Horns honked, lights reflected off chrome and glass
as they passed. Far away a siren wailed, announcing to the world
that another accident had taken place, perhaps another life
ended. People walked the dirty streets kicking cans and bottle
out of their path. Paper blew into the gutters by a cool fall
breeze adding it's bulk to the trash already collected there.
The streets and sidewalks were filled with people
looking for a little action. In a mundane life where every day
was the same, any action was better than no action. The old
Centurion theater showed the latest in a three month old movie.
Blow was advertised in huge letters. Blow was another name for
cocaine, which was one of the few drugs which had no place here.
Cocaine was for the very rich. This was not a rich part of town
and hadn't been since the early 1920's. Prostitutes plied their
trade on the corners, or in front of the adult book stores. The
letters S - E - X, flashed on assorted signs for as far as the
eye could see.
Pimps strutted up and down the sidewalks, looking
for clients, or watching out for cops. There were few cops in
this area, and those who did show drove through quickly without
stopping. A cop would be crazy to be seen in that part of town.
A cop had a gun for protection. The citizens of this part of
town had many. No cop would be crazy enough to mix with the scum
of the Earth. No cop... except one. Sarah Jane Haines, a two
year veteran who specialized in prostitutes and prostitution, the
least favorite part of police work.
Sarah Jane herself would have made a fantastic
prostitute. She had the looks to match even this highest of high
paid call girls. The passing lights reflected off her creamy
complexion. Her blonde hair gleamed in the twilight. Her
beautiful face showed some concern at the moment. She licked her
dark red lips as she watched the object of her attention. A
cute, short-haired prostitute, something of an air-headed,
perhaps, but a strikingly beautiful brunette who now danced and
laughed across the street in a fake fur coat and fishnet
stockings. She hung out with her partner, a light complected
black girl with beads in her hair. Sarah Jane had kept these
subjects under surveillance for many hours. She was not there to
bust them, she wanted something else. But it must be at just the
right moment. Now was that moment.
"Dispatch, this is 12 Alpha 6, breaking off, actor
has identified this unit as UC," Sarah lied. She was breaking
off surveillance, but she had not been spotted by the prostitute.
She simply didn't want to be seen with the girl while on
duty.
"Roger, 12 Alpha 6. Go EOW."
"Affirmative, I will be EOW at my home 20," Sarah
lied again. She had no intention of going home. Sarah had a
small idiosyncracy. Some people might call it a character flaw
or perversion. Some may even call it sick. Whatever they call
it, it was as real to Sarah as compulsive anxiety disorder or
nymphomania. Sarah stepped out of her unmarked car, slid the
baton into the belt loop, and put on her blue hat. She stepped
out into the street so she could be seen by the prostitutes.
They grew alert, about to run, but Sarah stopped the brunette by
crooking her finger.
"What!" the girl yelled while still half way across
the street. She side-stepped a taxi and approached Sarah. A
black man in a real fur coat hurried across the road to intercept
them.
"Is that your pimp?" Sarah demanded.
"Yeah."
"Tell him to go away, or I will shoot him in the
knee caps.
"Go, Joey, it's all right," the girl said in her
nasal voice. "So what do you want, cop? You here to roust
me?"
"No, I'm here to hire you."
"Really? Is that uniform for real?"
"It's real, but I'm off duty."
"Oh. Ok," the girl said happily.
"Joey, I'll be ok," she screamed in annoyance at
the young man, still hovering on the sidewalk. "She's a
customer."
Joey looked skeptical, then dismissed them both
with a disgusted wave of his hands.
"Are you really a customer? I've never done a girl
before," she said with a smile.
"Any objections?"
"No, that's fine with me, as long as I get
paid."
"You will, but this is something special. It's not
quite what you think it is."
"Yeah. Well what?" she asked, suddenly
interested.
"It's hard to explain. The first part is just fuck
a guy, but not any guy, a clean guy, nice looking, no
tracks."
"Down here?"
"I know," Sarah smiled, "that's a tall order, but
I'm sure there is one such guy here somewhere."
"If he is, he's probably gay."
"Let's hope not. If it's impossible we can go
somewhere else."
"Hey, the IGA closes soon. It's full of delicious
young boys who will be going home to mommy."
"Perfect, absolutely perfect," Sarah gasped.
"When?"
"In 23 minutes," the girl looked at her watch.
"Hey, I've tried before and they won't spend a dollar on a whore.
Believe me, I really did try. I think their mommies count their
money when they get home."
"Did you try giving it away?"
"Hell no, Joey would kill me," she snorted.
"Well I'm buying. You fuck the first good looking
young man you see, and I'll pay for it."
"Yeah, I can do that," she said with more confidence.
"Should we move?"
"Yeah, there's an alley beside the store..."
Sarah stood at the back of the alley. The bulk of
a dumpster hid her from sight. It was dark in the alley, but it
was a blind alley with only one way in and out. Sarah wasn't
worried about an attack. She watched Julie plying her trade.
She really was very good at it, her body alone gained the
attention of every man who walked out of the store. It was only
a matter of time before she talked one young man into fucking
her.
"I'm Julie," her voice echoed down the dark alley
to Sarah. "Bradley", the young man said nervously. He looked
around the dark alley. For a moment he stared directly at Sarah,
but he couldn't see her. Still, it made her nervous. The car
door slammed and the car began to move back and forth, as they
disrobed and made themselves more comfortable. For a moment the
car steadied, then the familiar rhythmic squeak of the springs
let Sarah know that it was safe to approach the car. She snuck
forward one foot at a time, until she could see movement in the
front passenger seat. She moved slightly closer and found Julie
in the seat, naked with her feet up on the dash, while Bradley
pounded away at her pussy from where he knelt in front of her.
Julie seemed to be enjoying herself, but you never could tell
with a whore. They could be great actors, if they cared enough
to fake it.
Julie left her coat in the car. There were times
when looking like a whore was beneficial. Otherwise a man may be
afraid to ask if she was a whore or not. You couldn't sell much
pussy if you looked like a high school girl who would yell for
the police.
There were other times, like now, when looking like
a whore was bad. She wanted to attract one of the delicious
young men who wouldn't buy a whore if their life depended on it.
It was a macho thing. Some men when through life without ever
having fucked a whore, the pathetic bastards. They would rather
jack off instead of sinking their stiff manhood into the soft,
wet lips of a beautiful young woman's pussy. What was the matter
with those losers? You only live once, you want to grow old and
senile and remember all the good times when you spurted your cum
into a toilet? There was something wrong with that.
Julie suddenly spotted her man. An 18 year old
coming out of the store, with a jacket thrown over his left
shoulder. He really needed a good fuck, in Julie's opinion.
"Hey kid, you want a little action?" she asked with
a friendly smile.
"Fuck off," he said in disdain.
"I'll kick your fucking ass, you little weasel,"
she glared as he hurried away. Another young man pushed through
the glass doors. He was followed by a customer. Julie let him
pass without speaking. The customer, an old woman, was giving
her the eye as she pushed a cart of groceries to her car. Julie
could wait.
The third teen looked promising. He had blonde
hair, a perfect complexion, and the muscles of a football player.
He looked buff.
"Are you Tommy?" she asked, pretending to be
embarrassed.
"No. Can I help you?"
"I'm supposed to be Tommy's birthday present. I'm
all paid for, but I'm afraid I've come to the wrong store. I
hate to go home without fucking somebody.
The young man swallowed quickly. His eyes bulged
out as he looked her over from head to toe. She was beautiful,
of course. That's why Sarah had picked her.
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