This story contains rough sex between a large dominating white woman and a much smaller black woman. It also uses the 'N-word' and other curse words.
Leona was sitting in Froggies Bar getting a good laugh at my expense. "Ha ha ha! That stupid little nigger bitch thinks she's tough as long as she's got that cop uniform on and has that big pollack with her. I'd like to catch her out without that uniform one day. Shee-ee-it, she ain't even as big as my thigh. I'd rip off her nigger head and shit down her neck."
"Come on Oaklynn, don't let her get to you," Richard said as he and I were getting in to our patrol car outside of Froggies. "She's just trying to piss you off."
"Well, she sure is doing a good job, Richard," I fumed while fastening my seatbelt. "I'd just like to have about five minutes alone with that big cow."
"Damn, Oak, that bitch must weigh almost 300 pounds and is six or eight inches taller than you. I wouldn't piss her off if I were you."
"She doesn't scare me, but I know I can't do anything about it as long as I have my uniform on. Dammit, Richard. She called me 'that pollack's nigger whore,' and that was one of the nicer things she called me. I really just want to kick that big cow's ass."
Richard knew it was hopeless to try to calm me down. I'd just have to do that on my own over the next few hours of our shift. So, he changed the subject and talked about anything but Leona.
When my shift was over, I went home, had a snack and then went to bed, where I laid for over three hours thinking about Leona's taunts. I have no idea how that cow makes a living as a prostitute. She's almost six feet tall and weighs almost 300 pounds. She has orange hair, a mean and ugly face, she's covered with tattoos and must measure 50-44-48. According to court records, she's just 20 years old.
Over the last two years, Richard and I have arrested her three times for prostitution and twice for drugs. And each time, she has gotten off with just a small fine and a couple of days in jail. When she gets out, she then stands on her corner and shouts obscenities at us, and insults at me, as we drive past on patrol. I don't understand how she keeps getting off so lightly.
A few nights later, I was bending Richard's ear again about Leona. He said, "I know you've taken judo and finished at the top of your class in hand-to-hand and how to disarm a criminal, but that bitch is huge. And she weighs more than twice as much as you do, she's 12 years younger than you and towers over you by nine or ten inches."
"I'm not afraid of her, Richard. I'd fuckin knock her out before she could even move that immense body of hers. Or I could just beat the fuck out of her with my baton while I talked shit back at her."
I was on a roll about what I'd like to do to that big fat bitch when we got a call about a fight in progress at Barney's Bar and Grill. We pulled up and raced into the bar where two big men were swinging at each other. Richard took the bigger fighter down and I took the smaller one. I cuffed my fighter and lifted him to his feet and he turned bumping me and knocking me to the floor of the bar. As I started to get up, I felt a foot on my back that pushed me into a table leaving me spread eagle on the filthy bar floor. I jumped to my feet and turned around to see four people standing nearby laughing, one of whom was Leona.
"Whatsa matter nigger? Didja fall down?"
"Who kicked me?" I demanded. All four of them laughed as Leona flipped me off. I turned to Richard. "Did you see who kicked me?"
"No, I was watching the prisoners."
I walked to Leona and got in her face. "I outta take you in, bitch."
"For what, nigger? Because I laughed at a piece of shit get kicked to the floor? Go ahead then, you fuckin cunt."
Our faces were just inches apart as we stared at each other. She smirked at me and said, "Maybe you'd like to come back after your shift so I can kick your black ass, you slut. I might even make you my personal bitch." Her breath stunk of cigarettes and whiskey as she laughed in my face.
"Come on, Oak. Ignore that cow. Let's get these boys downtown."
We took the fighters downtown and booked them and then finished our shift at 11:00. I was still kind of on edge so Richard took me for a drink at a nearby cop bar. After two Jamesons & ginger, Richard headed home and I sat stewing about that fucking cow Leona. Whether it was the booze on an empty stomach or whether I had just had enough, I drove back to Barney's. Not knowing if others might try to interfere when I kicked Leona's ass, I put my baton down the side of my pants and put pepper spray in my pocket.
