These events take place prior to Chapter 1.
The clock struck eight. It was a beautiful Wednesday morning and Roman’s alarm went off. He let it ring for a little while before turning it off. He looked around his room. It was filled with collectibles and trophies and display items neatly placed on his shelves. On his table were his computer and a laptop which he did his work on. He walked over and printed out his report, and then he hopped in the shower.
After he got out of the bathroom he put on athletic shorts, trousers, a button-down shirt, his boots and sport coat, and then his overcoat. He put on his belt and fitted his gun holster and knife. Then he grabbed his wallet and keys and his report and went out the door.
Roman Law works for the Special Investigations Department, and he had graduated the top of his class. He was the youngest detective on the force. He was promoted after he closed the ‘Jon Doe’ case. He apprehended ‘Jon Doe’ single-handedly, and after that he gained the respect of his peers.
Special Investigations Department: The department was a busy place, with people walking in and out constantly. The place was well kept even with all the bustle, though. Roman walked in, quickly setting his overcoat on his chair and sat at his desk. Charlotte Hall, Kim Valentine, and his partner, Omar Jones, were already at their desks busy with their work.
Charlotte looked over at Roman, “Hi.”
“Hey,” he replied. Then he looks over to Kim and Omar. He greeted them as well.
“The mayor’s going to have the ceremony in front of city hall on Friday, you know that right?” Omar said.
“I haven’t forgotten. I bought a suit just for the occasion.”
“Mr. Fancy now aren’t you,” chuckled Kim.
“Just doing my job,” said Roman smiling. Everyone laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Captain Grey said as he walked in. Captain Grey had been with the department for five years. He formed a good kinship with his detectives. He was relatively fit for his late forties.
“Oh nothing, we were just making fun of Roman that’s all.”
“Well keep going, he likes the attention.” Everyone smiled and laughed again. In the left wing of the precinct housed vice squad territory. They are mainly responsible for drug related crimes. The department was run by Lieutenant Mario Fisk, a notorious man with a badge. He had an infamous reputation for being cruel and unusual, but he gets the job done. A sinister presence accompanied him. Most of the squad were black, mostly because they have to go undercover in predominantly black neighborhoods. Sergeant Edward Dittel was one of the few people on the squad who were white. He was currently interrogating a prostitute who was caught loitering outside the Happy District.
“Name and Age.”
“Felecia Jansen, twenty years old.”
“Just what do you think you were doing standing around dressed like that?”
“I didn’t do anything wrong officer, and you know it.”
“I’m not going to arrest you, but I’m going to write you up.” He hands her a ticket.
“A thousand dollars! For what?”
“Loitering. There is no statute in the law that says we can’t fine you any amount we want.”
“You bastard! How am I supposed to pay for this?”
“How you pay for it is none of my business.”
“Then what the hell am I doing here?”
“Look lady, I don’t care what you do with your body but this is my city. You might be protected in the Happy District but not here. I don’t want to see hookers outside of my neighborhood do you understand me?”
“Can I get out of here now?”
The door opens and two black undercover squad members enter. “We’ll take of this Dittel. You got business upstairs.”
Sergeant Dittel leaves the room shutting the door behind him.
“Now what?” Asks Felecia, looking at them with disgust.
“Brock sends his regards,” says one of the officers. They were both dressed in hooded sweatshirts and baggy jeans. They looked more like thugs than cops.
The other cop leans on the table, “Looks like you’ve been trying to make some extra cash on the side. Brock won’t be too happy about that. Oh yeah, he said your late on your payment. You’re gonna be in big trouble, girl.”
Felecia sat there with her arms crossed under her nice soft breasts. She was wearing a tight pink nylon blouse that hugged her body nicely, and the material was practically see-through so everything was visible. The two cops eyed her big tits and her pointy nipples through her shirt. She started feeling uncomfortable so she shifted in her seat and crossed her legs. She sneered at them, “Thanks to you guys, I have a thousand dollar fine to pay on top of everything.”
“Tell you what, take care of us, and we’ll take care of you.”
“Excuse me? How dare you!”
Both of them reached down their jeans and pulled out their cocks. Their cocks were very big, very black, and very ugly. They were both sporting raging hard-ons, as if they haven’t used them in a long time. Their entire shafts were layered with thick veins, bulging out of the skin. One of them had cracked skin and red sores covering his shaft. The other had purple blotches on his otherwise jet-black cock head. Their big black cocks were hideous looking, but nevertheless they were thick.
