Vice-Cop In The Big City

Maria Spacollini had been on the force for seven (7) years. Police academy had been a breeze for the petite dark haired beauty. The men didn't think such a little dish could make it through on her own but she did (with a little help).

Men seemed to take her with long stances as she was petite, delicate looking, with big bouncy breasts and a tight ass that caught the eye. At 29 years of age, she had been married for a several years, and was already working towards being a sergeant. She rose quick through the ranks being a woman, a minority, sexy, good looking and willing to take risky assignments.

That was the reason she was on vice. She had been promised a fast promotion. Everyone on the metro force knew that the women were getting all the promotions. A little thing calle "Affirmative Action" was definitely putting her on the fast track to success. She didn't care how she got it. It was pride for her!

Her marriage was the shits since work was always on her mind and he hated her working vice. Maria knew he was scared of the rough work and the chances she had to take when she "worked the street" for stings. Sure it was dangerous but it was a rush too. He was a plumber with old fashion Italian values.

There were only two regrets Maria had so far. The first was that she'd beaten a drug dealer for information a year ago when she had taken a fit after being punched in the face. The second was that an older cop had convinced her to split 50 grand they had caught a drug dealer with. The 25G had helped solve some of their monetary problems but still hadn't fixed things for her and her hubby.

Dressed in a pair of tight cut off jeans that exposed her rear end and a low cut white blouse that showed off her ample breasts, Maria walked down "hooker lane" tonight she was the decoy. The spiked high heels were a bitch to walk in, but having olive skin, brown eyes and dark black hair she easily blended in with the many minorities working the streets.....

Maria wore her long black hair in a free flowing style. The make-up was piled on, way too much for her own taste, but it served to draw attention to her. Her lips were a bright red "hot passion" color. She didn't like luring men in... but she would bust them... it was her job... her ticket to the fast track.

In this outfit she didn't have a hidden mic. There was simply no where to hide it and if the John saw it they might just go nuts on her. Instead, she had a signal system. She'd lit a cigarette to signal the cruiser to move in. If they only talked business in the motel room, then she turn the outside light on. It was all so simple.

She walked the street waiting for her first trick......

Double the posts, double the...

fun?

Frank McDonald was angry. Not only was his business totally destroyed a year ago, it was done illegally. Of course his business was illegal, he manufactured and delt cocaine, hash, PCP, meth, etc. But when the cop who busted him used illegal methods to learn of his practices, he just went berserk. Of course for his 'cooperation' he was hit for only a small year stint in the pen.

The pen had a weird effect on the man. Before he was a smaller guy, only thin because of the vast amounts of coke he did. Now he was ripped. Having a year in the pen with nothing to do but pump iron and protect his asshole from other inmates, he did just that. He was clean from the drugs, being forced into a rehab program, and for that, he was truly grateful. But he was going to get that cop back for what she did.

And this is why Frank was in his car, late at night, in a particularly unsavory neighbourhood. He had been coming her every night for the past month, watching her work as a decoy for all the stupid Johns on the streets. He watched her every movement, leaning her method of code to call in the re-enforcements. Then he scouted the area, and found where the backup would wait.

One car across the street in an alley, and another van farther down the street to throw the johns in so they didn't have to keep going back to the station. The van couldn't see where she worked at, only the car could.

Frank hopped out of his car, walking up beside the car that was watching her. He timed his movements with another man that started talking to her, drawing her attention away from the alley.

His fingers rapped on the window of the car, looking to the undercover cops inside. He motioned with his hand to roll the window down, pointing back to his car as if he needed assistance. Once the window was down he brought a gun up to the window, pressing it firmly against the head of the man in the drivers seat.

"Whoa boys...gotta get your whore over there. I owe her one."

Pop

Pop

God he loved silencers.

A couple seconds later, he was in his car, driving the long way around the block. He cleaned his hands and face of all the blood on him, even going so far as to change his clothes completely. He pulled up along next to her, looking nothing like the strung out drug dealer from over a year ago.

"Hey baby...whats goen on?" he asked with a slight grin.

Just Another Night... In Vice

Maria walked up and down the street. It was a dark street as half the lights had been broken or the bulbs were burnt out. There was garbage and cigarette butts that made the street seem dirty. The buildings were old and decrepit. A long time back this had been an immigrant area of working class men, women and their famlilies. But now, it was a slum, inhibited by street people, hoods, drug dealers, hookers and other low life. It was a rough end of town where you could end up dead just by walking on the wrong side of the street or saying "hi" to the wrong person.

There were other hookers working some of the sidestreets but this stretch Maria was working alone. A car pulled up and she could feel a pair of eyes following her.

A John..... okay... Just take it slow... Play it out Maria told herself. She was thinking. There was danger and her police training was kicking in......

Maria heard the brakes coming on and then the familiar sound of a window rolling down. She turned to look and there was a man giving her the signal that he was looking for some "fun". He spoke in a smooth tone:

"Hey baby...whats goen on?"

"I just want to party... You got the cash to party with me? Why type of party would you like to do with me?" Maria grinned at him with her beautiful face and her perfecteyly white gleamed as she rubbed her hands across her body to display herself and her charms.

Drug dealer comes a callen

He sat in his car, a simple white t-shirt over his broad chest, and a pair of black jeans. He ran a hand through his black hair, pushing it out of his eyes. With a grin of pearly white, albeit slightly crooked teeth; that somehow made his five o'clock shadow look better, as it contrasted with his white skin. His eyes were hazel as they focused themselves on her face, not drifting down to her body once. He motioned for her to get closer to the car as she spoke.

"I just want to party... You got the cash to party with me? Why type of party would you like to do with me?"

"That is dangerous talk on the side of the street...how about we get drinks to talk business? There is a nice little bar right there," he pointed across the street, at a bar very close to where her partners cruiser lay.

He reached across and unlocked the door for her to get in, his smile disarming, his pants entirely to tight to conceal anything, and his shirt was decently tight too. To show off his muscles. The car looked empty, well, the trunk was probably full, but the front and back seats were empty.

Setting Up The Sting

Maria watched him as she moved towards the window of the car. She liked to lean in and check things out. It was a normal hooker move to make sure the man was alone and the trick looked safe. Normally, the Johns were not from around here and they'd be driving family vans with baby seats. But this car sure didn't match that profile.

She eyed the man, assessing him, and trying to lock his face in her memory in case she had to testify against him. Most of the first time Johns went to John School and she didn't need to go to court.

Maria noticed his black hair and tried to guess his nationality. When she spoke she always used a little Italian accent to made her cover more believable. It was a real accent but she had learned to turn it on and off at will.

She listened as he spoke:

"That is dangerous talk on the side of the street...how about we get drinks to talk business? There is a nice little bar right there."

Can't do the bar... If it goes crazy ... too mant bystanders

"We can have a drink in my room.... and talk business" Maria replied with a confident look.

"You just park in the alley there... and walk me up. The elevator is broken... but it's only two flights and I'm worth it and the price" Maria explained deliberately leadng him on.

The mark moves in

"We can have a drink in my room.... and talk business. You just park in the alley there... and walk me up. The elevator is broken... but it's only two flights and I'm worth it and the price."

"Sounds good to me," he said as he waited for her to back up from the car, then drove into the alley. He hopped out of the car, opened the trunk and retrieved a pair of cuffs from it. He slipped them into the back waist band of his jeans as he came around the corner to where she was.

"Which place is yours? And do you have anything to drink up there? I'm dying of thirst." he said as he took up a place beside her, between her and the road, as a gentleman would.

OOC interjection:

Compliments *GBS* good story line. Keep it going you two.

Setting Up The Sting....

Maria listened as the man answered her:

"Sounds good to me"

She watched nervously as he parked his car and grabbed something from the trunk. She assumed it was a jacket or valuables that he was probably locking up. It was a rough neighborhood and he'd be foolish not to take care.

Maria walked towards the parked car. She used a certain hooker walk where she took small paces and made a real show of it. Men could stare at her, as the walk gave her the chance to show attitude as she wiggled her ass and jiggled her breasts.

Maria checked him out. He was a big man that seemed to exude confidence and experience. He seemed to know what he was doing and she sensed he had a certain to street sense about him.

He spoke nonchalantly:

"Which place is yours? And do you have anything to drink up there? I'm dying of thirst."

Most men would be holding their cock trying to avoid a premature ejaculation, yet, this guy, was calm and cool.

He probably uses whores all the time.... Less hassle than a full-time wife.... and always willing she told herself.

Even her husband seemed to want a woman that was always willing. That had put a big strain in their relationship a number of times. So had her mother-in-law with the nagging about having "babinoes".

Maria pushed her real life from her mind. She need to seal the deal and then get in the backup to make the bust. The night was early and they'd probably bust another half dozen men tonight in this sting.

"Up here..... We are going to party!" Maria screamed out. She was playing up her role.

"Now how much cash you got? And how long does my dear John want to party and play. You pay as you go...." Maria explained anxious to loop him into the solicitation.

"You know these are 100% real Italian boobs" Maria teased him as she touched her own breasts as if they were ripe peaches.

"I bet you're a big boy... Can you handle a hot Italia woman?" she teased him as they gingerly walked up the flights of stairs.

Pausing before door #6, Maria unlocked it and proceeded inside first. The room was dark except for a bathroom light. There was a big bed with some old thin white sheets and an ugly pink and white cover. The pillows were big and feathery, and their covers were pink with white lace. The bed itself was a double feather bed in an old two poster brass bedframe.

There was a small table and chair in one corner. The table had on it several bottles of lotion, vaseline and a variety of condoms. They were the perfect hooker props.

"Now once we agree on the services and prices... You crawl into bed and I'll get you a nice cold beer" she told him.

She was setting him up......

Frank McDonald

"Up here..... We are going to party!" she screamed.

He stopped for a moment behind her, "You aren't high, are you?"

Once she had assured him that she wasn't he started to follow her again.

"Now how much cash you got? And how long does my dear John want to party and play. You pay as you go...."

"We are still on the street...ahh, what is your name again?"

"You know these are 100% real Italian boobs" She said while fondling herself. "Such a bad hooker act," he thought to himself. "Most hookers just want it over with...oh well, she'll learn." he thought as he followed her up the stairs.

"I bet you're a big boy... Can you handle a hot Italia woman?"

He ignored her attempts at getting him to talk before being safely in the room. No way was he getting picked up by a plant in the building.

She entered first, another mistake for a prostitute. She let her john behind her. He didn't do anything of course, all in due time. He looked about the sparse apartment, at the lubs (frivolous expense) and the condoms(she's 1 for 4!). He moved to find a light to turn on.

"Any lights in here? I can't see a damn thing." he sounded amused, knowing that she was either trying to keep him off balance or thought that hookers worked this way.

"Now once we agree on the services and prices... You crawl into bed and I'll get you a nice cold beer"

"Well, if we are going to discuss business. I need you to tell me what you will do, and for how much. I also need to know what you wont do. And the general hourly rate. Don't skip anything, I'm thinking of spending big, but ya never know."

He sat on the edge of the bed, and winked at her, as he watched her try to act like a hooker, but over shooting the mark just a tiny bit. Of course, it also helped that he knew she was a cop.

Deal Making

Maria sensed he knew a lot about working girls and was playing real coy and safe with her.

Maybe he's done some time she thought to herself. But it wasn't a face she could recognize. All these Johns looked the same after a while.

He spoke evasively:

"We are still on the street...ahh, what is your name again?"

"You just call me anything you like" Maria responded "as long as you say it nice"

The small room, was dark and she wasn't surprised about his nervousness. Some men always figured a couple of guys are hidden in the bathroom to mug them once they get lured somewhere.

He spoke and she detected an edge in his voice:

"Any lights in here? I can't see a damn thing."

"Sure honey.... If you wants the lights on I charge extra" Maria told him in her Italian laced English.

The John was getting eager for now he seemed interested in services and prices:

"Well, if we are going to discuss business. I need you to tell me what you will do, and for how much. I also need to know what you wont do. And the general hourly rate. Don't skip anything, I'm thinking of spending big, but ya never know."

"I do a lot. For BJ its $20, missionary fuck $50, doggie fuck $60 and $100 to fuck my ass" Maria blurted out without trying to blush.

"Are you in? Let me see the cash......" Maria pushed him. She wanted to close the deal then turn on the outer lights for her backup and wrap up this sting.....

"You and me, we'll have lots of fun..."

Frank McDonald

"You just call me anything you like" Maria responded "as long as you say it nice"

He shook his head at that, "No...what is your name? I ain't never fucked a woman without a name, and I certainly don't plan on doing it now. Hell, I'll add a five spot for just your name. See, easy money."

"Sure honey.... If you wants the lights on I charge extra"

"Ain't that how it always is? How much is it extra for lights? And turn em on, I dislike the dark."

He looked about, trying to figure out where she kept her gun and cuffs. Hoping she didn't carry any to make it look that much more real -- the backup would have all of these things.

"I do a lot. For BJ its $20, missionary fuck $50, doggie fuck $60 and $100 to fuck my ass"

"$230 for everything? And the hourly charge? And what about the kinky side? What if I wanted you to bring in another hooker?"

"Are you in? Let me see the cash......"

"Not yet," he said as she pushed him. He acted coy and playful towards her, shrugging the push off.

"You and me, we'll have lots of fun..."

"You are in a rush? What are you so excited about? You don't hurry through sex too, do ya?"

Maria touched her breasts nervously.

Get him to talk price..... Go to the window...Turn on the light...Make the bust...Easy as 1-2-3 Maria told herself. But she felt a nervous sensation in the pit of her stomache.

The John spoke:

"No...what is your name? I ain't never fucked a woman without a name, and I certainly don't plan on doing it now. Hell, I'll add a five spot for just your name. See, easy money."

Maria was caught off guard.

I'll bullshit him

"You just call me Tina......" Maria told him. "Let's get down to business. It's still early and I got lots of work to do tonight".

The John seemed willing to pay extra as he spoke:

"Ain't that how it always is? How much is it extra for lights? And turn em on, I dislike the dark."

"Twenty bucks extra for the nights. ... You understand no kissing on my lips... and no rough stuff... My ole man is out there and if he hears me screaming...well he might get rough" Maria told the John.

The old pimp story was always a help in cooling some of the Johns down.... Maria thought to herself.

At last we're talking price. Now I can bust this low life

He spoke:

"$230 for everything? And the hourly charge? And what about the kinky side? What if I wanted you to bring in another hooker?"

"Look mister.... All the fuck you want for $350 an hour... I don't do other working girls.... If you become a steady maybe we can do a threesome some time.... " Maria replied.

Maria figured she had enough on him already. She started to move towards the door backwards as she continued talking to him.

The John didn't seem to like her pushing him as he told her:

"You are in a rush? What are you so excited about? You don't hurry through sex too, do ya?"

"It's early in the night honey....My old man expects a lot you know.... Let's get started.... I'll just lock the door so we don't get interrupted.

Maria sauntered across to the door wiggling her ass and teasing the John. At the door, she kept her back to the John while she made sure the door was unlocked. Then she flipped on the outside lights to signal the back up.

We got you now asshole she thought......

Frank McDonald does not take no for an answer...

"You just call me Tina......Let's get down to business. It's still early and I got lots of work to do tonight".

He raised an eyebrow at her, surprised that she would lie about her first name. Other than the raised eyebrow, he let nothing slip.

"Twenty bucks extra for the lights. ... You understand no kissing on my lips... and no rough stuff... My ole man is out there and if he hears me screaming...well he might get rough"

"No rough stuff...alright. And I wouldn't kiss you on the lips, what, you think I care about you?"

He resisted the urge to flex his new found strength, he knew even if there was a pimp outside, he could probably work him over. And it didn't matter what she said, he planned on using her even if she didn't want to be used.

"Look mister.... All the fuck you want for $350 an hour... I don't do other working girls.... If you become a steady maybe we can do a threesome some time...."

He barked a laugh at that, "First time I ever seen a hooker turn down money. Whatever," he said while he looked over at the bottles of lubricant.

"She's keeping her face to me...she certainly doesn't make for a good hooker...well, she will eventually, " he thought to himself.

"It's early in the night honey....My old man expects a lot you know.... Let's get started.... I'll just lock the door so we don't get interrupted."

As she turned to face the door, he watched her. She only flipped on the outside light, and he knew she had signaled for backup. He was off the bed in an instant, three steps and he slammed into her. His chest hit her back, driving her into the light switch, his hand grabbed her right arm and taking a half step back to allow for room, he twisted it up between her shoulders, then stepped back forward so that she couldn't do much more than squirm between him and the wall, pressed against the light switch.

"What do you think your doing whore? I know what your up to!" he hissed in her ear.

"Your going to get me naked and have your pimp come in and rob me...stupid whore. I'm gona get what I want from you!"

He reached over and locked the door before pulling her away from the wall by her arm. Then he flipped the light to the 'off' position. "There...now he wont see your signal." he went to turn, attempting to take her to the bed.

Things Gone Astray

Maria could only smile nervously as the John answered her with an acid tongue:

"No rough stuff...alright. And I wouldn't kiss you on the lips, what, you think I care about you?"

Maria sensed this John was a weird one. She was glad she wasn't a real hooker.

This must be one of those fucks that scare the hell out of hookers! Maria thought to herself.

She ignored his comment of:
"First time I ever seen a hooker turn down money. Whatever,

Maria was stunned as the John hammered her into the door. Her head hit so hard she saw little stars. As the stars where clearing in her head the man had cruelly twisted her arms behind her head.

The John seemed to be going crazy as he shouted at her:

"What do you think your doing whore? I know what your up to!
Your going to get me naked and have your pimp come in and rob me...stupid whore. I'm gona get what I want from you!"

"Oh no... not me... I'd never do that..." Maria started to explain. The lie that she was up to something couldn't be hidden from the John.

They'll come.. my backup will come... I got the light on....


Maria almost groaned as he locked the door. It would take the backup and extra minute knock it down.

At least he's not armed.... I don't have a gun, badge or wire... I'll just play along.... They'll come... They should be here in seconds Maria calmed herself.

Maria calmed herself further as the John turned off the switch and told her:

"There...now he wont see your signal."

"Your mistaken honey" Maria explained. "I just want to please you"

Maria was roughly cajoled towards the bed.

"Look I want to strip down... You give me the cash for the services you want and we start our party honey" Maria told him.

"You didn't tell me what you want me to call you honey" Maria spoke soothingly trying to call down the John.

In the back of her mind, Maria knew something was wrong... The backup should have bursted through the door already!

The John takes what he wants...

"Oh no... not me... I'd never do that..."

"Shut up Trina...or Tina or whoever the fuck you are! I watched you try to set me up! I'll do what I want, and you'll consider yourself lucky if you get paid at the end!"

"Your mistaken honey. I just want to please you"

He shoved her to the edge of the bed, so that her knees hit it. He reached to his back waist band, getting ahold of his cuffs.

"Look I want to strip down... You give me the cash for the services you want and we start our party honey. You didn't tell me what you want me to call you honey"

He smacked the cuff against her wrist that was behind her back, feeling it snap into place. Then he clamped it down painfully tight on her wrist. Then he shoved forward, so that they both ended up on the bed, but with him on top of her. His right hand was holding the still open cuff and keeping her arm up high behind her back, so he pressed his right elbow into the back of her head, so that her face was muffled in the sheets, pillows and mattress. Then his left hand went to her left shoulder, following it to her wrist, which her grabbed roughly and started to bring up behind her back, slowly but surely.

"Your pimp can't save you now whore..." His knees were on either side of her thighs, his body leaning down hard on hers, his elbow tight against her head.

"Gona act all uppity like you don't want my money...of course you do slut, you get paid for sex! Some things you gotta learn out here on the streets..."

Panic

Maria got really scared as the John seemed to be freaking out as he shouted at her:

"Shut up Trina...or Tina or whoever the fuck you are! I watched you try to set me up! I'll do what I want, and you'll consider yourself lucky if you get paid at the end!"

She had pleaded that it wasn't true but he had roughly thrown her to the band as he manhandled her. Her legs banged against the bedframe and she knew this was a strong rough man.

At least he doesn't know I'm a cop. He'd probably kill me..... The guys must have got an emergency... maybe a copy down... I'll just have to play along... Buy time... Pretend I'm a whore...It's all acting... Do what I have to... to survive... If I get a chance...I'll bust him solo.... raced through Maria's mind.

Maria cringed as she felt the snap of the cuffs on her wrists. The cuff were big and knew they were cuffs designed for men rather than women.

I'm petite enough... maybe... if my wrists get wet or slippery... I can slip them off. I just got to keep him from killing me... then from hurting me... buy time... go along.... imagine he's my husband and it's a game... yes...sure... I can do that....

Her hands were now cuffed over her head, he had forced her face into the pillow and she thought he was going to suffocate her.

I'm too young to die... I have a husband and two young kids.... They need me... I should been a computer programmer were thoughts racing through Maria's head in panic.

She rolled her face from the pillow as her second hand was cuffed. Maria knew her hands were cuffed with the chain between the handcuffs resting on a brass bar.

Shit! shit! I can't run out! I got to reason with him... Convince him I'm just a cheap whore...play along...I can do it Maria told herself.

The crazy John went on:

"Your pimp can't save you now whore..."

Maria felt his elbow against her head... He was rough.


"You're hurting me...please.... I just want to fuck you... get my cash and go on to my next trick.... My pimp won't interfere... I just gotta meet my quota or he'll kill me" Maria pleaded with him as she fought back tears.

The crazy John went on:

"Gona act all uppity like you don't want my money...of course you do slut, you get paid for sex! Some things you gotta learn out here on the streets..."

"I want your money honey... I ain't so uppity mister... I'm street a street ho... We'll fuck... I'll make you real happy... I'll throw in a freebie too.... You just roll up my skirt and help me get my top off.... My tits are big and real.... I'm yours ... You just pay the bill.... Look let's start over... You and me... Let's party... There is whiskey on the table... Why don't you be a gent and give me a mouthful... Help us to relax....."

Cool, Calm, Calculated Hysteria

"You're hurting me...please.... I just want to fuck you... get my cash and go on to my next trick.... My pimp won't interfere... I just gotta meet my quota or he'll kill me"

He could tell she was about to cry, which made him happy since he hadn't had to rough her up to bad before she started to break. He really hated hurting women...sure he'd humilate one, and make her do things she wouldn't want to do, but he hated physical violence. The weird things prison will do to a man.

"Are you a brand new hooker? or are you just fucking insane? You don't want to fuck me! Your only doing it for cash! Fuck!"

He pressed her face back into the pillow for several long moments, then let her up again.

"I want your money honey... I ain't so uppity mister... I'm street a street ho... We'll fuck... I'll make you real happy... I'll throw in a freebie too.... You just roll up my skirt and help me get my top off.... My tits are big and real.... I'm yours ... You just pay the bill.... Look let's start over... You and me... Let's party... There is whiskey on the table... Why don't you be a gent and give me a mouthful... Help us to relax....."

"Bitch, I'm only gona grab that bottle of whiskey to stuff it up your ass!" His hand went to her top, grabbing it in the center of her back and tearing it from her body.

Now that he had her cuffed, he looked around the room from his vantage point of her ass. He had straddled her thighs right below her hips, and his groin pressed hard against her ass. Her hands were cuffed to the headboard and she was face down on the bed blathering on about fucking and being a whore. "Me lady doth protest to much," he thinks to himself as he looks about.

He presses her face back into the pillow to get her to shut up.

"Look hooker...shut the fuck up. I really don't want to kill you, and at this point, I'll still pay you the $350 bucks, but your gona need to learn that I don't give a fuck what you have got to say at this point. Don't shut up, cause I love to hear a woman tell me to stop and grunt in pleasure, but stop fucking telling me how much you want me! Christ! If you haddn't be recomended by my pals, I'd think your a cop! But I see your too fucken dim-witted to be a cop!..." he laughed in his head as he attacked her with his tongue.

His hands started to run up and down her thighs as he thrust his jean covered groin into her ass hard.

Bad To Worse

Maria was confused as the John asked her:

"Are you a brand new hooker? or are you just fucking insane? You don't want to fuck me! Your only doing it for cash! Fuck!"

Maria figured it was a rhetorical question and kept her mouth shut. But screamed slightly as he rammed her face back into the pillow.

"Please don't hurt me mister..." she begged.

He roughly replied to her:

"Bitch, I'm only gona grab that bottle of whiskey to stuff it up your ass!"

As she imagined the bottle and her ass, a ripping sound told her that the top had been torn apart. Her breasts were now hanging free and jiggling slightly.

"Ohhhhhh!" she whispered as her shoulders cringed noticeable.

A crazy John! These are the ones..... Shit! Tonight of all nights!

She could feel him pressing against her rear end.

He's going to doggie fuck me... Shit!


Maria was confused and looked it as he spoke:

"Me lady doth protest to much,"

Maria screams into the pillow as her face is rammed back into it.

She listends carefully as he threatens her:

"Look hooker...shut the fuck up. I really don't want to kill you, and at this point, I'll still pay you the $350 bucks, but your gona need to learn that I don't give a fuck what you have got to say at this point. Don't shut up, cause I love to hear a woman tell me to stop and grunt in pleasure, but stop fucking telling me how much you want me! Christ! If you haddn't be recomended by my pals, I'd think your a cop! But I see your too fucken dim-witted to be a cop!..."

Maria decided to shut up. She didn't understand how any friends could have recommended her. It didn't make sense to her.

Goosebumps spread across her arms and neck and she shuddered nervously. She could feel him exploring her body. A hot bulge was pressing against her. Soon he'd strip down and then she would be in big trouble.

I got to get him to wear a condom.... Every hooker would insist.... No telling where this pervert has been!

The start of the decent into hell...

"Please don't hurt me mister..."

"Don't worry, at the very least I wont hurt you until after I fuck ya...so you got some time yet," he barked a laugh at what he said, never really intending on hurting her.

"Ohhhhhh!"

He could see her cringe down in fear as he tore the shirt from her body. He leaned to one side and could see her breasts pressed against the bed covers.

He presses his bulge harder against her ass, grinding his jean covered erection into her skirt covered ass. He could hear her scream as he forced her face into the pillow, "She really doesn't like that to happen," he thinks to himself.

He could feel the goosebumps form on her skin as he touched her, he wasn't sure if she was secretly turned on, or just disolving into abstract terror. He couldn't use the second one, because then if he pushed, she would break. If she was being turned on however, he could get her to eventually do things she wouldn't want to do. Of course that means he'd have to make sure she was turned on.

He leaned over her, laying on her back and looking at the hand cuffs. He snapped them tighter on her wrists and then got up off of her. He turned around and placing his hand on her ass, he follows it to her ankle and then with a little difficulty, removed her left boot, shaking it out to see if she had anything in it. Then her removed her right boot, so she was left only in a skirt and possibly panties, he wasn't sure yet.

Then he started to explore the room, looking under the bed, looking in the bathroom, looking in the drawers, etc. He made a very detailed search of the room, going through everything he could find to see if she had anything of interest in the room.

Spooked!

Maria calmed herself as her police training kicked in. The John seemed demented but strangely rational as he spoke with a mocking laughter:

"Don't worry, at the very least I wont hurt you until after I fuck ya...so you got some time yet," he barked a laugh at what he said, never really intending on hurting her.

To her surprise, Maria felt him pulling off her long boots. They revealed her beautiful smooth curvy legs. The boots slid off easily and as he shook them, it was obvious they were empty.

Maria knew he was either eager to strip her down or searching for something in a fit of paronoid delusion. Now she was glad she hadn't stuffed a badge or gun inside. The wire would have been worse had he found it. The men had always promised her that she didn't need any badge or gun, because they would be there before she could count to five after flashing the light.

Fuck... They must have got called off.... Will they be back? How long? Did they see me go in the room? I just got to humor him....

Maria shifted her weight slightly from side to side, her white lacy crotchless panties she wore as a reminded to "act sexy". Now this pig, this John was going to see them. They had been a gift from her husband, and he would have died if he'd known that she wore them when working stings.

Maria felt the bed rising and falling as the weight was lifted off her. She turned her head....

The John seemed in a panic as she open and closed drawers and seemed to be looking for something. Of course, the drawers were empty apart from a bible. The bathroom contained only a small bag of cosmetics that Maria kept there. In the room her possession were in open display. There were no traces whatsoever that she was anything other than a street whore.

Maria just watched in silence.

Is he looking for drugs?

The beginning of the beginning...

Content that her boots were empty, he stood them near the door, making sure that they wouldn't fold and ruin the matterial they were made of, he even zipped them back up again. He made sure to put everything back where he had found it in the room, silenty cursing to himself about not having gloves. "Suppose I'll just have to make sure she doesn't want to tell before I leave..." he thinks to himself as he smirks at the bible in the drawer. He even flicks it open thinking it could possibly be hollowed out with a gun inside. Nada.

His eyes kepts going back to her legs as he moved around, she really did have great legs. He paused before searching the bedroom and said to her, "Nice gams," as he nods to her legs, then he went into the bathroom.

He could hear her shifting on the poorly maintained bed, small angry squeaks from the springs. He half expected her to be trying to escape, but as he exited the bathroom, he found that wasn't true, looks like she was just trying to get a little more comfortable.

He dumped her cosmetics into the sink, searching them to make sure no weapons were hidden inside, then stuffed them back into the bag.

He came back into the room with her, leaning against the door frame to the bathroom. He looked at her, handcuffed to the headboard, laying face down with only a short skirt and possibly panties on. She did look good, well, better than good. She had the looks for being a hooker, but she took care of her self since she was a cop. He was surpised things had gone so well for the day so far, of course he knew things would go bad when she found out her cop partners had died. "Hopefully the cover up wont point the search at me....she is a good alibi," he thought as he grinned at her, a very preditory grin.

He walked towards her, his hands smoothing the shirt on his expansive chest, then reaching up to scratch at his stubble on his chin.

"Suppose we had better get down to business, huh?" His dragged a fingertip along her spine, from the top of her skirt to the base of her neck, up and down several slow times.

The John seemed pleased that he hadn't found anything. Maria felt a relief that he seemed less "spooked". He spoke in a more business like... money for sex... tone:


"Suppose we had better get down to business, huh?"

She felt him drag his fingertip along her spine, from the top of her skirt to the base of her neck, up and down several slow times...

"Sure thing honey... Will you uncuff me now... so we can do the nasty... Pick a condom and I'll get you ready and slip it on for you big fella...." Maria teased....

Laughter is the best medicine...

"Sure thing honey... Will you uncuff me now... so we can do the nasty... Pick a condom and I'll get you ready and slip it on for you big fella...."

He laughed. It started as a small little burst of laughter that quickly rose from a little chuckle to a deep belly guffaw. He throws his head back as the laughter bubbles over. He laughs for a good length of time before finally straightening himself out, wiping a couple tears from his eyes.

"Whew...that was pretty funny. Do the nasty," he laughs again, but coughs and straightens himself out.

"So where do you keep the condoms?" he doesn't move to unlock her, and he places his hand onto her back once again, rubbing along her muscles gently.

Waiting... Nervous... Waiting

Maria saw the John smiling and chuckling. He spoke in a laughing manner:

"Whew...that was pretty funny. Do the nasty. ... So where do you keep the condoms?"

Maria laughed nervously too. It was a bad habit she had. Nothing was funny, but since he was laughing she did too.

"There on the little table.... Lots of condoms...Pick something you like.... Some are colored, some are ribbed, a few are flavored too" explained Maria.

Maria worked to calm herself down.

Okay... I can make it through this... I just have to stay calm....I'll pretend... I'll think of it as for my job.... for my husband and kids and for my life.... I'll do it....

"Come on honey... I got other customers waiting....." Maria told him in a polite friendly voice.

"And.. I'll still hoping for that shot of whiskey before we begin...."

....
Meanwhile more than twenty minutes have gone by since the backup police officers reported in. A cruiser has been dispatched to intercept the non-responding car.....