Slow at first

The car-ride over was, in a word, miserable. Nancy got an earful of gross comments on her ‘street walker’ outfit from the ever-classy Schmelzer. The fucker damn near wrecked the car because he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. It all wasn’t helped when she had finished her disguise by applying some make-up. Suiting her outfit, she applied plenty of mascara and a dark red lipstick, making her features pop in an intendedly whorish way. Her ears burned at the crude jibes this got her from Schmelzer, but she did her best to ignore it. She was definitely going to need a hot shower when this was over with.

By the time they had pulled into the seedy lot behind Birdsnest Park the sun had just finished setting. The lot was empty of all the park-goers, leaving a handful of vehicles belonging to attendants or commuters near the front, along with two or three cars further back that were… rocking… Nancy kept herself from taking down any of their plates, instead focusing on the job at hand. The sooner it was over, the sooner she could be rid of Schmelzer’s leering eyes.

They had parked their unmarked car on the far side of the lot in the perfect spot to watch the entrance and keep an eye on any activity within. Schmelzer sat holding his camera in one hand and snacking on some jerky with the other, clearly taking this very seriously. Nancy diligently watched the road and entrance, noting anyone walking past or entering any parked vehicles.

It had been almost two hours by now and there had been no sign of the Machida-clan, or of one George ‘Jizzy’ Mayes. Nancy was beginning to get a little irritated. She briefly considered the idea that this was all just some childish prank by Schmelzer, designed to dress her up like a whore, humiliate her a little while getting his rocks off, but she quickly discarded the idea. It wasn’t the first time some gangsters were unable to keep a schedule and Schmelzer would know that if he was just making something like this up there was a boat-load of trouble coming his way. She sighed. Just a little more patience…

“You got anything to drink in here, Schmelzer? I’m parched.” Nancy frowned and glanced around the vehicle.

“Personal cooler in the back. Packed a few Gatorades for us,” Schmelzer turned to watch Nancy’s scantily clad form as she climbed onto her knees in her seat to reach back into the back. Her bared midriff and raised, leather-clad ass made his mouth water.

He had pictured it a hundred times. Taking the sexy Latina detective; in the office, out on patrol, even during raids. Nancy was the finest piece of ass the LAPD had ever seen, no contest. Ever since she shut down his advances he just wanted her more. More so, he wanted to teach her a lesson. In his mind he always dominated her. Sometimes she quietly submitted, mewling as he fucked her hard right in front of their cheering office. Sometimes she gave in and begged for more. And others still she kicked and screamed as he took her. It didn’t matter to him. Either way he had to have her, had to show her who’s boss, had to have that perfect, slutty body of hers.

Today was the perfect opportunity. Today he was going to make it happen. He had found the perfect excuse to get the gorgeous Detective McKenna in a wildly slutty outfit. The two of them were expected to be gone for hours, maybe even the rest of the day. He had taken the liberty to bring along a couple drinks for their stakeout…

Nancy grunted as she fished a blue water bottle out of Schmelzer’s mini cooler, sensing his eyes on her, and quickly returned to her seat. “Ugh. How long has it been? You sure your intel was right?” The Latina detective twisted the cap off and chugged a few gulps of her beverage.

Schmelzer watched with a smile as Nancy recapped her drink, his eyes lingering on her lips. “Ah! Look here, McKenna,” He turned toward the entrance of the parking lot as a black Escalade pulled in, it’s headlights intense and momentarily blinding. “Show time!” the detective eyed Nancy’s half-drank Gatorade before raising his camera toward the flashy new arrival.