A trade is arranged

“Aaaaaand… another one for the books!” Ben Walker grinned as he hit the print button on his latest report, wrapping it up.

“Nice, bro!” Ben Baines, his partner grinned from across the desk, himself putting the final touches to a form himself, “We keep this pace going, we’re going to break Syd and Nancy’s record this month!”

The men exchanged a grin. Over the last couple of days, the Bens, as they were known around the precinct, really had been on a roll. With the a-team gone on holiday, the two of them had stepped up big time, not only wrapping up their own cases but also going through and cracking some of the “unsolved” pile that Nancy had left behind. Now they were legitimately on track to break a precinct record that Syd and Nancy had set half a year ago and the two women had waved that in their face every chance they got.

To achieve this, both men were working overtime now. The sun was about to set and the tables around them were deserted as the night crew had taken over the precinct. Yet, the Bens had no issue staying just a few hours longer to deal with their paperwork to set up another productive day tomorrow.

“How many left on your pile?” Baines asked, taking a quick sip of coffee as he printed his own report.

“Three… no four, with Syd’s supposedly unsolvable Miller case!” Walker grinned, his fingers combing through his blonde hair, “Seriously, how she didn’t figure out… huh?!”

Both Detectives frowned when the Skype chime coming from Walker’s computer cut him off. They exchanged a short, irritated glance as the video call program was usually used for meetings and such and at this time of day there was no chance that they had forgotten an appointment.

“Who is it?” Baines asked.

“Nobody!”

“Alright, don’t tell me then, secret-keeping prick!”

“No, I’m serious…” Walker insisted, turning his screen so his partner could see the blinking message in the bottom right corner. “This guy’s calling himself ‘nobody’!”

“Fucking weirdos…” the black man sighed. “Alright, let’s get this over with. I have dinner waiting at home going cold. It’s lasagna night…”

Walker clicked the accept button. The program took a moment to load, a window popped up and finally they got a connection, revealing a geeky-looking man’s grinning face in front of a blue sky.

“Wesson…” Walker growled, his eyebrows raising in surprise. They had supported Syd and Nancy’s investigations against the sleazy fuck numerous times, taking apart his network had boosted the female Detectives’ arrest numbers to an annoying level. He had made off to South America before they could get to him, spoiling an almost flawless victory.

“Detective Walker, still busy at work I see! Good man! You always had to put in extra work to keep up with the rest of the class…” Michael Wesson’s sneering voice sounded slightly off coming from the speakers, the camera shook as he was obviously using a handheld device and there was a lot of background noise that neither Detective could quite place. It appeared the crime boss had stepped away from a party to make his call. “And Detective Baines as well. It’s a pleasure…”

“Yeah, yeah, cut the crap, Mr. Has-been!” Baines walked around the table to stand behind Walker, watching the grainy picture. “We are busy with actual, current threats and not yesterday’s news.”

Wesson glanced off camera, his grin widening. “Charming as ever, you big oaf!”

“What do you want, Wesson?” Walker’s voice was sharp, betraying that he had little patience for games with the geeky-looking gangster. “If you want to hand yourself over you can do so during office hours…”

“You would jump off your wife mid-sex if you even had the slightest chance of catching me…” came the retort, “Actually I am calling about an associate of mine. Mr. Beretta?!”

The two Detectives smirked. “Yeah, we got him in a nice, cozy cell upstate. Your boy is really getting comfortable there! Had a few run-ins with the locals already!” Beretta had been involved in a few scuffles already during his first days, seemingly intent on establishing a rep in prison. So far he had kept the upper hand, but with his behavior it was only a question of time until someone got the jump on the young killer…

“Oh, I bet!”

Wesson laughed.

“Old Vince really fits in with the crowd in places like this. He is an animal, no denying that. Here’s the kicker, though, Detectives: he is my animal! And I don’t leave mine out to dry like that!”

“How very noble of you, Mr. Wesson!” Walker mocked, leaning back in his chair. He wasn’t quite sure yet where this conversation was going, but the chipper attitude the crime boss was displaying unnerved him a bit. “You are welcome to swing by here and we can discuss if we want to hand him over…”

“I sense a trap…” Wesson smirked, “It’s probably the smartest play you have come up with so far, so I am still very proud, but now be a good boy and shut up. I will actually come back to the state to pick up Mr. Beretta. I’m thinking, just a short trip, touch down, load him in and get out of dodge before you primates can get any ideas. Do you guys remember the small airfield off the I-5 by San Clemente? Be a couple of good boys and bring my man there so I don’t have to stay too long…”

Baines chuckled. “Yeah, alright, dumbass. Listen, we’d love to keep this going and chat and reminisce about old times when you mattered around here, but you really aren’t our problem. You should take this shit up with Syd and Nancy when they come back next week. They took a couple of vacation days to celebrate driving your ass out of the country, but just call then. I’m sure they will get a good chuckle out of your megalomania!”

Wesson’s smirk turned into a full-on grin.

“Yeah, about that… It appears Detectives Burnett and McKenna couldn’t quit while they were ahead, they just had to go for the homerun. Here’s the thing boys, if you get greedy, you get burned and some risky plays don’t pay off…”

He glanced off-camera, his smugness overbearing at this point.

“You girls want to say hi? Okay, alright!”

With that, he pressed a button on his phone and the view on Walker’s screen switched from the front to the back camera of Wesson’s phone. Again, it took a moment before the pixels unfroze and a clear picture was established.

“What the FUCK!” the Bens shouted in unison, their eyes wide with shock.

Wesson had been hanging out at a party alright. As the picture stabilized, a crowd of men was revealed. They were South-American, stretching across a wide range of ages from early twenties up to sixties. Some of them were fat and out of shape, others were muscle-packed, but all of them had the signature look of cartel gangsters, a certain cruelness about them and all of them were naked.

It wasn’t the twenty rowdy men that were quite obviously in the process of getting drunk and celebrating that drew attention, but rather the center of their party. Two women, one black and one Latina, as naked as the men, looked into the camera with ****, pleading looks.

Syd and Nancy looked like they had been through the ringer. Eyes red, LAPD’s poster girls had obviously been crying. They looked tired and disheveled, their hair messy and matted with sweat. Each woman sat in the lap of an excessively muscular man, dwarfed by them, and appeared absolutely helpless as they had hooked their arms below the women’s knees, pulling their legs up to interlace their fingers behind their necks. Stuck in this humiliating position, the two women were bounced on the men’s lap, moaning and sobbing and Wesson made it a point to move in for a close up of the penetration.

“Holy fuck…” Walker muttered as Nancy’s pretty pussy filled the screen, looking like it had been fucked more than a little before her tormentor tilted her backwards to show off how her asshole wrapped tightly around his cock. The camera then moved over for a similar display of Syd before Wesson panned up and down both women’s naked bodies, showing off to their male colleagues that there were already a collection of white lines of cum criss-crossing their skin.

“As you can see, Detectives Burnett and McKenna have been my guests and the centerpiece of our little party for a little bit now,” Wesson grinned smugly as he stepped back to get another full-body shot of both women, who were reduced to defeated, hoarse moans and whimpers as they were roughly used. “My friends and I are perfectly happy to keep them here, they are very popular. But if you want to trade them for my man Vincent, meet me at the airfield tomorrow, 6 p.m. sharp…”

“You fucking…” Baines started.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, spare me the flirting, you tease! 6 p.m., don’t waste my time or McKenna’s ass pays for it!” Wesson cut him off before he spoke up to his henchmen, “Boys, give them one more look for the road!”

Simultaneously, the two brutes fucking Syd and Nancy lifted the women up and off their cock, making both women moan in helpless embarrassment as their gaping assholes were presented to the camera as the rowdy crowd around them erupted in cheers. The camera then abruptly cut to black as Wesson hung up.

Baines and Walker sat in silence, staring at the screen for a full minute.

“What the actual fuck…” Walker muttered.