She’s Got Balls
By Mia Watts
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
http://www.resplendencepublishing.com
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
P.O. Box 992
Edgewater, Florida, 32132
She’s Got Balls
Copyright © 2009, Mia Watts
Edited by Courtney Hoffman
Cover art by Rika Singh
Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-090-3
Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.
Electronic release: November 2009
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.
To Kevin Mullinax, Thanks for everything.
Love, Mia Watts. ;) Table of Contents
Chapter One .................................................................................................................................... 6
Chapter Two .................................................................................................................................. 13
Chapter Three ............................................................................................................................... 21
Chapter Four ................................................................................................................................ 32
Chapter Five ................................................................................................................................. 40
Chapter Six .................................................................................................................................... 49 About the Author ........................................................................................................................... 56
Chapter One
“Don’t forget to tuck ’em, sweetheart.” Agent Jennings slapped Chris Tarpington’s shoulder. “God, I love fresh rookie meat.”
Chris tried to smile good-naturedly, but really, he wanted to storm out of the sector office and slam things.
“What are you complaining about? Your first op and you get to go undercover with the local police farce ,” Mathis shouted after Chris, not even trying to cover his booming laughter.
“Swing your hips, Tarp. Hold your chest out,” Jennings coached.
I’m going to fucking annihilate this case , Chris thought. No fucking way would he be humiliated on his first big assignment by dressing in drag. The detective assigned with him would have to take that honor. He smiled in grim determination.
Clutching the case file in a white knuckled grip, he stalked through the office to the public area and the conference room where his new partner waited. Some of the desk jockeys snortled as he walked by. He shot them each personally designed death glares.
“You’re the big guy now, aren’t you, Tarp?” one of them mocked as he passed. “Or is that big gal ?”
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” another of Chris’ old co-workers quipped. “Those big girl panties can bind .”
By the time he got the conference room, his shoulders felt tight. God, what a nightmare . Chris steeled himself with a deep breath and brushed the blond strands obscuring one eye off his forehead.
He almost snorted. Detective Vincent Pilk didn’t know it yet, but the tables were gonna turn. Detective Pilk would be wearing the dress through this op, and Chris would let him think it was an honor to do it. With a new plan firmly lined up, he swept into the conference room to tell Pilk how things were going to be.
“Aw, shit !” Plans crashed into a heap and spontaneously burst into flame. This? This was Detective Vincent Pilk? A man whose name inspired visions of protruding Adam’s apple, knobby knees and sailor suits? “Damn it!
By Mia Watts
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
http://www.resplendencepublishing.com
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
P.O. Box 992
Edgewater, Florida, 32132
She’s Got Balls
Copyright © 2009, Mia Watts
Edited by Courtney Hoffman
Cover art by Rika Singh
Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-090-3
Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.
Electronic release: November 2009
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.
To Kevin Mullinax, Thanks for everything.
Love, Mia Watts. ;) Table of Contents
Chapter One .................................................................................................................................... 6
Chapter Two .................................................................................................................................. 13
Chapter Three ............................................................................................................................... 21
Chapter Four ................................................................................................................................ 32
Chapter Five ................................................................................................................................. 40
Chapter Six .................................................................................................................................... 49 About the Author ........................................................................................................................... 56
Chapter One
“Don’t forget to tuck ’em, sweetheart.” Agent Jennings slapped Chris Tarpington’s shoulder. “God, I love fresh rookie meat.”
Chris tried to smile good-naturedly, but really, he wanted to storm out of the sector office and slam things.
“What are you complaining about? Your first op and you get to go undercover with the local police farce ,” Mathis shouted after Chris, not even trying to cover his booming laughter.
“Swing your hips, Tarp. Hold your chest out,” Jennings coached.
I’m going to fucking annihilate this case , Chris thought. No fucking way would he be humiliated on his first big assignment by dressing in drag. The detective assigned with him would have to take that honor. He smiled in grim determination.
Clutching the case file in a white knuckled grip, he stalked through the office to the public area and the conference room where his new partner waited. Some of the desk jockeys snortled as he walked by. He shot them each personally designed death glares.
“You’re the big guy now, aren’t you, Tarp?” one of them mocked as he passed. “Or is that big gal ?”
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” another of Chris’ old co-workers quipped. “Those big girl panties can bind .”
By the time he got the conference room, his shoulders felt tight. God, what a nightmare . Chris steeled himself with a deep breath and brushed the blond strands obscuring one eye off his forehead.
He almost snorted. Detective Vincent Pilk didn’t know it yet, but the tables were gonna turn. Detective Pilk would be wearing the dress through this op, and Chris would let him think it was an honor to do it. With a new plan firmly lined up, he swept into the conference room to tell Pilk how things were going to be.
“Aw, shit !” Plans crashed into a heap and spontaneously burst into flame. This? This was Detective Vincent Pilk? A man whose name inspired visions of protruding Adam’s apple, knobby knees and sailor suits? “Damn it!
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