The Dirty Red Series

by Vickie M. Stringer

  “I can make you happy,” Thomas murmured. “Just let me make you happy.”

  Red pulled off Thomas’s shirt and T-shirt, tossing them both to the floor. Thomas kicked off his shoes and Red unbuckled his trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor as well. She grabbed his enlarged manhood and slowly stroked him up and down. This is going to be a nice lay, she thought. The detective was packing a nice-size pistol in his underwear.

  Detective Thomas pulled down Red’s capris and pulled off her T-shirt. She tossed aside her bra, and stepped out of her panties as well. Detective Thomas lost his socks and underwear. Completely naked, the two of them locked into an entwining embrace that would make a pair of mating boa constrictors jealous.

  The detective fell back onto the couch and Red fell on top of him. Locking eyes with him, she straddled his body, took his penis in her hand and slid it into her.

  “Oh, shit!” Thomas cried out at the sensation of entering into Red’s tight pussy.

  It had been a while since Red had some dick so she was going to enjoy this. She slid up and down on Thomas’s thick, stiff shaft, rotating her hips and grinding against him like a professional whore.

  Thomas sucked in air, moaning, almost coming to tears at the feeling of Red’s tightness. She tightened her pussy each time she slid down on his tool, causing his toes to curl. He hadn’t felt pussy like that in all his years, and to top it off, Red was moaning and crying out like he was hurting her. Her sound alone made him want to cum.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” Red moaned with each of her strokes. “Oh, God! Oh!”

  Red ground, and rotated and slid up and down on Detective Thomas until he couldn’t control himself any longer.

  “Raven, for God’s sake, stop!”

  She worked her pussy harder.

  “I’m cumming!” he shouted.

  “Oh baby, me, too!”

  He gushed up inside of Red like an exploding volcano releasing hot, thick lava. His penis seemed to harden and expand even more while he released the pressure. Red’s own juices slid down his manhood as she came with him.

  Breathing heavily, a sweaty Red collapsed onto the spent detective.

  “Oh, my God, Raven,” Thomas said, gasping for air. “I’ve never cum like that before.”

  Red caressed the side of his face. “Damn, you were good.”

  “I can’t believe we just did that.”

  Red laughed. “I can. I’ve been wanting this for a while.”

  “You know this changes everything.” Thomas’s expression grew somber.

  “Like what?”

  “I can’t leave you here. I want you by my side. I can’t let another man have you. Leave this clown and move in with me.”

  Red shook her head and turned away. Gathering her composure, she turned back to him.

  “Give me time, Detective. I need to stand on my own so I can think about my life.”

  Feeling slightly dejected, Thomas nodded. “That’s fair enough, but I want you to know something. I have some serious feelings for you, Raven.”

  “I have feelings for you, too,” she lied, swallowing hard.

  “Will you at least do me a favor and leave him tonight?” Thomas asked.

  “He’s not coming back tonight.”

  “Why not? Where is he?”

  “He went to New York.”

  “New York? What’d he go to New York for?”

  Red turned and stared off into space. Her silence filled the room.

  “Raven,” Thomas said, touching her shoulder. “I can’t help you, unless you let me.”

  Red nodded. “He’s transporting a truck full of drugs. Him and his friend Blue, and two other guys.”

  “Are you serious?” Thomas asked.

  Red nodded and started crying. “They’re in a rented Mustang, following the dope in a Ryder truck. The dope is in the fake sidewalls of the truck.”

  “How in the hell did you get mixed up with this guy?” Thomas asked angrily. “Do you realize you could be named as an accessory in a conspiracy?”

  “He said that he would kill me if I ever told,” Red sobbed.

  Detective Thomas caressed her hair. “Don’t worry about that now.”

  “You don’t know Bacon, he’s dangerous.”

  “You don’t have anything to worry about now,” Thomas reassured her. “I’ll take care of everything.”

  Red hugged the detective, so he couldn’t see the smirk that crept across her face. She was counting on him taking care of Bacon. Fair exchange ain’t robbery.

  CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

  Driving Bacon’s Bentley, Red thought about what she was supposed to be doing. She had tied her hair up into a ponytail and now rode through the city with the top down, enjoying the breeze tussling with her hair. She planned to go to the mall, shop for a while and end her day with a relaxing spa treatment at one of the shops uptown, but she had one more stop to make.

  Red walked into the community hospital and looked around for the information desk. She hated hospitals. The smells of antiseptics, urine and hint of death lingered in the air. Red located the area she was looking for and headed toward it through automatic doors. She walked up to a desk where two women were chatting.

  “May I help you?” one of the ladies asked her.

  “Yes, I need to see a doctor.”

  “Is this an emergency, ma’am?”

  “Yes, you stupid bitch!” Red snapped. “Why else would I be here . . . to listen to the fucking hospital music?”

  The other woman who had been chatting with the clerk abruptly walked off. A chill ran down the spine of the woman Red snapped at. Looking at her closely, the woman spoke again. “I’m sorry, ma’am. What is your emergency?”

  “I’ve been raped.”

  The woman hightailed it into overdrive. She picked up the phone and spoke some type of medical lingo into it, then spoke to Red. “Come with me, please.” She escorted her into an examination room.

  A nurse came into the room and began questioning Red.

  “Are you bleeding? Are you in any pain?”

  Red stared at her as if she were retarded.

  “We’re here to help you. Please take this.” The nurse handed Red a thin paper gown. She tried to help Red get undressed but Red declined her help.

  “I can do it,” she barked.

  The nurse looked at Red. “I’m just trying to help.”

  “I don’t need your help.”

  This time the nurse glared at Red. “Get undressed completely, and a doctor will be with you immediately.” She left the room.

  Red did as she was instructed, slid into the paper gown and eased up on the examining table, awaiting the doctor.

  A young physician walked into the room accompanied by the nurse she kicked out.

  “Hi, my name is Dr. Blakely, how are you tonight?”

  “Not good,” Red mustered, quietly. “I’ve been—”

  “I know,” the doctor confirmed. “I’m so sorry to hear about your circumstances, but rest assured, I want you to know that we’re going to take really good care of you. Is there anyone you want us to call?”

  Red shook her head. “I don’t have anyone to call.”

  “Well, a counselor will be in here in a moment to speak to you. We have a police officer who is going to speak with you in a little while as well. Is that okay?”

  Red nodded. She used every bit of willpower that she could conjure up to keep from beaming. A police report was going to be perfect.

  “You mind if I take a look?” the doctor asked.

  “Sure, Doctor.”

  Dr. Blakely pulled on a pair of sterile surgical gloves and walked to the table.

  “Are you able to scoot down some?”

  “I . . . I need help.” Red looked at the nurse. She wanted to burst out in laughter because the nurse rolled her eyes at Red. The nurse helped Red move her bottom to the edge of the examination table in a rough manner and stood by the tray of sterile instruments so she could hand them to t
he physician.

  The doctor lifted up Red’s paper gown and began to examine her vaginal area.

  “Looks a little red.”

  The nurse knew the drill. She pulled on some surgical gloves, opened the rape kit and handed the doctor a long, thin cotton swab.

  Dr. Blakely took the swab, parted Red’s vagina and examined it. Her vaginal canal was red, indicating intercourse. He swabbed deep inside her, pulling out the cotton covered in semen. He handed it to the nurse, who handed him another cotton swab. Dr. Blakely repeated the procedure.

  The nurse placed the cotton swabs in separate plastic bags for the lab.

  “I’m going to flush you. It will feel like a douche except this is a little more powerful. This solution is antibacterial, and it is spermicidal. Are you on any type of birth control?”

  “Yes.” Red nodded. There was no way in hell she would have let Detective Thomas cum in her pussy if she weren’t on any birth control.

  The doctor inserted a tube into her vaginal canal and squeezed some solution into her, cleansing her insides. It felt cool and tingly. Almost erotic. Red lifted her head and back up off the table a bit as the cooling liquid gushed up inside her.

  Doctor Blakely examined Red once again. “You aren’t torn anywhere, and the abrasions that you sustained will go away in time. Are you in any pain?”

  “Just a little sore down there.”

  The doctor examined her arms and neck. “No bruises. Tell me if this hurts.” He pressed against her ribs, her back and her chest.

  “No, no pain,” Red told him.

  The doctor squeezed her thigh. “Any pain here?”

  Again Red shook her head.

  The doctor held up his hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

  “Two.”

  “Squeeze my fingers.”

  Red squeezed the doctor’s two fingers.

  “Good. Anything you need? Any pain?”

  “That stuff you took out of me? Was that semen?”

  The doctor nodded.

  “And the police will be able to use that as evidence?”

  “Yes. DNA is always the best evidence. You ready to talk to the officer?”

  “Yes, Doctor.”

  He helped Red sit up and gave her a blanket to cover up with while she spoke with the authorities.

  The nurse stepped out of the room and returned with two uniformed police officers and a plainclothes detective.

  “Hello, ma’am. I’m Detective Baldwin, this is Officer Johns, and this is Officer Sanford. Are you okay?”

  Red tensed up, and cowered in front of them.

  “Officer Johns is a forensic technician,” Detective Baldwin explained. “She is going to collect DNA evidence from your person. She is going to use a special tape, and place it on you and then pull it off. If the perp left any physical evidence, then we’ll pick it up on the tape. Any clothing fibers, skin follicles, hair follicles, sweat or other DNA evidence is going to help the investigation.”

  “I know who it is.”

  “Do you?” Detective Baldwin asked, raising his eyebrow.

  “Yes.” Red nodded.

  The detective pulled out his notepad. “You have a name?”

  Red looked around at each of them. “Yeah, he’s one of you.”

  “Excuse me?” Officer Johns asked.

  “The muthafucka was a cop,” Red said.

  A deafening silence crashed in the room as the officers contemplated the bomb that she had just dropped on them.

  CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

  Pass the muthafuckin’ blunt, nigga!” Bacon turned to Blue, taking his eyes off the road for a moment.

  He and Blue were in the Mustang following Blue’s homeboys Corey and Cavi, who were driving the truck.

  “Bump that new Eminem, nigga!” Blue said, turning up the volume on the stereo.

  “It’s a damn factory system, fool!” Bacon said, laughing. “It ain’t gon’ beat.”

  “Nigga, my dude in the studio said that 50 Cent is coming out with a new CD that goes hard,” Blue told him. “He said we ain’t gonna believe that shit.”

  “That nigga 50 always go hard.”

  Blue grabbed the blunt from Bacon and took a long pull. His lungs became so full of the marijuana smoke that he started coughing.

  “Damn, this some good shit!” Blue declared.

  “That’s that Peruvian shit right there,” Bacon told him.

  “Where you get that shit from?”

  “I got a weed connection out of this world!” Bacon bragged. “Nigga, you know my dope connection is strong. My weed connection put that other shit to shame!”

  Neither paid attention to the highway patrolman sitting on the side of the road as they broke into laughter. The patrolman pulled out and turned on his lights in an attempt to catch them.

  “Shit!” Bacon shouted as he looked into his rearview mirror.

  “What?”

  “Nigga, I got a one-time coming up on my tail.”

  “Damn!” Blue said, stomping the floor. “We got some blunts and some heat.”

  “Roll down the window so the smoke can get out,” Bacon told him.

  Blue rolled down the window. “Here that fool comes. Damn, we wasn’t speeding.”

  “Man, I don’t want to go to jail tonight. Especially for no weed and no burners!” Bacon declared.

  “If that fool starts tripping, I’ll eat these blunts,” Blue said, holding up four fat, rolled cigars.

  Bacon pulled the Mustang to the side of the road when the police officer got behind him. To his relief, the trooper swerved around him but his relief quickly disappeared when the trooper pulled up behind the van that was carrying his drugs.

  “No! No! No!” Bacon shouted, banging his fists on the steering wheel. “Pull me over instead!”

  “Goddamn!” Blue yelled.

  The trooper stayed behind the van, which slowly pulled over to the side of the road.

  “Them fools wasn’t speeding,” Blue declared. “They was going the same speed as us.”

  “Them niggas must of been doing something else,” Bacon told him. “You think them fools was drinking and he saw ’em?”

  Blue shrugged. “Man, them niggas know better. I hope they wasn’t.”

  Bacon decided to get back into traffic not to appear suspicious. They drove past the pulled-over truck.

  “We can just wait for them fools up here at the next rest stop,” Blue suggested.

  Traffic slowed ahead of them, and eventually it came to a crawl and then a stop.

  “At least this will give them fools a chance to catch up to us,” Bacon admitted.

  The rear door of the U-Haul just in front of Bacon and Blue slid open, and out poured several men with blue windbreakers with the letters FBI stenciled on them.

  “Freeze!” several of the agents shouted, pointing guns at the Mustang.

  “What the fuck?” Bacon shouted. He lifted his hands in the air.

  “Damn!” Blue shouted, also lifting his hands in the air.

  The agents surrounded the Mustang, and Blue and Bacon soon found themselves lying facedown on the highway being handcuffed.

  “This is bullshit!” Bacon shouted. “What the fuck is going on here?”

  “You don’t know?” One of the agents who’d cuffed them laughed.

  “Know what?” Bacon asked.

  “We taking you back to where your homies are.”

  “What homies?” Bacon asked. “I don’t know what you talking about.”

  “Man, why let them have all the fun?” the agent sad. “Let’s head back down to where the truck is, and we’ll all watch together as we pull down those fake sidewalls and see what’s there.”

  Bacon’s heart and spirits sank. He was busted. The feds knew exactly where the dope was, which told him that he had been set up. And if they knew that much, that meant they had a snitch, a statement, a witness, and now they would have the dope, too.

  “I knew that I should have killed th
at ho!” Blue shouted.

  “What are you talking about?” Bacon asked.

  “I’m talking about your bitch, nigga.”

  “Who, Red?”

  Blue huffed and shook his head. “That bitch is scandalous.”

  “How you figure Red had something to do with this?”

  “Man, open your damn eyes!” Blue shouted. “How many people knew we was going to New York tonight? Now, how many of them ain’t here?”

  The feds piled Bacon and Blue into the U-Haul and drove them back to where Corey and Cavi had been stopped. The agents pulled them out of the truck and stood them at the back of the U-haul so they could watch more agents disassemble the sidewalls of the carrier truck.

  The power screwdrivers made short work of the hidden panels, and the agents pulled the fake metal sidewalls out of the truck. Stacks and stacks of kilos of cocaine were now visible.

  “Whoa, it’s snowing!” the agent shouted.

  The agents broke into laughter, and began exchanging high fives. It was a great bust.

  “Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?” the agent asked Bacon.

  Bacon shook his head and looked off into the distance. He didn’t want to go to jail for a bullshit weed case tonight, but now it appeared that he was going to go to jail for much more. He had just beat one case; now he had an even bigger one. And they had him cold on this one. There would be no beating this case.

  “I’m going to have to thank my friend Detective Thomas of the Detroit Police Department for such a wonderful tip!” the agent declared.

  A tear started to form in the corner of Bacon’s eye. He was about to leave Red out on the streets alone once again. Would she stay faithful this time? Would the letters and visits come? He hoped in his heart that things were different this time, and that Red would really stay down for him. She had changed, and he had opened up his heart to her. He really loved her as wifey.

  Bacon felt a sadness so profound that it touched every corner of his soul. The tear that was welling in the corner of his eye rolled down his cheek. He knew that he was about to go away for a long long time.

  CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR