-- Wednesday --
Oh! My! Gawd! After all the frustrations and setbacks, I had been way too desperate for attention and admiration. After all the edging and excitement, I had been way too needy for objectification and commodification. After all the stuff that had happened, I had been way too greedy for my own good. Too bimboy! Too dangerously!
Only problem? None of that had crossed my mind when I was cruising around the barrio 'cause I was living in the moment. It didn't cross my mind when I walked up to that vehicle 'cause I was living for the moment. As I said, too bubbly and too imbecile, which I learned the hard way when the handcuffs clicked around my wrists.
BUSTED!
I was getting arrested! For real! I had picked some undercover cops to solicit. For sure! Could you believe it? After all I had done prior, this was when they got me? I mean, I had worked as a nude sign holder and stripped naked on a food concourse. I had performed as LGZ hoe and fucked a buncha gangbangers in an underpass. All that risky stuff and not a thingie had happened 'cause I had been protected by the gang.
Worse thingie? This was my own fault! I had decided to act on my own. I had decided to go hustling without LGZ guidance. I had picked the wrong time and place and car all by myself. Gulp! Worst thingie? I had never had any kinda run-in with the law before. I hadn't even gotten a speeding ticket up to this point. A single thoughtless action and it would haunt me forever. Totally bubbly! Totally imbecile!
The two cops really looked like your prototypical Latino gangbangers. Maybe, too stereotypical 'cause fake. Duh! Anyway, they were a classic young-old combo as the older dude, called Sosa by the way, was a 50ish officer sporting gelled back, pitch black hair and a moustache whereas the younger dude, called Cordoba, was a 20ish muscular military type of guy with tattoo sleeves. Apart from that, they weren't a chatty combo, 'cause they didn't tell me any kinda thingie except my rights. Duh! I was way too intimidated to do much talking anyway. That was why we basically kept silent the entire way.
Where? To the local police station! Duh! When we arrived at the building, it turned out to be a super small brick house with a large main room where the officers sat at small cubicles. Apart from that, there seemed to be an individual office for the captain and some kinda evidence room at the left side as well as two interrogation rooms on the right side of the main room. Oh, there was also a holding tank at the other end.
That was exactly where the cops where taking me. Good thingie? I was sitting all alone in my holding cell, or more like I was the only detained person in the entire holding tank. Bad thingie? The two cops frog-marched me through the entire main room with my arms cuffed behind my back. That way, each and every officer got a good look at me. Oh my gawd! I literally felt their disdainful looks and scornful head shakes washing over me. They took me for a street hooker the moment they saw me, that much was clear. Oh Lordy! The most contemptuous look came from the captain himself who was a blonde, handsome dude about the same age as me. So holier-than-thou! So self-righteous!
"Is it time for our regular prostitution stings yet again?" One of the detectives in suit and tie asked the undercover cops.
"Nah! We netted this one in passing. She was just too easy to spot!" The younger cop responded.
"Yeah! This one deserves a Darwin award for the least subtle way to turn tricks." The older cop added.
Oh jeez! It wasn't enough that the entire police force took me for a hooker. Now, they laughed at me for being the dumbest whore ever. Apparently, I hadn't acted like the street walkers they usually caught in their stings, which shoulda made me proud, right? Usual or not! Conspicuous or not! The derisive laughter made me flush in embarrassment all the same, so much so that it felt like my skin turned deep red from head to toe. Gasp! More than that, the blushing remained all the way to the holding tank and didn't even stop there. Gulp!
Doom and gloom!
Holy moly! The cell was like a box of concrete, as in super dark and ultra filthy. The grey walls and metallic bars made the place look ultra dreary and extra dismal, so much so that it didn't get better with the passing of time. Actually, there was a lot of time going by 'cause the cops made me wait in the cell for super long.
Minutes?!? Hours?!? Dunno! So much time that I lost track. So much time that my mind started wandering. Truth be told, I kinda began scrutinizing my situation 'cause it seemed like it had taken a buncha unexpected turns lately.
It's not your life that sucks but the tough luck following you, girl! Look at all the missed chances in your past. Look at all the wasted time at your work. This was a golden opportunity to get attention and relief from some dudes. This was too good to miss out on. What a lost chance! What squandered potential! Oh yeah, that was the B.I.M.B.O. appealing to my conscience.
What was really bad, though, were my surroundings. I so couldn't spend more time in this holding cell! It was totally damp in here, so much so that the walls were crumbling and the floor was wet. I couldn't even use the stainless-steel toilet 'cause unflushed. Dang! My dread and horror were growing by the moment! Just as much, my agitation and tension were growing by the second. Holy shoot! The prospect of spending the night in this dreadful place was slowly becoming reality.
When I was ready to make a fuss, as in scream my head off and rattle at the bars, the young undercover cop returned to take me away to the interrogation room. By then, I had already earned a nickname at the station. The 'Darwin Dummy' running the gauntlet once more. The 'Darwin Dummy' getting laughed outta the main room once more. Pant!
The interrogation room was super small and the furnishing looked really old. In the middle of the room stood a table with two chairs, a glowing lamp, and fixated handcuffs. There was a two-way mirror opposite the door and a whiteboard on the wall behind the table. For sure, this wasn't the most high-end police station ever.
No matter what, any kinda thingie was better than spending another second in that awful holding cell. Apparently, the inked Military dude knew it as well, 'cause he was really nice and civil, so much so that he abstained from cuffing me to the table 'cause I really didn't look like I was posing a flight risk. Tihi! Of course, he questioned me about 'Loz Gandallazzz', asking stuff about the gang members and their pimp businesses and drug operations. Of course, I couldn't really answer any of those questions, 'cause I didn't know complicated stuff like that. I mean, I wasn't a business partner or consultant for the gang. I was just an LGZ Bimb-ho, right?
What a predicament! What a dilemma!
Most of all, I couldn't talk about LGZ, 'cause I so wasn't a snitch. I mean, Sir Da-Rod had basically freed me from my boring life and started my journey into bimbofication. Checo had carried on his work and finished my transformation into a bouncy, blissful bimbo. So, I totally had to be grateful to the gang. Duh!
