60 Minutes by Fire, Ice Page A

suck his piece. She got annoyed quickly; she hated sucking him slow and hoped he didn’t ask her to play with his musty ass balls.
    “Don’t forget my two little friends,” he threw in as if he had read her mind. And “little” they were! Camille rolled her eyes as she began to work her tongue around the head and play with his balls.
    “Put them in your mouth and do that humming shit,” he said as he got a little more comfortable in his seat.
    Camille almost gagged, she’d been with much worst in her line of work, but it never got easier. Two loud taps to the window got her attention.
    “Why you stop?” Rico complained.
    “Someone’s at the window!” A flashlight invaded the car.
    “Open the door and step out!” said a stern voice.
    Officer Whitley had been called into the area about a domestic dispute on Howard Avenue. As he rode down the street and saw a Honda parked in the middle of a side street, he became suspicious and drove up Howard Court to where the car was. The smell of marijuana was enough for him to begin his investigation, then after peeking inside and seeing what looked like a prostitute giving a man head, he knew he could and should take the two in. The music in the car lowered as the passenger door opened first. He looked the scantily dressed woman up and down, if she’d offer, I’d let her suck my dick and just give her a ticket! Whitley thought to himself. He knocked again on the driver’s side window. “Come on now!”
    The door slowly opened and Rico stepped out.
    “Detective Coralle?” the shocked police officer stammered.
    “Look, it’s not what it looks like.” Rico said putting his hands up in defense before he could be accused of anything.
    “It looks like everything, and you’re high as shit!” Officer Whitley exclaimed with disappointment. “Well, you know the routine.”
    “Come on man, you really going to do this?” Rico pleaded.
    The scrawny officer shrugged his shoulders, “It’s my job and had you been doing yours you wouldn’t be in this predicament.” The prostitute he could stand, but the fact that a police officer was using drugs in the middle of the hood while listening to that rap garbage bothered him a lot. In his eyes, Rico was a scumbag sell out!
    Rico nervously looked around, if Officer Whitley took him in and searched his car; he would find three grams of cocaine and a quarter of sour. Rico knew he would more than likely be fired from the force and face jail time; especially for soliciting a prostitute.
    “Alright, alright!” Rico said sounding defeated. He slowly turned around and placed his arms behind his back, Officer Whitley put his gun in his holster so that he could cuff Rico. Camille quickly kicked off her heels and sprinted into the nearest yard, jumping over a fence.
    “Fuck!” the officer cursed. With only one hand cuffed, Rico spun around pulling a chrome magnum from his waistline and wasted no time aiming at Whitley’s chest and putting a hole through it. Blood splattered on his clothes as Rico jumped in the Honda and screeched away. He made it three blocks before police Chargers were tailing him and finally blocked him in on Hancock Avenue. Rico would later be processed and questioned. His own colleagues looked down on him for the disgrace he brought upon the force. Rico wasted no time in snitching; hoping that by doing so he would get a deal. It did not take long for him to spill his guts about Camille and the escorting service she worked for. Before long he gave all the details he knew about the city’s underground sex rings and clubs that the police would never have imagined existed.
    As the officers arrested one of their own that night, they had no way of knowing that the collar that they just made would lead to the biggest trial in the city’s history or that it would be against Bridgeport’s underground sex ring leader, Jani’rah Eldermira Jean.

Bossy
    Light pen taps echoed throughout a large office as it hit repeatedly