed to stop at "Who’s" and thinking quickly he
finished "…gonna ask some horny honkey ho what her damn
name is? I just fucked her."
Jo Jo was already angry because he’d gotten frisked,
smacked and fucked around all afternoon at the local
station house because of that bitch cop. It cost him a
cool grand for the roach clip to disappear and he also
knew damn well that Daisy was in jail all night after
getting busted while fucking a john in the park.
"Stupid Bitch, screwing outdoors, shoulda found a
goddamn restroom," he thought.
Now Jo-Jo was royally pissed, someone was moving sluts
into his turf and there was gonna be a bill to be
settled right quick. He said to Tony, "Well now I know
you don’t ask for names dumbass!" Where was she
workin?"
Tony was only to happy to answer the questions and get
back to his beer. I picked her up on 120th, by those
new apartments, the Haciendas. She’d just pulled a
trick and was getting a ride.
"So she offered to blow you for a ride instead of
paying five bucks? What the fuck kinda whore is that?
Givin away product? No way!" Jo-Jo replied.
Tony raised his hand and said "Nah, you got it wrong,
she didn’t have any cash when she got back to her crib,
tried to play it off like she was gonna run up to her
apartment and get some. "Bullshit on that, I says and
told her I was gonna call the cops if she didn’t pay
up. She must hava warrant or priors or sumptin cause
she decided to settle up right then. I think her old
man musta took all her cash, she looked pretty fucked
over too!" Tony stopped to take a sip of his beer and
Jo-Jo asked "Whaddya mean.. fucked over?"
Tony closed his eyes for a moment, smiling while
recalling the red cheeks, tousled hair and the rumpled
dress on the cute little whore. "Ya know... walkin
funny... messed up hair and looking like she'd had
about a mile of cock in her." He went on. "I think she
came up short so he musta done a little work on her and
sent her ass out the door."
"You say her pimp is over at the Haciendas?" Jo-Jo
asked. "That’s where I picked her up." Tony replied.
"They keep records at the shop on who called. If it’s
worth your while you can find out who called by asking
them." Jo-Jo walked over to Tony, and leaned in close
to him. "It’s worth your while to find out who called
and let me know... by tonight." Jo-Jo then places a
something in Tony’s pocket. Tony stammered... well
uh... yeah... I’ll ask... Oh. Oh. Ok..."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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