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Authors name: Mr. D (asymtote@adelphia.net)
Story title : Corruption of an Officer

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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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