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Great! The she took the bait. It had to be his devilish handsome looks or so hed like to think he thought to himself with a goofy grin. The woman leaned over to talk to him showing an reasonable amount of cleavage something quite common for street walkers. For a prostitute she was quite pretty, it was a same she was throwing her life away. Soon enough she would look worn out and used from all her disgusting clients he could figure. Your average male who went to a prostitute was rather elderly in their later forties or earlier fifties if not that theyd be quite overweight. He didnt know how they could do it in all honesty. As his mind kept running he realized he was staring at her cleavage without him noticing hes sure she would notice though. He considered apologizing somewhat embarrassed but soon shook his head at this thought considering she was probably used to it. Warm up, yeah its a rather chilly outside isnt it? He said cooly acting not too excited about the idea. If he looked too anxious she would get suspicious. With that outfit Id imagine its even colder for you, why dont you hop in? Heated leather seats. He told her patted the black leather seat beside the drivers spot. He hoped shed hadnt had much experience with under cover cops. Most girls few for his traps quite easily but a few had been around long enough to know what to look for. Miles was usually used to drug busts himself, they were quite easy on small scales and the biggest dealers he didnt usually deal with. Dealing with prostitutes he had only been dealing with a couple months now and still wasnt too confident about the whole idea. Luckily for Miles it wasnt nearly as dangerous as dealing with drug dealers, if his cover was blown it wasnt exactly shed pull a gun on him. He would just never be able to show his face on this corner again in or out of uniform.
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Dawn watched her potential client slip away into his own world, glad that he wasn't locking up his doors or offering her drugs. Her grin widened at his remark regarding the weather. In spite of his laid back attitude she was certain that he fell for it and was hers. A part of her wondered if it was best to ask him if he was a cop. Then again, the night was so slow it wouldn't matter - a night in jail was all she would get, it was always like that the first time. After that things would go downhill if she got caught - with fines and increasing amount of nights at the station. ''Oh, great,'' she mused, pulling the door open. She took a seat, crossing her long mostly bare legs. She leaned back against the warmth, for a moment feeling like a child. It was a pleasant feeling. She then glanced back at the man, biting on her lower lip. Hopefully he would take her a while, she thought to herself. ''So, handsome,'' she mused, shifting herself slightly to face him, her eyes never leaving his face although it didn't quite matter to her where he was looking. A part of her was used to being a piece of meat. ''What can I do for you tonight?'' She mused, cocking her head to the side, her hand sliding along his knee, her touch light as a butterfly's.
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He grinned as she got in his car. She was under the impression he was hers for the night, quite the opposite in reality though. She was quite naive and must have been fairly new to the game not to even ask if he was a cop. There was a hidden mic in one of the McDonalds bags in the back recording everything. He needed her to offer him sex first before he could make an arrest. As tempting as it was to touch her he didnt. He didnt want her flapping her lips to a court about that, it would get him fired. All buckled up beautiful? He asked her as he stepped on the gas. He could feel her eyes gazing on him. This could mean two things she could be trying to make him feel special. He hated that, he realized thats how they made their money but even while it was undercover he was always disappointed with women pretending to be interested in him when they had none what so ever. On that note he heard her handsome comment, with an annoyance in his voice he responded Hmmm, you really think so huh? He cursed to himself, little outbursts like that could cause her to catch on. I dont look nearly as good as you look babe. He said as quickly as possible after his prior comment. I dont know hun, what can you do for me? Whats on the menu for tonight? He asked her trying to hint at what he was after, what he needed on the voice recorder in the back seat. Im quite into any possibilities. He tried to look at her long bare legs as pervertedly as he could which didnt come too hard after how she looked.
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The girl blinked, for a moment growing rather confused. She has had an encounter with someone who had similar outbursts, and it didn't end very well. That was the biggest problem with prostitution, nobody cared enough to actually protect you. You just hoped that you wouldn't get killed and waited until the wounds healed before returning on the streets. Sometimes, there was no time for the wounds to even start healing. ''Yes, I do,'' she replied earnestly, nodding. His following comment seemed more like a cover-up. She wasn't stupid, something was wrong with the guy. ''I can do anything,'' she mused suggestively. ''If you want something really weird, pay double, otherwise it's a hundred per hour,'' she stated, having reduced her usual fares by quite a lot - he looked like an artist, perhaps a beginner or something along the lines. She doubted that he would be able to afford her full price and even though she wouldn't make much it was more than nothing. ''I do hope we're going somewhere warm though, your steering wheel doesn't look very comfortable,'' she teased, her hand on his leg slowly sliding higher along his thigh. Her eyes never left him, trying to probe for emotions or other sudden changes in his mood. The biggest advantage in New York was an incredible amount of traffic in most places - it gave her the time to jump out of the car if worst came to worst.
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I have a small apartment near by, youll love it He told hoping the traffic would start moving soon, it was getting to be an annoyance. He could arrest her in the car but it would be much easier to be at the station or at least parked. He was driving her to the police station, he took a way that was a bit longer in case if she had been to jail before she wouldnt quite remember this was to be the way. She was getting warmer to what he wanted on tape, it was probably enough but it was never a bad thing to get too much on safe. Your outfit gives me some ideas... He trailed off licking his lips. He could make it in Hollywood but it wasnt like he was exactly acting. If he were sent on a blind date with this girl he would definitely want her hands all over him. But alas she was a prostitute, the only women he had been seeing lately, due to work of course. She looked rather healthy but who knew what she was on or what illnesses she had gotten. How about some roleplaying? You play as the naughty cheerleader who has to stay after class for detention which involves me fucking you against the chalk yard, how much would that run me? He asked her to get on tape. To be completely honest he was actually quite curious. It was also a good thing to get some info on the girl as well. After a few moments after his first question he turned to her cooly and said, I like to know a little about my ladies to be on the safe side, you legal babe? How exactly old are you? If he asked too many questions after each other she could catch on to who he was. He had to make out to be just an overly talkative customer. I didnt even catch your name, mines Corey. So far so good, not bad one more he could probably get away with. You dont look like youre from here babe, I love the foreign chicks, where were you originally from? There that should all be enough for his tape.
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Dawn smiled at his comment about giving him ideas. She was fairly easily fooled by his act, yet it wasn't because she wasn't careful enough, his eyes and body language told her that he was open to her, that he wanted her. Not that he was driving off to a police station. ''Oh, sexy,'' she mused quite frankly, studying the male. She could picture it already - she usually did so for the more attractive clients, created a story for them in her head. That they were dating, that it was all nothing but a simple game. It was odd but it helped her get things over with. ''Hm,'' she rested her index against her lips, seemingly thinking. ''Well, that depends how long detention will be,'' she grinned, shrugging. ''A hundred will do, I suppose,'' she nodded, almost eager to get to his apartment. Listening to his further words, however, she frowned. He wanted too much from her, usually clients wanted nothing but anonymity from whores. ''I'm legal, yes,'' she nodded, taken aback by the question. She didn't look like she was underage. It must be the uniform, she told herself. ''As for how old I am, it shouldn't matter,'' she mused, studying him. ''You can call me Butterfly,'' she bit on her lower lip, eyeing him suspiciously. ''Dad's from Germany, Mom from Ukraine, but I've lived here all my life,'' she finished replying, her nails dragging along his thigh again. ''You're not asking that because you're simply curious, are you?'' She wondered, her voice remaining confident and almost husky although it grew softer.
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They pulled into an alleyway that had some doorways to average apartments, something that would like look he would live in. They didnt have time to go to the station it would have to be here and now. Plus his questions pushed her a little too much, of course she wouldnt tell her age and name. He was a bit surprised he was a native to New York but she didnt have an accent so he should have probably have guessed. He parked near a trash can, a few homeless people scattered from the alley who awoke from the noise of the engine. Her gaze was still on him and she looked like she was day dreaming about something just a little bit. Her hand was still crawling up his leg and she got the amount of money she would have sex for. Quickly he pulled out a pair of cuffs he had hidden from under seat and snapped them on her wrists. He read the young girl her rights and chuckle to himself, this was quite easy. Much easier than he had expected when he pulled up to the corner with the women on it. She was naive, a little too naive which made him a bit suspicious himself. These cuffs arent for foreplay Im afraid Miss Butterfly He grinned at her. He started up the car and locked the doors from his side so she couldnt decide to jump out. He started his engine and fly down the street as sped for the station. Let me formerally introduce myself. Miles Murphy NYPD. Ill get to know your name Im sure if not now later in an integration room. Not exactly how you pictured this evening huh? Sorry I ruined your prior engagements. He joked around sure the audience wouldnt exactly enjoy his comments.
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The girl chuckled as he snapped the cuffs on her wrists, waiting for him to finish his rant. She found it amusing, however. It wasn't something that surprised her though, every woman on the streets was ready for such a situation to eventually strike. She managed to stay on the streets for seven years without getting caught, it was surely a record of some kind. ''Pleased to meet you,'' she rested her elbow against the door, her cheek pressed against her hand. Her legs remained crossed as she watched the officer. ''It's all very amusing and whatnot, but I doubt that this would work as a catchphrase,'' she retroted playfully, seemingly not caring to the least about the outcome of the night. Every whore around told her that the first time was nothing more than forty eight hours. After that, you were free to run wild with a warning and perhaps a fee. Real troubles started later, once you have been caught the second time and so forth. ''So could we go to the station, get my fingerprints and everything? Not that I don't enjoy your company,'' she added, winking at him playfully. The cuffs limited her actions significantly, not to mention she figured that there would be a recording device somewhere in the car - otherwise he would have most likely been acting differently. So, she waited to get back to the station to be completely alone with the man before actually trying anything.
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He frowned at her light laughter. He hated kids like this, people who didnt take their lives seriously and didnt see the impact of their crime on the rest of the city. I dont think you realize the seriousness of this. Youre going to jail. He informed her, his voice raising in anger but remained to control himself. He didnt mention shed only go to police station cell for 24 hours and would be fined 1,500.00 dollars. A steep amount of money but still easily bearable, especially a woman like her. She was probably one of the if not the best looking hookers he saw in the past two months or so, he was sure she made plenty of money from plenty of clients. You wont enjoy my company. I thought you said I was handsome, youre all business huh kiddo? He said disappointed with her. She was trying to take him as a joke which angered him but he also felt sorry for such a young girl falling for such a terrible life. They approached the station and he parked his car, got out and opened the door for her. He had to of course because she was in handcuffs. I always try and be the gentlemen, even if its for a common whore. He shook his head and he helped her up. Watch your head, dont you getting any bruises. Wouldnt help your business Id imagine. He said covering the upper edge of the car door with his hand so she wouldnt hurt herself. He held her with one hand and grabbed the tape recorder with the other as he closed the door. Looky what I have here? He showed her the recorder and smiled as he shut it off. As they walked through the front door the only other officer in the station that night nodded at Miles. Whos this pretty thang? He asked Miles. If I had a room alone with her I dont think I would be able to control myself. Thanks Tyson, Im going to have a blast with this one. He rolled his eyes and led the girl to a private interrogation room. Alright, its just you and me. Name, age, all that jazz please.
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The girl studied him with a smirk that told him that she knew what was going to happen to her. ''I do think you're handsome though,'' she mused with a smile, studying him. As she stepped out of the car, she studied him with disdain. ''Oh, a common whore?'' She laughed, shaking her head. ''Just because you don't have to live like I do doesn't make me any worse,'' she retorted, studying him up and down, her gaze defiant. She moved her shoulder away, leaning down to step out of the car on her own. She followed him in silence, rolling her eyes. ''I'm not stupid, you know,'' she stated, walking into the station with him. She flashed the other officer a flirty grin, out of mere reflex. ''Maybe you'll get lucky one day,'' she mused, following the man into the interrogation room. She obediently followed, still silent. Once there, she took a seat, crossing her long legs. ''Dawn Drake, twenty three,'' she replied, resting her cuffed wrists on the table. She leaned over the table slightly, pressing her breasts against the table, her gaze fixated on his one. ''Can you get the cuffs off, or am I too dangerous?'' She wondered with a feline expression, cocking her head to the side.
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I could women of your profession enjoyed restraints? He teased getting the key and removing the hand cuffs putting them to the side. Most girls werent dangerous and even if they did attack he was built pretty muscularly to take care of himself. He search Dawn Drake in the computer and no criminal record had come up. He was pretty certain however that she had been on the streets for a fair bit of time, maybe not for years like some girls but for more than a couple months at any rate. Well it looks like youre all clean, no robberies, no street walking, no drugs. Not even a damn parking violation. How does such a sweet girl turn out so sour? He asked her getting a cup from under a cupboard. He passed it to her. Youll need to take a piss test to make sure youre clean of all drugs, not here of course. He crossed his arms across the table staring straight into her eyes. You know whats going to happen? He paused for a few moments as he wanted to see if shed respond. Youll be held here for 24 hours as punishment and fine 1,500.00. Im sure youll be able to afford it. This justice system is an embarrassment that I can only give you a slap on the wrist and you probably wont learn your lesson and Ill catch you later, eventually they all go to prison for quite some time though, I hope you get your life together before that happens, youre young and have a lot of time to settle down, start a family, find a nice guy, someone with a respectable career. He said realizing he was going into a bit of a rant. But Im not your father and Im obviously not going to tell you what to do, Im just showing you the reality of things, as sad as it might be.
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Dawn smiled sweetly at the male, watching every movement he made. She shrugged slightly. Hopefully her record contained as little of her background as possible. ''No, most women of my profession enjoy being able to live off the streets,'' she replied in a patient, almost condescendant way. ''Oh, I'm sweeter than a candy,'' she giggled, leaning back against the chair. She took the cup, studying it slowly before looking back at him. ''You won't find shit in my system,'' she replied, pulling her shirt up slightly to reveal perfectly clean arms, not a hint of a needle although she realized that there were dozens of other ways. She listened to him, arching her eyebrow. ''So you think it's an actual crime? That it's worth going to jail for?'' She wondered, curious. She had never understood the taboo around her profession. ''Have you ever tried to understand common whores?'' She questioned, pausing before she started a heated debate. ''It's easier said than done though, isn't it, officer?'' She wondered, cocking her head to the side. ''But thank you for opening my eyes. I have obviously been blind all these years,'' she murmured tauntingly. She then stretched out, the playfullness returning to her face. She was used to rants like that one and didn't pay much attention to them. ''So tell me this, if I'm so sour, why were you looking at me the way you were?'' She mused, biting on her lower lip. She stood up, carefully walking around the table. He would surely put her back in place, but it was fun nonetheless. ''You know, I could still be a cheerleader,'' she reached out, her hand sliding along his chest slowly while she leaned in, inches from him.
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Miles paused and wasnt quite sure to put it in an professional way. I think theres bigger issues in the city than drugs and strangers having sex. However that being said due to its current legal status here its caused a few issues to arise such as disease and violence. As much as you girls like to think the police are out to get you, and perhaps some are, most of us are looking out for you. He paused silently and stared into space as he remembered a very gruesome murder of three hooks in a mans basement. As much as I may not encourage your type of lifestyle I dont want to see you in a couple weeks in at a possible murder scene either. She got up and started to touch his chest. She was clean, she was gorgeous. Miles ran various scenarios through his head. Then he also remembered she was also a whore. Trust me, Im no better than you. After all Im just a poor Irish cop, you dont exactly need a harvard degree for this job. He shook his head as he moved back from his touch and pointed to the chair across the table. I believe theres a no touching rule here, or so Ive been told at any rate. Please return to your seat. He kept his distance from her, he wasnt exactly too sure what she was trying to pull on him. But whatever it was it was trouble for Miles and he wasnt interested in getting into trouble tonight. Ill do you a favor if you behave, Ill let you skip the piss test. I believe youre clean and as for how I was looking at you, I consider myself a modern day Sean Connery. Quite the actor to say the least, Im afraid I dont quite have the looks for the big screen however.
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Dawn studied him, brushing her fingers through her hair lazily. ''Fine, your loss,'' she shrugged, standing up to return to her seat, her hips swaying invitingly during the brief walk back to it. She sat down, leaning back against the plastic. She laughed softly at his following answer, however. ''Do you believe what you're saying?'' She wondered, replaying the memories in her mind. She looked around, making sure that there was no camera in the room. ''I have a lot more experience than you might think...probably almost as much as you have in your job,'' she stated, looking around in search of a clock. She didn't want to spend a minute longer than twenty four hours. ''I don't really care about the test, I don't have anything to hide,'' she stated, biting on her thumb absently. ''Will you punish me if I misbehave?'' She wondered, mischief in her eyes. She didn't want much from him - he was attractive, she enjoyed teasing men. Especially ones with power, most likely one of the reasons she liked working where she did. ''So you wouldn't sleep with me?'' She questioned bluntly a minute or so later, curious how he would deal with her being straight forward.
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He studied Dawn as much as she was studying him. They shared that in common in both their jobs. Studying body language. Looking around wildly. For a clock, windows, cameras, microphones, something. He had to give it to Dawn, she was one of the more interesting people to talk to that he had brought in. Usually they were disrespectful, completely silent, or plain crazy when he brought them in here. He felt she was pretty safe to be honest with. She hadnt treated him with respect or disrespect and he didnt know quite what to make of her yet. Just a young woman having fun with him he guessed. Dawn, you disappoint me. Here I thought we were having a delightful conversation and you seem distracted by finding something. Ill tell you now this room isnt monitored at all, so dont worry about incriminated yourself. Ive always started the paperwork and dont really want to change it around, unless youve killed one of your clients I dont really care what else you tell me. He told her honestly, he didnt actually mind the attention from the attractive young woman. He leaned closer to her on the table elbows on the surface hold his face up. I can always show you to your hotel room tonight if youre not enjoying my company. Her last question caught him by surprise. Uhhh... he paused seeming a little brain dead leaning back on his chair again. Well there was no surveillance in the room so he could technically speak his mind however he didnt want the young girl under his custody given the wrong impression of him. Well from your job I can assume you know youre quite the attractive young lady but due to our situation currently it would be frowned upon. I dont see how that question has any relevance though.