Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-10 The Rookie and the Prostitute
PEACHES' APARTMENT
Jake Valentine looked out the cloudy window of Peaches shabby one room apartment and down onto the strip known as Synder's Drive. He hadn't realized that the 6 foot black female impersonator actually lived just above where she prostituted for a living. Peaches was asleep, in happy bliss after the wild sex she'd just had with officer Valentine just hours ago. But while Peaches was content with what transpired, Jake was confused more so than ever about his sexuality. The sex with Peaches was mind-blowing, does the fact that he fucked another guy make him gay? He wondered if an exception could be made for the fact that Peaches is so feminine, and even looks so girlish. Surely there is a precedent somewhere that excuses a healthy heterosexual (such as himself) hyped up on an illegal sex drug that has wild unabandon unprotected sex with a gay male prostitute.
While pondering that very idea, Jake noticed a police cruiser turn into Snyder's Drive. He instantly recognized it as belonging to his partner officer Bruce Gardner, More affectionately known on the streets as the Terminator. Jake watched intensely as the cruiser slowly glided down the street. Some of the prostitutes still working avoided any contact by disappearing into alleyways and door jams, but some like Peaches weren't so much afraid of the cops. For some of the male prostitutes, the police were their best allies.
Officer Gardner was a cop on a search. With a keen eye he viewed all the hookers walking the strip, looking for one in particular. He pulled his squad car up to one he knew well, and motioned her over to the door. Jake watched from the second floor window as the prostitute got in, and the car slowly drove out of sight.
"Where's Peaches? She working tonight?" asked Gardner, driving around the block.
"I ain't seen her, officer." said Mercedes, a short fair skinned puerto-rican whom fashioned herself after Jennifer Lopez. "Is there something maybe I can help you with?" she asked, looking boldly into the officer's lap.
"Yeah. You can start by telling me if you've heard anything about Tempest's men kidnapping a cop tonight." he asked, nonchalantly.
"No. I haven't heard anything." said Mercedes.
"Think, Chi-Chi...news like that wouldn't just disappear into thin air, someone would've said something to someone." insisted Gardner, pulling the car to a stop.
"No..." thought Mercedes, staring off into space. "...I haven't heard noone."
Gardner felt his pulse rise. Surely Tempest's boys had found Jake in the basement drug house by now, but there was not a single clue that indicated it. They wanted confirmation of some sort. A body would be nice.
He turned to Mercedes (whom had been unaware of his well laid plan to set up his partner) and grabbed her by the throat. Mercedes eyes bulged as Gardner's grip tightened to cut off her breathing. Her large flamboyant earrings dangled loosely around his knuckles.
"Don't lie to me..." he said with a particularly nasty sneer. "...I'll take you out to the docks and give you a worse beating then you ever could dream would come from your pimp!" he threatened. Mercedes believed him, pimps weren't the only danger to a hooker's health. She heard stories.
"I...I don't know nothin bout a kidnapping...!" strained Mercedes around Gardner's choking fingers. "...b...but I s...saw Peaches...take a naked white man into her apartment!"
"When?"
"A few hours ago!" Mercedes gasped for breath after Gardner finally released his grip. "I just figure he was some weird trick, but then they never came back out." she continued as she pulled out her compact to make sure her make-up was still in place, but her poor chicano neck looked like a ringed chicken.
"So their still in there?" asked Gardner.
"I guess." said Mercedes. "Peaches ain't worked in hours. Tempest'll be angry when he finds out she ain't made no money."
Thoughts flashed through Gardner's mind like an old picture projector. Why hadn't Tempest killed Jake? What kind of alliance do they have? Jake knew too much to be left alone, he'd have to call Whitmen. In the meantime, he gave Mercedes/Lopez a second look, then grabbed her by the back of her pony-tail and pressed her gorgeous face down into his crotch. Mercedes was no stranger to men's crotches. She unzipped the trousers of his uniform and heft out his enormous white erection.
Meanwhile...
Back in the apartment, Peaches is awakened out of her blissful sleep by the sound of someone rummaging through her closets. She sits up in bed to find officer Jake tossing her garments around like a tornado.
"uh...can I help you with something?" she asks.
"Whe...where's my clothes? Where's my uniform?" he asked, coming out of the closet holding two sequence dresses.
"I don't know. Not in there. You didn't have any clothes on when you got here?"
"I didn't have no clothes??" asked Jake, hysterically. "So what they do...drive me around naked?"
"Basically." said Peaches.
"This is crazy. I've got to get out of here!" he said, looking through Peaches' drawers. "Don't you have any MALE clothes?"
"Excuuuuuse me?" exaggerated Peaches, insulted. "Why would a WOMAN have male clothes laying around her apartment?"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE A MAN!" yelled Jake.
"You didn't think so an hour ago." said Peaches, rolling her eyes.
"I NEED something to wear, Peaches..." Jake said, sounding more calm as he approached her in bed.
"Why? Where you think you're going? Unless you forgot, you're still on the run from the cops and a prisoner of Tempest's."
Jake grabbed Peaches by her arm and pulled her over to the window.
"What? What? Stop manhandling me!" she complained, trying to twist out of his grasp.
"Would you shut up and LOOK?" he said, pointing down into the street.
Peaches mouth dropped open when she saw Gardner's police cruiser parked outside, and another cruiser pulling up.
"What'r they doing here?" she asked, nervously.
"Isn't it obvious? They found me!" answered Jake, pulling Peaches from the window. "Now we've got to get out of here, but I NEED something to wear!"
"O...O...Okay! I..I..I've got something..." stammered Peaches, rushing to the closet.
"Hurry up." warned Jake, keeping an eye on the street. He saw Gardner and Whitmen get out of their cruisers. Gardner had a hooker with him. He yanked on her arm a few times until she pointed up at the window Jake was peering out of. Jake jumped back to keep from being seen. "We've got to GO Peaches!" he yelled, turning around to find her holding a white jumpsuit up for him to wear.
"It's the best I can do!" she said.
Jake grabbed the jumpsuit and put it on while running back to the window. Peaches began dressing herself, she wore peach sun-dress with sandals, her chinese style wig, and was sitting down to apply make-up when Jake turned and asked...
"What the hell are you doing? We don't have time for this! There are men coming up here to see us with GUNS! We've got to move!"
He grabbed Peaches by the arm and yanked her from the chair. The hall led to other one room apartments that were mostly rented by the hookers and druggies for quick naps, hide-outs, "johns".
"Is there a back way out?" Jake asked, knowing they couldn't walk out the front door.
"This way!" said Peaches, leading Jake away from the stairwell. They ran around to the back of the building and down a second staircase leading into the basement.
"Where're you taking me?" asked Jake, following closely.
"This is our escape-route if ever there's a raid!" said Peaches, shoving debris aside to reveal a small wooden door leading to the alley.
Meanwhile Whitmen and Gardner were slowly working their way down to Peaches' door. Without knocking they kicked it in and began firing their weapons. "What the fuck..! I thought you said he was here!" yelled Whitmen.
"He was! He must've seen us coming." said Gardner, looking out the window to see his squad-car in the street below.
"Looks like they left in a hurry." said Whitmen, indicating the clothes all over the floor.
"Not before some bed-time romance though..." said Gardner, pointing at the ropes Peaches used to tie down officer Jake.
"Come one!" yelled Whitmen. "We've got to find that mother fucker!"
"How long could it take? We're looking for a wet behind the ears rookie cop, and a 6 foot transvestite."
Coming out of Peaches apartment, the officers saw one of the "johns" running off as he was pulling up his pants. Gardner walked passed the open room for just a second, and spotted something that made him do a double take. Laying back on an old dirty mattress was a black guy, obviously stoned on drugs. But what caught the officer's eye was the white teen boy between his legs, sucking down what looked to be 8 inches of thick nigger meat.
"Christopher...?" he called, standing in the doorway in disbelief as his son worked over the black's hung dong.
Christopher Gardner was in neither-land, high on Sextacy, he was willing and ready to suck any and every dick that came his way. He was in the mist of making this one spew it's rich load of white cream when his dad grabbed him by the arm and yanked him away.
"Nooo..." yelled Christopher, seeing the cock he labored over shoot it's juices into the air.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" yelled Gardner, trying to subdue the struggling teen. Christopher put up a good fight, trying to wrench himself free from his father's grasps.
"Yo, what the fuck's goin on?!" someone yelled, Gardner noticed a gang of three black thugs with guns racing down the hall.
"Stay back! This is none of your business!" warned Whitmen, pointing his revolver.
"You tryin to take one of OUR bitches! That makes it our business!" said the lead thug, gun pointed at the officers as well.
"I just want to take my son home..." said Gardner struggling to keep a hold of his son, but Christopher managed to wrench free. Bruce watched helplessly his son crawl back over to the sleeping black, where he began to lick up all the spilled cum before taking the soft seeping penis back into his mouth. A small tear appeared in the corner of his eye.
"Looks like sonny-boy don't wanna go home!" needled the thug. "If you wanna buy one of our hookers, you'd have to talk to Tempest about it!" he added, his words striking Gardner like a dagger in the gut.
"Let's go." was all Gardner said to Whitmen as he walked back out into the hall. Whitmen lowered his weapon, then watched as Gardner's son pigged himself on black cock before turning away in disgust.
Two blocks away, Jake and Peaches came running out of the alley. With no phone, no I.D., no car, and no money, Jake was at his wits end. Somehow he had to stop Gardner and his friends, but he had no idea who he could trust at the Precinct. The last time he tried to talk to Capt McConnell about Gardner, the man made him practically sound like a Saint.
"Damn! I think I step in shit!" complained Peaches, rubbing the soles of her lady's sandals in the dirt. "Where to now?" she asked, breathlessly.
"I...I don't know..." said Jake, looking around the unfamiliar neighborhood. He'd driven through it so many times in his squad-car, but felt like a kid in the Big Apple now that he was out in it's streets. "Let's keep moving. We have to get off the streets, they'll definitely catch us out in the open." Just then a city bus blew pass, stopping at the far corner to let off passenger. "Come one...!"
Jake and Peaches ran for the transit bus. Jake pounded on the doors just before the driver could pull off. He opened them as Jake waited for Peaches to catch up.
"Look sir, I'm a police officer for the city, but I don't have my badge on me. I don't have carfare, but the city will appreciate it if you could let me and my friend on anyway." he reasoned with the driver whom looked Jake up and down in his skin tight white jumpsuit, which left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
"This ain't no charity man, pay your fare or get off the bus!" said the driver, disbelieving Jake's story.
"I got it..." said Peaches, pushing Jake aside as she reached into her secret place for some cash. As she paid the bus fare, Jake started to walk down the aisle for a seat. He couldn't help but notice that everyone on board (man and woman) was staring at his jumpsuit. But the most embarrassing part about it was that their eyes were all glued to the same spot. Consciously he covered his crotch with his hands, and took the first available two seater he saw. Peaches soon came and sat down next to him.
"What?" she asked, noticing his sour facial expression.
"Couldn't you've given me a better outfit to wear? I feel like a stripper in this get-up." whispered Jake.
"That is my "skin-tight-ass-hugging-come-and-get-whatcha-want-boys" Saturday Night Fever jumpsuit! That's one of my best outfits! You better recognize!" said Peaches, flinging her hair back insulted.
"But...everybody's staring at my...you can see everything!" said Jake, turning red.
"Whose staring? Nobody better be staring at MY MAN's basket!" yelled Peaches, looking around the bus for potential candidates. There was an older woman sitting beside them, looking at them in disbelief. "What you looking at? Put your eyes back in your head and mind your own business, grandma!"
"Peaches..." whispered Jake, trying to calm her down.
"Naw, she don't know me! I'll scratch out her cataract!"
UNDERCOVER OFFICER Malik Jones' apartment....
Malik was in hot water. He's been sitting on vital police information for weeks, information that could potentially hit the drug world a major blow, and now he's been caught by his superior having sex with a minor. 'How could I've been so stupid?' -he thinks as he pours himself another glass of wine. Not only will his reputation be shattered once the fact of his anal rape by drug dealers becomes public around the network, but his career will be over once word gets out that he's had sex with a 15 year old boy. His life as he knows it would be over.
He turns the glass up to his lips, and drinks until the contents is gone. Malik reaches for the bottle, only to realize that it's empty. He gets up from the sofa and heads into the kitchen, where he's sure he has another tucked away.
Suddenly there's a knock at the door. Malik freezes, as he wasn't expecting any company. He's dressed only in baggy shorts and a wife-beater when he opens the door.
"Captain...!" he calls, snapping sober.
"Malik, we need to talk." said McConnell, not waiting for an invitation. He walked in, removing his jacket as he took a seat on the couch, then noticed the empty wine bottle on the table. Malik walked over nervously.
"Anything from Louis?" asked the older man, getting right to the point of his visit.
"uh, no sir. Not yet." said Malik, taking a seat on the sofa.
"That's not good, Malik. We've spent months on this drug detail, and I refuse to let it end with zero results!" said the captain firmly, watching Malik fidget in his seat. "Now Thompson is dead. He was our DEEP undercover man, practically a right hand to Tempest and his dealings. If Tempest has found out about him, there's no telling what he knows about the rest of you. You could ALL be in danger!" he said, frustrated. Malik sat silently, waiting to hear what the Captain would say next. He could see the frustration on McConnell's face. The Captain didn't make house calls for no reason. "I may have to pull the plug on this. I don't want to lose another officer!"
"No Captain, wait!" said Malik, afraid that all of his and Thompson's sacrifice would be for nothing. "I...I think I can get something useful out of Louis."
"Really? When?" asked McConnell, skeptically. "You've been saying that for weeks."
"Yes, sir." sighed Malik, knowing he'd been slow rolling on purpose. "But he said he really wanted to talk to me about something. Something about helping me make some money." lied Malik. "I think he might show me how they smuggle the drugs."
"We need more than that, Malik. An officer is dead! Do I have to tell you how the coroner described his last moments of life?" asked McConnell, opening his briefcase and shifting through the paper work as he donned his reading glasses. " 'The victim's (Carl Thompson) cause of death was massive internal bleeding caused by hemorrhage and internal impact of the vital organs by way of the rectal region! Massive amounts of semen (human and otherwise) was found in the body cavity. It is my belief that he died from extreme anal expunging, using something similar to a baseball bat or an equally large apparatus due to the mangle of the colon, intestines, and its surrounding extremedies.' " finished McConnell, removing his glasses. "Do you know what that means, Malik? It means he was FUCKED TO DEATH! By either Tempest and his men, some deadly bat, or some farm animal!"
Malik looked absolutely shocked. McConnell noticed Malik's bulging eyes and dropped mouth, and realized he had gone over the top.
"Look Malik..." he said, taking a deep breath to calm down as he closed his briefcase. "...if Louis really has information, we need to arrest him and bring him in. We can't afford to wait around while some teenager decides if he trusts you or not. Beside, he might be on to you already, he could be holding out purposely."
"I don't think so, sir. I met his cousin JJ. JJ is one of Tempest's dealers. He helps run one of the drug houses."
"Really? When was this? What he say?" perked McConnell.
"Louis introduced me as his best friend. JJ shook my hand. He seemed very content with that, and told Louis to see him tomorrow. That's when Louis told me he wanted to tell me something, how I could make money." Lied Malik, speaking of events that happened awhile back. He really did have information that the department could use to make a dent in Tempest's operations, but he couldn't possible admit he had been sitting on it all this time. The Captain would go ballistic. Especially after what he witnessed in Malik's apartment the other night.
"Tomorrow, eh?" said the Captain, thinking aloud as he rubbed his chin in thought. "Did he say where? Is he coming back to your place?"
"I...I don't know, sir." said Malik.
"I don't think that's a good idea, do you? I mean, especially given what happened last time."
"It won't happen again, sir. I promise." swore Malik.
"Still, it's too risky. I say we bring him in. Whatever he wanted to tell you, he can tell the interrogating officers." ordered McConnell.
"But sir, I might be able to get him to take me there, get me involved in the process...wouldn't that make a bigger bust than interrogating some under-age kid who really isn't allowed to make a statement without his lawyer present anyway?" argued Malik.
McConnell thought hard. He couldn't help looking Malik over, with his desperation to prove he's a good officer. He wondered just how much of this was about the actual case, and how much was about Malik's fear that Louis may press child molestation charges against him once he realizes his best friend is a cop. He felt for the young handsome officer, he really did. But there wasn't much he could guarantee him.
"This is your LAST chance, Malik. Get that boy to confess, and show you where and how these drugs are being transported...or we bring him in first thing in the morning. Understood?"
"Yes, sir!" shouted Malik, finally seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.
"I want you to report to the communications department in the morning before school starts. I want you suited for a wire up with a camera. I'm not letting you go into this without the proper guard and back-up."
"But sir, what if they check me for a wire?" complained Malik, not wanting records incase the drug dealers mention his rape again.
"These are drug dealers, Malik. Not KGB Agents. We know how to out smart them with wires." said McConnell.
"But..."
"No buts!" yelled the Captain, slamming his fist atop his briefcase. "I'm NOT sending another officer to his death! If you want to question Louis alone, THIS is how it's done! If not, we interrogate him! Got it?"
"Y...yes, sir!" answered Malik, seeing the light in the tunnel flicker off.
McConnell felt awful. He watched Malik sulk, and all he wanted to do was reach out and hold him.
"Look Malik..." he said in a softer voice, touching the young officer by his bare shoulder. "...I know this is hard for you, and I know you're worried about the outcome, but we can't let that deter the job we have to do. We're officers."
"Thank you, sir." whispered Malik, as McConnell unconsciously started to play with his ear. The two men looked at each other for a long moment in silence, each wanting the same thing.
Malik was the first to react, his heart pumping a mile-a-minute as he took McConnell by the hand and lead it up to his mouth. The senior officer watched with bated breath as Malik began to lick at his fingertips. His dick rose instantly in his pants.
Sensing no resistance from the Captain, Malik inched closer. McConnell sat paralyzed as the younger officer took control. He touched McConnell gently about the face, then moved in for a kiss. Their lips met for the slightest, softest, gentlest kisses ever made. Still McConnell made no move to stop Malik, so Malik decided to be bolder and straddled the older man's waist. Now face to face, there was no doubt of intentions. Malik bent down and kisses his Captain fully on the lips.
At first McConnell didn't react. He sat there stunned by the turn of events that just happened. Here was one of his younger officers, seducing him. He could smell the wine on his breath. His mind told him that this was wrong and that it needed to be stopped immediately, but his body reacted differently. The tug of war ended when McConnell wrapped his arms around Malik's back, then darted his tongue into his mouth. They kissed passionately, breathing hard like animals as they began to tear at each other's clothes.
McConnell had his big hands firmly planted on Malik's buttock, squeezing and caressing the fat globes under the thin layer of material that hid them. Malik removed McConnell's shirt and tie, marveling over the muscles of the well developed man. He kissed his was down McConnell's neck and hairy chest, down his flat taut stomach, and into his crotch where he began to undo his pants. McConnell watched as Malik reached in and freed his thick stiff standing 9 and 1/2 inch mulatto mallet.
Malik's eyes widen as he took in all the splendor his boss had to offer. He fisted the huge hard phallus with his hand, watching the foreskin move up and down the shaft before taking it between his lips. McConnell moaned when he felt Malik's mouth envelop the head. This was something that was not supposed to happen, -textbook harassment of an underling that could have the Captain canned even though he was not the aggressor. Still he did nothing to stop it as he watched Malik struggle to take his monster meat. His dick flexed with excitement as Malik made his best first attempts at giving head. McConnell knew he was a novice, and decided to show the boy just what years of practice can do.
Pulling Malik up on the sofa, McConnell ripped off his shorts in quick fashion, then took the 25 year old's 7 and 1/2 inch tool in his mouth without hesitation. Malik reeled as McConnell swallowed his hardon easily without effort, taking him clear into the back of his throat. The Captain buried his face in Malik's groin, his lips suckling at the root of the officer's dick before sliding back up to the top. He buried the dick in his throat several more times before pulling Malik's legs into the air. He licked and sucked at the man's hairy ball sack, bringing moans of delight from him as he licked his was down to his asshole.
Holding Malik's ass in his hands, McConnell stared longingly at the tight black-bud which was surrounded by soft curly hair, then pressed his face into it. Malik gasped as the man's tongue licked up and down the valley of his ass crack, then zeroed in on the actual hole. Noone's ever sucked his asshole before, and his body was reacting wildly from the experience.
It was obvious that McConnell knew his was around a man's body, every move was precise, every action expert. He darted his tongue in and out of Malik's asshole until he felt it start to loosen and relax. Then he lowered Malik back onto the sofa, and crawled up between his spread legs. Laying chest to chest, McConnell's monster dick wedged itself between Malik's spit wet ass cheeks. Malik knew what was coming next as the Captain began to push himself inside.
Their lips locked again as Malik felt his asshole stretching to accommodate McConnell's dick. He wanted the older officer inside him badly, but wasn't prepared for the pain and discomfort the 9 and 1/2 inch path-finder could cause. With Louis, penetration was easier. For one thing the 15 year old had a smaller penis, Malik was able to handle it better. He groaned against McConnell's mouth as the dick moved deeper, passing the half way point. Malik spread his legs wider, hoping that would relieve some of the pressure. Finally he felt McConnell's balls slap into his butt, and knew he had the whole thing pressed up inside.
McConnell looked Malik deeply in the eyes as he slowly started to stroke in and out. Malik tried to mask his pain by biting his lower lip, but it was obvious that he had never taken a dick as big as this before. He felt some of the tension ease off once McConnell began his pace. The big dick slid back and forth through his straining rectum, the fat head digging well into his hot bowels with every stroke. Malik groaned continuously as McConnell fucked him slow and steady. His hands moved over the older man's muscles, as they kissed and sucked at each other with passion. Malik's dick was rock hard, wedged between their bellies. He never knew giving in to another man could feel so good. He looked down to see the Captain's tanned dick sliding easily through his brown buns. They both saw it, then looked at each other and smiled.
"This is wrong, Malik..." whispered McConnell, still wrestling with his morals.
Malik said nothing as he felt the Captain's hips start to pick up in pace. Malik pulled him into a soulful kiss, while grinding his own erection against the man's hairy belly. McConnell quickly forgot his dilemma, and started to pound into Malik like an angry surf. Both men were sweating and grunting, the sofa creaking at the seams under their weight.
Malik came first, firing a thick abundant spray of hot semen between the two of them. McConnell felt Malik's asshole begin to flex wildly around his plunging dick during orgasm, and began to cum at the same moment. Both men screamed like new born's, cumming simultaneously, one inside the other.
McConnell's body tensed the moment he finished orgasm. He lay atop Malik, his dick still buried in the younger man's ass. Regret quickly hit him as he withdrew. Sitting upright on the couch, he watched Malik slowly sit up beside him.
"I'm sorry, Malik. I shouldn't have done that."
"No need to apologize, sir. I wanted it to happen." said Malik, touching McConnell affectionately.
"But it's wrong! A definite break of the rules! A superior cannot get involved sexually with his subordinates. It's an instant termination!" said McConnell.
"So who's complaining?" asked Malik, taking the Captain by the hand.
"You know this can't change anything between us." said McConnell, being led off the couch and down the hall, his long flaccid dick swinging between his thighs. "I'm still your boss." he said, his eyes on Malik's ass as they entered the master bedroom. "You'll still have to do as I say."
"Yes, sir." said Malik, closing the door behind them.