This story takes place in a abondonded district of a downtown area of a fictional city. The characters and events shown are completley fiction...but completley possible.
Two cops are on a prostitution stake out, their names are irrelevent, what does matter is who they are to Trish, and what they become.
The Wiz Kid
A blisstering wind roams the airs night, calm, deep in the underbellys pit
between two ill informed vice squads staking the delly at Haymont and fifth
ashamed, distrought, and lit, slept three attics in their own rott and piss
infront of an alleyway pass as they rolled and tossed with the winds wisp
the sidewalks were enriched with the passing street walkers and slick pimps
the hip twitchin hookers moving with such drift from car to car, trick to trick
one in perticular was Trish, a girl desperate to pull her chips and worth in
puttin her work in, advertising her body as she was movin and twurkin
peeping onlookers puttin their words in, 20's up while watchin her skirt lift
but the silence would be foundled, cause out from the undisterbed mist
in minutes, out of a distant corner rolled a BMW pullin up to a curb swift
an herb scent floatin out of the window, doors opened and what emerged is
A paper pushin, black suit kid wit buizness wiz and a face that shown nervous
but with nothin to lose but everything to gain that stirs on the surface
and a hold grip on a hand full of money that he approached the hoes wit
The Jakes
Amist a dusted Honda enclosing cigerette smoke and the smell of day old donutes
waited two patrol cops, one vigorous and uneasy the other impatient and coked up
both watched as the BM rolled up, watched the young man lift a hooks clothes up
watched him examine her figure from the toe up with demeaning lookes of no love
the hope was that the perp would take action so they could get the book sewed up
and sho'nuff, the rich lil bastard lifted his coat up and escorted a girl to the to the car
got in then pressed foward with out pause and jeted toward Port Agore Bullavard
"Thats our man Bob," said the driver smashin the gas in as he tore through the tar
stopin short to implore the girls workin about the fresh new draws dat just moved along
"That hoe snatched up a rich trick!" said the cops but none of the whores applaused
"new pussy always sells, she wont be shit when shes been here this damn long"
All the hookers shook heads and agreed, and their right, new pussy always gets first pick. Thats beside the point though, the officers cranked the car back up and returned to their pursuit of the hooker for what they thought would end in a rutiene bust.........atleast..thats what they thought..
To Be Continued....
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