The Stakeout by OlympusMons90
As I pour another coffee from the thermos flask, I can still hear the rambling voices from my headphones hanging temporarily around my neck. This is hour six into my shift, still another six long hours to go. I look over at Mila, or should I say Special Agent Camila Baxter, she's quietly listening in to the conversation along with FBI Agent Andrew Rogic sitting beside her.
I'm Special Agent David Smith, a twenty-eight year-old DEA agent currently working a stakeout on a drug enforcement case in Los Angeles, California. Agent Baxter is my DEA partner, with Agent Rogic coordinating on this case for the FBI as our target, one Leshawn 'Big Daddy' Johnson and his crew are not only suspected of drug trafficking, but of a few possible related homicides that comes with the territory.
Suddenly, the door to our small apartment opens, and my boss, Special Agent Roger Withers, enters.
"Agent Smith. How are we doing on this fine Tuesday evening?"
"Good Sir. The target is in the primary residence, along with four of his crew. Most of the conversations we've been tracking are with Leshawn Johnson and his bodyguard Vernon Robinson. They're both upstairs, with three others currently downstairs in the residence." I report.
"How about Tyson Jones? I understand he's the main runner for Leshawn. Has he been in so far tonight?" Agent Withers continues.
"No, sir. TJ usually gets in around 2am most nights. He usually brings 'guests' with him as well." I respond.
Roger looks at his watch before looking back over at Agents' Baxter and Rogic.
"Alright, it's almost 1am, make sure to stay focused when TJ returns, we need something, anything that might help us to progress. It's been six days already, and all we know so far is that they like to talk shit and fuck women. We're gonna need a lot more than that."
"Yes, agreed, sir. We'll see what we can get."
With that, Agent Withers bid us farewell and left for the night. For the three of us, the busiest part of the night is just about to start. Unfortunately, we can't arrest suspects just for talking shit and having sex. And Leshawn, TJ and Vernon seem to do a hell of a lot of both.
We're assuming that TJ is just extraordinarily successful when he goes to the clubs. Maybe the fact that he likes to throw money around and has the party drugs to back that up, could also be a determining factor as to how he manages to bring so many different women back to their crib most nights of the week.
We've run ID checks on some of the women to see if we could get any leads from them, one ran a small clothing store, another was the PR lady for a small talent agency. They just seemed like regular women that do regular jobs, they just happen to also like occasionally going to clubs and hooking up with guys like TJ who has all the party drugs they could ever wish for. So, we could see no reason to concern ourselves with them, it's Leshawn and his crew we're after.
I can hear my personal phone 'ping'; I check and see that my wife Nora has just messaged me. I'm wondering what she's doing up this late, she has work in the morning.
'What time are you getting home tonight? I'm getting tired of sleeping alone.'
Dammit! She knows I'm doing all-nighters this week. What's she playing at?
'I promise I'll see you before you leave for work in the morning. Love you.'
'Okay. Love you too.' Nora responds to me.
I take a deep sigh; my marriage feels like it's been hanging by a thread lately. Nora got pissed when I spent so many late nights on my last case, only to have that come crashing down. The stress I was dealing with couldn't have been easy for her, even though I tried hard not to bring my work problems home. But it's not always that simple.
My wife Nora currently co-owns and runs a Beauty Salon in Los Angeles, along with her best friend Alisha Jackson. They're both twenty-seven year-old hairdressers that went to high school together, and they've been inseparable ever since they were teenagers. They both partnered to buy the salon last year where they both worked when their long-time boss put it up for sale. It's a pretty big risk they both took, getting loans out to cover the purchase, but together they're confident at making it work, and I couldn't be happier for her.
But over the last few months, with so many of my evenings taken up with case work, Nora and Alisha have been spending more and more time together in my absence. I'm lucky she has Alisha, without her our marriage might not have survived even this long. My only worry is that Alisha is once again single, and I'm afraid that maybe she will want her best friend to be or at least act single along with her.
The last case I worked on was again with Agent Baxter and two other DEA agents. I was the Operational Lead on that case, and we had spent many nights gathering information but were coming up short on actual evidence. When Camila came up with a way to flip one of our target's associates, to use them as our informant, I gave her the green light. It all quickly blew up in our faces as the informant soon turned on us, giving our entire case away. I took the wrap for that one, and that's why this current case needs to go better than the last. I don't need two high level fuck-ups back to back, that sort of shit can end your career.
As I take my seat beside Agent Baxter, she nonchalantly looks up at me with that wonderful smile of hers. I'll admit to being a big admirer of hers, both professionally and personally. Not that we've been inappropriate or anything, she's recently come off a long-term relationship, and I'm married. It's just that along with her being in my opinion stunningly beautiful, she's smart along with having loads of integrity and confidence as well. Her beauty comes from having a gorgeous Colombian mother, her father was a U.S. Diplomat in Colombia at the time. She has a beautiful olive complexion with big brown eyes and a body most strippers would be proud of.
We're also the same age at twenty-eight as well, we even went through our training academy together. This is now the fifth case of us working side by side, and I trust and respect her more than anyone else I've worked with so far.
"Heads up guys, TJ is back a bit earlier tonight." Mila advises me and Agent Rogic.
"And he has company once more. I'd like to know how he does it, maybe I could get some pointers off him." Agent Rogic adds with a little smirk.
"Quiet now guys, listen for anything that can help, names, places, anything." I reply calmly.
We've got cameras set up on the perimeter of Leshawn's crib, a two-story house in one of the commercial areas in Los Angeles. We're watching and recording everything that comes in and out, and while we also have external microphones near the entrance, we have also bugged the premises with listening devices inside too, upstairs and down. We' don't have any cameras inside however, the risk of detection is too high.
For the last six days all we've heard is small talk, along with most nights that TJ brings some women back upstairs for him, Leshawn and Vernon to have their fun with. Tonight, will be no different.
As TJ approaches the front entrance, we can see that he has three women with him, two are white and one looks more Latina, but it's hard to see their faces yet. As they pause at the front door under the outside light while TJ knocks to be let in, we get a better look at the three women with him. One of them looks somewhat familiar to me, but I'm not sure where I've seen her before.
As they are let in by one of Leshawn's boys, we switch over to the downstairs mic's. There are just the usual greetings before we can hear TJ and the women start up the stairs inside. We quickly switch back to the upstairs mic's to catch them meeting Leshawn and Vernon waiting for them.
When the girls are talking while being introduced, one says her name is Jayne, and that's when it hits me. It's Jayne Thompson, she's an in-demand make-up artist who sometimes works at my wife's salon for selective clients. That's who I saw enter, she knows and sometimes works with my wife. Fuck it! This could screw everything up as I now may have a personal conflict within this case and may have to advise of my knowledge of a known associate and to withdraw myself altogether.
Of all the sluts he's brought back here, why do I have to know one of them? Alright, calm down. Most of the women that visit Leshawn are of no interest to our case, nor to the FBI's. So far, they appear to be just random women that they bring back from the clubs for sex, with only one woman we've noticed so far that has returned for a second go round during the time we've had them under surveillance over the last week.
Maybe this won't be an issue, maybe Jayne will simply have some free blow, get fucked and then go home never to be seen again. I should hold off on excusing myself, at least until I know more. And just maybe I can find out more about Jayne from Nora too, who and where she works besides with my wife, who her friends are, and any business partners perhaps. Anything that might get us a lead into who Leshawn's crew are in regular contact with, and who they do business with outside their crib. Then again, maybe TJ just met her at a local club, and Jayne's only chasing some free blow and a ride to pound town. Who knows.
For about thirty minutes, we can hear small talk between the three suspects and their sluts for the evening, along with them pouring drinks and what we assume is the women taking some nose candy. When it starts to get quiet, we know the usual fun has begun. This is the part that I find uncomfortable, not that I'm a puritan or anything when it comes to sex, but that I'm sitting here right next to Mila, with both of us having to listen to these women screaming out in pleasure while they're being mercilessly pounded for the next hour or so.
I mean, I thought my twenty to thirty minutes with my wife was always pretty good, but these guys are on another level. I guess that's probably what a mix of cocaine and Viagra does for you. Either way, we have to listen through all this, night after night. It's also clear where Leshawn gets his moniker 'Big Daddy' from, at 6'4 and muscle bound, it seems that it's not just his physical size and height that they are referring to.
Every woman they take upstairs at some point complains about Leshawn's size, that it hurts too much and that he's too big. That's usually minutes before they start screaming out in pleasure and begging for more, so go figure. And tonight, would be no different. I even hear Jayne repeatedly telling Leshawn how good he feels, and to fuck her harder and deeper right before she starts to cum. I feel like I'm listening in on the set of a damn porn movie.
When are these clowns ever going to discuss actual business? When are they going to give us something we can use?
It was almost 3am when the three women left the crib and thank fuck the sex romp was finally over after an hour and a half.
"You know they're probably all going home to their husbands and boyfriends right now, after a 'girl's night out'." Mila joked as we watched their Uber drive them away from the house.
"Fuck, I hope not. Imagine the state of their pussies right now after those three guys have taken multiple turns hammering them. I'd be surprised if they can walk properly for the next week." Agent Rogic replied with a small laugh.
"Yeah, okay focus. Maybe now they'll talk about business for once." I reiterated, more hoping than anything else at this point.
But they didn't, it's as if they know we're listening in on them. If only we could bug their conversations outside of their crib too, maybe then we'd be able to get something more on them and how their operations works. We suspect Leshawn's crew of being one of the biggest distributors of party drugs in LA County. While cocaine seems to be the main drug of choice, they also are known for pushing a wide range of amphetamines as well. Especially the types of drugs that people enjoy at parties, clubs, or for private functions that involve sex.
