Partners

"Show me your tits!" the voice came from the black Mustang. Feli turned toward the voice, then turned back. she wanted to tell the guy to fuck off, but she was also strangely attracted to the situation. She had never really accepted cash in return for sex, but the idea had always turned her on.

"C'mon baby. Let me see your tits. Or do I have to pay you for that too."

Feli held her purse closer to her body and continued to ignore the man yelling at her. She knew the part of town she was in was full of hookers walking the streets. That was the reason she was there. A woman wearing an even slightly revealing outfit would probably get confused for one of the prostitutes. She was tempted to turn a round and do it for him. She was proud of her chest, and never did anything to hide them, but her job, she had to remember the reason she was walking the sidewalk by herself.

"C'mon. If you show 'em to me and I like 'em, I'll buy you for the night. C'mon baby, just one look." the guy yelled again as he pulled his car next to her.

Smiling coquettishly, Feli answered, "Tell you waht, stud," the words coming out of her mouth, surprising even herself, "give me twenty bucks and I'll let you see them."

"Twenty bucks just to see your tits." he answered loudly, "I can get a blowjob for that around the corner."

"Maybe, but that's my price."

"Well, you do have nice tits." he answered pulling out a twenty from his wallet. "Here."

Feli approached the car, wondering what the hell she was doing. Looking around, making sure that nobody else was watching, she took the money from his hand, lifting her top to just above her ribcage. Remembering what she was, she stopped, looked at the guy in the car and stopped.

"Hey, I wanna see everything." he complained.

With so many conflicting thoughts in her head, Feli lifted the top again, not stopping until her breasts were completely exposed. The sudden chill of the night air hardened her nipples, and she felt a rush run through her, as this stranger stared at her bare breasts.

"You have perfect tits, baby, nice big and firm. How much to go back to my place for the night?"

"You like 'em, baby?" she answered, "Sorry, stud. I'm not going back to your place." Feli answered, pulling her top back down.

"Then how about the motel around the corner. I'll make you feel so good, baby."

"I'm sure you would, but..." She was so tempted to accept his offer. Was she really sexy enough to this guy that he was willing to pay her to fuck him? Or was he so desperate that any whore would do. "I don't know, stud. There are lot's of whores around here. I'm sure you can find somebody else."

"I don't want any other whore, baby. The whore I want is you. "How about fifty bucks?"

"Sorry." she answered. She was supposed to be above this. She knew that she shouldn't be excited by the idea of selling herself. That it was wrong, especially for somebody in her profession. She fought the temptation to say yes, but could feel herself losing the battle.

"A hundred. When my cock is pounding your pussy I promise I'll make you cum at least twice." he answered, pulling out a crisp hundred dollar bill. "Here it is, take it or leave it, baby."

"I need a room." Feli told the clerk. She looked around nervously. If she wanted to back out, she could just give the guy his hundred bucks back and run. Run as far away as she could and forget about what she had almost done.

"Sure. All night, or an hour okay?"

"An hour will do." she answered looking at her customer.

"I ain't never seen you around here. What's your name, sweetie?"

"Um," She thought for a second, she couldn't give him her real name, "Thalia." she answered with the first name she could think of.

"Okay, Thalia. room 106, right around the corner. Try to keep the room neat. Don't worry about the bed though, we'll change the sheets as soon as you leave." the clerk answered with a wink.

"Okay." she answered wondering if she was dreaming or if it was really happening.

"And nice to meet you, Thalia. Hope you like the room. And anytime you need something, just ask, okay. I try to help girls like you all I can. See you around."

"Thanks." she answered. Turning and facing her customer, she took his hand and led him out the lobby door and to their room.

"Now, let me see the rest of you. Take off your clothes and let me see those sweet tits and that sweet ass, baby."

Trying to make everything seem routine, Feli pulled her top over her head, and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Nervously smiling at him, she pressed her breasts together, and unzipped her shorts. Closing her eyes, she pulled her panties to the floor along with her shorts. Standing in front of him, she fought the urge to hide herself. "What do you think?" she said, with what she hoped sounded like confidence.

"You are so hot, Thalia. C'mon over here next to me, and let's see how talented your mouth is."

Feli approached the bed, and dropped to her knees in front of him. Not believing that she was letting herself do this, she moved her hands up his thigh, softly touching his hard cock through the denim. Unzipping his pants, she pulled them down, exposing his hard cock.

"Kiss it, slut. The let's see how good you are."

She wanted to slap him, she wasn't a slut. Was she? Somehow his harsh words excited her even more. Moving her head, she grazed the tip of his cock with her tongue. Softly kissing it, she opened her lips, and slowly pushed his cock into her mouth. Pushing it as far as she could, she softly sucked on it. With every bob of her head, she was able to put his cock deeper into her mouth. Using one hand to tickle his balls, she let her other hand wander between her own legs, and softly touched her excited clitoris.

"A little bit faster. Suck it, baby. Yeah, like that."

She thought about her situation. This guy really was paying her to suck his cock, and she was really doing it. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Pushing his cock as far into her mouth as she could, she looked into his face, wanting to look into his eyes, but they were shut tight in pleasure.

"That's enough, slut. You're mouth is pretty good, but I want to fuck you before I cum. Give me a condom."

"I thought you brought them."

"Damn, I don't care. I'm too far gone. I'm going to fuck you without one. Get on the bed and spread your pussy for me.

"We need a condom." she said, afraid of what could happen without one.

"Get on the bed. Now, slut!"

Doing as ordered, Feli laid on the bed, opening her legs. He was paying her for it, she had to do it. "Do you wanna fuck me, huh." she said excitedly, "Do you wanna fuck your cheap slut?" The words came out of her mouth, she could hear her voice, but she didn't know where the words were coming from. She didn't know why she was so excited by selling her body, by being somebody's slut.

Getting on top of her, he pushed his hard cock into her wet pussy. As his cock entered her, Feli felt herself start to orgasm immediately. Pushing his cock deeper into her pussy, Feli moaned loudly as he rapidly pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. Lost in her orgasm, Feli could barely even feel him. Her mind raced with the idea of somebody paying her for sex and her orgasm grew stronger and more intense.

"See, that's one orgasm, whore. When was the last time a customer made you cum? Tell me what you want?"

"Fuck me, hard, fuck me! Fuck your little slut.' she screamed, "Mmmm. Shove your cock into me, mmmm, faster, faster."

"Ready to cum again, slut?"

"Uh-huh. Ooooh yeeahmmmm." Feli felt another orgasm take over, and as it reached a crescendo, he pulled his cock out of her pussy, spraying his cum all over her stomach." She watched his cum fall onto her body, and the shame of what she was doing hit her. Fighting back her tears, she tried to smile as she looked at her customer.

With a satisfied grin, the stranger stood, pulled his pants back up, tossing another twenty on the bed, "That's because you have such a perfect body. You really should pay me though." he said with a laugh.

As he walked out the door, Feli stood, looked at herself in the mirror, and watched a tear fall from her eye. Pulling her shorts over her hips and putting her tank top back on, Feli placed her bra and panties in her purse, and returned to the street, this time knowing what she was looking for. She needed to feel wanted again, even if it was by some bum paying her to be her slut.

Williams looked at the scoreboard, then a glare at the pitcher, then he smiled at his partner standing on second base. Another glance at the scoreboard and he stepped into the batters box. "Two outs, down by one. All I have to do is hit the ball someplace, get Schultzy and Feli home and we're champs. Don't try to be a hero, just hit the ball." he thought.

"Hey Williams. We don't have all day." the umpire yelled at him.

"Relax, we're going home right after I bring Ramirez and Schultz home."

"We're going home right after you pop up." the catcher answered with a laugh.

Williams stared at the pitcher. The pitcher went into his motion and time seemed to slow for Williams. Timing his swing perfectly, he lined a shot over the shortstop's head into the outfield. Running to first base, his eyes watched Ramirez as she rounded third. Stopping at first base, he watched as the outfielder picked the ball up, throwing a bullet to the catcher. "This is gonna be close." he thought to himself.

The ball got to home plate before Ramirez, and Williams grimaced as he waited for the imminent collision. Then he watched as Ramirez stopped, five feet from the catcher.

The catcher had the ball in his glove, and was blocking the plate. Williams watched as Ramirez took a hesitant step toward home plate. Pulling off her cap, she flipped her hair and looked at the catcher. As he stepped toward him, she smiled and put her index finger in the air, telling him to wait a second. Then she smiled coquettishly and took another step, opening the top button of her uniform.

The catcher opened his mouth in surprise as she took another step toward him, opening up another button. She brought her finger to her lips, telling him to be quiet, and took another step toward him. As she took another step toward him, she unbuttoned another button. She was close enough to the catcher, that if he wanted to, all he had to do was reach out and touch her with the ball, and the game would continue into extra innings.

"Tag the bitch!" somebody yelled from the infield.

The catcher half-heartadly started his hand toward Ramirez, but she again brought her hand up, motioning him to wait. Another step, and she opened the last button on her jersey.

Smiling at the catcher, she opened the jersey, revealing her black sports bra. Another step toward the shocked catcher, now inches away from him, she grabbed the bottom of her bra, and slowly moved it up. The bottom of her breasts appeared as she stood next to the him.

William's heard somebody yell, "Tag her, Shanley!"

The catcher's glove moved toward Ramirez, and as she stepped by him, she raised her bra slightly higher. Her arms blocked the view from the side, and the catcher blocked William's view, she leaned toward him, whispering something into his ear. The ball fell out of his glove, and bounced slowly in front of them. Then with a laugh, she slid her bra higher, revealing her bare breasts to the stunned catcher.

Her breasts still exposed, she took one last step past the catcher and touched her foot onto home plate. The rest of Williams teammates ran toward her, whistling and yelling. The city championship was theirs. Williams ran toward home, and joined the mob that had picked Ramirez onto their shoulders.

Her bra now pulled down, she looked at the other team, shoving her finger in the air and sticking out her tongue at them. The catcher's teammates were yelling at him, and their manager was arguing with the umpire as the Twelfth Precinct softball team carried Ramirez to her car.

"Ramirez. You're working the street tonight," Sergeant Adams barked.

Officer Felicitas Ramirez frowned. She wanted to tell him she wasn't comfortable walking the streets, that she would prefer another assignment, but knew her request would fall on deaf ears. She couldn't tell him what she had done, but she knew that going onto the street would cause more trouble within her. But in this precinct, what Sergeant Adams said was gospel.

"Make sure you wear a really short skirt," a voice yelled out from the back.

"That's enough from you, Michalski. Please do not insult our star player like that." the sergeant barked smiling at her.

Felicitas listened to the rest of the assignments, and when the sergeant asked if there were any comments or questions, she opened her mouth to speak, but decided to keep her mouth shut.

As she filed out the door with the rest of the officers, she heard Michalski say, "Make sure you wear something that shows off your big tits, maybe a little see though blouse or something. You can strip it off again for me anytime you want, Ramirez."

Ramirez' partner, Frank Williams, answered for her, "Shut the fuck up, asshole."

"What's the matter, Williams, don't you want to see your partner's tits again?"

Williams grabbed Michalski by the throat, pressing him against the wall, "Don't you know that you don't talk to ladies like that?" he yelled feeling the anger build in him.

"Fuck you, Williams!" Michalski yelled, trying to push Williams away.

"Let him down, Williams. I can take care of myself," Ramirez said, afraid that her partner was going to hurt Michalski.

"I bet you can, Ramirez. While you're at it, you can take care of me too," answered Michalski.

Williams tightened his grip around Michalski's throat. His face turning red with anger. He wanted to help his partner, he wanted to teach Michalski a lesson about being a smartass.

"I said let him go, Williams." Ramirez yelled. She was afraid that his partner was going to reach back and punch Michalski in the mouth. he deserved it, but if anybody was going to do it, she wanted to be the one. Then she remembered what happened at the softball game, and remembered what had happened the night before, and decided that she wanted this entire episode with Michalski to be over.

"You heard the lady. Let me go." Michalski answered calmly with a smart ass smile.

"If I hear one more obscene comment about my partner, you'll have to answer to me," Williams said as he let Michalski down.

"Michalski, in my office. Now!" Sergeant Adam's voice boomed from behind them. "Everybody else, get to work!"

Underneath the streetlights that brightened the dinginess of the inner city, Officer Felicitas Ramirez stood alone on North Avenue. Her breasts were barely contained in her bustier, and the hem of her red leather skirt barely covered the red thong she wore underneath.

"Hey, beautiful." she heard somebody yell from a passing car.

"Hi, sexy," she said as she approached the late model BMW.

"What's a sexy thing like you doing out here on a night like this?"

"Maybe I should ask you that? Most of the guys around here seem pretty desperate. You, on the other hand sugar, look good enough to eat." Felicitas answered with a smile. She looked at the man inside the car, making a note of his Rolex.

"I was just... you know... looking for some fun." He answered, moving his eyes up and down her body.

Felicitas popped her bubble gum and smiled. "So what kind of fun are you looking for, sugar?"

"A few minutes of fun. You look like just what the doctor ordered." He replied confidently.

"Oh, I'm loads of fun, sugar. I'm full of surprises." Felicitas stuck her head through the passenger-side window, feeling her breasts nearly fall out of the bustier and her skirt rise up. Knowing that not only were here breasts on display to the man in the BMW, but her legs and most of her ass were being looked at by her partners, Feli could feel a wetness between her legs as he stared at her breasts. "What did ya have in mind, sugar?"

Ramirez looked at the man as he subconsciously licked his lips. "I was just in the mood for a little blow job, but after finding you, I think I might be in the mood for something more than that." He answered.

Ramirez looked down at the man's crotch, where a noticeable bulge had appeared. "Whatever you want, sugar. I'm ready for anything." She ran her hands up her body from her hips to her chest. "Like what ya see?" Feli smiled at him, loving the feel of his eyes as he took in her barely dressed body.

"Fuck yeah. Is a fifty enough, sweet thing?" He answered with a confident smile.

Felicitas walked in front of his car, put her hands behind her head, slowly fluffing her hair. On her signal, two of her fellow officers appeared out of nowhere. Dressed in jeans and sweatshirts, they approached the BMW from the back.

"Sorry, dude. I don't think fifty is gonna be enough to get you out of the slammer tonight. You're under arrest." Ramirez whispered to the man as she leaned into the drivers side window, one nipple half exposed to him.

"What the fuck! No way, bitch. I'm outa here!" He yelled. His eyes opened wide, the confident suave expression on his face replaced by one of nervousness.

"I wouldn't do it if I were you, buddy," Officer Williams shouted, pointing his gun at the man.

"This is entrapment. I'm an attorney, dammit," the man yelled as he was being dragged out of his car and pushed against his expensive sports car. Ramirez walked in front of him, blowing him a kiss as Williams pulled the man's arms behind his back, a pained expression on his face.

Williams slapped the handcuffs on the man, "Well Mr. Big-shot Attorney, then what I'm about to tell you should sound very familiar. You have the right to remain silent..."

Officer Ramirez adjusted her skirt, and walked back onto the sidewalk, pulling the hem of her skirt lower, knowing that her fellow officers were watching, or at least hoping they were watching.

"It was pretty slow out there tonight," Officer Williams told the Sergeant, "but thanks to Ramirez, we nailed four bastards tonight."

"I wish she didn't have to dress so slutty to work the street," the sergeant replied.

"She doesn't seem to mind, though." Williams responded, "She's one-hundred percent cop,"

"Either way, I wish I didn't have to put her out there. She has too much class and we could use her smarts someplace else, but I don't have anybody else to put out there. The damn Mayor wants to clean up the streets. The election is in a couple of weeks."

"I know, but she does look pretty sexy shaking her ass out there," Williams said. "You should have seen her tonight, every time she bent over, her skirt rode halfway up her ass."

"That must have been a nice view. I would love to have seen it."

"You should see everything jiggle when she's out there trying to get attention. I've seen cars slam on their brakes so the driver could look at her. I've seen two accidents caused by her too. The drivers were so busy staring at her, that they didn't see the car in front of them stop at the red light."

"That's enough, Williams. She's your partner and I'm her boss. We shouldn't be talking about her sweet ass. Sometimes I think she really enjoys working the street."

"Not really Sergeant." Felicitas said, approaching the two men, now in her civilian clothes. She wanted to tell them everything, but knew that Sarge was the last person that she wanted to know, maybe Williams though. He really was a special guy, different than any other man that she had ever known.

"Sorry Ramirez, I didn't realize..."

"For your information, guys, I hate being on the street, but if we put Williams in a short skirt, I don't think we would get many busts." Ramirez lied, hiding her secret.

Williams laughed and needled his partner. "I can tell you like it Ramirez, the way you strut around out there..."

"I'm a good actress. Now if the two of you are finished talking about my sweet ass and the way my skirt shows it off, I would like to get these reports done so I can go home and get some sleep."

"But talking about your ass is so much more exciting than these damn reports." Williams answered with a smile.

"Fuck you, Williams." Ramirez said, sticking her middle finger in the air and thrusting it at her partner, a coquettish smile on her face.

"Anytime," Williams responded under his breath.

"Tomorrow is Friday. I bet we can get at least ten," Frank Williams said as he drove his partner home in his pickup.

His comment was answered by silence. He looked at Ramirez staring blankly out the window.

"Ramirez, you with me or are you on another planet or something?"

"What, Williams? Sorry, I wasn't listening," Felicitas answered, finally acknowledging her partner.

"I said I bet we can nail at least ten tomorrow."

"Can I ask your advice about something?" Ramirez asked, still looking absentmindedly out the window not hearing a word that he said.

"Sure, Ramirez."

"This is between me and you, okay? If you tell anybody, I'll make sure that your service revolver gets used for once," she said looking deeply into his eyes.

"Okay, between me and you. What is it?"

"If the Sergeant finds out..."

"He won't. I promise."

"I can't work the street anymore. I think I'm going to turn in a transfer request tomorrow"

"What do you mean you can't work the street anymore? We get more busts than anybody." Williams answered, surprised at his partners announcement.

"You won't understand. You're a guy," Ramirez said frowning.

"Try me. There's a really sensitive guy hidden under this macho cop front," Williams said, a soft smile on his face. As much as he liked his partner, he was still unsure how much about her he really knew. There always seemed to be more about her than what she let people know. He knew her better than anybody on the force, but what he knew about her would fit on an index card. Still, he found himself very attracted to her. It was more than her looks, there seemed to be something within her that drew him toward her.

"Yeah, right..." Ramirez said, a quick smile on her lips. She frowned again and looked out the window blankly.

"No, really. I might surprise you."

Ramirez continued to look out the window, after a few moments, she looked back at Williams and answered, "You promise not to tell anybody?"

"I already promised."

Ramirez took a deep breath and continued. " Remember back at the station, when you and the Sarge were talking about how much I like working the street?"

"That was just guy stuff. We didn't mean anything by it."

Ramirez laughed. "No, I don't mind the comments, but the problem really is that I do enjoy walking around out there wearing tiny little skirts and having men leer at me. I'm crazy, ain't I?"

"No, you're not crazy," Williams answered laughing, parking his car in front of his partner's apartment bulding. "We like looking at you. We keep hoping your tits will pop out of your top."

"I'm serious, Williams," she said softly punching his shoulder. "Today, that lawyer in the BMW... I wanted to let my tits fall out so he could see them. Then I wanted to hop into his car and earn the fifty bucks he offered."

"Just be strong and don't give in to temptation." he answered, wondering why she had chose him to tell, but happy that she did, "just a little longer and we both should be getting promoted off the street. Then you won't have to worry about it."

Felicitas laughed sarcastically. "Be strong. It's too late for that."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You promise not to tell anybody?" She looked at her partner. She had an instinct about Williams, that he was different, that he didn't use people then throw them away, but she still was scared to tell him.

"I promise. You're my partner, aren't you? I trust you with my life and I hope you feel the same."

"I do trust you with my life. It's my secrets I'm not so sure about."

"If you can trust me with your life, you can trust me to keep a secret."

"I turned a trick last night." She blurted out. As soon as she did, she regretted saying it.

"What? Are you crazy, Ramirez?" Williams yelled.

"Probably." she should have known better, she thought, he wasn't any different than all the others.

"You weren't even on duty last night." Williams answered, trying to calm himself down. How could his partner do something that stupid? What was she thinking?

"I might be crazy, but I'm not stupid." she yelled,"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell, it's just that... I don't know. Forget about it, forget about everything."

"No Ramirez. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. Listen, I promise not to tell anybody, or I'll use my own revolver on me. Keep going, I'm listening. I'm your partner, man. I'll help you ay way I can."

Feli looked at him, and somehow sensed that he was serious. Deciding to continue, she said, "I knew vice was working North Avenue last night, so I went out to Division and turned three tricks."

"You let these guys fuck you? For money?"

Ramirez slowly nodded. Not able to look her partner in the eyes, she stared blankly out the window.

"How much?"

"A hundred each. But it isn't the money, it's the... never mind, you wouldn't understand."

"It's the what, Ramirez?"

"I didn't plan on turning any tricks. I just wanted to check out the street, but some guy gave me twenty bucks to flash my tits, so I figured, what the hell, I'm not on duty, so I did. Then one thing led to another, and I found myself in a cheap motel with my legs spread and this college kid fucking me. I came twice before he did, and lasted about two minutes."

"Shit, Ramirez. Did flashing your body turn you on that much?"

"That and some guy thinking that I was hot enough to pay me."

"Well, if it helps, I would pay to see your tits, and I would pay to fuck you."

"Thanks, Williams." Felicitas Ramirez answered laughing, "You're a big help."

Williams studied his partner, her eyes sparkling as she gazed into his eyes, "Anytime, Ramirez. So what are you gonna do. You can't keep turning tricks?"

"I don't know. If I turn in a transfer request I'll have to start at the bottom in another department somewhere."

"I have an idea, but you're gonna think it's crazy."

"I'll do almost anything to be able to solve this problem."

"It's simple. Keep turning tricks, but with somebody safe."

"Yeah right... Who? You?"

Williams pulled out his wallet, pulled out a crisp twenty dollar bill. "Open your blouse and let me see your tits."

Ramirez stared at her partner, her mouth opening in astonishment, "You're crazy, Williams."

"I'm serious."

"No. You are definitely crazy."

"Think about it. Or would you prefer to turn tricks out on the street with some college kid or hard-up lawyer."

"You really are serious, aren't you?"

"Completely."

Felicitas looked down at her blouse, then back at her partner. "You'll give me twenty buck to look at my boobs?"

"Yes."

"We're both crazy."

Ramirez slowly unbuttoned her blouse. "This isn't working. I'm not getting the same thrill as I did last night. I know you."

"We can try one more thing."

"What?"

"Dress up in something really slutty, and I'll met you on the corner of Division and First."

"That might work. Maybe if I'm on the street instead of in your truck... I'll meet you there at four."

"I'll be there with bells on."

"And I'll have a little less on than that."

Williams watched his partner enter her apartment, then drove to the nearest all-night diner. He ate his dinner in silence, occasionally looking at the clock. Paying his bill, then leaving a larger than normal tip, he returned to his truck and drove to the corner of First and Division.

He could see a few hookers, most of them looking dazed or desperate. Not seeing Ramirez, he drove around the block. As he returned to the intersection, he saw his partner get out of the passenger side of a Mustang, her blouse pulled down to her waist, her large breasts exposed. She smiled at the driver, and he waved back as he drove away.

Felicitas fixed her top, but carefully left just a hint of her dark nipples exposed.

"What you looking for, sugar?" she asked.

"I'm looking for a good time," Williams answered.

"Since you don't look like a cop," she said as she popped her gum, "I'll tell you straight out I'm good."

"You have perfect tits." he answered. He looked at the girl standing outside his car, but it wasn't Ramirez, his partner anymore, it was somebody else. He could see his partners face hidden under the makeup, but the way hse walked, the way she talke was totally different. Even when she worked the streets busting the dumb son of a bitches that she got paid to bust, he could see his partner, but standing outside of his car, her badge far away, she wasn't a cop anymore, just another hooker.

She smiled at him, "You think so?"

"I know so."

"Wanna see 'em sugar?"

"Definitely."

She looked around, then poked her head into the open window of his truck, "Twenty bucks."

"Twenty bucks! I can get a blow job for twenty bucks."

"I can do that for you too, sugar. For the right price, I can make your head spin and your dick spurt more than you ever imagined."

"I think I should get a free sample."

"Ain't nothing free, sugar. Now are you interested or not? I got me plenty of other customers."

"Hop in."

She smiled and walked to the passenger side, popping her gum loudly as she entered the truck.

Williams looked at her, saw that her skirt was pushed up past her thighs, her tiny white panties visible.

"Drive up a block and turn right. There's a motel there, you'll only have to pay for an hour or so."

"So are you going to let me see your tits?" Williams asked as he pulled into the parking lot.

"You gonna give me the twenty?"

Williams pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet, "What's your name, anyway?" Turning off the ignition, he looked to the woman next to him, and tried to find his partner someplace. He was sure that if he looked enough, he would see Ramirez.

"My name sugar?" she answered as she grabbed the money from his hand, "My name is... my name is Thalia."

"Are you going to let me see what I paid for now, Thalia?"

The hooker pulled her top down, exposing her breasts to her customer. "You like them? They're real too. None of that plastic shit."

Williams stared at the dark areola contrasted by the lighter skin of her breast. The hard nipples seemed to be made to suck on. He watched as the girl cupped her breasts in her hands, pulling one of the nipples to her mouth. She let her tongue swirl around the outside of her nipple, then wrapped her lips around it, erotically sucking on it, her eyes locked on his.

"You can go ahead and touch 'em. That way you'll know for sure that they ain't plastic."

Williams shyly moved his hand to her breast, softly feeling the weight in his hand. He let his fingers softly pinch her nipple, hearing her sigh as he did.

"So what ya say sugar? Wanna get a room?"

"How much?"

"What you offerin'?"

"Fifty."

"I'll go in there with ya for fifty, but if you give me a little more, I'll make sure that you get your money's worth sugar."

"How about a hundred?"

Thalia smiled at him, hopped out of the truck, motioning him to follow. They entered the lobby of the sleazy motel and Williams heard the clerk ask Thalia, "An hour Thalia, or is this gonna be a long one?"

"Don't ask me, ask this handsome guy."

The clerk looked at Williams, who answered, "Um, all night."

"Ooh, stud, do ya think that you'll be able to handle me all night?"

"I think I can," he answered, handing the clerk the money.

"Same room, Thalia?"

"Yeah."

He handed the key to the girl, and Williams followed her back outside to a room near next to the office.

"He knows your name, Ramirez? I thought you told me you just started doing this last night."

"I don't know who you're talking about, sugar. I don't know no Ramirez," she answered as she opened the door.

Williams followed her into the room. Thalia pulled her top off and slid her skirt off her hips. "Okay, Sugar, time to pay up. Since you paid the motel for all night, I'm expectin' you to pay me for all night."

"And how much is that, Thalia?"

"I usually charge two hundred, but for you, since you are so handsome, one fifty."

Williams handed her the money from his wallet and said, "At least it will keep you off the street tonight, Ramirez."

"Who is this Ramirez you keep talkin' about? My name is Thalia De Leon. I don't know no Ramirez. Now can you stop talking about Ramirez, and come over here to the bed with me? I have to see what kind of cock a stud like you has waitin' for me."

"I can't do this, Ramirez."

"Shut up with that 'Ramirez' stuff," she said as she approached him. "Listen, I'm gonna say this real slow, so you can understand. My name is Thalia, and right now all I'm interested in is your cock."

Thalia unzipped Williams' pants and boxers, freeing his cock. "Looks like you're gonna need some help stud." The girl wrapped her lips around his cock, expertly using her tongue and lips to excite it. "That's much nicer," she said as she took a deep breath and returned to his cock.

Williams looked down at his partner, who he had been undressing with his eyes for the last year. Now as she sucked his cock, he somehow wasn't as excited as he fantasized he would be.

"You're gonna cum like you never had before, sugar."

"Stop, Ramirez. Not like this, I can't do it like this, not with you."

"Shut up with this 'Ramirez' crap! Just let Thalia suck on your hard cock and come in my mouth for me. I don't let my customers do that, but for you, I'll make an exception."

Williams fell onto the bed, and despite the whole situation, Thalia's talented mouth soon brought him to the brink of orgasm.

"I'm coming, Ramirez, I'm coming."

Thalia pulled her mouth away for a second and answered, "Come in my mouth, sugar, and let me swallow all of your cum."

As she returned her mouth to his cock, Williams moaned loudly, his cum spurting out of his cock. Thalia tried to catch it all in her mouth, but some of it dribbled out of the corner.

"Wow, sugar, you sure had a lot of cum in ya." She swallowed what was in her mouth, and licked the rest of the cum from her mouth, and returned her tongue to his cock, licking up the last drops that remained.

She got off her knees, and sat back onto the bed. After first removing her panties, Thalia spread her legs and said, "Come on stud, fuck me! Fuck me all night long with your big white cock. Fuck your little slut."

Williams looked at his partner, completely naked on the bed, her legs spread open, her trimmed pussy tantalizingly waiting for him. "I can't, Ramirez. I can't!" he said as he pulled his pants back up and started to walk out of the motel room.

"What's the matter, sugar? Thalia's pussy isn't hot enough for you?"

:"I'll see you tomorrow, Ramirez."

"Fuck you, sugar. I ain't Ramirez," Thalia yelled at him as he left. As the door slowly shut behind him, Officer Felicitas Ramirez buried her head in the pillow and cried herself to sleep.

Officer Frank Williams honked the horn, waiting for his partner to ride with him to the station. As she walked down the stairs, the first thing he noticed was her clothes. The khaki shorts and bikini top wasn't what she normally wore to work.

"Get dressed, Ramirez. We're late."

"Sorry, I guess I should have called. I'm on medical leave."

"What? What's the matter?"

"I called Sarge and told him I wanted to transfer, but he insisted that I take some time to think about it, so he had Doctor Richards put me on medical leave. Two weeks. I guess I've been having back problems."

"Damn. I am having a really bad day. First the damn truck wouldn't start, and now this."

"It gets better. You're working with Strenska."

"Strenska? I am not looking forward to seeing her in a short skirt."

"She'll probably make you wear one and put you in front of the massage parlor on Franklin."

"And if I didn't, she would definitely kick my ass."

Felicitas laughed. "You'd better get going. She will kick your ass if you're late."

"What about you. What are you planning on doing?"

"I'm going to visit my parents for a while, then I'll decide what I'm going to do."

"That's probably a good idea. And about last night..."

"I have to get going. We'll talk about it later."

"Okay, but if you need somebody to talk to..."

"You'll be the first person I talk to. You don't have to worry about that."

"Keep in touch. I'm worried about you."

"I will. And thanks for everything."

Officer Williams watched his partner climb the stairs, trying not to undress her with his eyes, but her naked body still haunted him.

Feli turned the television off for the tenth time in the past hour. She needed to talk to somebody, but didn't know who she could talk to. Williams was the logical choice, but she had lied to him and told him that she had gone to visit her parents. Sneaking a look at the clock, her thoughts turned to her partner, and what she should be doing right now, if it weren't for her problems. She should have been on the street busting people for soliciting prostitutes. Instead, she was inside her apartment trying to kill time.

Walking to the window, she looked out at the darkened street. She felt a desire to be out there, feeling wanted by somebody, anybody, even if they only wanted her for one thing. Feli shook her head, trying to lose that train of thought.

She turned on the television one more time, and flipped through the channels. Not finding anything interesting again, she turned it off and threw the remote control onto the coffee table in disgust.

Picking up the phone, she dialed the first few numbers of Williams' cell phone, and slammed the phone down angrily. Deciding that she needed something to eat, she looked in the refrigerator and found nothing except for an expired gallon of milk and some leftover take out Chinese food. Sometimes she wondered why she even owned a refrigerator, she almost never ate at home, and when she did, it was always take home from some restaurant.

Feli walked into her bedroom, pulled off her sweatshirt and looked into her closet. It was divided into two sections, one for her normal clothes and uniforms, and the other with the more revealing outfits she needed for her work, both of them. She picked out a pair of khaki shorts and a white cotton blouse. After putting them on, she looked in the mirror, shook her head, and took them off, hanging them back in the closet.

Looking into the mirror at her panty clad body, she heard herself rationalizing to herself her reasons for wearing something sexy. She wasn't planning on turning any tricks, what could it hurt to wear something sexy and feel men stare at her. Anyway, she could see how much control she had over her desire to sell herself.

Feli decided to put on a pair of denim shorts that were one size too small for her, and a little white tank top that showed off her breasts. She knew that men would look at her in this outfit, and she needed to know if she could resist the temptation to sell herself. To complete the outfit, she pulled her hair into a ponytail, put on a baseball cap backwards and pulled on her running shoes.

Before she left to buy some food, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled as she pulled her top down a little to show some more cleavage. Locking her apartment door behind her, she walked down the stairs and felt the warm breeze. Deciding to walk to the all night grocery store, she strolled by her car and started the four block trip.

Her walk was uneventful, except for a few bums looking at her as she walked by. She could almost feel their eyes undressing her, and knowing that her revolver was in her purse, she felt safe and wiggled maybe just a little extra for them.

Once at the grocery store, she quickly grabbed a couple of microwave dinners, a bottle of diet soda and a couple of other things. As she bent down to get something from a bottom shelf, she heard a loud crash behind her, and turned just in time to see a display of cereal boxes fall onto a man behind her.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"You gotta watch where you're walking." she said stifling a giggle as she bent over to help him up.

"I know, but I was distracted for a second. This is going to sound corny, but what is a beautiful woman like you doing out this late at night dressed like that. You know this isn't the safest part of town."

Feli laughed and answered, "I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."

"I see that. Listen, if you don't mind, I can give you a ride home. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

Feli shrugged her shoulders, and smiled as the man watched her breasts jiggle in her blouse, "Sure. That would be nice."

"It would? I mean they are, wait, I mean okay. I have to get a couple more things, meet me out front?"

"Sure." Feli answered. She turned and walked to the checkout.

After paying for her groceries, she walked outside, and waited for her ride. After a few minutes, he joined her and showed her to his car, making small talk on the way.

Once inside the car, he turned to her and asked, "Okay, where to?"

"Go out here, and turn left. I only live a couple of blocks away."

They talked a little on the short trip, and Feli learned that his name was Sean. As he pulled into the parking lot, parking his car as close to the apartment as he could, she turned to face him and asked, "Are you hungry? All I have are these microwave dinners, but if you want one, you can come up to my apartment with me." As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized what she was doing and knew she was in trouble.

"Sure. I love microwaved fried chicken."

Feli smiled at him, trying to figure out how to stop this. "I'm really sorry, I mean, I must sound like a bitch or something, but, maybe, I don't know, maybe I can just say thanks for the ride and we can leave it at that. I hate to... I'm sorry, but..."

"I understand." he said, then he looked at her and added, "If it makes any difference, I'm willing to pay."

Feli looked away from his eyes, and stared silently at her feet.

"I'm sorry if I'm wrong, but dressed the way you are, and out walking around at this time of night, I just assumed... I mean I thought that maybe..."

"Fifty bucks for a blowjob, we can do that here. If you want anything more, it's two hundred bucks."

Sean pulled out his wallet and hiding it's contents from her, he pulled out two hundred dollar bills and handed them to her. "I'm sorry. I've never done this before."

"There's a first time for everything. C'mon, let's go."

Feli opened her door and got out, without turning, she walked to her apartment building. Opening the lock to the main entrance, she waited for him to go in before her. Once inside the building, she looked around, winked at him and said, "Follow me."

Going up the stairs, she felt his eyes on her butt. As she opened the door to her apartment, she turned toward him, and pulled her top off. Slamming the door behind them she pushed him onto the couch and slowly peeled her shorts and panties off.

"Sean. I don't think we can do this if you don't take off your clothes."

When he hesitated for a second, she got onto her hands and knees and quickly pulled down his pants. "If you don't mind, we can start off with a blow job." Grasping his cock in her hand, she grabbed her blouse and quickly wiped his cock. Closing her eyes, she put the head of his cock between her lips.

"Thanks, Feli. You were really worth the money. I haven't gotten fucked that good in years."

Feli smiled and opened the door for him. On his way out the door, he stopped, kissed her nipples and ran his fingers along her pussy. "Sorry, I just needed one more touch. I'll see you around."

Feli blew him a kiss and closed the door softly behind him. She walked to the bathroom turning the water on as hot as she could stand. She tried to clean away what she had done. As hard as she tried, she couldn't wash away the feelings in her heart.

"So how are things going with Strenska, it's been a what, a week?" Ramirez asked over the phone.

"Seems more like a year. I'm actually surprised. We've busted some very desperate dudes."

"Some guys will pay for anyplace to get off, I guess."

"They must be very desperate to pay her. She hates doing it. She wants me to tell you to get back so she can go back to her desk."

"Just another week to go. I'm feeling much better now."

"Still thinking about transferring?"

"I don't think I will. I think I have everything sorted out now."

"That is such good news. I can't wait until you're back. You're my partner and I really do miss you."

"You just miss my little ass wiggling in front of you," Ramirez responded with a laugh.

"No, I miss you. Damn, I must be the first cop in the history of the department to tell his partner that he missed her."

"I won't tell anybody. Just no more comments about my body behind my back."

"Deal. Hey, if you're in town Sunday, I'm going to the Sox game. I would love for you to join me."

"I would love to go, but I probably won't be back in time."

"It's a night game. If you make it back, let me know."

"I will, and Frank..."

"Frank? Since when do you call me Frank?"

"Since I decided you really aren't an asshole."

"Thanks, Ramirez."

"You're welcome, Frank... And one more thing before I hang up?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Frank Williams wasn't sure if he was more surprised by the words his partner had just told him, or that following the words, the line went dead.

"Damn."

"Hey baby. How much for a blowjob?"

Thalia DeLeon looked at her prospective customer, as his eyes stared at her breasts spilling out of her tube top. He wasn't that bad looking, "How much ya' offerin' sweetie?"

"For a babe like you. I'll let you come over here and name your price."

Thalia walked to the open window of the red Ford, sticking her head through the window. "I tell ya what sugar. For fifty bucks I can make you cum so hard with my lips, you won't be able to cum again for a week."

"Fifty bucks huh?"

"Fifty bucks to feel these lips wrapped around your cock."

"I hate to tell you this, but you're under arrest." The man said as he pulled out his wallet, flashing his badge at her."

"What! You asshole, You fucking asshole. Why don't you go arrest some child molesters or something. I'm not hurtin' anybody."

"Sorry, ma'am. I gotta take you in. Of course, maybe we could work out some sort of deal."

"I'm all for makin' deals, sugar." Thalia answered with a smile.

"Why don't you walk around, get in the car, and give me a little sample of what you got."

Thalia walked around the car, she thought about running, but knew that she wouldn't get very far. Opening the car door, she slid into the seat. "What kinda deal you offerin' sugar?"

"Tell you what, let me see what you have to offer, then maybe I'll think about taking you to the hotel for a while. My partner and I could use some entertainment for the night."

"Mmm sugar," she said pulling her tube top down and exposing her breasts. "I like dealin' with you."

"Jesus! Are those real?"

"Baby, ain't no plastic in my body. Like 'em?"

"The rest of me is just as hot, if you know what I mean. Why don't we get a room, and let me see if I can convince you and your partner to let me go."

"On the way, why don't you show me exactly how hot the rest of your body is. I gotta call Crawford and tell him to meet me at the hotel."

As the police officer called his partner, Thalia hiked her skirt to her waist and pulled her panties to the side. Softly stroking her wet pussy, she slid one finger inside and softly moaned. "See how hot I am?"

Hanging up the cell phone, he answered, "Damn, baby. You really are hot. What's your name anyway?"

"Thalia. What's yours sweetie?"

"Jansen. Lieutenant Jansen."

"Well Lieutenant. Hurry up and get to the hotel. This pussy needs your hard cock inside."

Thalia relaxed on the bed. Thoroughly satisfied after orgasming four times as the two cops fucked her for over an hour. Wanting to sleep, she closed her eyes, then felt the cold handcuffs on her wrists. "Hey! What you guys doin'?"

"We gotta take you in Thalia. Rules are rules you know."

"No! You can't take me in. Please don't arrest me. I'll do anything you want. Anything, just please let me go."

"Sorry." Jansen answered as he pulled her tube top over her chest. Grabbing her skirt, he tried to pull it over her hips, but was met by Feli's foot kicking his nose.

"Hold her dammit!" Crawford held her legs as Jansen slid the skirt up.

"Motherfuckers! Let me go assholes. I did what you wanted. What happened to our deal?"

"Put something in her fuckin' mouth so we don't have to listen to her all the way to the station. Hurry it up, we gotta check in soon."

"I can't believe the Sox are beating the hell out of the Yankees," Williams told his dad.

"Just damned lucky."

"That kid on the mound is pitching a hell of a game though."

"Just damned lucky, that's all."

Williams looked at his dad, and was about to tell him that sometimes luck was better than skill, when his cell phone rang.

"Williams," he answered.

"Is this officer Frank Williams?" an unknown voice asked.

"Yeah. Who the fuck are you?"

"This is Officer Jansen from the eighteenth precinct. We have a hooker here, says that you know her."

"A hooker. What's her name?"

"Hold on. It's Thalia Del Leon. Sound familiar?"

"Damn. Yeah, she's an informant of mine. Helped me with a couple of busts."

"Well she definitely has the bust," Officer Jansen laughed. "If you don't want her to get processed, you better get here as soon as you can."

"I'll be right there."

"We'll be waiting for you."

William's turned off his phone and told his dad, "I have to get going."

"Business, huh? A cops work is never done. Didn't I always tell you that."

"Every day when you got off the beat. Let me give you my keys..."

"Take them, I can take the damn el home."

"Okay. Be careful dad."

"Get out of here. I want to watch the Sox beat the damn Yankees. Go."

"I'm looking for Detective Jansen."

"Over there. Hey, Jansen!"

"Can I help you?"

"I'm Frank Williams. You have a Thalia del Leon waiting for me."

"Yeah, we have her. Follow me."

Williams followed him down the hall to the holding cells. "She's in there. What do you want me to do?"

"Can you lose the paperwork for me? I owe her a big favor."

"Just get her out of here, will ya'? She's got a big mouth. Tell her if I ever see her even jaywalking in my precinct that she is going to County."

"I will."

Jansen unlocked the door, and left Williams alone outside the door. Frank opened the door to the cell and walked in. "C'mon, Thalia. Let's get out of here."

Thalia silently stood and followed him out the cell, as she passed Officer Jansen, she suddenly yelled out, "What's the matter? I wasn't a good enough fuck for you and your partner? You lied to me, asshole."

"Shut her up, Williams, or she is going straight back in there."

"The blow job wasn't enough was it? You both had to fuck me, didn't ya. Your partner's cock wasn't too bad, but I didn't feel a thing when you was fuckin' me."

"Get her the fuck out of here. Now!"

"Shut up, Thalia. Or do you want to go back and get processed?"

She glared at Officer Jansen, but stayed quiet and walked out of the station. They approached Williams' pickup in silence, and drove off into the night without a word being spoken.

After five minutes of silence, Williams finally spoke, "Are you going to tell me what happened, or am I going to have to guess."

"It's none of your damn business."

"Ramirez, it is my business now. What the fuck were you doing?"

"Don't start with that Ramirez crap again."

"Shut the fuck up, Ramirez. Get it straight. You are Felicitas Ramirez and you are a fucking police officer. A cop. You can't be turning tricks."

"I can turn tricks if I fucking want to, Frank."

"Great. You want me to drop you off on some fucking corner somewhere so you can sell your ass some more?"

Williams turned to look at her partner and noticed her left breast was hanging outside her tube top. He looked at her face, and saw the tears running down her cheeks.

When she finally looked at him, his eyes had returned to her exposed breast. "See somethin' that you like sugar?"

"Stop it, Ramirez."

She pulled the top lower, exposing both breasts to him. Softly cupping one, she pulled it to her mouth and started to suck on the nipple. Letting her breast free, she placed her hands on the hem of her skirt, slowly pulling it higher.

"You didn't fuck me the other night, sugar. Since you paid for it, why don't you pull over and get your money's worth now."

"Cover up, Ramirez."

Moving closer to William's, Thalia let her hand touch his knee. Slowly she traced a line up his thigh. Reaching his cock, she softly caressed it through his jeans. "It feels like you like everythin' you see."

Unbuttoning his jeans and opening the zipper, she pulled his cock out and started to pump it with her hand. "How's that feel?"

"It feels good, but please stop, Ramirez."

Not answering his words, Thalia moved her mouth closer to his cock, and ran her tongue up and down the shaft. Placing the head between her lips, she pushed his cock deep into her mouth, softly sucking on it.

"Stop it, Ramirez. I'm driving."

"The I guess ya better pull over someplace then." she answered quickly, then returned to his cock.

Reluctantly, Williams pulled into a closed McDonald's and parked in the empty lot. Turning off the engine, he looked down at the girl sucking his cock and not able to hold back any longer, he filled her mouth with cum.

She made little swallowing sounds and as she removed her mouth from his cock, she licked his cock clean and swallowed again.

"Damn."

"Take me to my apartment so I can show ya how good of a fuck I am sugar."

"Ramirez..."

"Who the fuck is Ramirez?"

"You are, Ramirez. Get it straight. You are my partner, not some fuckin' streetwalker."

"So does that mean that ya don't wanna fuck me?"

"I want Felicitas Ramirez, not Thalia Del Leon. Do you fucking understand that, Ramirez?"

Ramirez looked at him, opened her mouth to say something, but quickly turned, opened the door and ran down the street.

Williams ran after her, but soon lost her in the darkness of the city. "Fuck!"

Williams drove around the area surrounding the last place he had spotted his partner, desperately trying to locate her. After an hour of seeing the same bums sleeping under the same newspapers, he decided to give up.

Stopping at her apartment, he knocked on the door. After concluding that she wasn't there, he slowly drove home, hoping to get some sleep before looking for her again later in the day.

As he opened the door to his apartment, he looked into the darkness and saw a shadowy figure sitting at his kitchen table. Silently drawing his gun, he turned on the lights, pointing the barrel at the shadow.

"What the fuck are you doing, Ramirez, trying to scare the hell out of me?" he yelled, looking at his partner now dressed in an old sweatshirt of his, her face freshly scrubbed without any hint of the makeup that had covered her hours earlier.

"Sorry, Frank, but I wanted to talk to you, and you weren't home, so I let myself in. I hope you don't mind. I borrowed one of your shirts."

"How the fuck did you get by the security system?"

"I grew up on the streets, remember? I learned lots of interesting things that you don't know about."

"But the guy who sold it to me said nobody could disarm it, and the guys in Burglary told me that it's the best system on the market."

"Whatever, Frank. Are you going to listen to me or are you going to complain about your stupid alarm system?"

"I'm sorry, Ramirez. Do you want some coffee?"

"Thanks. I could use some."

Williams turned on the coffee maker and joined his partner at the kitchen table.

"I don't know where to start, Frank. I've never told anybody anything about myself, but I need to. I trust you Frank. I think I do, at least."

"You can trust me Ramirez. Why don't you start at the beginning?"

Ramirez stared into her partners eyes, searching for something. Whatever she was looking for, she must have found it. "My parents died when I was ten, leaving me and my big brother alone. We moved in with our uncle, but he was a drunk who was always passed out on the bed or out on the street running some con, trying to get enough money for his next bottle. My brother dropped out of high school, trying to make enough money to feed us, but without any education he wasn't able to find a job that paid enough to do more than pay our rent."

"Were you close to your parents?"

"I was my daddy's little girl. He took me everywhere. When he died, I not only lost my father, I lost my best friend. My mom was the hard one. She was always making sure Luis and I finished our homework, kept our rooms clean. She was the authority figure in our house. I loved her, and without her, Luis seemed to lose direction."

"What happened to Luis?"

"I told you that he dropped out of school, but every day, he always waited for me to finish classes, then he would walk me home. I guess he was just trying to protect me. But after a while, he somehow got involved in a gang. He started to deal, and one day, on his way to pick me up at school, he was killed in a drive-by."

"How old were you then?"

"I was fourteen. After his funeral, my uncle was granted custody of me, but I never saw him... just every once in a while on weekends if he needed something."

"How could somebody like that get custody?"

"Whenever anybody from Family Services asked me about him, I lied and told them that I loved him like my dad, and that he treated me like his daughter. He was the only family that I had. I didn't want to lose him, too."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"I need to tell somebody, I'm tired of keeping it inside. I'm not done yet. Now can you shut up and let me finish?"

"Sorry. Keep going, Ramirez."

"My uncle got a check every week that he was supposed to use to buy food, but he usually used it to buy booze, so out of desperation, I learned to hustle people Uptown. Little stuff, like shell games and stuff like that. Then I learned how to pick pockets. I did all of this after school. At school, I was still pulling down A's and B's. I never let anybody know about the rest of my life. I never let anybody get close to me. I was afraid that if I did, that they would end up dead, too."

"That's understandable. You were just a kid."

Ramirez looked at her partner, tears softly falling down her cheeks. "Every day after school, I would take the same way home, drop off my books and take a bus Uptown. Between the school and my house, there was this old man who used to watch me. I don't know how long he had been watching me before I noticed him, but after a while, he started to wave. At first, I ignored him, but after a while, I started to wave back."

"After a while, he started talking to me, and since he seemed normal, I answered him, and everyday we would have the same conversation, adding just a little more each day. I can remember it like it was yesterday, he always called me his *hijita.*."

"One day, he invited me inside for a sandwich, and not being able to resist free food, I went in. The first week, he just let me eat, then after a while, he started hinting that he would like little favors in return for the food. I didn't have any idea what he meant, but he offered me twenty dollars if I would take off my top for him."

"I told him he was crazy, but he kept insisting, and eventually I agreed. I just looked at him and pulled my blouse over my head took off my bra. I still don't know how everything happened, but the next thing I knew, I found myself naked on his bed with him on top of me. When he shoved his cock into me, it hurt so much, but he didn't care, he just pushed harder."

"When he was done, he gave me a fifty-dollar bill and told me to come back the next day. We did that every school day until I graduated. Sometimes he paid me, sometimes he didn't."

"You were fourteen when you started this?"

"Yeah. Anyway, after I graduated, I went to college and tried to forget about everything I had been through, but one night, I was at a bar with some friends, and they entered me in a wet T-shirt contest. I didn't want to do it, but my friends pulled me up there with them. I didn't win, but I had a lot of fun flashing my tits and wiggling my ass."

"I started to look for contests to enter, and then I started to go to amateur nights at some of the strip clubs. I was winning a lot of money and I kept telling myself that I wasn't a stripper or anything immoral like that. I was just having fun. A couple of times after a show I would go home with a guy 'cause I had heard all of my friends tell me how good their boyfriends made them feel. It always ended up being a disaster. I didn't have a clue how to seduce a guy or how to enjoy myself, and I always ended up on my back with the guy pumping away. I never felt a thing"

"Why did you volunteer for Vice Squad?"

"It seemed like the place where I could use my life experiences for something positive instead of negative. I had hated everything I had done before, the contests were fun when I was on stage, the attention was addicting, but afterwards I felt so cheap."

"You never mentioned any boyfriends or anything."

"That's 'cause I never had any. I'm still afraid that if I let somebody get close to me they'll end up dead."

"So you've never made love before?"

Ramirez laughed and answered, "I already told you what I've done, that I used to take guys home with me, and you've seen me on the street. You think I don't fuck my customers or something? Are you dense?"

"Feli, there is a difference between making love and fucking. When two people love each other, something magical happens that makes it different."

"And who is going to fall in love with a fucked-up person like me?"

Williams took a deep breath, looked her in the eye and answered, "I love you, Feli."

"What?"

"Are you dense? I said 'I love you Feli.'" Frank moved closer to her. Moving his lips to hers, he kissed her gently. When she didn't respond, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. He kissed her again. This time he felt Feli's lips trying to match his. She moved her hands around his neck, pulling him toward her. When they broke the kiss, Frank looked at her, wiping away a tear falling down her cheek.

"Why are you crying, Feli? Do I kiss that badly?"

"I don't know, Frank. I've never kissed anybody before."

"Then I guess we should practice a little more," Frank said as he pulled her to him. Gently caressing his partner's back, he felt Feli's growing passion in their kiss, her hands softly massage his neck. Gently breaking the kiss, he stood, lifting her off the ground, her legs wrapping around him. Their lips met again as he carried her from the kitchen into his bedroom, softly placing her on his bed.

"Fuck me, Frank," Feli said.

"Slow down, Feli. There's just the two of us, and we have all the time in the world. Just let me hold you for a while... Let me love you," he answered looking into her eyes. He reached his hand to her face, gently wiping away a tear.

"Just hold me then," she answered. Feli placed her head on Frank's shoulder, feeling the warm tears start to cascade down her face. "I'm sorry. I can't stop crying. I don't know what's the matter with me."

"There's nothing wrong with you, Feli. Just relax."

Frank held her to him for what seemed like hours. Softly caressing her back, feeling her tears on his shoulder.

"Williams." Ramirez said as she laid back on the bed, softly pulling him with her. "Kiss me, again."

Silently, Williams moved his lips to hers. Letting her control the pace for a while, he felt her tongue softly brush his lips. Softly opening his mouth, he let his tongue graze hers, then tenderly explored her mouth with it. Letting his hands start to softly stroke her stomach, he gently pulled her shirt higher, exposing her panties and her bare stomach. Softly tracing lines on her stomach, he let his fingers slowly move higher, until he was softly tracing circles around her nipples.

She broke the kiss, pulling the sweatshirt over her head. He softly kissed her lips, then slowly moved his kisses to her neck. As he let his lips brush against her neck, he felt her slowly start to squirm. He let his tongue slide down her neck, onto her chest. Reaching one of her nipples, he tenderly put his lips onto it, softly pulling it into his mouth. With his other hand, he again started to trace lines on her stomach, letting his fingers slowly move down until he was softly sliding his fingers over her slit, still covered by her panties.

She pressed into his hand, and he started to kiss his way down her stomach. As his kisses reached her inner thigh, he placed his hands on her panties, and gently pulled them down.

Running his tongue on the inside of her thigh, he brushed his tongue on her bare pussy. Placing his tongue at the bottom of her slit, he slowly ran it along her lips, barely making contact. Sliding it back down, he let his tongue press harder against her, and she softly arched her back, pressing herself harder against his tongue.

Softy, Frank slid his tongue inside of her, letting it tease her vulva. Moving it higher, he flicked it quickly against her clitoris, hearing a soft moan escape her lips. Placing his lips around her clitoris, he softly sucked on it, feeling the fleshy bump in his mouth. Softly nibbling it, he heard her start to speak.

"Wow, keep doing that, Don't stop. That feels so ... Mmm... so good!" She pushed against his mouth harder and started to move her lower body up and down. Letting his finger slide into her, he heard her moan, pushing his finger deeply into her.

"Oh my, ohh!" Her body started to move faster, and her moans became more uncontrollable. "Ohhh, ohhhhh!" Her movement started to become less rhythmic and she gave one final push against him, and as he nibbled her clitoris, she groaned loudly, keeping her pussy pressed into him.

He felt her hands on his face, and he looked up at her. "Wait, that was intense, let me relax a second," she said.

He stood, unbuttoned his shirt, tossing onto the floor. Unzipping his pants, he let them fall to his knees. Pulling his boxers down, he stepped out of his clothes and lay next to her.

She moved his lips to his, passionately kissing him. Feli moved on top of Frank, straddling him. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. Soon, he felt her hand grab his cock, and she slowly guided it to her pussy.

"I want you inside me now, Frank," she said as she pushed her body down onto his cock. Feeling it slide inside her, she began to move up and down. As her movements quickened, she started to moan again.

"Slower, Feli. We have all day baby. Just take your time," Frank said.

Slowing down, Feli kissed him again and answered. "I don't know which I like more. Your cock inside me or your kisses."

Reaching his arms around her shoulders, he pulled her back down to him, their lips meeting again. As their tongues intertwined, Feli slowly continued to slide his cock in and out of her pussy. As her breasts pressed into his chest, Frank started to move his cock faster. Matching his pace, she started to fuck him faster.

Their lips pressed together, Frank could feel his orgasm start. Pushing himself into her, he groaned and with one last push, both of them orgasmed.

As their orgasms faded, Feli continued to kiss her partner, slowly continuing to fuck him. Moving her mouth away from his, she fell onto the bed next to him, letting her fingers play with the hairs on his chest.

"Frank?"

"Yes, Feli."

"Thank you."

"I love you, Feli."

"I love you too, Frank. Thank you for holding me and for loving me. I haven't felt this happy since I was a kid."

"Tomorrow, I'm going to take you in and we'll see if we can find a psychiatrist or therapist to help you."

"You do think I'm crazy, don't you?"

"No, but I do know that you need more help than I can give you. I can give you all of the love and affection you want, but you do need to talk to somebody who can help you."

"If I promise to go to a shrink, will you promise to make me feel like you just did? Over and over?"

"I promise. Don't think that just because I love you that we have your problems beat. You're gonna need more than love and tenderness to get yourself straightened out."

"I understand that, Frank. With your help and some professional help, I think I can beat it. But I'm going to need all of the love and support you can give me."

"Baby, I'll be right behind you, and I promise to do everything I can to make you happy. The first thing I can think of is to make good on that promise of making you feel like you just did."

"Now is as good as time as ever, Frank. I love you, Frank."

"I love you, Felicitas Ramirez."

* * End * *