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John looked down the hall and replied, “Yes, I see two, one pointing this way and the other pointing down the other hall.”
“I'm not going through with the deal, not in here,” she replied in disgust. I can't take your money in here, they search me every day.”
“That's not very professional of you, a working girl like yourself should know not to stiff a customer. You might get a worse reputation than you already have.”
“Fine, you pay my husband then and when he gets the money, you get your pussy.”
“You're married?” John said with a chuckle.
“Two kids, what's it to you?”
“What kind of a husband lets his wife and mother of his children whore herself out like that?”
“I make more in fifteen minutes than my husband does in a week and he likes the money,” Cassidy snapped back. “Are you married?”
“Eight years to the same ice cold bitch.”
“Why aren't you home fucking her now?”
“What part of “Ice cold bitch” didn't you hear?”
“Don't try to pretend you're better than me asshole, you called me, not the other way around.”
“True, I guess in the long run, it's strictly a job. It's not like you're my wife. What does your husband do anyway?”
“None of your fucking business, now if you want your pussy, you can call his cell and give him your credit card number. When I get the message the money went through, you can shove your cock inside me, until then I have things to do.”
“Like stare at the toilet?” John joked.
“That toilet is getting closer to my snatch then you are.”
“What's his number?”
“Are you shitting me? There is no way you're fucking me in this jail.”
“But you said...”
“I was fucking with you dumb shit. Do you think I'm getting busted for prostitution while sitting in jail for driving on a suspended license?”
“Prostitution? I thought you were an escort?”
“I am.”
“If I pay your husband with a credit card over the phone, then there is no money changing hands and no proof I paid you for anything.”
“I think you're splitting hairs John, Either way, you fucking me between the bars while I'm locked up is probably against the law. I'm not a lawyer, but I'm sure it's frowned upon.”
John unzipped his pants and reached for the button when Cassidy took notice.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I want to show you what I got,” he replied.
“I don't want to see what you got, I've seen plenty of them before. I need a guard.”
“I think if you were getting a guard one would have been here by now.”
“What the fuck is going on here?” she asked shaking her head. “Is this set up? Are the guards in on it?”
John reached to the bars and to Cassidy's shock opened the door to the cell wide enough for him to step through. No alarms, no bells and whistles, just the sound of the metal on metal as the heavy doors slid across the track on the floor. “I didn't want to fuck through the bars, I wanted you on the cold steel bench.”
Cassidy slid back against the wall on the steel bench and put her feet up in a protective stance. Her arms crossed and fists clenched on her orange jump suit. “Get the fuck away from me,” she said in a stern low voice.
By now John had his pants down to his knees and his eighteen inch cock was dangling down swinging like a pendulum. “We had a deal, $300 for a blow job, or $500 for straight sex, no bare back. And I get to take pictures.”
“No money no deal, get the fuck away,” she said curling into a ball.
“Take your jumpsuit off,” John stated looking down at Cassidy.
“Good luck with that,” she replied and kicked out at John trying for his balls.
“This thing is twenty four inches hard,” John stated like a proud father. “Most women say it hurts like hell.”
Then from down the hall the sound of a door opening echoed through the hall and a voice called out, “Chief, we need you in dispatch.”
John leaned back out of the cell and signaled to the deputy that he would be there soon.
“You're the fucking police chief?” Cassidy asked in astonishment. “No wonder nobody drug your ass out of here. What the fuck is the police doing hiring an escort?”
“I told you, my wife is an ice cold bitch,” John replied. “Just because I'm a cop doesn't mean I don't need some pussy like everyone else.”
“Why don't you try working on your marriage?”
“She's too far gone, and I’m sick of her anyway.” John stuffed his cock back in his pants and zipped them up. “I’ll be back once I put out this fire, don’t get too comfortable.” Slipping back out of the cell, the police chief walked back down the hall to the door and disappeared into the dispatch office where he was confronted with two officers standing behind the safety glass restraining what looked like a much disheveled man. The chief pressed a button and spoke into a microphone. “What’s going on? Why do you need me?”
“You need to hear this sir,” an officer replied. His voice sounding like a squawk box over the tiny monitor speaker in the dispatch.
“Go ahead.”
“You need to come out here.”
“Fuck,” John said under his breath and made his way out of the dispatch to the lobby where the two officers were waiting. “This better be good,” John said in an frustrated and pissed tone.
In a hushed voice, the same officer said, “We caught this guy with your wife.”
“Holy shit, I didn’t think she had the ovaries to do that,” John replied with a shit eating grin on his face. “Who is he?”
“Dick Pillow according to his I.D.”
“That’s a pretty fucked up name, Dick Pillow. Is that your real name?” John asked.
“What’s it to ya dumb ass?” Dick Pillow replied.
“According to these fine officers, you were banging my wife, so I think it’s a lot to me, now answer my question.”
“I don’t have to answer your questions, I have rights.”
“Screwing my wife isn’t against the law, it’s against humanity, but not a crime. So we don’t have to give you any rights,” John said.
“If I’m not under arrest, then what the fuck am I doing here?”
“Let’s go out back and find out,” John said and motioned for the officers to escort Dick out the back door of the law enforcement center into the alley back by a dumpster. “Now, Dick Pillow, tell me about my wife.”
“What do you want to know?”
“How did you meet her?”
“Through a friend.”
“Ok, and how long have you been banging her?”
“Oh, off and on for about six months now.”
“And on a scale of one to ten, how good is she in bed?”
“That’s a pretty fucked up question for someone who is married to her.”
“I didn’t ask for your commentary on my questions, just give me your answer.”
Dick stood and thought for a moment and looked at the trash in the dumpster. “What kind of shit do cops throw away?”
“If you don’t answer my question in five seconds, you will be in that dumpster with a bullet.”
“She’s a four, maybe a five at best.”
“Really?” John said sardonically. “I would have given her a zero on her best day. Why did you give her such a high score?”
“Five is a shitty score, all she does is lay there and bitch about you while I fuck her. It’s like screwing a radio I can’t shut off. Sometimes I just want to shove a rag in her mouth so I can get the job done.”
“Although I hate the bitch, for some reason this is really pissing me off. When was the last time you fucked her?”
“About an hour ago, then these two fine officers caught me walking out the back door.”
“If she’s so lame a fuck, why do you keep fucking her?”
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nbsp; “She don’t charge.”
John looked to the officer to his right and said, “Did my wife see you grab him?”
“No, we picked him up on the sidewalk.”
“Did he have a car? Did he drive there?”
“There was no car in front of your house sir.”
Looking back at Dick Pillow, “Did you walk to my house?”
“Yeah, I only live twelve blocks away.”
John stood there and looked around as he thought hard about what was going on. “I’m not sure what to do,” he said aloud. “I sort of don’t care about this really. If she’s getting laid, so be it, it’s not like we like each other that much anyway.”
“You just said for some reason this really pissed you off, now what is it? Do you care or don’t you?” Dick asked.
“What are you? Some sort of back alley psychologist? Ask me about my mother, I dare you.”
“Just saying, never mind.”
“Well, since you ask, it does seem like an invasion of my privacy. For all I know, you could have been digging through my shit and stealing from me. Did you dig through any of my shit or steal from me?”
“No, I was just there to drop a load in the bitch and get out. It’s our Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday thing.”
“That explains that,” John said like he just had an epiphany.
“What?”
“She does the most laundry on those days and always changes the sheets on the bed. Now I know why, she’s washing out your splurge.”
“Probably, I tend to shoot off a pretty good sized load. Especially on Tuesday, it’s the first day. By Friday I’m pretty spent. I can blow mind you, but not much comes out.”
John shook his head and looked to his officers. “Let him go, you guys did the right thing bringing him to me, but I don’t give enough of a shit to care. As long as he isn’t stealing my shit he can fuck her all he wants.”
“Ok chief,” one of the officers replied and removed Dick Pillow’s cuffs.
“Are you going to walk me back into the law enforcement center or do I get to leave in the alley?” Dick asked.
“Just go,” John replied.
“How do I know you won’t put a bullet in my back and claim I was trying to escape?”
“I could do that without taking the cuffs of dumbshit. Now get out of here before I change my mind.”
“I don’t feel comfortable doing that,” Dick replied.
“Doing what?” John asked.
“Leaving like that, that’s how John Kennedy was killed you know. He thought he was let go then they shot him in the head.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” John asked.
“It was a conspiracy you know, he thought everything was fine and then bam, he was dead. Why else would he drive with the top down?”
“Are you comparing what we are doing to the Kennedy assassination?”
“Of course, once I leave, someone, most likely one of your coconspirators will shoot me in the head.”
“Who the fuck would want to assassinate you?”
“Oh, there are plenty of people who would like to see me dead. Don’t let the government fool you. They have eyes everywhere.”
“Are you some sort of nut? Get the fuck out of here before I put you back in jail for being fucking stupid.”
Dick took a long pause and looked John right in the eyes. “You will see.”
“Yeah, I will see, now git.”
With that said, Dick Pillow slowly walked away from the officers and stepped around the dumpster into the dark alley. He made slow and purposeful steps looking around as he went for anyone who might be out tonight to do him in.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” John said to his officers and opened the back door to the law enforcement center. All three stepped inside when they heard the sound of a single gunshot, then another and another. In a flash the three darted back outside and looked down the alley at the body of Dick Pillow, now lying flat on the ground with a noticeable chunk of skull missing from the side of his head. “Holy fuck he was right,” John said. “Call the ambulance, I’m going in for a cup of coffee.”
Chapter 3
The Photographer
Three months later at the Blonde Baby Beauty Salon, a tall good looking forty something man opened the door with a resounding ding. Entering through a second door, he is met by the owner of the salon Cassidy Rayne, dressed in skin tight pants and a low cut shirt that ran almost to her navel. The man, holding a camera bag looked quite surprised at the woman standing before him.
“You must be the photographer?” she asked politely.
“Yeah, I’m Dennis, we spoke over Facebook about a shoot.”
“Come on in,” she said motioning for Dennis to have a seat next to her nail counter. “Did you have a hard time finding the salon?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s sort of in an odd place actually.”
“Well, I’m glad you found it.”
Dennis looked around the salon and the first thing he noticed was there were no stations set up for hair. “What kind of salon is this?” he asked.
“I do nails, body wraps, toning, that sort of thing,” she replied.
“No hair?”
“No, just body and skin.”
Dennis seemed unusually nervous for someone who has taken professional portraits for more than twenty years. “So what kind of pictures did you want to do?” he asked trying not to notice her camel toe under the table top and protruding nipples above.
Seeming a bit nervous, Cassidy replied, “You do know about my past as a porn star right?”
Dennis sat dumbfounded. “Porn star?”
“Yeah, I’ve been shooting porn for the last seven years. Started when I was eighteen.”
“Here? In the Midwest?”
“No, I went out to California out of high school and got into the porn business. Been doing it ever since.”
“Then why the salon?”
“I can do more than just porn silly,” she replied with a grin. Her fair skin and dark eyes surrounded by her shoulder length hair.
“Is that what you want to do now? With me?”
“If that’s alright with you,” she replied.
“No, that’s fine,” he replied wondering if he was in an episode of candid camera. “When do you want to shoot?”
Pushing the bottles of nail polish around on her countertop, she replied, “It will take me about a half hour to get ready.”
Dennis looked around the salon and asked, “Where do you want to shoot?”
“I got a spare room in the back, it’s pretty good size. If you want, you can set up your equipment.”
Feeling nervous again, Dennis shook his head and headed for the door. “I’ll grab my gear and get set up, let me know when you want to start.”
Twenty minutes later, the backdrops and lights were in place. Cassidy walked into the spare room dressed only in a bra holding some clothes in her hand. “What do you think I should wear?” she asked.
Dennis, trying not to look down at her naked body pondered the question and looked at the skirts she had brought in. “This one,” he said pointing to the plaid skirt. “It looks like a schoolgirl outfit.”
Cassidy turned around and looked in the mirror holding the skirt in front of her leaving her smooth curved ass in plain view. Dennis took a long look and caught himself staring.
“It’s ok, you can look,” Cassidy said with a smile. “If you didn’t stare I would wonder about you.”
For the next ten minutes Cassidy tried on and on, over and over different sets of clothing each skimpy and revealing. She had a set of heels that looked like something from a freak show each seven or eight inches high.
“How do you walk in those?” Dennis asked.
“I only have to walk from the pole to the side of the stage to get my tips, I don’t run in them.”
“Are you ready to shoot?” Dennis asked holding his camera in a ready stance.
“Ready
when you are,” Cassidy replied and moved to the center of the room with the backdrop behind her. “Should we start dressed or nude?” she asked.
Without a flinch, Dennis replied, “Nude,” and waited for a reaction. He got nothing other than to watch the hot girl strip for free five feet in front of him again.
“How is this?” she asked standing only in heels.
“Very nice,” he replied and tried to fire off a few test shots. The flash from the umbrella lit up the room as the girl squatted and spread her legs showing off her freshly shaven pussy.
“Should I spread it?” she asked.
“Yeah, try that,” he replied with a lump in his throat.
Cassidy reached down between her legs and placed her fingers on each side of her pussy lips and spread them apart with a smile. Hiding behind the camera, Dennis fired of shot after shot getting closer and closer as the girl ground back and forth.
“How does it look?” Cassidy asked.
Dennis looked up in stunned surprise. “Honestly, I’ve never shot anything like this before, it looks like God to me so keep going. Digital is cheap, not like we’re paying for film here.”
Cassidy rolled around on the floor spreading her legs and gyrating her pelvis into view for Dennis and his camera. She eyed the camera and made sexy poses licking her nipples and playing with her tits. It was obvious she had done this many times before. Unlike Dennis who was fighting back a raging boner. “How many photo shoots have you done?” he asked trying to make small talk.
“Hundreds,” she replied.
“You seem comfortable doing this,” he added.
“I know how to make the boys happy, I’m very good at what I do.”
Dennis paused for a second. “Can you put a finger inside?” he asked nervously, expecting to get yelled at. Before he could make another comment, Cassidy slipped her finger into her pussy and made room for Dennis to get an extreme close up of her fine pink skin. “How many pictures do you want?” he asked.
“As many as you want to do,” she replied.
For the next two hours Cassidy put on a show like Dennis had never seen before. He had been to strip clubs, but this was like a strip club on steroids and he was getting a private show for free. He was amazed at her ability to pose and she needed very little direction. He basically pointed and shot, and felt like anyone with a camera could do a great job with her.