Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-13 CHRIS' MISFORTUNE
17 year old Christopher Gardner lay on a dirty cum stained mattress. His mind was starting to clear as he came down off his high. He looked around the run-down dirty room he was imprisoned, and wondered where he went wrong.
His thoughts went back to the day he was kidnapped by Tempest's men. He and his suburban buddies (Tommy Diggs and Nicolas Shaw) drove down into the poorer side of North Philly to buy drugs. Word on the street was that this new drug "Sextacy" was mind numbing erotic, causing induced orgasms and hallucinations (and possible death). This was confirmed when news hit the airwaves of radio and TV, and Chris's father (officer Bruce Gardner aka the Terminator) started warning his children to stay away from it. Of course this only fueled Chris's desires to try it even more.
The first time they bought the drug, they quickly reserved themselves into one of the boy's basements. Nick was from a broken home with a single parent. His mother often worked two jobs to support him and his little brother, so there was often no one home when he came from school. They found their designated spots (sitting in a circle on creates and boxes), and began sniffing up the drug. In a relatively short time, they began to feel the reactions. Hot flashes, sweats, fever, nausea, heat, excitement.... In no time the boys were giggling for no reason, laughing out loud, and stripping their clothing. Nick was the first to start stroking his boner, followed by Tommy, then Christopher. Each boy watched the other, feeling sexual excitement build between them.
Watching his friends jack off in front of him was more than Christopher could ask for. He had long wondered what his friends looked like naked, and now he had first hand knowledge of their hardons pumping before him. So engrossed in their pricks, he hadn't even realized he had moved from his seat until one of their dicks (Nick's) touched his lips.
"Suck it, man! Go ahead, suck it!" ordered the boy, grabbing Christopher by the back of the head and making him take his cock into his mouth.
"Holy shit!" exclaimed Tommy, moving in closer to the action.
Nick fucked his kneeling friend's mouth fast and furious, ramming his 6 and 1/2 inch cock into the boy's inexperienced mouth like a maniac. Chris was in shock, his eyes bulged as the cock moved quickly back and forth between his lips. The drugs in his system had slowed his reaction time, and it took him a moment to realize exactly what was happening to him. But before he could react, Tommy grabbed him roughly by the hair and pulled him off of Nick's boner. Nick's cock fell from Chris's mouth, dripping wet and shinning with his spit. Chris took in a deep breath, ready to protest when his mouth was suddenly rammed by Tommy.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" moaned the teen, feeling his cock incased in Chris's oral cavity.
He fucked and humped his friend's face, high off Sextacy and horny to cum. Chris tried to pull away, but the grip on his hair tightened painfully, keeping him and his mouth in place. Tommy's cock was slightly longer than Nick's, but much skinner. It slipped in and out of Chris's mouth and into the back of his throat. Before he knew it, he was deep throating his 17 year old friend down to the balls.
"Awww shit! Yeah! Yeah!" yelled Tommy, shooting his hot spunk.
Chris wasn't even aware he was swallowing Tommy's juices, he was too busy jacking his own cock madly while his friend unloaded down his throat.
"My turn! My turn!" said Nick, yanking Chris's head from Tommy's spewing prick. The 7" cock popped from Chris's mouth, shooting it's last two spurts of seed across the boy's wet face and ear. Nick jammed his dick back into Chris's oral inferno, and began to quickly fuck it hard. Chris was working his own cock hard with his fist, and started cumming just as Nick pulled his cock from his mouth and began drenching his upturned face in jizm. 2 minutes later, the boys repeated it.
That was merely a week ago, since then the boys had been getting high together regularly. They always drove up right after school hours, figuring the influx of teens in the streets would help camouflage them from any spying cops that might otherwise wonder what the white suburban teens were doing in this predominately black neighborhood. On this particular day, Chris was selected to find the drug dealer and buy the drugs, -this was because he and his friends mistakenly figured his identity would keep him safe from harm.
"Quent!" called Chris, walking through the emptying school yard, dressed in ripped black jeans and a torn black rock band shirt. There were a few guys still present, Chris knew none of them, but figured they were probably friends of Q's. He only knew Quentin through some Central High student named Louis, who knew a dealer close by. Quentin was young, just 19 years old but already well versed in criminal mischief. He didn't attend Central, but often sold the students drugs before and after school hours. He's been Chris's supplier for the past week.
"White-boy! Wussup? Back again?" laughed Quent and his boiz. Chris felt uncomfortable every time he did business in the ghetto, being from the suburbs and having a racist police officer as a father, he'd heard nothing but bad things about North Philly and the blacks that lived there. Now he stood nervously before 4 of them. All male. All angry looking.
"I...I...want to...get some stuff." he said, reaching deep into his torn acid jeans for the money.
"Hey white-boy, what's the rush? Don't you wanna meet my friends?" asked Quent, egging his friends on. Chris looked confused. All he wanted was the drugs. "This here's my boi -Balil. This my hommie -Dre. This -Kilec. And this here's my main nigga -Flex!" The boys all nodded silently as Chris responded to each with a faint "hi". He handed Quent the money, eager to conclude their business transaction. "Not interested in being social, eh? I understand." teased Quent. He took Chris's money and counted it.
"Yo homs...you short!" he said.
"What?" questioned Chris, staring into Quent's hand as he began to check his pocket incase he accidentally left a bill or two behind.
"You short, hom-slice. The price of drugs've gone UP. You need to cough up a few more benjermines if you wanna complete THIS sale." said Quent, tossing the money back.
"B...but I don't have anymore..." said Chris, weakly. "Can't we...can I...owe you?"
"Owe me?" repeat Quent with a laugh. His buddies joining him in the joke. "I ain't no loan officer, white-boy! I'm a drug dealer! I deal in CASH only!"
"Yo, Q..."called one of the boys from the background. "...I think I might be able to work something out with the cracker, -IF he down with it." he added, pulling his t-shit up and rubbing his crotch openly.
Quentin looked at his boi's actions and smirked, noticing his rising meat starting to lump out of his zipper.
"So how bout it?" asked Quentin, turning back to Chris. "You down with working something out with my boi -Dre?"
Chris swallowed hard. He felt himself beginning to perspire.
"M...maybe my friends have some more money..." he said instead. "I'll be right back!"
He ran back down to the car.
"Hey, I need some more money! Quent said the price have gone up!"
"We don't have any more money!" said Nick. "Can't he give us a break?"
"No. He wants me to suck his dick from the difference."
"So? Do it!" encouraged Nick.
"Are you crazy? These guys are scary!" protested Chris.
"So! It's not like you haven't sucked a cock before! Do it! Get our shit, man!" ordered Nick, with Tommy in agreement. "You not getting in the car without it!"
Chris slowly walked back into the school yard, his head hung low as if marching to his doom. He walked back up to Quentin and his friends. "O...o..okay. I...I'll do it." he said sullenly.
"Do what?" asked Dre.
"You know...s...s...suck your dick."
The boys all laughed at him.
"Since you turned down my first offer, the price's gone UP again!" smiled Dre. "Now you gots to suck ALL OUR DICKS!" he laughed.
Chris looked at them in disbelief. He glanced at each one of them, and their crotches. He would have to suck their hard cocks. 5 hard cocks. Without the benefit of being high. He thought of just turning right around and haul-tailing it back to the car, but he knew Nick would beat the crap out of him if he didn't get the drugs.
"O.....o...okay." he agreed, figuring he had little choice.
The boiz all got excited as they lead Chris into a shadowy cove between buildings just outside the school. Dre was the first to drop his draws.
"Suck on this, white-boy!" he smirked, fisting his hefty meat.
Chris looked down at the dark colored cock, and felt his stomach go queasy.
"Jump to it, bitch!" ordered one of the other guys, shoving Chris in the back.
Chris got down on his knees, keeping an eye on Quent and his boiz as he lifted Dre's dick to his mouth. 'This shouldn't be so hard...' -he thought, '...after all the times I sucked off Nick and Tom.'
Chris immediately noticed that Dre's dick was much bigger than he was used to. Tommy's cock was 7 inches and thin, while Nick's was a modest 6 and 1/2, neither gave him too much trouble as they pounded his face and blew their hot loads down his throat. But now he was facing his first black cock, and Dre was no slouch. At 18 with a 8 and 1/2 inch dick, he was well known amongst many of the high school girls as "The cherry buster". He'd fucked more than his fair share of virgin pussy. Christopher suddenly knew he was in for a fight.
He took Dre's dick between his thin lips, and began sucking on the head. Dre leaned back against the wall with his t-shirt pulled up to expose his flat wash-board stomach so he could watch his dick get sucked. He'd had his woodie worked over by guys before, usually druggies, needing a favor until payday. He'd learnt at the young age of 14 that some guys suck better then girls. He watched Christopher (his first white-boy) licking and sucking his big meat as he tried his best to fist Dre to a quick orgasm.
"Don't just kiss and lick it bitch, take it in your mouth and suck it!" he ordered, roughly pulling Chris' head forward to take more of his meat.
Christopher took a few more inches, sliding his lips back and forth along the shaft. His mind really wasn't into what he was doing, as he was extremely nervous about being in an all black environment, secluded from everyone. He began to think; 'What if these guys decide to beat me up, steal the money, and leave me for dead?' He was sure Nick and Tom wouldn't step up and tell the authorities that they were there. They'd probably leave him and pretend they knew nothing of his whereabouts.
"Yo, that shit look good, yo. Lemme get summa that white-boi mouth!" said Kilec, pushing his dick in beside Dre's. Chris felt it rubbing against his cheek, the fat round head leaving streaks of pre-cum against his skin. Eventually Kilec pulled Chris' head off Dre's dick, and placed it on his own. Chris started sucking instantly.
"What a HOE!" laughed one of the other boys, pulling out his dick and moving in on the other side. Now Chris had 3 cocks in his face. The new guy (Flex) pulled Chris' pierced ear, turning his head towards him, and rammed his cock into his mouth.
"AGHH!!" gagged Chris, feeling the dick bang into the start of his throat. Before he knew it, he was surrounded by 4 guys, all with their dicks out waiting to be served. His head was roughly pulled from one cock to another, his lips stretching to cover the width while his throat ballooned to accommodate the lengths.
"Suck this one!" said one, pulling his head left.
"Get yur punk mouth on this!" said another, yanking his head right.
"Work this big dick, bitch!" ordered another, slapping his dong against Chris's face.
"Yo pussy! Watch the fuck'n teeth!" complained another, punching the boy in the head.
"That's it! Enough!" yelled Christopher, jumping to his feet.
"Whut you mean that's enuff?" asked Dre, holding his wet dick in hand and awaiting further service.
"I...I can't do this!" said Christopher, looking around at the mean faces staring back angrily.
"We had a deal, bitch!" reminded Dre. "You suck ALL OUR DICKS in exchange for the lack of funds!"
"I know, I know!" said Chris, nervously. He knew asking for his money back was out of the question. "Look...you guys just keep the cash! Don't worry about it."
"Oh we gonna keep the cash a'ight!" laughed Kilec. "Right after you finish what you started!"
Chris' eyes widened with fear as they seemed to close in around him.
"M...m...my dad's a COP!" he blurted, hoping that would deter their advance.
"Really?" asked Kilec, grabbing Chris' collar.
"Really! He...he's known on the streets as "The TERMINATOR!".
There was a slight pause as the young men all eyed each other, wondering if it were true. However, the shock didn't last for very long.
"Terminator, eh?" smirked Kilec, yanking Chris back down onto his knees. "I hear cop-pigs make good dick suckers!" he laughed. "Letz see how they offspring do!"
Christopher felt his multi pierced ears gripped in Kilec's hands, the rough looking 21 year old quickly started to pound into the back of his gagging throat. Chris choked on each thrust as Kilec hammered his dick between his lips while the others all watched. After about 5 minutes of intense face fucking, he yanked his cock free and spew his plentiful load all over Chris' upturned face.
Chris closed his eyes as the first few spurts streaked across his cheeks and nose. He was completely embarrassed and humiliated by the act. Sucking cock was one thing, he never consented to being humiliated.
Just as Kilec finished cumming, Dre took his place and jammed his dick between Chris' numbing lips. He did the same as Kilec, holding the white-boy by the ears while he skull fucked him hard. He thrust his cock deep into Chris' throat, feeling the soft flesh of his throat's interior before he dumped a huge load into it.
Chris gagged as his wind pipe became clogged with the thick white mass of juice. Dre pulled out just in time as Flex started to cum. He placed his shooting cock next to Chris' face, and shot 8 spurts of hot liquid against his cheeks. Balil jacked his cock in Chris' face, then yanked the boy painfully by his long greasy hair when he was about to cum. Chris opened his mouth to yell, but felt hot cum being shot into his mouth and chin instead.
Quentin was the last to be serviced. The 19 year old had watched his friends take turns loading the kid's face with cum, and he wanted to do the same to the other end. He ordered Kilec and Dre to "hold him!" while he pulled down Chris' pants to expose his pale bare white ass cheeks. Chris looked back over his shoulder and began to protest when he saw Quent spitting on his dick for lubricant.
"Yo...hey...come one, man! This wasn't in the deal!" screamed Chris, cum dripping from his face freely as he tried to wrench free.
"New deal, hom-boi!" said Quent, walking up behind Chris. Nick and Tom could hear his screams from the car when Quentin suddenly rammed his fat black prick clear to the balls up his virgin ass. Fearing the worse, the two boys took off in their car without even bothering to see what happened.
"AAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Christopher.
"Yell all you want, white-boy! Nobody cares!" laughed Quentin as he started to fuck.
"Fuck that faggot's ass, Q!" encouraged Flex, his dick hardening again as he watched his boi rape.
"Yo, I want summa that shit too when yur done!" called Balil, stroking his growing meat as well.
"We got plenty here, fellas. Believe me, this pussy ain't goin nowhere soon!" smiled Q, slamming his cock hard into Christopher's ass.
THAT was merely a day ago. Since then Q and his boiz took turns fucking Chris' no longer virgin ass for over an hour. Each came a huge loads up his bruised backside. After which, Q took him to meet Rashad, one of Tempest's men (and Q's boss). "What am I supposed to do with this?" asked Rashad, looking at Christopher as if he stank. By now the boy had been throat and ass fucked into submission. Rashad thought Q had picked up some homeless derelict, and was trying to pass him off.
"You don't know who this is?" asked Q, enthusiastically.
"No. Should I?" asked Rashad, looking Chris over again incase he missed something.
"This's TERMINATOR's son!" smiled Q, as if he'd just hit the lottery.
"THEE Terminator?" asked Rashad, suddenly impressed.
"Yeah man. You think Temp would wanna see him?" asked Q, hoping this would get him in good with the BIG BOSS.
"He just might..." said Rashad, noticing the dry cum streaks across the boy's face.
Rashad did tell Tempest about his new "pet", and how he came about possessing him. Tempest thought it was hilariously ironic that Terminator's son would just drop right into his lap like this. He informed Rashad that Christopher was to be dressed in "drag", and put on the streets like any other HOE.
Christopher was taken to Snyder's Drive, a commonly known pick up place for transvestite hookers. He was made up with make-up and wigs, thrown in a tight fitted dress, then given Sextacy for inspiration. Then Rashad and his boiz turned Christopher out on the street, and sold him to any man that came along for $1. As you can imagine, he was kept quite busy, sucking dick after strange dick with the occasional ass fucking inbetween.
NOW....
Vaguely he remember fighting his father. By then he was so stoned on sex and drugs that he was willing to kill his own mother for a hit. He got up from the mattress he slept on, and walked over to a table which held a bag of Sextacy, a glass mirror, and a straw. Bending over, he quickly snorted up the powdery substance to hide from the growing reality. Quickly he felt the drug turning his blood hot. Just then the door opened, and in walked his master Rashad with another client.
"Sup bitch? Ready for another one." he stated more than asked.
An older, white, bald, man entered the room, Christopher instantly recognized him as his math teacher. Christopher nearly laughed when the door closed and the man began to undress.
"What's so fucking funny?" asked mr Clark.
He didn't recognize Christopher under all that "get-up". He also hadn't realized that the young "whore" was high on drugs. He wouldn't have cared if he did. All mr Clark wanted was to get his rocks off and get back to his nice quiet suburban home in one piece. But before Christopher could even think of a response, he felt the back of mr Clark's hand across his face.
"I asked you a question, HOE!" he yelled. Chris could taste the blood in his mouth, and laughed some more.
Clark seemed to get angrier and angrier at Chris' actions. After hitting him once, he started to enjoy it. He took off his belt and beat the teenage boy across his back and legs until Christopher was laying across the bed screaming. Chris covered his head and face as his back was left vulnerable. Clark went to town, leaving red welps across his pale white flesh. When he noticed Chris' exposed ass, his thoughts went from beating to fucking.
Mr Clark finished undressing, then started to knead to pry open Chris' ass cheeks. The crack was lightly haired with black peach-fuzz, the hole was red, worn, welted, and well used. When Clark pulled the cheeks apart, the hole stretched and out poured the last client's cummy load.
"You a real pig, eh kid?" snarled Clark, stroking his stiff red cock as he prepared it for entry. Chris didn't respond as mr Clark placed his cock head up against his wet hole, then shoved in. "Oooo, yeessss...." cooed Clark, loving the wet snug feel of the hooker's ass-cunt on his dick. He pressed his hand on the back of Chris' head, then shoved his face down into the mattress and he began to fuck him hard and brutally. Christopher was used to a rough fucking. Since coming to Snyder's Drive, he's been fucked by every drug dealer, trannsy, and client that's walked through his door. He'd been "rough" fucked, "bitch" fucked, "gang" fucked, and beaten from the word "go". The difference with Clark, was that he couldn't breathe as the 46 year old math teacher cut off his air supply.
Clark fucked Chris' upturned ass, plowing his man-meat into the teen's worn hole. He had no idea that Chris was his 17 year old student, or that he wasn't really a transvestite hooker, or that he'd already been fucked by over 100 men in the past 24 hours. All the angry math teacher knew was that he had a rough day from hell with 6 classes of screaming stupid teenagers that couldn't count their way out of a plastic bag, -and he wanted to vent his sexual frustration out in some hot meaningless sexual encounter. With hookers, he didn't have to be cordial. He didn't have to play nice. He didn't have to worry about calling them afterwards, or buying them expensive dinners only to have them later tell him that they have a "headache". No, with hookers he could be as mean and cruel as he wanted to be. He could use them to show all women what he thought of them. Except normal hookers had pimps and body guards that would break both your legs if you damaged their valuable merchandise. With male prostitutes, there was more you could do.
Christopher felt his face shoved down into the cum stained mattress, cutting off his air. The drugs in his system was already taking effect of his state of mind. He could feel his high school teacher on top of him, his thin hips slapping into his numbing ass cheeks. Each brutal thrust was painful, due to the protruding bones in mr Clark's hips. They beat painful bruises into Chris' already red spanked ass. Semen from previous rapes oozed from his sore hole with every stroke. The bed beneath him was soaked in the fresh flowing seed. Chris began to struggle once he realized mr Clark wasn't going to let him up. The older man fucked him hard, purposely trying to cause him pain. When he was ready to cum, he quickly pulled his cock from the whore's hole, then pulled her up off the bed.
Christopher gasped for breath as he was thrown to the floor on his knees, his head pushed back as a canvas for Clark's sperm to paint. Mr Clark jacked his wet cock furiously, aiming it directly over the hooker's face. Cum spurted out the tip like a sprinkler, dotting fresh salty drops of semen all over Chris' face. Clark held the whore's head so tightly that he accidentally pulled off her wig. Instantly he recognized her as Christopher Gardner!
"What the hell...!!?" he yelled, jumping back. "Christopher...? My gosh...wha...what's happened to you??"
Christopher was delirious, and didn't fully comprehend what Clark was saying. He merely giggled, and began licking the splatter cum from his lips. The door slew open, and in walked Rashad and one of his boiz.
"What's the meaning of this? I...I know this boy!" declared a startled Clark.
"Get your shit and get out!" ordered Rashad.
"But...but this boy's father...I KNOW him!" said Clark. Rashad grabbed the high school teacher by the back of his neck, and roughly shoved him towards the door.
"I said to get yur shit and get the fuck out!!"
Clark grabbed up his clothes and ran out the door naked.
"Look at this bitch!" said Rashad, watching Christopher crawl over to him on his hands and knees.
"Looks like he wants to suck yur dick!" teased his friend, as Chris stopped in front of Rashad and opened his mouth for service.
"He wants eat some dick? I'll give him something to eat!" hissed Rashad, pulling his dick out. Christopher leaned forward to capture it between his lips as he had so many times before, when his face was suddenly stuck by the flow of urine. "Eat THIS, bitch!"
Chris' mouth flooded with the taste of piss. He choked and gagged as much of it ran down his throat. He cringed backwards as the flow continued over his bare shoulders and back.
"Stinkin WHORE!" shouted Rashad, tucking his cock back in his pants. "Get the fuck up!" Chris stumbled to his feet, his body dripping wet with cum and urine. His legs felt weak and wobbly as he tried to stand straight. His tiny cock was rock hard, ready to burst with excitement.
"Tempest wants to meet you. Seems yur daddy wants to make a trade for yur scrawny ass!" informed Rashad. "Take this bitch to get cleaned up. Tempest wouldn't want his pissy ass touching his leather seats!" barked Rashad.
The second man (Damion) rushed Chris from the room, and down the hall to a shared bathroom. He shoved the stoned boy inside and turned on the lights. Chris cowered in the corner, afraid. Damion laughed, ordering Chris to get into the shower and wash off. Chris did as he was told while Damion watched. He stood by while Chris let the water run over his body, then began to soap up using his hands. He lathered himself, feeling the bumps and bruises he sustained since his kidnapping. When he got to his ass, Damion made him pull the cheeks apart.
"DAYUM...!!" exclaimed the youth, staring at Chris' wet red puffy hole. "...they done ran a TRAIN up yur ass!" He made the boy bend over, stretching the cheek further as he pushed his fingers up in the hole. The amount of semen in Chris' colon was massive, sperm dripped out constantly, coating Damions hand as he began to push his fist into the stoned boy's ass. Chris winced in pain as Damion's hand disappeared up his backside, the loose ring snapping snuggly around the man's wrist.
Chris leaned against the shower wall, arching his back to stick out his ass as Damion pushed more of his fist into his rectum. Damion pushed and pulled, watching the asshole move back and forth across his wrist and arm. With his free hand, he fished out his cock and began to whack it. Chris was moaning, delirious on Sextacy, and starting to love the feeling in his stomach. Just as Damion was about to cum, he yanked his hand from Christopher's ass. His cum coated hand broke free as the gaping red hole belched forth a cup full of spent semen onto the tub's floor. Damion spun Chris around and pushed him to his knees, then shot 8 streaks of watery cum juice across his face and eyes.
"Hurry up and shower, bitch! I ain't got all day!" he barked after cumming.
THE PRECINCT
Jake and Peaches crotched down behind a parked car as they watched officers Gardner and Whitmen argued in the police parking lot. Then Gardner got into his squad car and drove off. Whitmen followed in his car, minus his partner Cooper. Jake was trying to figure out what that meant. Where was Cooper, Blake, and Justine? He turned his back against the car door he hid behind, and began to think.
"What's the plan?" whispered Peaches, crutching down beside him.
"I don't know yet." answered Jake, thinking hard.
"Are we going in?" asked Peaches, looking around for more cops.
"I...don't know, yet." answered Jake.
"Are we gonna sit here all night?" asked Peaches, already tired of crutching.
"Would just SHUT UP and let me THINK?" shouted Jake. Then he got an idea. "You got any change?"
"Change?" questioned Peaches, still mad at being shouted at.
"Yes, change! For the pay phone!" asked Jake.
Peaches rolled her eyes, then reluctantly reached into her bra to pull out some loose change. She handed it to Jake, whom ducked over to a pay phone only a few feet away.
"Precinct 23, officer Daniels speaking, how can I help you?" said a voice over the phone.
'Daniels?' -thought Jake, he was aware of the female officer, but he didn't know her very well. He couldn't chance telling her who he was, incase she was involved with one of Gardner's men.
"I'm looking for officer Alan Cooper. Is he in by chance?" asked Jake, disguising his voice.
"No. Officer Cooper is on patrol. May I take a message?"
"What about officers Blake and Justine? Are they available?" he asked.
"No. Officers Blake and Justine are currently out of the building as well. I could dispatch you if the call is important." offered Daniels.
"No. No thank you. I'll call their cell." said Jake, hanging up.
"What was that all about?" asked Peaches, curiously.
"I had to find out if any of the bad cops were in the building! Now I know the coast is clear!" said Jake, finally feeling like something was going his way.
"So what're you going to do? Waltz right in?" asked Peaches.
"Exactly." said Jake, standing up to brush the dust from his clothes. He was glad Peaches had bought him a new outfit. Walking into the police Precinct in a white skin-tight jumpsuit would be too conspicuous for words. "Stay here." ordered Jake, running across the street. He ducked by the police entrance, and ran around into the vehicle parking lot and entered in through the back. He ducked behind cars and walls when he saw officers walking about, and made his way into the locker room. His locker key was in his lost uniform, so he'd have to break the lock to get in to get his house and car keys. Just as he was turned to look for something hard enough to break the lock, he was face to face with officer Cooper.
Before Jake could react, Cooper punched him square in the face, knocking him back into the lockers. He continued with a another punch to the stomach, doubling Jake in pain, then crowned him in the back of the head with his elbow. Jake hit the bench, then the ground. To finish him off, Cooper kicked him until he stopped moving.
"Yo...this Cooper, I got Jake!" he said into his cell phone as he crotched down over the unconscious officer.
"We on our way!" informed Justine, as he and Blake took off from staking out Jake's apartment building incase he showed up there.
Cooper grabbed a hand full of Jake's hair and pulled his head up off the tiled floor.
"You thought your ass got away from me, didn't you?" he said to the sleeping cop. "But THIS time, I'm gonna enjoy ramming my cock up your asshole..." he smiled. sadistically. "...before I kill you!"