Rod Strong - Dealing in adultery

"Hi," she greeted. "Y'mean I was so good yesterday you've come back f'more?"

"This time I've come to throw business your way," I told her. "D'you mind working on a couple of cops?"

"Hell, Fokker, I can't make money from cops. Evergrad gets part of my pay as it is. In order to stay in business, I have to put out for all the Elton cops for free."

"These aren't Elton cops. They work in Seabrook. They're chummy with Evergrad, and they'll probably figure on using you for nothing. But I have a feeling they're gonna pay and pay and pay."

"You've always been good to me," she smiled. "A lot of other guys have used me and then called me all kinds of names afterward, Evergrad included. Not you. You've always treated me like a lady.

"You are a lady, Debbie. As far as I'm concerned there's nothing dishonest about the way you earn your living. You give value for the money."

"Want to set your videotape equipment up in here?" she asked.

"Use the same room I had set up yesterday. No use letting those two prigs know which room is really yours."

"So how do we get them to come here?" she asked.

"Simple," I replied, and outline my plan to her.

"From what you tell me they're both sadists," she replied when I'd finished talking.

"Yeah, but you're a source of income to Evergrad, so they can't afford to hurt you. Once they bring you back here and take you to the other room, they'll realize they're in Elton territory, where Mitch Evergrad collects from everyone."

"Okay," she finally agreed.

"And when I show 'em the pictures, letting 'em know there's a copy of the tape being sent to the D.A.'s office, especially if I don't phone a certain person every hour, they'll shell out everything in their pockets to you before taking off for parts unknown."

"You are a devious bastard, aren't you," she smiled.

"When dealing with scum like these boys, I have to be."

"What time?" she asked.

"When it's dark, say about nine o'clock. These guys always take a night shift. That's when they can get away with beating up all the so-called criminals they apprehend. They jockey a squad car together. I'll find out what routes they cover. Get some sleep. I'll pick you up here at about nine.

"Okay," she yawned, and turning over, went back to sleep.

I left as quietly as possible. It was time for lunch. Then I'd rest to build my strength for the oncoming night.

At nine P.M. on the button I picked up Debbie at the Elton and we drove to Seabrook. A little loot scattered in the right places had given me the route Roino and Guida took every night out on patrol. It was Saturday night, which, as far as they were concerned, was payoff night. They stopped in at the topless bars, the porno movie houses, and the nude magazine shops to collect their weekly rakeoffs.

I took Debbie to Krakow Street, a long, dark series of blocks where the streetlamps were always being put out by kids practicing with their slingshots. The houses were middle income, and were on Roino's and Guida's heat. Debbie had put on a torn blouse and ripped mini-skirt, mutilated by one of her overeager patrons. She hadn't had a chance to throw it out, yet. Her hair was mussed, and she'd brought along a pair of glasses with broken lenses.

I'd selected the spot with great care, because I wanted to make sure nothing happened to Debbie until she was picked up by the two cops. Although most of the houses had lights on, one didn't, and I parked my car in that house's driveway, thus able to keep my eye on her. She was sitting on the sidewalk now, a quarter of a block away, just waiting for the headlights of the patrol car.

We saw other cars approach, and each time Debbie hid behind a nearby shrub on the corner of an expansive lawn. But then we saw the patrol car. We knew it was the patrol car because it moved very slowly as it came down the block. Debbie yelled to them, waving her hand, drawing their attention. I saw the car pull over and both men get out. With their flashlights they looked her over and then helped her to their car. One of them flashed his light around the area before getting in, but seeing no one, entered the car and shut the door behind him. I noticed they sandwiched Debbie between them rather than put her in the back of the car. Good sign. I also noticed one of them calling in to report.

I waited until the car was gone, then hurried back to the Elton as fast as my Falcon could go. If they behaved like decent policemen, they'd take Debbie to the station house and my whole plan would blow up. But if, as I suspected, they behaved like motherfuckers, they would bring Debbie straight back to the Elton after completing their collections. The call-in would be to cover themselves for the couple of hours they expected to be busy with Debbie. After all, according to their twisted reasoning, she'd already been abused, so if they abused her a bit more, they'd be in the clear. As long as they didn't permanently ruin her everything would be fine. By now, they knew she was a moneymaker for Mitch Evergrad, and he would have no objection to their tearing off a free piece as long as the merchandise remained intact.

Sure enough, fifteen minutes after I'd settled myself in the room Debbie and I had used the previous day, the two cops and Debbie entered the next room. I saw them on my monitor screen. It never once occurred to either that the room might be bugged. Both men were in a hurry and began stripping down. Paul Guida had straight hair covering his ears and was clean-shaven. Both he and Roino were slender, with muscular bodies. They kept in shape by brutalizing everyone they'd ever arrested. Roino had a waxed mustache attempting to cover up his large nose.

"I thought you men were supposed to help me," Debbie whimpered.

Roino smacked her, though not too hard. He said, "We gotcha back here all right, didn't we? Stop complainin'. So some guy copped a fast fuck. You're all right. Hell! Anyone livin' in this dump has gotta be a whore, so why're you complainin' about a screwin'?"

"Maybe 'cause she didn't get paid," Guida chimed in. "You know these pay-for-play cunts. They always cry when someone grabs one for nothin'."

"Well we earned ours," Roino pointed out. "We helped pick you up offa the streets, and we didn't arrest you for soliciting. So now you gotta pay us."

Reaching out, he ripped what was left of Debbie's clothes off, removing her broken eyeglasses and tossing them across the room.

Guida grabbed Debbie by her shoulder, spun her around, then reached out and grabbed the twin peaks of her huge tits. He grabbed the button-shaped nipples, so round and brown, and rubbed them between his fingers until they elongated, then he leaned forward and sucked one tit deep into his mouth while his hand continued squeezing her other nipple.

Roino came around from the other side and kissed Debbie, hard. I could see her jabbing her pink tongue into his open mouth to keep him from stabbing her mouth with his. It was deep in his mouth, its tip counting each of his teeth and running between his molars. She washed his gums and examined the insides of his cheeks, and Roina was going crazy.

Guida sucked her magnificent orbs one at a time, re]axed and knowing he would get his soon enough. Hell! Roina had made a point of letting her know they were aware of her profession, and now both expected the very best she had to offer.

I watched the two of them, and curiously my emotions were completely detached. I should have felt hot all over, but knowing the kind of animals I had sicked on Debbie kept me cool.

Roina was all hung up on kissing her, trying to poke his tongue into her mouth, keeping his lips glued to hers. The pressure of his mouth was rubbing Debbie's lips raw, and I could see her straining to use her tongue tip to search out the roof of his mouth, wondering if there was a hot spot up there. Hell! If anyone could find it, it would be Debbie. She was the best pro I'd ever known.