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Subject: {ASSM} I FOUGHT THE LAW, AND...   1 (mc)
Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2001 00:10:03 -0400
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I FOUGHT THE LAW, AND... (mc)

Copyright by Writerzblocked, 2001.  All rights, well, you know. Repost and
archive to your heart's content, just don't charge anyone for it or I'll have
to send Harry Long after you. You all know the rest of the drill by now.  I'm
not
big on headers and/or labels, so anyone reposting may feel free to add whatever
MF, MM, FF stuff they think is necessary.  


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CHAPTER 1


Yeah, OK, you might just say I'm one of those guys that has trouble with
authority.  Always have.  My Mom and Dad figured it out a bit too late for 'em
to do anything about it, lucky for me.  Otherwise I never would've made it past
infancy, much less to adulthood. But I don't like to talk about that, so I
won't.

I'm also one of those guys that hates to lose.  Always have, always will. 
Again, lucky for me it doesn't happen often.  So, you might ask, how the hell
does a guy like me end up in a position like this?

It all goes back to that problem with authority and the fact that those three
damned cops decided to set up their sting operation on my corner.  Now, my
corner isn't any corner - it's MY corner.  Everyone in the whole damned
neighborhood knows it's my corner, but they decided to set up shop there
anyway. It's hard enough to chase away the bums and hoods that come every night
to watch me get my by-pass pussy.  I mean, all I ever asked for was to be left
alone to do what I do - it's not much considering all the trouble I could cause
if I really wanted to.  But, nooo, I guess some goody somewhere decided that
all the women hanging around the corner meant it was the place where the whores
hang out.  Like I'd ever have to resort to that.  So now you're all dealing
with it.  I mean, wouldn't YOU rather be going about your business instead of
keeping me company like this?

Anyway, Officer Hooker comes calling in her tube top, mini, and garters like
anyone in the hood couldn't tell she was anything BUT a cop.  I guess they
figure all the Caddies and Benzes they see parked around the area every night
means that fancy folk can't tell a cop from a whore like the rest of us can. 
Who knows?  But, dammit, they were on MY corner, butting into MY business and,
like I said, I have this problem with authority.  Looking back on it now, maybe
I could've just ignored it, but I'm not like that.  Not like that at all. 
Besides, I like a challenge as much or more than the next guy and I hadn't had
a good one in quite a while.

So Hooker is walking along, doing her best job at pretending to strut up one
side of the block and down the other and I started watching her a little
closer.  Not really tall for a cop, but not short either.  Either had on a
blonde wig or someone at the precinct can NOT do hair worth a damn.  It started
to bug me.  I mean, REALLY bug me.  So I went right up to her and asked.

"Hey, Officer, is that a wig or is your hairdresser blind?"

"Excuse me?"

"No, I really mean it.  That's either a wig or you need to find another hair
girl."
"Uh, it's a wig."

"Figured as much.  Probably got it the same place you got the rest of the
outfit, right?  Take it off a dead hooker?  Or did you just watch bad '70s cop
shows when you were growing up?"

"Uh, actually, my sergeant picked it out."

"A guy, right?  Can't imagine a sister sending you out in that outfit."
"Uh, yeah.  We really shouldn't be having this..."

"No, I guess we shouldn't.  You're probably wired, eh?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"Cool.  Where is it and how many folks you got listening?"

She quickly glanced down at her handbag.  "Uh, two."

"Geez, great budget they got you on.  Kinda explains the outfit."

"Really, you need to get out of here before..."

"Before what?  'Sergeant '70s' gonna come haul my butt off for harassing one of
his finest?"

"Well, yeah, kinda..."

Like I said, I have this problem with authority.  Don't like being threatened
either. So I put my head down at purse level and yelled. 

"Hey, Mr. '70s Cop Show Sergeant, I'm gonna take your cute friend here into my
alley and introduce her to Mr. Chuckles!!  If you know what's good for you,
you'll just keep eating your donuts for another 15 minutes or so before you
come looking for her!"

Officer Hooker took a few steps back into the street and clutched her purse.  I
really wonder about police training nowadays, she almost got run over by a
passing Toyota. Probably would've too, if I hadn't grabbed her arm with one
hand while getting out Mr. Chuckles with the other.  She recovered fairly
quickly and started fumbling in her purse for either a gun or a badge. Never
found out which.

"All right, mister. That's enough!"

"Geez, Officer, I haven't even gotten started yet.  By the way, Mr. Chuckles
says hello."

"You're under arrest.  You have the right to..."  

Her head glanced down to my fly as she continued.  This is always my favorite
part.  I'm no porn star, but I get by.  But the looks on their faces as they
start to understand what I'm all about is, as they say in those credit card
commercials - priceless.

"...remain silent.  Put that thing away before you get in more trouble,
mister."

"Oh, come on, Miss Officer Hooker, I'm not in no trouble."  I said as I gently
walked her backwards toward my alley.

"Anything you say can..."  Mr. Chuckles was pretty hard now and he was
definitely smiling.

"Oh, I think I've said enough."  I continued moving backwards and she kept her
eyes glued on Mr. Chuckles.

"...and will be used against you in a court of law.  I don't know how you're
doing this, but you'd better stop it right now!"

"Oh, come on, Miss Officer, you were just getting to the good part.  Don't stop
on my account."  We were in the alley now and she removed the hand from her
purse and brought it to her tank top.

"You have the right to an attorney."  Her fingers of one hand slid along the
top of her tank while her other tweaked her right nipple through the thin
fabric.  She wasn't the largest in the boob department, but it doesn't take
much to show off a tank top.  

"If you cannot afford one..."  She lowered the tank to her waist.  Yeah, she
was OK for a cop.  They kinda stuck straight out and didn't sag much.  Really
small nipples.  But, hey, she looked like she loved 'em all the same and, right
now, they were showing their affection by poking out right at me.

"One will be appointed for you..."  I found my mattress and sat down, admiring
the view.  The hoods and bums know to stay away, but I figured some of them had
to be watching this from above.  Kinda made me more excited, actually. I
stopped having to show off a long time ago, but still get a little thrill out
of it.  Gets me a lot of respect.  I like that.

One of her hands went to her hair, and she slowly removed that awful hair.  "Do
you understand these rights?"  Good old red hair.  I like red hair.

"Uh, Miss Officer Hooker, can you explain them a little more for me? 
Especially the part about what I say can be used against me.  I've never been
arrested before."  

She continued to play with her nipples as her purse slipped off her shoulder to
the ground.  Even in her current frenzy, I could tell she was puzzled by the
question.

"Uh, I guess.  If you were to say anything right now, I could testify about
it."  One hand now moved from her boobs to her skirt. 

"So if I told you I thought you look pretty good for a cop, you'd be able to
find a way to use it against me?"  Both hands now pushed the skirt down off her
hips.  Plain white panties. Figures.

"I suppose so.  But I really can't see...umh."  One hand found it's mark.  She
gasped a tiny gasp, despite herself. Quite cute, really.  

"And if I told you I think your ass is nice and firm...for a cop...you'd
testify to it?"  One of her hands was running down the length of her thigh as
she turned her back to me and began to bend over...

"Uhh, yeah, I...I guess if we went to court...uhh..."   As she bent over, her
smallish boobs pointed straight at the ground and her right hand continued to
massage herself though her panties.  Suddenly, they weren't so white anymore. 
I smiled at that.

"And if I said that your lips looked like they'd suck a pretty mean cock...for
a cop...you'd get on the stand and tell it to a jury?"

She turned back towards me, still bent over at the waist and stared at Mr.
Chuckles for a tiny fragment of a second.  "I...I guess I'd have to do that
too."

"I dunno.  Looks can be deceiving, or so I've heard."  She bent down to her
knees and took me in her hands and, again, she hesitated.

"Please, mister, I don't know what I've done to you..."

"You picked the wrong fucking corner to harass," I managed to get out before
she engulfed Mr. Chuckles.   And that was pretty much the end of the Q&A
session, because he just HATES being interrupted.

She wasn't the best I'd had. Hell, I can't even remember the best I'd had,
seeing as I'd done something like this at least twice a night for as long as I
can remember.  But she was pretty good...for a cop.  Unfortunately, Mr.
Chuckles has grown so used to getting swallowed day in and day out that he
can't cough up that way anymore.  So after five or six minutes of that kind of
fun, I reluctantly pushed her head away and moved her around.  Besides, this
way I got to ask more questions.   

I LOVE asking questions and actually getting honest answers.

By this time, her white panties were, well, pretty gray and down around one
foot or another.  Despite frigging her cunt like crazy, she still hadn't cum. 
I was saving that.  Dunno, why, really, but I just hadn't found exactly the
right time for it. 

"Do you enjoy being a cop?"  I said as she turned her back to me and proceeded
to lower herself on me.

"Uh, yeah, though not...right now."  I had to laugh out loud at that one.
Amazing how she kept her wits despite frigging her cunt for five minutes and
screwing a stranger in an alleyway. I've had a few like that, but most are like
you, they just shut down and don't give me much other than simple answers. 
They're no fun.  No fun at all.

"The people you work with, they treat you pretty good?"  She slid all the way
down me and Mr. Chuckles was happy once again.

"Most of...them...are OK.  I do...OK."  Damn, she was tight.  Hadn't had one
quite that tight since that Catholic School Band bus came through on their way
to the state championships.   Officer Hooker obviously worked out, too.  It was
hard not to notice the ripples of her thighs as she moved them up and down.

For some reason, I checked my watch for the time.  I knew this was an enjoyable
session, but not THAT enjoyable.  The 15 minutes was just about up.  

Oh, well, in for a dime, in for a dollar, or so my Pops used to say.

"How about the two guys you're working with now?"  She slowed down now, but I
was getting more and more excited.  

"Uh, they're...OK."  This one's vocabulary needed some serious help.  Oh, well,
can't expect Tupak or anything from a woman cop humping you in an alley.

"No, I mean, specifically.  You hot for either one of them?"  She slowed down
even more.

"Uh, no way.  Gilbert's too damned...uhh...old...uhh...and Sergeant Dias is
just an ahhh...asshole."  

Ah, so 'Sergeant '70s' had a name.  This might be fun after all.  "C'mon, you
mean you've never thought about fucking either of them?  Not even for a second
or two?"

"Uh, of course not.  It's....ahhhh.....it's against regulations."  

Her breathing began to get more labored.  I think she was finally getting
tired.  Not that I cared, of course.  But she was due for a break anyway, when
the lights from the police car broke the darkness and the screeching of wheels
pierced the relative silence of the alley.  At least the viewing public was
being quiet this time.

I could barely make out the silhouettes of two figures framed against the glare
of the headlights.  

"Whoever you are, drop your weapon and release the officer!!!! NOW!!" 

Must have been the asshole.  'Drop your weapon,' indeed.  Not likely.  Officer
Hooker moved one hand up to shield her eyes, but kept sliding up and down on
Mr. Chuckles.  I likewise cupped my hand over my eyes and paid attention to
business.  I was pretty close now...

The two officers moved in closer, their weapons drawn.  Just as they got to
within ten feet, I finally let Officer Hooker loose.  I've listened to some
nasty orgasms in my time, but they probably heard this one all the way back at
the precinct house.  

Her purse was a good two feet away and I imagine it burnt out the wire.  

They're probably still passing copies of that tape around the boroughs to this
day.  

Might be a nation-wide police-network Top 40 hidden microphone hit for all I
know.

And despite two cops with drawn guns in my alleyway, on my corner, I could hear
applause coming from the homies, near and far, but the loudest came from the
windows and rooftops right above me.  

That was one freakin' GREAT orgasm.   A true work of art.

Oh, yeah, and I came too.


"Write what you want, how you want, and don't worry about the rest of the
world.  If you do it long enough, eventually they'll catch up."

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