When Gerri got home, she drank a strong rum and coke and quickly mixed another. "What the hell did I just do?" She thought to herself. She took a big drink of her cocktail. "I just fucked a filthy street bum to solve a case. And when we finished, I offered to do it again. What is wrong with me?"
She carried her drink into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As she stripped, she looked at her 5'6" ebony body in the mirror, and thought, "Not too bad for being 31-years-old. I've managed to not gain any weight and to keep a fairly decent body since graduating from high school. And I've always dated decent looking professional men." She paused and took a big drink. "So how in the hell did I end up with an old dirty homeless man? And how can he be the best fuck I've ever had?"
She finished her drink and jumped in the shower. She spent more than 20 minutes washing the dirt and odor from her body after her evening with Lenny. After drying off, she downed another drink and then got the best night's sleep she's had in months.
"So, what did you do last night, Gerri?" her partner Ron asked the next morning as they climbed into their patrol car.
"N-n-not m-much," she mumbled. "I went for a walk and then had a couple of drinks and turned in early."
"Probably a good idea after you almost single-handedly solved those two murders. Impressive, Gerri. That should make the brass take notice."
"I hope you're right, Ron. It would be nice to get some respect for something other than being a black female cop hired as part of the mayor's quota system."
"Well, damn partner! If you don't get respect for this, you won't get it for anything."
The next two weeks were fairly routine. There were traffic stops, domestic calls, pick pockets, prostitutes, car accidents and minor thefts. We were nearing the end of our shift on Saturday night when the radio squawked, "All units, respond to a possible 10-44 at Booth Park."
"Great!" Ron said. "A possible riot at the end of our shift. Just freakin great!"
Gerri and Ron were the second car to arrive at the park, but by then the rioters were gone leaving just a few bodies on the ground. The ambulances took the four injured parties to the hospital, accompanied by several policemen. Bullet and knife wounds seemed to have caused the injuries, but none of the thugs were talking. Two days later, they still weren't talking, and the police discovered that none of the cameras in the park had picked up anything.
On Tuesday, Gerri was driving home from work when her cell phone rang. "Hello. This is Gerri."
There was a long pause, and then she heard a male voice say, "Do you want to trade that hot pussy for a video?"
She was stunned. "Uh,.... Well uh... Uh... L-L-Lenny? Is that you, Lenny?"
She heard him chuckle and say, "I have a video you might by interested in, but it's gonna cost you more of that pussy."
Gerri's whole body began to tingle, but she wasn't sure whether it was because she thought about getting fucked by the older black man again or because she thought about solving another crime with his help.
"Are you there, Gerri?"
"Uh,... Yeah, uh... I, uh... I'm definitely interested in your video."
"What about getting that hot little pussy fucked? Interested in that??"
"Uh,... Y-y-yeah. I'm, uh.. Yeah."
Lenny told her where they should meet and she turned her car and quickly drove to the alley that Lenny called home. She parked and started down the alley when Lenny stepped out from behind a dumpster. She caught herself smiling as she looked at the older man who had turned her into a wanton whore when he last fucked her.
"Are you grinning because of the video or because I'm going to fuck you again?"
She had a big grin and said, "Maybe both."
He decided to test the little black cop, and said, "I suppose I could be a good citizen and just give you the video."
"Oh no! Oh no!" She quickly said. "A deal is a deal. I know what I have to do to get the video."
"Well, I don't want you to 'have' to do it."
She lightly punched his arm and said, "OK! OK! I want your cock. I want you to fuck me again Lenny. Please."