Debrief, Part I

Luis and Carlos posed as clients looking for a session from Carrie. They borrowed your car, tinting the windows to help keep them under the radar. They paid Carrie a hundred dollars for an hour, taking her to a rickety motel.

"So what can you tell us about Keon's operation?" Carlos started. Carrie could already tell they were going to get nowhere fast.

"I'm not here to tell you about any operation. I'm here to help you catch someone that is killing girls like me, that just killed one yesterday!"

"I don't care about you dumb whores. If we clean up the streets, if we get Keon behind bars, we won't have to worry about a killer anymore!" He pounded his fist against the table in the corner angrily. He better be careful, Luis thought ... that table would break with another hit like that. Carrie and Luis stared angrily at each other.

"Well, what can you tell us, Carrie?" Luis asked.

"Well, her ... street name was Chastity. She had a **** problem, but she was a good girl."

"A good girl," Carlos said, rolling his eyes. "Thanks for the amazing insight, Sherlock Holmes."

"Hey, let's chill," Luis said. "Why don't we get what we paid for?" Carlos arched his eyebrows.

"That's not protocol."

"Well, none of this is," Luis said, "but we need some relaxation."

Carrie sighed. Luis she'd enjoy fucking. His portly partner, however ...

"Okay boys," she said, taking off her top and pulling down her fishnet stockings and panties, shaking her thick ass at the two men.

"You had some work done. Did Keon pay for it?" Luis asked. Carrie rolled her eyes.

"I only cooperate about the murders. Get your cocks out, you're on the clock."