Officer Dan responding to a call from Angela, a police dispatcher, saw them in front of the alley, congregating again.
Jesus, these hookers are like cockroaches; you just can't get rid of them
he thought to himself as he turned on the red & blue lights of his patrol car.
Dan thought about calling it in, but decided against it; he wasn't very well liked by his fellow cops these days. Nothing good would come from mentioning this to dispatch.
Officer Rosita, his former partner had just been assigned desk duty, pending an investigation thanks to testimony that Officer Dan had provided to Internal Affairs.
Bitch is lucky I didn't file a sexual harassment charge against her too for all of her little comments and groping
.
Stepping out of his cruiser, Officer Dan was an imposing figure 6'2", lean bicyclist's build with classic Italian features (dark curly hair, dark complexion and eyebrows that were a tad too thick).
"OK ladies, you know the drill. Vacate the area or I'll run you in." Dan said to the streetwalkers as he approached them.
Diverse group tonight
Dan thought as he looked the whores over; it was a mishmash of big hair, weaves, long nails, mini-skirts, thigh high boots, high heels, spandex and booty shorts that were one or two sizes too small.
Wow, a lot of streetwalkers here for a Wednesday,
Dan registered in the back of his mind, but didn't think much more about it.
He should have.
Nina (a beautiful, light-brown skinned Latina with short, pixie-cut dark hair, styled dark hair with wide expressive eyes and lashes and wearing a white blouse with tight, black liquid leggings and high heels) who also happened to be one of the older whores, came up to Dan,
a little too close
and said,"C'mon, Officer Dan, we're just trying to make a living like everyone else." and then added "We had kind of an
understanding
with Officer Rosita..."
Dan smirked and said, "Uh huh...well, I think that's over now, so---"
A sudden altercation down the alley caught Dan's attention; two of the whores were fighting.
One was an African-American woman (Dan would find out later that her name was LaTanya) with a bright red weave and glossy cherry-red lips & nails that matched it and wearing white skintight leggings and bodysuit with yellow pumps and the whore she was fighting with was a White chick with blonde-hair and a little too much eye-shadow and wearing a leather bra and miniskirt with matching go-go boots.
Not thinking, Dan ran down the dimly lit alley and put himself between the two angry harlots, trying to break up their fight. Dan was so engrossed in breaking up the fight that he didn't notice the movements around him; moving out of the shadows...
Dan noticed that the two squabbling sluts seemed to be less motivated in their fighting and were looking past him and around him.
Something isn't right here.
But it was too late.
Suddenly, the two prostitutes were no longer fighting each other, but were grabbing his arms.
"What the f---?!?" was all Dan got out before he saw movement out of the corner of his eyes and suddenly felt female hands all over him -- a contrast of nail lengths grabbing his arms chest and legs. Over eight whores were holding holding him immobile. Dan could smell a mixture of different cheap perfumes of the women holding him; it was slightly overpowering, but not unpleasant.
"What the fuck are you bitches doing?!" Dan screamed as more whores came out of the shadows to grab his arms and legs. One of the bitches was a half-Asian/half-Black chick with shiny blue-hair and matching lipstick wearing a belly-shirt with some stupid anime character on it, Daisy Dukes cutoff jeans, rainbow-colored leg warmers and Doc Martens boots. She had a pissed-off look on her face and then, as a fleeting thought, Dan remembered:
Oh yeah, I arrested her last week
.
And he felt someone trying to wrestle his gun out of his holster.
"NO!" he screamed and renewed his struggling, but it was hopeless- there were too many sluts holding him -- he could barely move.
And then his service revolver was pulled out of its holster.
Fuck Fuck Fuck!
Still struggling, Dan was dragged deeper into the alley.
No no no no no this isn't happening!
Dan thought. But it was. It was happening.
"ARE...ARE YOU FUCKING WHORES CRAZY? I'M A COP, YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" Dan said with a bravado he didn't feel.
Holy shit, there must be over twenty hookers here!
Dan thought as he looked around. He saw cruel smiles on their painted, glossy lips.
This is bad.
For a minute, the alleyway was completely silent except for the ambient sounds of the city.
Then, the clicking sounds of high heels walking towards Dan filled the alley.
And then Nina strutted into view; one hand was on her swaying hip, the other was holding his
revolver, her face had the demeanor of
all business, with a little room for revenge
.
"Nina...don't do something you'll regret later; just let me go, give me my gun and we'll pretend this never happened."
Nina shook her head and replied: "Oh no, we're way past
that
shit, honey."
Nina's anger building; a fire in her eyes, she said: "Oh no. You been harassing my girls, you cost Rosita her job...and she wasn't just a business partner, she was a
friend!
"