The dark street was lit with sharp blue and white flashes as an undercover cop car screeched to a halt. The group of hoods scattered, the tall, blonde leader dropping the girl he was dragging by the hair.
"Freeze! Police!" the cop began to chase after the youths his gun drawn, leaving behind the bleeding, sobbing girl to curl into a tight ball on the broken sidewalk. Two other police cars arrived, sirens wailing, lights flashing as cops tumbled out and moved in to join the chase. One officer stayed behind trotting over to the girl. He knelt beside her and began to urge her to move to the warmth of his car.
The officer began fixing up the many scrapes and cuts of her flesh. "Nothing too bad..." he stated. She sat covered in the blanket he had given her but it didn't help, she continued to shiver. Her eyes roved over the clean military look of the blonde, blue-eyed cop as he talked softly to her, wiping away blood as they waited for the others to return. She tried to offer replies but could barely hold her brain still to listen to him.
The first cop, plain clothed, returned dragging a skinny white boy along with him. The officer forced the kid into the back of the other police car, then sauntered over. His face showing the adrenaline excitement of the chase, caused the cop administering to the girl to chuckle. "Having a good time detective?" the blonde cop gave an award winning smile up at the huge black man. The detective smiled back, his handsome face creasing slightly to show off a dimple in his left cheek. If I didn't know better,Ashley thought sarcastically to herself, I would think I was in some cop movie. She eyed the overly handsome faces and physiques of the two officers.
She had been in the city for a total of three weeks now. Her roommate had told her to meet her at a huge party supposedly in some warehouse in the old industrial section of town. Ashley had raced home from night class, dressed in her only party dress and tried to make it to the rave by eight.
The printed out directions from a map site online led her in a complete wild goose chase all over the city. She had begun to run out of gas and was going to call her roommate when she realized she'd forgotten to switch her wallet and cell phone from her backpack to her dress purse. She finally had to park on as well-lit a street as she could find and wait until someone arrived. Then she'd ask for help, otherwise she'd have to wait until morning came before she would feel safe enough to walk in search of a store or gas station.
But, within an hour, a gang of young strung out thugs had found and circled her tired old Volvo. A tall, blonde guy with meth sores on his cheeks and chin leaned against her window and ordered her from the car.
"I don't have any money!" she shouted as she tried to shrink into the seat. "I left my purse at home!"
The blonde man smiled what probably once was a sexy smile, but now was more of a death grimace. "Baby. It's not your purse I want." His pale eyes moved over her slowly. "It's your pussy."
Ashley stared back not knowing what to do. "Please..." she began to beg.
The blonde looked away and made a motion to one of the others. SLAM! A huge thug snarled as he began to pound the hood of her car with a crow bar. SLAM! SLAM! CRASH! Her window shattered and an arm reached in to open her door.
She was screaming as the skinny thug, surprisingly strong for his stringy frame, dragged her from the car. "Come here sweetheart! Let's make love!" the group laughed cruelly as he clutched her to him and began groping her, his mouth biting and kissing her face. She could feel others groping her as well, as the leader fisted her hair painfully and forced her to take his kiss with her mouth as he pressed her pelvis tightly to him, forcing her to feel his swollen cock tightly pressing against his pants. Lights flooded the street as a car moved into the run down block. The thugs moved towards it, shouting threats to keep moving and brandishing their various weapons. For a moment she caught a glimpse of the frightened dark face of a man as he quickly sped his white Buick away from the violent scene.
"We need to move this party to a more private spot, don't we my love?" the leader yanked away so hard she stumbled and fell. He grabbed her by her hair and began to drag her to a nearby alleyway, when the undercover cop came onto the scene. The little, old man had called the police.
The other officers had brought in another thug and had him secure in the other police car as they began to ready to return to the precinct.
"Alright, Ashley, let's get you home." The undercover officer was kindly ushering her into the undercover police vehicle. A large, black Grand Am. "Where is home?" he asked as he settled in beside her.
And she realized her mind had gone completely blank. "I...I don't remember!" she stammered, surprised herself. "I've only been here three weeks. I'm sorry!"
He chuckled "hmmm... well, how about a phone number."
"Oh yeah..." she started to recite her roommates cell "469, 5...8 no 3... oh crap!" Ashley's eyes were wide as she stared at the officer. He was staring back at her, not annoyed like she was assuming, but actually admiring how pretty she was. Her eyes were huge, a dark greenish brown and set so far apart that any further she would have looked like a freak. but hers were just enough to make her strikingly beautiful. Her pale heart shaped little face looked stricken with worry.
"It's alright, honey." Ben smiled down at her softly. "It happens a lot actually." He started the car "tell you what we're gonna do. We are going to get us a bite to eat. Perhaps having a full tummy would help you to relax." He moved the car into the street.
The officer placed a paper dish of Thai food in front of her. He settled in the seat across from her. "Best Thai in town." He stated as he began to grab chopstickfulls of food and toss them into his mouth.
