“Of course sir, I understand.” She got up to leave. “It’s my ass on the line out there after all.”
Wexler watched her ass on the way out the door. “Wow. You’re ass indeed” he thought to himself.
Chapter 6
Laura was dressed in a short skirt, high heels and a low cut top that showed off her big tits. She had her .38 in her purse and her shield – she carried little else other than an air of confidence.
She hit the sleazier side of the strip and started walking down the street in front of one of the seedier hourly rate motels. She realized right away that she was over dressed. Her clothes were fine but she looked too unblemished to blend in with the other girls. She probably needed to put enough make up on to make her look like more of a crack whore.
She did manage to get plenty of dirty looks from the other girls and talk to a handful of Johns that she turned away once she realized they were of little value to her. She was starting to wonder if she should go back to her house to redo the makeup thing when someone pushed her from behind. She turned around to see a large black man looking at her. She was about to tell him to go fuck himself when she saw the half sickle tattoo on his neck.
“Who you working for?” he said to her as his introduction.
“What business is it of yours?” she said to him.
He grabbed her by the upper arm and dragged her around to the side of the motel. He opened a door to one of the rooms and pushed her inside.
“I’m going to ask you again, who you working for?”
“I’m not working for anyone. Who are you working for?” she said.
She felt the open palm of his hand across her face and stumbled to one knee for a second. Her first impulse was to launch up into this guy’s nose with the driving force of her own palm but she realized that killing someone on her first day wouldn’t go over well and this dope probably knew things that could help her. She fought the urge as he grabbed her by the arm again.
“Me, I don’t work for anyone. You, you’re going to work for me” he said. He was sitting on the bed now and pulled her over his lap. She was dangling over his lap with her feet off the floor as he pinned her arms behind her back. He lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties down over her ass.
“Well well, lookie here” he started saying. “That’s a fine ass you got there. Between that ass and those big titties of yours, you could earn twice what I’m charging for the average bitch out there.”
She started to struggle but couldn’t get any leverage with her feet off the floor and her arms behind her back. She felt him spreading her ass cheeks apart and running his hand up and down her sex. She struggled more and felt the sting of his palm on her ass.
“Stop struggling bitch” he snapped. “You’re going to like this one way or another so you might as well save your energy.”
She continued to struggle as he ran his hand over her ass and started to play with her asshole. Then the rational side of her newly appointed detective brain took over. Struggling with this guy was like trying to swim in quick sand; she was just tiring herself out and would eventually drown. She took a deep breath at once and relaxed.
He felt her relax and he was starting to work a finger into her ass. “That’s it girl, you like this don’t you.”
The truth was she was starting to get moist, but that wasn’t what she was thinking about at the moment. She realized she could feel his erection underneath her.
“What don’t you take those pants off and I’ll show you what I like” she said.
“Damn!” he said to her. He released her and she fell to the floor. He immediately had his pants off and was sitting back on the bed. She stood in front of him and peeled off her clothes revealing her magnificent body. She put a high heel up on his shoulder and pushed him back onto the bed and climbed over top of him.
“Jesus Christ” he said as the power in the room was slowly shifting.
“Shhhh” she said as she positioned herself directly over his cock. This guy was big, she thought. She would have to take it easy and work this thing in, but as it turned out that would give her the time she needed for her interrogation. She started to lower herself slowly as her pussy opened up and started to swallow the head of his cock. He just laid there looking at it in hungry anticipation.
“That tattoo of yours” she was saying, “doesn’t that mean you’re working for Carlos Espinosa?”
His body was trembling as her pussy was slowly swallowing him inch by agonizing inch.
“Huh, what? Carlos Espinosa, I don’t work for no fucking Jackal. I work the sex side of the street girl, I don’t get involved in no fucking coke.”
She had worked her way down slowly and bottomed out on his cock. She was plenty wet now and sliding back up was easy but she still made it go painfully slow for him.
“I’m not stupid” she said. “You’re still working his city, you’re still working for the Jackal.”
He started to get pissed but she bobbed up and down quickly and she felt him tense which immediately wiped the anger away from his stupid criminal brain.
“I don’t work for no Jackal” he said again, as he was trying to move his hips in an effort to go faster in her. She raised herself up enough to deny him of that.
“I work with Freddie Moya. If he’s paying the Jackal than I don’t want to know about it, it’s none of my business.”
He gave up trying to move his hips and reached up to grab her huge swinging breasts. She gave him the required moan and he said “Yeah you like that baby.”
She started bobbing up and down on him again. “Is that the Freddie Moya on the east end?”
He had started to groan and got annoyed again. “What? Why the fuck are you so interested?”
She bobbed up and down faster and then reached under herself and gripped the base of his cock, momentarily keeping him from what seemed like an impending orgasm.
“The Freddie Moya from the east end?” she asked again.
He groaned needing relief. “Fuck. No, Freddie Moya from 34th street.”
She still had her right hand around the base of his cock when she brought out her left hand and punched him in the throat. His eyes opened up in shock but never saw her right forearm coming across the bridge of his nose knocking him out.
“Men” she thought to herself as she was getting dressed. It didn’t matter whether they wore a badge in a precinct or were pimping on the streets – they were the weaker sex. You just get them thinking about sex and all the blood leaves their brain. She looked at the big stupid unconscious asshole on the bed. “Maybe you’ll think twice before slapping the next strange female you asshole” she thought. “Hope you like waking up with that motel pen shoved up your ass.”
Freddie Moya from 34th street, she thought. Now that wasn’t so tough.
Cocked and Loaded 2
Sylvia Redmond
Introduction
Laura Mason loved her job.
She could have done anything she wanted to, or nothing at all. She was a brunette bombshell that could be walking runways in Milan or be featured on Swimsuit magazine covers, but that didn’t interest her. She was too smart to be anyone’s trophy princess, and she thought he should be doing more with her life.
She also happened to be a child of privilege, so it would have been equally easy for her to marry someone else in “that” social circle and live the rest of her life as pampered gentry. That’s certainly what her parents wanted for her, but that didn’t work for her either. She had seen enough of that crowd to know that she wanted more.
She took the noble route of law enforcement determined to make detective in 3 years and she did it. It wasn’t easy and she bended a few morality rules along the way. The way she figured it though, if she ended up doing the model or actress thing, she would likely need to screw someone to become successful. She likewise looked at life as a married elite as nothing more than giving yourself to some man in exchange for a life of comfort.
Fuck t
hat.
She had decided to live life on her own terms and had never been more liberated. So she screwed a couple of guys to get the detective shield – so what. They got their momentary thrill and she would now have the chance to prove she was nobody’s fool despite her phenomenal looks. She might never have to compromise herself again to achieve her goals.
But if she needed to she didn’t have a problem with that either.
Chapter 1
Freddie Moya.
That was the name she got from the pimp that she had sweated. When male cops say they sweated something out of a suspect it usually involves physical or mental abuse. There were entire classes at the police academy about the ‘good cop, bad cop’ approach to obtaining information from street scabs. The military was getting in trouble lately for using things like waterboarding to get intelligence information from terrorists.
Her style was different and vastly more effective she thought.
She had literally fucked the information out of the guy. Men were at their most vulnerable when they are close to orgasm, was she the only one who understood that? She could have water boarded that pimp all day long and not gotten anything from him. She fucked him for like 10 minutes and he gave up Freddie Moya.
Of course he didn’t know she was a badge – and she promptly knocked him out after getting Moya’s name.
She was sitting in front of a computer now looking at this Moya guy. He sounded like a typical mid-level scumbag. The entire force was in a knot going after Carlos Espinosa, who was bleeding the city of every last bit of its human decency. The Columbian Jackal was first and foremost a drug trafficker so the narcotics guys were in a constant twist over him. In truth his poisonous tentacles trickled down into everything illegal so she was sure this Moya guy had a bead on the Jackal and was likely kicking money up to him.
Based on what they had on file about Moya it sounded like he was more of a day to day street distribution guy. The pimp had told her he was on 34th street before she knocked him out. She didn’t know where on 34th street but, so it was time to do what detectives do. Or at least do what she does.
Chapter 2
Her first move was to check with the main detective in Narco who would know what was going on at 34th Street. She didn’t know anything about Detective Bob Bradley other than his name. He knew about her because everyone had known about her. Guys had talked about the cop with the killer body when she was walking a beat; now that she made dick word had absolutely gotten around. In fairness to law enforcement, she had the kind of body that would be talked about in any work or social atmosphere.
He was working at his desk when he felt a presence and looked up to see Laura Mason standing there. She cut an impressive figure and was probably the best looking thing he had ever seen in the precinct – ever. When he would think back about it later he would wonder how she just appeared in front of him like that.
“Hi Bob, I’m Detective Mason from Vice – I need to talk to you. Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”
Chapter 3
They had taken his Crown Vic out to grab coffee and were parked at the end of the Starbucks parking lot.
“I need to know the deal on Freddie Moya. His name came up in a Vice interrogation and I need to get some information on him – primarily what exactly he’s involved in, where he’s operating from, and what his connection is to Carlos Espinosa.”
“Yeah well, that’s a pretty tall order” Bradley said. “Come on Mason, you know the entire Narco division is working on the Jackal. You can’t start sniffing around Moya. You’ve a new detective in Vice for Christ’s sake. What makes you think you can start asking questions about the biggest case in Narcotics?”
The fact that the top three buttons on her shirt were unbuttoned was not lost on Bradley. It was warm out, he acknowledged that to himself. Although he was still wearing a tie – he was trying hard not to look at her bra which was clearly peeking out at him. She edged closer to him.
“I understand that this is sensitive information, but it’s extremely important that I find out what Moya is up to. He apparently has connections to a pimp that’s assaulting woman in our district, and we have reason to believe he’s involved.”
Her hand had fallen inadvertently on his thigh while she spoke. He was pretty sure her body was radiating heat because he was starting to sweat.
“I know you wouldn’t want to find out any more women got hurt because of this guy. I know you’re in Narcotics but you don’t want women getting beat up because of Moya do you?”
She had managed to move closer to him and when he looked down he could swear that her blouse was unbuttoned further this time. “How the fuck did she do that?” he wondered and then shook it off. But he was certain he could see a nipple now. He tried to look away, he did, but felt his cock starting to get hard nonetheless.
“Listen Bob” she was saying, “It’s not like I need a lot of information on the guy. I just need to know what he’s doing and where he’s operating from.”
Her hand was on his zipper before he had a chance to respond and the zipper was down by the time he realized what she was doing. When he opened his mouth in protest she clamped her mouth over his while fishing his cock out of his pants. She explored his mouth while dragging her fingernails up his cock bringing him to an instant erection. She stopped kissing him and talked softly to him while pumping his shaft.
“I know you don’t want him hurting any more girls. What is he up to? Is he heavy into prostitution?”
He was squirming under her hands. “No – he’s strictly a supplier, he feeds the local dealers. This pimp guy of yours probably moves product to, that’s what these guys do.”
“Yeah that made sense” she thought. She rubbed her fingers all around the glans of his penis which made him squirm and she could see a droplet of pre-come forming.
“So where’s he operate from them? Does he actually ever have contact with the Jackal?”
“Look Laura” Bradley said trying to reason. “It’s not really…”
She was pumping him with both hands now which caused him to stop and groan. She felt his body tighten and gripped the base of his cock hard, cutting off its circulation.
“Ugggg” he stuttered in sexual frustration.
“Where does he operate from?” she asked him again.
“He hangs out at a dive called Billies on 34th & Rochester” he said. “Not all the time but usually there at least one night on the weekend.”
She released her grip and went back to stroking him. She could feel the pressure building in his now free cock and felt it start to twitch. She went back to pumping it with both hands and it erupted all over him.
“Oh fuck” he groaned as he gushed his orgasm out all over himself.
She finished pumping him and he watched her wondering how the hell she did it without getting a single drop on herself – he was covered in it.
“Thanks Bob” she said. “I appreciate the info, you’re probably saving some girls you know.”
She turned to get out of the Crown Vic.
“Hey” he called after her. “That place is pretty rough – don’t do anything stupid that will get you killed.”
“Will do, thanks buddy” she said and he watched her ass as she walked from the car.
“What the fuck just happened” he was sitting there thinking to himself. “Did that really just happen?”
Chapter 4
Laura knew what Freddie Moya looked like from his record. She had done several drive bys of this Billie’s place and thought she had figured out a way to get in there without being obvious to any eyes that were watching from the street. The place was seedy but that was part of the business, she was going to dress appropriate for the clientele and enough to stand out to Mr. Moya.
She looked at the .38, the shield and the handcuffs she had in her purse. She had a bad feeling about going into this place. She had the badge and the gun with her when the pimp had worked her over and things may have worked out
worse if he found them. She opted to take the gun and the badge out. She knew that she wasn’t going to be making an arrest so nothing good could come from having that badge on her and if she didn’t have the badge the gun would make her look like just another criminal.
It was about 10:00pm on Saturday night when she went out to Billie’s. She wasn’t dressed much different than she was when she walked the streets a couple of weeks ago the night that she got Moya’s name. Part of her considered this her good luck outfit after all, and it fit in with the sleaze of the regular clientele.
She got through the doorway and needed to let her eyes adjust to the dark. While she stood there she felt nearly every set of male eyes in the place on her, and probably half of the females as well. She wore a tight black skirt and a low cut top which showed off her tits, along with a pair of high heels. Once her eyes adjusted she sashayed over to the bar.
She immediately had guys coming up to her offering to by her drinks. This was the kind of thing she was used to and had happening long before she was of legal drinking age in any bar on the planet. She politely declined every offer while trying to scope out her true prey. She had been in the place for probably 15 minutes and was getting ready to bag it when she finally picked him out.
Freddy Moya was seated at a table in the back with a woman and another man.
“Fuck” she thought. “I hadn’t even considered that he might come here with a girlfriend.”
She was staring at them trying to determine if Moya and the girl were together. It was a hard call to make, they were sitting semi close but weren’t touching each other. She wasn’t touching the other guy at the table either though. Shit, this was going to make things difficult.
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