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If you aren't 18, or 21 if you live in a backwards
place, then go away : )

This story is copyrighted by the writer formerly known
as Maria Gonzales, AKA M-Go. Copyright 2001. Send me an
E-mail at Maria1971@aol.com and/or visit my web site
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Partners

by Maria Gonzales

Copyright 1999 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this 
work without the author's written permission is 
strictly forbidden.

"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."

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