Deek is back! Back and just as mean and tough as ever. Deek is a cop`s cop and he found himself investigating a nasty murder case that had him scratching his head. The Senator`s wife was dead - shot at point blank range and it wasn`t clear that the sex before and after the shooting had been rape!As Deek is assisted by Kate, his wife, a dark, seedy and underground world comes to light. Kate went out and got the information Deek couldn’t have got on his own, but it costs her a night of hard graft with a gang of black men.If you like your heroes tough and your sex rough, this story should satisfy you. It`s got some raw interracial sex, threesomes, and more-somes with a bit of girl on girl sex. Deek is the man and he`s the meanest man in the county.
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Pimps are usually easy to locate, but Pud was proving difficult.
One of the many pimps who oversee the city’s whores was a man by the
name of Earl Michaels. Earl’s street name was Monk. I parked my car at
a fire hydrant near the corner of Wilcox and Sixth Street. The whores
stroll, or more correctly stand, all along Wilcox Street. You usually
find pimps somewhere close to whores.
It was about four o’clock in the afternoon when I spotted Monk
Michaels. As pimps are want to do, he was railing on one of his ladies
of the evening. Ladies of the afternoon in this case, but you get my
point.
Most pimps should be taken out and shot, but that’s just my
opinion. As pimps go, Monk was one of the nicer ones. I do not mean to
imply he is anywhere near loveable. He, as far as I know, didn’t beat
his whores so that makes him a class act in my book.
Monk dressed the part of a successful pimp from his platform
shoes to the lime green hat with white plumage. He was giving loving
instructions to an older white curb crawler long past her prime.
“I don’t give a shit how many dicks you have to suck,” kindly
ol’ Monk was telling his whore. “I want you to start pulling your
weight. You been light every fucking day for two weeks. You want me to
sell your ass to Mexico? You know what you’d have to fuck down there,
don’t you?” He made what he thought was a donkey’s braying sound.
“Get your ass to work and don’t be tellin’ me you’re sick. I don’t
give a shit.” Didn’t I tell you Monk was a sweetheart?
“Give her a break, Monk,” I said as I approached them. The old
whore took one look at me, registered me as a cop and quickly
departed.
“What’s up, Deek?” Monk asked. “Hot, ain’t it?”
“Warmed up right nicely,” I agreed. I bet he was hot in his
ground length lavender duster. “You got any idea where Pud might be?”
I asked.
“Pud? Hell no. Ain’t seen Pud in a couple of days. Why you
askin’ ‘bout Pud for?”
“Police business,” I answered, giving him the stock answer we
use when we don’t know or don’t want to say. “Where does his staff
hang out?”
“Staff? My, ain’t you a fancy talker. Pud has his whores
working off Wilcox now days. Down Brad Street and a couple working
that area up near the civic center. Won’t do you no good to go lookin’
for his whores. They ain’t around ‘cause Pud pulled them off the
street.”
“Any idea where they might be working?”
“Naw,” he said with a big shrug. “Something is up, but I don’t
know what.”
“Any suggestions who I ask?”
“Darlene might know something,” he said after a few moments
thought. “She usually knows what’s going on.”
“Okay, I’ll try her,” I said. “Monk, if that gal of yours is
sick she shouldn’t be working.”
“What the fuck, Deek? You her union rep? She ain’t sick, she’s
just lazy.”
“Maybe so,” I said walking away from him. I knew it wasn’t a
good thing to get between a whore and her pimp and I didn’t know why I
was always trying to do so.
Darlene Huff was one of the older madams in town. She was one
of the few women in the pimping trade. Darlene was as tough as a pine
knot and she took no shit from anybody. Whores, other pimps, or
customers all were in awe of Darlene and rightly so.
One reason they were in awe was her size. Darlene was big
enough to hold her own with any man. She stood about six feet tall and
five feet wide and as strong as an ox. I doubt that she had ever been
considered pretty even as a young woman. She was too big and too rough
to be thought of as attractive. I’ve been told by the old-timers she
hadn’t done well as a whore because she was just too damned
intimidating so she got into the management part of the business.
Darlene managed about a dozen white whores and rented them to her
black customers.
“How’s tricks, Darlene?” I asked after I managed to track her
down. She was in a bar located at the edge of what we cops called the
combat zone. The combat zone or CZ was a ten square block area that
required cops to go in two or more. Part of the area was predominately
black and a smaller part was Hispanic. In the zone you could get
everything you might want and a whole lot of things you wouldn’t
want.
“Fine, Dick-tec-tive,” she answered looking up at me and
ignoring the how’s tricks quip. “What is a fine white boy like you
doing in a place like this?” Did I mention that Darlene is black? Not
the yellow or brown hue we’ve become accustomed to calling black.
Darlene is coal black. She claimed to be pure Watusi and I had no
reason to doubt her.
“Looking for information, Darlene,” I said taking a chair at
her table. “Can I buy you a beer?”
“You sure can, if you add a shot of whiskey to it. You looking
for Pud, Deek?” That was another reason people were in awe of Darlene.
She was as smart as a whip and she knew everything worth knowing about
the zone and surrounding area. I told her I was indeed looking for
Pud.
“I don’t know where he got to,” she said after a surly waitress
delivered her beer and shot. “I saw him and that whore they call
Emerald a couple of days ago. They were coming down the sidewalk over
near Wilcox and they were in a hurry so we didn’t talk except to say
hi. Pud looked so scared he was nearly shittin’ himself. Is this
about that bitch that got whacked a couple of days ago?”
“I think it might be,” I admitted. “Do you have any idea where
Pud may have gone?”
“Not a clue,” she said shaking her massive head. “But if you
want, I’ll ask around and see if anybody knows and get back to you.”
That wasn’t right. While Darlene and I got along, we weren’t buddies
so I knew she wanted something in return. Darlene didn’t get to be
queen pimp by giving anything away. I told her it would be appreciated
and waited on the deal to unfold. I was sure there would be a deal.
Darlend downed the shot and chased it with a long drink of beer and
got to it.
“You know Johnny Walker?” she asked. I was sure she didn’t mean
the Scotch whiskey and I nodded. Johnny Walker was the chief black
mover and shaker for our fair city. “Johnny is making a move on my
girls,” she said. “Well actually just one of my ladies. Can you make
him leave me and mine alone?”
“Maybe,” I answered. “I thought Johnny mostly left prostitution
alone these days.”
“Yeah, he don’t mess with it much, but he’s got his eye on my
newest girl. She’s special and Johnny knows it.”
I considered what I knew about Johnny Walker. I was sure he
wasn’t born with that name and I heard he came out of the Louisiana
swamps sometime ago. After fighting and clawing his way up the crime
ladder of success he kept his nose clean as far as the law knew.
Nowadays he didn’t have to commit criminal acts; he hired out to get
it done. I knew he owned several legitimate businesses. I also knew he
was on the city council. I didn’t know it for a fact, but I was sure
he was dirty. Oh I just said that didn’t I when I said he was a
politician?
“Why would you want to fight Johnny Walker?” I asked Darlene.
“What’s one whore more or less? You can always replace her, can’t
you?”
“If she was just any whore, I could,” she said finishing off
the mug of beer with a mighty belch. “This one isn’t just any whore.
She’s one of them things they call an albino. She’s whiter than white
with pale blonde hair and funny looking eyes. She’s so fucking white
she can’t even come out in the sun. That bitch can make me a lot of
money and I don’t want to lose her to Johnny.”
“An albino whore?” That did make her special all right. “Where
did you find an albino?”
“My cousin found her in Texas and sold her to me,” Darlene
answered. “Johnny is putting the heat on me so bad I can’t even bring
her out to work. She’s legal, Deek, so you don’t have to worry about
that. She’s twenty years old and has proof. She’s not a fucking white
slave if that’s what you’re thinking. She wants to whore if Johnny
would let her.”
“What’s her name and where is she?” I asked. I wasn’t about to
take Darlene’s word for anything. “I’ll talk to her and see what’s
going on.”
“Yeah, figured you would,” she said with a laugh. “Boy Scout
like you would want to see for himself. Her name is Ginger. I’m
getting ready to retire and I need this gal to peddle her lily white
ass for me so I can have enough money to retire on. Come on and I’ll
take you to her.”
One thing I noticed right off was Ginger was not an albino. Not
in the strict sense of the term. She had the milky white skin of an
albino, but her eyes had pigmentation. They were a startling green.
Ginger Wadley had a Texas driver’s licenses that showed she was
twenty years old. She had the body that backed it up. That girl was
built like the proverbial shithouse.
“Darlene, I’m bored,” she said when we entered the apartment
where Darlene had her hidden. Then she saw me. “Oh, good you brought
me a customer. He’s white, but I’m horny enough to take a white
dick.”
“He ain’t a customer,” Darlene said. “He’s a cop that’s going
to help us get you back to work. He just wanted to make sure you
weren’t being held against your will. Ain’t that right, Deek?”
“Yes,” I said giving the pretty young woman a closer look. She
was wearing a shapeless dress but even so, she had shape. I’d guess
she had a thirty-six set of tits and more than likely in the double C
or maybe even a D cup.
“I sure ain’t here against my will,” Ginger said. “But if I
don’t get some meat soon, I’m headed back to Texas. I know I can get
some black cock there.”
“Like the gentlemen of color?” I said.
“Don’t much care if they are gentlemen or not,” she said with a
laugh. “Just as long as they got some cock for me. I’m tired of
fucking myself and I want a real man. How about you, mister cop? You
want a free ride?”
That answered the questions of legal and willing plain enough.
I was tempted, but declined her offer. Not because I was married,
because Kate and I had an understanding. It was because that ghost
white woman scared me a little because in her desperation she could do
me bodily harm. I left Darlene and Ginger telling them that I would
talk to Johnny Walker.
Johnny wasn’t hard to locate. I found him in his office across
from city hall. I was admitted after only a short wait. When I told
him why I was there he laughed.
“Hell yes, I want that girl,” he said. “My God, man, have you
seen her? Who wouldn’t want her?”
