Under Cover

    Horns honked, lights reflected off chrome and glass as they passed. Far away a siren wailed, announcing to the world that another accident had taken place, perhaps another life ended. People walked the dirty streets kicking cans and bottle out of their path. Paper blew into the gutters by a cool fall breeze adding it's bulk to the trash already collected there.
    The streets and sidewalks were filled with people looking for a little action. In a mundane life where every day was the same, any action was better than no action. The old Centurion theater showed the latest in a three month old movie. Blow was advertised in huge letters. Blow was another name for cocaine, which was one of the few drugs which had no place here. Cocaine was for the very rich. This was not a rich part of town and hadn't been since the early 1920's. Prostitutes plied their trade on the corners, or in front of the adult book stores. The letters S - E - X, flashed on assorted signs for as far as the eye could see.
    Pimps strutted up and down the sidewalks, looking for clients, or watching out for cops. There were few cops in this area, and those who did show drove through quickly without stopping. A cop would be crazy to be seen in that part of town. A cop had a gun for protection. The citizens of this part of town had many. No cop would be crazy enough to mix with the scum of the Earth. No cop... except one. Sarah Jane Haines, a two year veteran who specialized in prostitutes and prostitution, the least favorite part of police work.
    Sarah Jane herself would have made a fantastic prostitute. She had the looks to match even this highest of high paid call girls. The passing lights reflected off her creamy complexion. Her blonde hair gleamed in the twilight. Her beautiful face showed some concern at the moment. She licked her dark red lips as she watched the object of her attention. A cute, short-haired prostitute, something of an air-headed, perhaps, but a strikingly beautiful brunette who now danced and laughed across the street in a fake fur coat and fishnet stockings. She hung out with her partner, a light complected black girl with beads in her hair. Sarah Jane had kept these subjects under surveillance for many hours. She was not there to bust them, she wanted something else. But it must be at just the right moment. Now was that moment.
    "Dispatch, this is 12 Alpha 6, breaking off, actor has identified this unit as UC," Sarah lied. She was breaking off surveillance, but she had not been spotted by the prostitute. She simply didn't want to be seen with the girl while on duty.
    "Roger, 12 Alpha 6. Go EOW."
    "Affirmative, I will be EOW at my home 20," Sarah lied again. She had no intention of going home. Sarah had a small idiosyncracy. Some people might call it a character flaw or perversion. Some may even call it sick. Whatever they call it, it was as real to Sarah as compulsive anxiety disorder or nymphomania. Sarah stepped out of her unmarked car, slid the baton into the belt loop, and put on her blue hat. She stepped out into the street so she could be seen by the prostitutes. They grew alert, about to run, but Sarah stopped the brunette by crooking her finger.
    "What!" the girl yelled while still half way across the street. She side-stepped a taxi and approached Sarah. A black man in a real fur coat hurried across the road to intercept them.
    "Is that your pimp?" Sarah demanded.
    "Tell him to go away, or I will shoot him in the knee caps.
    "Go, Joey, it's all right," the girl said in her nasal voice. "So what do you want, cop? You here to roust me?"
    "No, I'm here to hire you."
    "Really? Is that uniform for real?"
    "It's real, but I'm off duty."
    "Oh. Ok," the girl said happily.
    "Joey, I'll be ok," she screamed in annoyance at the young man, still hovering on the sidewalk. "She's a customer."
    Joey looked skeptical, then dismissed them both with a disgusted wave of his hands.
    "Are you really a customer? I've never done a girl before," she said with a smile.
    "Any objections?"
    "No, that's fine with me, as long as I get paid."
    "You will, but this is something special. It's not quite what you think it is."
    "Yeah. Well what?" she asked, suddenly interested.
    "It's hard to explain. The first part is just fuck a guy, but not any guy, a clean guy, nice looking, no tracks."
    "Down here?"
    "I know," Sarah smiled, "that's a tall order, but I'm sure there is one such guy here somewhere."
    "If he is, he's probably gay."
    "Let's hope not. If it's impossible we can go somewhere else."
    "Hey, the IGA closes soon. It's full of delicious young boys who will be going home to mommy."
    "Perfect, absolutely perfect," Sarah gasped. "When?"
    "In 23 minutes," the girl looked at her watch. "Hey, I've tried before and they won't spend a dollar on a whore. Believe me, I really did try. I think their mommies count their money when they get home."
    "Did you try giving it away?"
    "Hell no, Joey would kill me," she snorted.
    "Well I'm buying. You fuck the first good looking young man you see, and I'll pay for it."
    "Yeah, I can do that," she said with more confidence.
    "Should we move?"
    "Yeah, there's an alley beside the store..."

    Sarah stood at the back of the alley. The bulk of a dumpster hid her from sight. It was dark in the alley, but it was a blind alley with only one way in and out. Sarah wasn't worried about an attack. She watched Julie plying her trade. She really was very good at it, her body alone gained the attention of every man who walked out of the store. It was only a matter of time before she talked one young man into fucking her.
    "I'm Julie," her voice echoed down the dark alley to Sarah. "Bradley", the young man said nervously. He looked around the dark alley. For a moment he stared directly at Sarah, but he couldn't see her. Still, it made her nervous. The car door slammed and the car began to move back and forth, as they disrobed and made themselves more comfortable. For a moment the car steadied, then the familiar rhythmic squeak of the springs let Sarah know that it was safe to approach the car. She snuck forward one foot at a time, until she could see movement in the front passenger seat. She moved slightly closer and found Julie in the seat, naked with her feet up on the dash, while Bradley pounded away at her pussy from where he knelt in front of her. Julie seemed to be enjoying herself, but you never could tell with a whore. They could be great actors, if they cared enough to fake it.
    Julie left her coat in the car. There were times when looking like a whore was beneficial. Otherwise a man may be afraid to ask if she was a whore or not. You couldn't sell much pussy if you looked like a high school girl who would yell for the police.
    There were other times, like now, when looking like a whore was bad. She wanted to attract one of the delicious young men who wouldn't buy a whore if their life depended on it. It was a macho thing. Some men when through life without ever having fucked a whore, the pathetic bastards. They would rather jack off instead of sinking their stiff manhood into the soft, wet lips of a beautiful young woman's pussy. What was the matter with those losers? You only live once, you want to grow old and senile and remember all the good times when you spurted your cum into a toilet? There was something wrong with that.
    Julie suddenly spotted her man. An 18 year old coming out of the store, with a jacket thrown over his left shoulder. He really needed a good fuck, in Julie's opinion.
    "Hey kid, you want a little action?" she asked with a friendly smile.
    "Fuck off," he said in disdain.
    "I'll kick your fucking ass, you little weasel," she glared as he hurried away. Another young man pushed through the glass doors. He was followed by a customer. Julie let him pass without speaking. The customer, an old woman, was giving her the eye as she pushed a cart of groceries to her car. Julie could wait.
    The third teen looked promising. He had blonde hair, a perfect complexion, and the muscles of a football player. He looked buff.
    "Are you Tommy?" she asked, pretending to be embarrassed.
    "No. Can I help you?"
    "I'm supposed to be Tommy's birthday present. I'm all paid for, but I'm afraid I've come to the wrong store. I hate to go home without fucking somebody.
    The young man swallowed quickly. His eyes bulged out as he looked her over from head to toe. She was beautiful, of course. That's why Sarah had picked her.
    "I... I could be Tommy," he said with a shrug.
    "Could you?" Julie said hopefully. I have a car back here, it's not a palace, but it's better than screwing in the alley," she said, leading the boy back to Sarah's car.
    "I'm Julie," Julie said, extending her hand.
    "Bradley," he said nervously, taking her hand and holding it until they entered the car. Bradley locked all the doors before they started. Julie had to admit that she felt better with the doors locked, but what would Sarah say? Hell, she didn't even know what Sarah wanted, which excited her a little. She was also excited about the prospect of doing Sarah. She had always wanted to experiment with other women, but had never had the chance until now. There was little that could excite her and any excitement in her life was welcome. Sex for her was as exciting as taking a shit, and gave her the same amount of pleasure. It was just another bodily function to a street walker. But mystery and excitement, those were sexy.
    "You are a very big boy," Julie said as she released the passenger seat button and leaned back. This gave her a little more room.
    "You are beautiful," the boy said in wonder.
    "Hey, that's what I get paid for. You don't get paid for being ugly."
    "Yeah," he laughed, while taking off his shirt. He paused when he saw Julie sliding down her skirt. As she sat white and naked in the half darkness, he leaned down and ran his hands over her smooth legs and soft stockings. The white lace of her stocking tops fell a foot short of reaching her pussy. The vast expanse of bare skin between the stockings and her pussy, was very exciting to Bradley, and very beautiful. He rubbed her soft skin in awe. She giggled, then slid her panties down and off her feet. When she was done, she spread her feet wide and placed them on top of the dash. She was now open and ready for his adventure.
    "That is so damned sexy," he laughed, while pushing down his pants with both hands.
    "Does it look good enough to fuck?" she asked playfully.