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Ari
“Are you okay, Ari? You haven’t been working all week. Our arrests have gone down the tank. We’ve only arrested ten men this month, and we only have a few days left. That’s a long way from the thirty-six men we took down last month. We were averaging at least one perp a day then. How are we going to explain this slump to our boss?” my partner, Sloane, stands in front of me at the park trying to figure out where my head is.
“I know, it’s just been a slow month,” I say dismissively.
I haven’t had the desire to pretend to want to take men home since I met Blaze. Doing that means I have to transfer sexual energy to them, allow them to talk to me any kind of way, allow them to touch me, and I don’t want that anymore.
“Slow month, eh?”
“That’s what I said. Slow, Sloane. Now, get off my back!” Sloane is the type of person I have to ward off before he gets started. If I don’t get sassy with him at the start of our conversation, I’ll be listening to him talk smack for hours.
“Well, it’s going to be slow if we’re not working, and by we, I mean you because I can’t go in the room with these men.”
“Well, technically, you could,” I remind him. “Some of them are looking for that kind of action.”
“You’re getting off the point, Yan. There’s no way you’re going to convince me that no one’s tricking just because it’s December. I see transactions that appear to be happening with the other girls out here, but I have no insight on what’s going on because my partner is out of commission,” he argues.
Sloane knows as well as I do that these men will come out here and trick if it’s the last thing they do. Even if there is a fifty-fifty chance that the gates of hell will open up and suck them in on the spot, they’ll take that chance. Hell, some of them might even think it’s kinky.
“I’m here now, okay,” I say, not caring enough to offer an excuse for not working. My time with Blaze is off limits for this discussion.
“Well, I went by your house, and you weren’t there. You weren’t at any of your usual spots. What’s going on with you lately? You’ve never slacked on the job, so it has to be something.”
“Stop being so pushy and nosey, Sloane. I just needed some time for myself. Am I allowed that?” I ask.
One of the guys I suspect beat up a prostitute last week walks in front of us. He’s headed over to where there is a group of girls, so I think quick.
“Go on about your business if you don’t want to pay the forty dollars!” I yell at Sloane, giving him the nod so he’ll know I’m going back undercover. “I’m not fucking with you for free!”
“That’s right. You heard the lady,” the man turns on his heels to say. He’s a big husky man, and his skin is blistering red from the cold air. He should be at home somewhere trying to stay warm, but he’s always out here soliciting women so he can brutalize them in a nearby motel.
Sloane slinks away. “My bad, big guy. You can take this one because I’m just not paying that much. It’s out of my price range,” he says before disappearing.
“So, what are you looking for tonight, big money?” I ask the man.
He coughs, and it sounds horrible. “A good time is what I want,” he begins. “Can you give it to me without any attitude? These other girls don’t know how to treat a man, but they want to take a man’s money,” he says, his voice coming out raspy and weak sounding.
I itch to reach inside my bag and pull out my gun. Any wrong move and I’m shooting him where he stands.
“No attitude here. Just all performance. I can do whatever you want,” I say.
“That’s what I like to hear. See you sound professional. What are you asking for?”
“Forty for blow jobs and a hundred for everything, head, and penetration,” I say, my stomach curling.
“Shit, as fine as you are baby, I want everything. How much for me to get in that pretty, round ass of yours? Ooouu, I bet it’s tight too.” His fat tongue slides out of his mouth, and he licks his lips.
My stomach lurches. I don’t like this guy.
“To have anal with everything else, it’ll be one fifty.”
“Oh girl, I can’t wait to get you back to my room. Come on; we can get in my car back here. I’ll drive us to the motel; it’s the one right around the corner.” He coughs that horrid cough again, then walks off with more pep in his step than he had before.
I start to walk behind him while reaching inside my purse. This is a signal to Sloane that I’m ready to arrest the guy. I follow the man to where his car is parked as I watch Sloane move in close to us. Just as the man reaches for the door of his vehicle to let me in, I produce my gun with the safety released.
“It’s always something with you women. What are you doing lady?” he asks, his voice going high as a soprano note.
