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A Million Reasons	By : Isis71 Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 8391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Detective Elisa Maza leaned against a lamp post listening to the women around her talking shit.

"I told him if he wanted to touch my goodies it would cost him twenty a piece." The hooker nick named Big Mama shouted. She was a large pretty black woman in her mid thirties with breasts the size of melons.

Men seemed drawn to her big tits like bees to honey. They paid her to do all types of things to satisfy their fetishes. Some even paid to be smothered between them while she jacked them off.

She'd just been dropped off, by a John, and was telling them what had happened. "Then the little dick bastard had the nerve to ask me for a tit fuck." She rolled her eyes looking around at the other women.

"I said sure but thata cost yah fiddy. Can yall imagine his little dick," she held her fingers about three inches apart, "and my big tits."

She was laughing so hard her breasts jiggled up and down. "It was like a great white shark trying to swallow a raisin." Big Mama joked.

Elisa chuckled at the image of the woman's breasts smothering the John's tiny manhood.

The women high fived each other shouts of "girl you so crazy," echoed around Elisa.

For a moment she could almost forget that these women were considered crimininals.

Elisa looked at each of woman. They ranged from teens to women in their 40's.

Black/white/hispanic, all ethnic groups were present. She thought back to how she'd ended up on this assignment. There hadn't been a Gargoyle attack in months.

The members of the task force were getting restless with all the extra time on their hands.

Captain Chavez had decided it would be best to loan the officers out to other divisions. She and Matt had been sent to Vice. It made her sad to think that these women were so down on their luck they'd resorted to selling their bodies.

Some of the things the women talked about had allowed them to reopen a number of cold cases.  The bodies of "Jane Doe's" had been turning up.

The cases had gone cold because the police hadn't been able to identify the victims. The corpses showed obvious signs of torture but finger prints and dental records had turned up nothing.

By listening to the hookers Elisa had been able to identify three of the dead women. It didn't surprise her that the victims were also prostitutes.

Serial killers often singled them out because they were easy targets and it took months before anyone reported them missing.

Elisa was still trying to figure out a way to get the women off the street before they too became another crime statistic or they ended up in prison.

Elisa was now two weeks into the assignment and no closer to figuring out a way to help the women.

She stood on the street corner dressed in four inch black patent leather shoes, thigh high sheer black stockings and a halter style black dress that barely covered her ass.

Her long black hair was loose cascading down the middle of her back. The only protection she had from the chilli night air was her red bombar.

"Salli girl you awful quiet what you over there thinkin." Elisa turned at the sound of her alias being called. "I'm thinkin' I need to sit my ass down these shoes are killing me."

The women looked at her shoes with approval. "Aint nothing wrong with those shoes. Those fuck me pumps been keepin' yah ass busy all night."

Elisa turned to respond to Big Mama but someone else answered. "Naw girl it aint the pumps it's cause she's latina. Those girls are in all the rap videos now."

Elisa rolled her eyes not bothering to correct the woman. People often mistook her as Latino when actually her mother was black and father Native American.

Cherrie an attractive blonde in her late twenties walked up to her. "You wanna hang out later Salli? I got some good stuff waitin' for me at home." Cherrie stated.

Elisa was surprised by the offer the other woman usually kept to herself.

Elisa had caught the blonde staring at her a few times but she'd never tried talking to Elisa until tonight. Elisa had assumed her boyfriend, a muscular dark haired man, had warned Cherrie to stay away from the other prostitutes.

Pimps often controlled their women by isolating them. "Lets talk about that later honey, okay?" Elisa asked.

Cherrie nodded walking back to her spot hips swaying suggestively in the pink leather pants she wore. After that things started to pick up.

A stretch black limousine drove by them on the opposite side of the street stopping at a red light. Elisa didn't pay any attention to it, at first, there were hundreds of them in the city.

When the light changed, to the aggravation of those driving behind it, the limo didn't move. She saw the drive side rear window slide down a few inches.

But from where she was standing she couldn't see the passenger. The light changed from red to green and the limo slowly drove through it.

Just as it was driving away a mini van pulled up. The male driver pointed to Elisa.

She smiled strutting up to the passenger side door and slid inside. She looked in her side mirror and could see the brake lights on the limo glowing red.

Thirty minutes later Elisa was back on the corner. No one noticed her partner, Matt Bluestone, now driving the van. She made a show of pulling down the hem of her dress and straightening her stockings.

She was still bent over adjusting her garters when a black limo pulled up to the curb in front of Elisa.

The driver got out and approached her.

"Your services have been requested madam." He stated. Elisa looked the chauffer up and down.

He was middle age, salt and pepper hair peeked out from his cap.

His grey eyes slid to the women standing behind Elisa. They lit up when they landed on Big Mama's assests.

"Who is requesting my services?" Elisa asked drawing his attention back to her.

The driver cleared his throat. "My clients can pay whatever you ask." He answered. She didn't like this.

Elisa couldn't see into the limo because of the tinted windows and her instincts told her it was the samelimo she'd seen earlier. That meant she was being watched.

Elisa felt someone come up behind her. "Yah need some back up girl. I'll go with yah." She turned slightly to see Big Mama looking at the limo suspiciously.

"It could be a bunch of broke ass horny teenage boys. Make em' show you the Benjamins up front."

Elisa nodded accepting her advice. She looked at the driver.

"Tell your client it'll cost a hundred an hour." He walked around to the driver side of the limo.

They could hear him speaking in hushed tones to whoever was inside through the open window.  He came back around holding a fist full of money.

He counted out five crisp one hundred dollar bills handing them to Elisa. He reached around Eliza to hand Big Mama a single hundred dollar bill.

"My employer's appreciate your negotiating skills." She took the money folded it up and put it between her breasts.

"Ummmhmm just tell em' to make sure nothing happens to my girl. Or they'll be appreciating myfoot up their asses. Cause Mama don't play." Elisa would've laughed if the situation wasn't so dangerous.

Instead she turned sideways gave a slight up nod to Big Mama and stepped towards the limo.

She was surprised when the driver didn't move to open the passenger side door.

He was lingering in front of Big Mama his hat in his hands. Elisa heard him whisper.

"I'm off this weekend, if your not busy we could drive up to Atlantic City?" Big Mama looked at the driver, obviously surprised by the offer. "Okay, why the hell not. I'll see yah ass this weekend."

She reached in her purse pulled out a white business card and handed it to him. His happy grin split his face as he walked to the passenger side door and opened it for Elisa.

The fake smile she'd plastered on disappeared when she saw who was sitting across from her.

(tbc)
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