Nancy wins

Beretta pounced, wild hooks flying left and right. Nancy dodged and weaved, slipped the first two punches, flinched with pain when she had to block the third, but then grabbed the trapped arm, turned her hips, re-positioned her feet and executed a hip throw, slamming her adversary onto the floor, then letting go and dancing back before he could grab a hold of her and pull her with him. She needed to tire him out a little more before she could take him in close combat.

However, on his way down, the man managed to snatch a handful of Nancy's white blazer and the material stretched as it was pulled into opposite directions.

RIIIIIIP!

Nancy cursed inwardly as her blazer tore, but nonetheless she stumbled back free, leaving her assailant only with a handful of tattered fabric. Quickly she shrugged the remains off her shoulders and tossed them aside, giving herself a little more freedom and leaving her upper body only in a white tank top.

“And you know what, Officer Cocksucker?” the thug continued to prod as he struggled back to his feet, the grin still there despite everything, “I think you have an eye on my dick. I think you want me to throw you on this bed, and mount you like the fucking bitch that you are!”

She knew what his goal was. It was low-level taunting, crude and stupid. Nonetheless it worked. A twitch of anger on her brow, her mouth opening to give a snappy reply and her attention was just that little bit off.

SMACK!

Another slap to the cheek, humiliating and taking her mind off-focus and suddenly her wrist was trapped, gripped tight by Vincent's right hand. Shocked, Nancy pulled back instinctively, but instead of yanking her towards him he used that instinct and pushed, surprising her by once again pushing her up against the wall. Before Nancy could react, the gangster's left grabbed the free cuff and slapped it around her wrist, pulling it tight.

“Ha!” Vincent grinned, lifting their cuffed-together wrists for her to see, triumph in his eyes, “I gotcha, you little bitch, let's see you hop around now!”

Nancy replied by landing a powerful right straight to the towering man's face, snapping his head back and stunning him. As he staggered back she slipped past his right side and in a breathtaking display of agility she jumped on his back.

“Gack!” was all the man had to say as the Latina hooked her legs around his waist into a body triangle as her left arm looped around his neck, digging under the chin. Pushed off balance with the cop on his back the naked man stumbled against the wall, then crashed loudly on the floor as the rear-naked **** sunk in. His free hand came up to fight her off, but Nancy grit her teeth, knowing what depended on this action she pulled for dear life, using both hands to **** the bones of her arm into his arteries, disrupting the blood flow. Vincent pulled desperately, but was in the significantly inferior position with vastly dwindling strength, soon only clawing at her wrist.

“Come on, you prick!” Nancy hissed through grit teeth. “Go out already...”

After what felt like an eternity, the hand-fighting stopped and the man's limbs went limp.

“Godfuckingdamned!” Nancy breathed a sigh of relieve as she let the hold go and rolled off her **** opponent and onto her back, staring at the ceiling, “I hate this job...”

Taking several moments to catch her breath and let her heart rate calm down the detective finally sat up, grunting with effort. She could already sense that getting up would be a bitch in the morning, but from what she felt it seemed she had gotten away with a few bruises.

“Fucking sonofabitch!” she muttered, glaring at her ****, prone foe while gingerly touching the cheek he had slapped twice. It felt a little sore, it stung, but it was nothing.

With the adrenaline wearing off, she reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out the key to the handcuffs. Swiftly she unlocked the one on her wrist when the naked man next to her stirred. Groaning he rolled to his side, his eyes still closed and before she knew it Nancy had gotten another eyeful of the thug's cock.

“God damn!” she mumbled to herself as she pulled Vincent's wrists together in front of him and cuffed him, “The dude is hung like a horse...” The gangster's cock had gone limp by now, but still, the size of the circumcised manhood was impressive. Thick, long, veiny... it was not hard to believe the hooker's cries of pleasure had been honest if he swung a tool like that.

“Enjoying the view?!” Beretta moaned, a hint of that arrogant smile on his face as he peered up at her through half-lidded eyes.

“What?!” Despite herself, the detective felt herself blush, “No!”

“Tell you what...” moments after coming to the young man's voice was still a bit breathy, “You let me go now and I will let you play with it a little bit... For a pig you're really pretty!”

“Yuck!” Nancy rolled her eyes and climbed to her feet, tossing the key to the handcuffs onto the bed before grabbing Vincent under his arms and pulling him up as well, then pushing him into the worn-out arm-chair in the corner.

The naked man landed with a grunt on his bare ass, then gave a throaty chuckle. “Bet I'd have you squealing like a piglet in a minute, skewer that tight juicy ass on my fat cock...”

“Shut up!” Nancy growled, giving the cuffed man her best 'disgusted face'.

Vincent continued undeterred, arrogantly grinning up at her from his seated position. “Come on, pig. I bet you like it in the ass! Bet you take it every night from a different dude!”

Snapping, Nancy stepped a bit closer, towering over her sitting captive and glaring down at him with a no-nonsense look. “Vinnie, if you don't shut up I'll go round 2 on your ass, right now!” she hissed, her voice icy.

That shut him up. She could see in his eyes that he had a snappy comeback on the tip of his tongue, but knew better than to test her. After a couple of seconds of intense staredown he lowered his eyes and Nancy allowed herself a triumphant smirk as she turned around, never noticing the man's appreciative look at her ass as she bent over to pick up her weapon that had landed in the corner of the room. Re-holstering it, she pulled out her phone and quickly dialed.