Chapter 1
Toni pushed open the door to the Vice Squad and went through, stopping to look around at the mess and disorder in the long, low, narrow room with ill concealed distaste.
She didn't really want to come here. It was both a blessing and a curse that brand new young policewomen had the opportunity for rapid advancement in Vice.
She would get to avoid the boring radio patrols that spent too much time breaking up domestic disputes, breaking up drunken brawls, and writing tickets to surly motorists, and would jump immediately to plain clothes.
Male cops spent years applying unsuccessfully for plain clothes work.
On the other hand, the reason why she was allowed to bypass the boring, but time worn radio patrol initiation, was also the reason why Vice was no happy appointment for police women. Instead of wearing an ugly uniform she would get to wear cheap, revealing clothing and act like a whore on the street, posing as a prostitute to catch Johns.
It was, she knew, dirty work. Standing around in skin tight pants, or mini skirts with your tits hanging out, and marching up and down on the sidewalk in stiletto heels for hours was nothing to be proud of. Nor was it pleasant work listening to the obscene proposals from passing men, and offering herself to them for money.
Still, a couple of years and she would be a detective rather than just a plain clothes cop. That was years before most men could even think of applying. It would be unpleasant at Vice, but she could handle it. It wasn't like she was some innocent virgin.
Girls who grew up in New York weren't very innocent by the time they reached her age, and those who grew up in the Bronx even less so. She doubted the Johns would use any language she hadn't heard often enough from the guys she'd hung with. "Yeah?"
She turned her attention to a fat little guy with a receding hairline who was standing in front of her. She was five feet eight, which wasn't all that tall, but he was shorter. He was chewing on half a cigar and his face looked like it hadn't been shaved in a couple of days.
Being in Vice, the fact that he looked like a disreputable scumbag didn't necessarily mean he was. She looked past the open shirt and gold chains, down to his belt. Sure enough, he had a badge stuck into it and a holster on the side.
"I'm Antonia Torelli. I just been assigned here."
"Yeah? Go see Lieutenant Becker. He's the big nigger in the corner by the cage." He pointed towards a big black guy with a completely shaved head. Toni nodded and moved past him, carrying her papers.
"Hey, kiss my ass, fuck face," Becker snapped at a blonde Aryan looking guy sitting on a desk.
"You Lieutenant Becker?" Toni asked, interrupting.
He turned and glared at her. The Aryan guy turned and gave her the once over as well. "Why?"
"I'm Antonia Torelli. I just been assigned here."
He scanned her up and down and held out his hand. She shoved the file into his hands but he tossed it on the desk without looking at it.
"Cute. Real cute. Turn around."
"Huh?"
"Turn the fuck around." She glared and turned around, then back. "Nice ass. You'll be real popular." She glared harder, not wanting to start out at her job by telling her boss to get fucked. "Carla!"
"What?"
"Get your ass over here."
A tall black woman in her mid-thirties came over from another desk, scowling impatiently.
"What the fuck you want, baldy?"
"Watch your mouth, bitch!" he growled. His tone and expression changed abruptly. "Got a new whore for you. Get her dressed nice so the Johns come arunnin'."
Carla turned her glare on Toni.
"Where you from?"
"The Bronx."
"No, you dumbass, what division?"
"She's a fuckin' rookie, straight outa the academy," Becker said.
"Awwww Shhheeiiitt," Carla sighed, shaking her head.
Toni was not feeling very loved at the moment.
"Well, come on then, cherry. We'll find you somethin' nice ta wear," Carla sighed, nodding her head as she moved towards a narrow door in the far wall. Toni followed, glaring at her back.
She followed her into a room not much more than six by eight. It was crowded with a chest and table and racks of clothes along the wall.
"Git yer' clothes off, sweetie."
Carla sat on the table watching as Toni peeled out of her jeans, shirt, and jacket. When she was standing in panties and bra, Carla made a sign at the bra.
"You ain't gonna be wearin' that, baby. We'll find a nice tight push up bra to shove your tits out at the world an' git the Johns all horny."
Resigned, Toni stripped off the bra, then stood there in just her panties, shuffling self-consciously from foot to foot as Carla searched through the drawers and came out with some colorful looking clothing.
She tossed her a black leather bra and a pair of black leather pants.
"These should fit you. Anyways, give em' a try. You got a nice body there, white girl. I could go for you myself."
Toni glared at her suspiciously as Carla grinned, then she bent and slipped on the bra. It was too loose. She was a thirty four C and it looked to be made for someone with Carla's big tits.
Carla took it back and handed her an identical bra. It slipped under her tits and pulled tightly against them, mashing them together and squeezing them against her chest.
"That looks good," Carla said.
"I can hardly fuckin' breath," Toni complained.
"That's the way it's supposed to look."
"Half my tits are hanging out!" Toni protested.
"Can't catch fish without bait, baby," Carla snickered.
"Shit."
She pulled on the pants. Carla got behind her and added her hands as they tugged and yanked on the things until they were finally closed. They were more than skin tight. Toni thought that every vein and goose bump would be visible in the things. They squeezed her crotch incredibly tight, and cupped her ass cheeks in a sweaty grip.
"Nice," Carla said. "You got a nice round ass. Make sure you point it at the road a lot and all the Johns will come like bears after honey, wantin' to stick their dicks up your asshole."
"Fuck you," Toni glared. Carla didn't take offense, laughing instead.
"Honey, you got trouble with language, you better find another job."
"I ain't got no trouble with language, okay."
"Fine wit' me. Now listen, you know the codes for sex acts?"
"Yeah, yeah. I know all that."
"Okay, just remember, you can't offer them anything for money. They have to do the offering."
"I know."
Carla stripped then. She wore no underwear and despite her annoyance, Toni had to admire the trim, muscular black woman's physique. Carla had a voluptuous figure to go with her height, big round breasts with giant nipples, a big round ass, and a tiny waist.
"Like it?" Carla snickered, bending forward and spreading her legs, giving Toni a good shot of her pink fleshed snatch.
Toni flushed and turned away as Carla cackled and drew on a tiny mini-skirt. She slipped a little black G-string on beneath it, then pulled on a lacy white bra and a translucent pink top.
"How do I look?" she asked.
"You look like a whore."
"Good."
She looked critically at Toni, then her hand came up to Toni's hair, flicking at it as she tsked. "What are you.. "
"We got to do somethin' with your hair."
"What's wrong with it?"
"It looks to tough. Let's try an' part it in the middle. You got a young face. Let's try and make you look innocent."
Toni snorted in disgust. "I ain't been innocent for almost ten years."
"Yeah, well, let's try an' look like it anyways."
She took out a brush and carefully parted Toni's black hair in the middle, twisting it a little to leave some short bangs over her forehead.
"Nice ... nice," she breathed. She stood back then and admired her work.
"Great. You look like an innocent little virgin. With that face and that ass, the guys will come running. Just remember, you're, let's say ... seventeen. You can pass for that. Guys like em' young."
"Right."
"Too bad you wasn't a blonde. You got light enough skin. Why don't you dye your hair?"
"Why don't you?"
Carla cackled again, her big breasts shaking and bouncing in her lacy bra.
"Ain't got the skin for it, baby. Well, we can git a long blonde wig for you. That'll really draw em' around. You'll rack up lots of arrests and get your little white ass up to robbery or somethin', away from us degenerates down here in Vice.
"That sounds good to me," Toni grumbled.
"Now let's get out there before they start makin' jokes bout' us being dykes or somethin'. " She started to move to the door, then stopped and turned to Toni again.
"You better be prepared for some smart ass remarks. These guys ain't exactly the most polite in the world. Just tell em' to fuck off if they bug you."
"Hey, where to I put my gun?"
Carla grabbed a little black purse off a shelf and shoved it into her arms.
"My gun ain't gonna fit in that," Toni said dubiously.
"Why not? Ahh, shit, don't tell me you only gots your service revolver." Toni nodded.
"That thing ain't good for shit." She pulled out a wicked little thirty two automatic from her purse and showed it to Toni.
"This is small, has fourteen shots and with the hollow point bullets gives a kick like a mule."
"I thought hollow points were illegal."
"Fuck that. You want to get your ass shot off by some wacko just cause some pencil pushin' asshole downtown is afraid of you hurtin' em' too much?" She shoved the thirty-two into Toni's purse.
"I got another in my desk. Make sure you buy one tomorrow."
"Uh, okay, thanks."
Thanks nuthin'. You gonna be with me I want you to watch my back. I ain't no fuckin' baby sitter neither."
"I don't need no baby sitter," Toni glowered. She followed Carla out into the main squad room as a chorus of hoots and cat-calls greeted them. "Hey, Carla. Fifty for a blow job," the little fat guy offered. "Fuck you, asshole."
"How bout you sweet cheeks?" The aryan guy taunted, slurping wetly.
"Hey, kiss my ass," She glared.
"Okay!" several cops offered at once.
"Shut the fuck up!" Becker snarled at them all. He turned to the two women then and nodded his head, lips pursed.
"Okay, Torelli, you go out with Carla tonight. Jenkin, Schultz, Morgan, and Washington will be your dates." He pointed at the blonde aryan guy, who was Jenkin, it seemed, the little fat guy with his hairy chest showing, and two new guys that had just wandered up, Washington, a thin black guy, and Morgan, who was a six foot five monster in a crew cut and football jersey.
"You watch what Carla says and does. She's a real pro."
"Yeah, from experience, I bet," Schultz snickered.
"Eat shit, Kraut," Carla scowled.
The six of them drove down to forty-second street in a van and an unmarked car. Carla and Toni took up positions on a likely corner while the guys spread out around them.
"Just remember," Carla said, "you never, under any circumstance, get in the fuckin' car with em'. I don't give a shit how helpless or innocent they look. Better to blow the bust than get in there, understand?"
"Yeah, sure."
It didn't take long for their first customer to roll to a halt. Carla sauntered forward, her ass wiggling. Toni trailed obediently behind. Carla leaned forward, letting her tits hang down for the John to see as he peered out of his Cadillac.
"Hey, baby. How you doin'?" she asked.
"How much for a fuck?"
"Why, I dunno, baby, what you lookin' for?" Carla said, rolling her tongue around.
"I just want to fuck you. What's the standard rate?"
"I ain't MacDonalds, baby. Make me an offer."
"Fifty bucks."
"Okay. That'll do it."
Morgan and Washington screeched to a halt in the sedan, blocking the man's car. They jerked his door open and dragged him off as Carla backed away, pulling Toni with her. Five minutes later the tow truck had taken the car away, while the guy had been driven off by a black and white.
"That was sure easy," Toni said.
"It usually is sweetie, but you can never tell. Some of these guys are wackos and got guns an' knifes. You got to assume they all are, just incase."
The next car slid up only ten minutes later. Again, Carla led Toni up beside it and leaned forward.
"Hey, there, big guy," she grinned at a big, blunt looking guy inside.
"I'm lookin' for something special," he said.
"Yeah? Well, we aim to please," Carla smiled wider.
"I want to see you an' the white girl together."
"What, me an' her? What you want us to be doin'?"
"I want to see you to do a lezzie number, suck each other's cunt."
"An for why wold we do that, my man?"
"I'll give you a hundred bucks."
"Uh, uh. Not if you gonna fuck us after."
"I only want to fuck her. I'll pay a hundred and fifty then."
"Okay, sounds good. I love suckin' little white girls anyway."
Okay was the signal word and Schultz and Jenkin were already moving in. Toni and Carla backed away as they wrestled the guy out of his car and threw him over the hood.
"Some fun, huh?" Carla grinned.
"Yeah, sure."
Not all the Johns showed up right away. They had to walk up and down for long stretches of time as the night wore on. Toni's feet got tired in the tall stiletto heels she was wearing and she wound up walking in little mincing steps, it wasn't too long before she realized that any walking at all in the super tight pants was going to have an effect on her pussy.
Toni wasn't a whore or anything, but the leather pants were squeezing around her cunt like a fist, and as she walked, her thighs sent the rubbed the leather and her cotton panties back and forth against her squashed cunt mound, producing a warm tingling at first, then gradually a hot burning lust.
The hotter her pussy got, the more she started to really get into her act, sauntering, wagging her ass at the cars, coming onto the Johns when they stopped. She knew that she was being recorded, and that the guys could hear, but she somehow didn't care.
"Hey honey," the rich looking man said as he leaned over to scan her.
"Hey there, my man," She grinned, leaning way over so he could see most of her bulging tits.
"You working?" he asked.
"What would you like baby, a little suck? I suck like a vacuum, baby."
"Yeah? I'll five you forty."
"Forty? For forty you just get a normal suck," she taunted, "for sixty I'll deep throat ya."
"No shit? You deep throat?"
"Ooooh yeahhh. I just love to take big boners down my throat," she purred, licking her lips.
"Okay. sure. Sixty bucks."
"Don't you want to fuck me after?" She pouted.
"How much?'
"Well, I dunno, do you wanna really pound it to me. That takes a lot out of me you know on account of me being multi-orgasmic."
"Multi-orgasmic?"
"Oh shit, yeah. I come like a fuckin' maniac, over and over again. I can hardly work for an hour afterwards."
"I'll give you a hundred to fuck you too."
"Okay man."
Her pussy was steaming as she slid her tongue along her lips and gave him a cat-like look, then Carla grabbed her arm and pulled her back as the guys showed up and dragged him out of the car.
"What the fuck you doin', girl?" Carla growled, shaking her. "All you needed was the forty. You should have given the key word then."
"I wanted to see how high I could get his price."
"What the fuck for?"
"A girl likes to be valued, Carla." She snickered, prancing away.
"Dumb white whore" Carla shook her head and sighed.
Toni's cunt was burning so feverishly now that she was sweating all over. Her hair was getting damp and her body was sticking to her leather clothes. She was charged and needed somewhere to let off steam.
"Hey, Carla. I gotta go to the can."
"We only been here a couple a' hours."
"I gotta go."
Carla grumbled under her voice, then pointed at a restaurant across the street.
"I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Yeah, well, see that you do."
Toni hurried across the street and went into the restaurant, making her way to the back. There was a narrow hallway there that led to the rest rooms. As she was going down it a man came out of the men's room and eyed her appreciatively.
"Well, hi there, honey."
"Hi, yourself," Toni grinned, still feeling hot and cocky.
"You must be new round here."
"uh, huh."
"You got a hot body there."
"It's feelin' real hot, right now," she growled, grinning up at him.
"That so? Maybe I got somethin' that can cool it down a mite." He leaned forward, his arms around her as he trapped her against the wall. She looked into his face only inches away, and was seized with an almost overpowering urge to grab him and rape him right there. She'd never felt this hot before in her life.
Then his arms slid around her and pulled her to him. His lips came down on hers and his tongue darted into her mouth. She returned the grip passionately, not protesting at all when his hands slid onto her rounded ass cheeks and squeezed them tightly.
She groaned, flickering her tongue against his as his right hand slid down onto her breasts and started rubbing the skin above the little bra.
Then Carl grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and tossed him against the far wall.
"Get the fuck outa here," she glared, her hand halfway out of her fist, the gun visible. The guy gulped, then backed off, staggering down the hall and out into the restaurant proper. Carla turned to glare at Toni, who was leaning back against the wall, panting heavily.
She grabbed her by the arm and shoved her forward into the ladies room. It was empty and Carla pushed her against a wall, glaring angrily.
"What the fuck is the matter with you?"
"Nothing," Toni replied, sulkily.
"You dumb cunt. You that turned on by this? You are, ain't you. Were you gonna just let that guy fuck you right there in the hallway or what?"
"I wasn't gonna let him fuck me,"
"Yeah, sure. You so hot you burnin' up. I seen girls get off like that before on the hooker thing."
Toni pushed herself away from the wall but Carla shoved her back against the hard tiles.
"I'm not ... "
"Bullsheeeit."
Carla suddenly jammed her hand in between Toni's thighs and squeezed her cunt hard. Toni gasped and tried to wriggle away, but Carla was a lot bigger and stronger. She repeatedly squeezed, kneaded, and rubbed at Toni's crotch as she kept her forced back against the wall.
She grabbed Toni's wrists and forced them together against the wall above the younger woman's head, holding them in place with just one of her big hands as she continued to squeeze her leather clad cunt.
After thirty seconds Toni no longer fought her. She slumped back against the wall as her cunt began to burn like a bonfire. Carla squeezed harder, her hand sliding right in between Toni's slim thighs to cup her pubic mound from underneath and push upwards hard.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!" Toni sighed.
"Yeah, you ain't hot," Carla snorted. Her strong fingers continued to knead the hot flesh of Toni's cunt through the leather pants and after long moments, Toni's pelvis began to helplessly hump back out at her.
"Oh Jesus ... Jesus ... Jesus, Uhhh ... Uhhhnnnggh!" Her eyes rolled upward and her ass started rubbing and grinding against the tiles as she humped down at Carla's hand.
Her vision flared red as a wave of carnal ecstasy ran up and down her spine. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream that turned into a series of squeaks, then short, sharp grunts that sounded like animal bark.
"Ungh! Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung!" she gasped, her back arching as she jammed her crotch down onto Carla's hand.
She came furiously, her head rolling against the wall, her body slapping heavily as she ground herself against Carla's manipulative fingers.
Finally it was over and, gasping and moaning, she slid to the ground as Carla stepped back and let her go.
"You okay now? Can we get back to work without you rapin' the Johns?"
Toni hugged herself tightly, mortified now at her behaviour and at the stern faced older woman's easy and arrogant manipulation of her body. Unable to speak, she meekly followed the tall black woman back out onto the streets.