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Miami Vices!By CJ & KitKat
Copyright by the authors © 2018
(Part one by CJ)
The drug fueled decadence of Miami Florida was reaching epidemic levels. A snoot-full of cocaine was as cheap as fast food, but not as addictive or as toxic. Drug dealers roamed the neon lit streets by night, bribing corrupt cops with cold hard cash and free hits of their product in exchange for their discretion. Two rookie female cops, untainted by the myriad of temptations that had claimed so many, could only watch as the drugs flowed and the criminals ruled the streets. They were too young, too inexperienced to make any difference. Or so they thought. The corrupt administration of the Miami PD was on it's way out, and so were the traitors in uniform. President Trump could no longer stand idly by and let an American city fall into the clutches of drug dealing scum, not with his anti drug and opioid agenda. These two young cops were about to step into a world of literal sex, drugs and rock and roll. It will take every ounce of their integrity not to fall prey to the vices they will soon be tempted with.
A drug dealer was running down a dark alleyway as a Miami PD police car chased him. He discarded his bag of "evidence" by tossing it into a dumpster along the way. The driver of the car didn't seem phased by any of the obstacles and got the front bumper of the car close enough to the fleeing scumbag that a nudge with the front bumper on his feet tripped him up. The driver stopped the car before running him over. The drug dealer fumbled face first into a pile of full garbage bags discarded in the alleyway. The officer in the passengers seat opened the door, her weapon drawn. The driver followed seconds later. The passenger side officer ordered the dealer to freeze and put his hands in the air. Knowing he had nowhere to go, the scumbag complied. The passenger side officer was a beautiful young Latin woman, fresh out of the academy like her partner. She approached the suspect with her weapon ready, but he wasn't going to put up a fight.
"On your feet, turn around and place your hands behind your back." She demanded.
He complied and she quickly cuffed him. Her partner was a bit more "jovial" about this bust.
"And you thought I was gonna get us killed driving down a narrow alley."
The driver herself was also a beautiful young blond woman, obviously more reckless and far less serious than her partner.
"You could have killed our suspect. If he tripped when you hit him, we'd be washing him off the bottom of the car."
"Yeah, but he's fine."
The driver checks him for any weapons or contraband. She finds a handgun and a wad of cash.
"Uh-oh, I don't think this is legal."
She waves the gun in his face.
"I'll be out in an hour, Puta's. Don't waste your time with paper work."
"Did he just call us prostitutes?" The driver asked.
"I think he did."
"Now that's not very nice. We're working hard to keep the good people of this city safe from scum like you."
The suspect spits on the drivers shoes.
"Chupa mi puta polla!"
The drivers partner pretended not to notice what happened next. The driver smacked the suspects balls with the clip area of his own gun.
"I wouldn't mention that when they book you." The driver said.
The passenger dragged the suspect to the back seat of the car and shoved him in.
"Since you didn't get us killed, how about taco's? Tax payers treat."
"How about his treat?"
The driver flashed some of the suspects cash.
"It'll just get lost in some clerks pocket anyway."
They both smiled, agreeing they'd make better use of the money.
Back at the station, the two dropped off their passenger at booking then began to file their report. But before they could even begin, their new Captain yelled for them to get into his office.
"The fuck does he want?" The blond officer asked.
"Sounds like he's pissed at us."
"Nah!"
The two officers report as ordered and sit in the chairs in front of the Captain's desk. The Captain was an older man, not one to deal with bullshit from young or old officers.
"As you may know, there have been some changes at the precinct. Some people are gone, some are on leave pending the results of investigations. You two are fresh out of the academy, and green as you can fuckin' be. But, despite that, we need good officers. So far you two have been passable. We're starting a new project here, one designed to send officers undercover and who are willing to do what has to be done to get the job done. This means becoming the criminals. Becoming the scumbag drug dealing low life's."
The blond interrupts, "What made you think we'd be good for this?"
"Honestly? You look like a stupid blond, and you look like a trashy Latina."
They both look at each other, then back at the Captain.
"Probably a good call." The blond said.
"And you're both very attractive, the kind the higher up scumbags will want around them. You'd be authorized to do whatever it takes to take them down. Take money, cars, property, anything. No legal consequences. But you will not, under any circumstances, use narcotics. You will be tested frequently."
"What about weed?" The Latin officer asked.
"No weed."
"But..."
"I said no!"
"You just implied you smoke it." The blond said.
"Who doesn't? But I don't anymore."
"Right."
"Enough! No weed, and no coke, I mean the drug. Otherwise, you'd be authorized to do whatever it takes. No if, and or but, yes or no right now."
They think about it.
"Yes, I guess?" The blond said.
"Yes."
"Alright. Be here at eight AM tomorrow for full briefing. Dismissed."
They leave the Captains office, and off to prepare for their new assignment.
Valencia Gonzales, Val for short, and her blond partner "CJ", the only name she cares to go by, strolled down Miami beach discussing their new assignment. They both wore the appropriate attire, Bikini's, and had no shortage of eyes staring at their perfect bodies.
"By "do whatever it takes", do you think he meant we can lie, cheat, steal and suck and fuck our way through the criminal underground?" CJ asked.
"I thought we weren't prostitutes." Val said as she sipped a cold, tropical drink.
"You know what I mean. Are we expected to do all those things, or is it just that we can and won't be punished for doing it?"
"I would assume we'll have the freedom to do whatever, including sucking and fucking if necessary."
"Yeah, well, I'm not blowin' some greasy Cuban to make a bust." CJ said.
"Neither am I." Val said, sounding disgusted.
"I thought you were Cuban?"
Val sounded offended by the suggestion.
"I'm a mix of a lot of different races. Some cuban guys are really hot, just not the greasy ones."
CJ rolled her eyes.
Val and CJ walk by a lifeguard stand, and hear the sound of a lifeguard performing his special kind of assistance to a young beach bimbo. They peek inside to see the muscle bound, probably roid raging, life guard slamming his cock into the beach bimbo's ass. He held his hand over her mouth as she moaned in either pleasure, or unspeakable pain. CJ was convinced it was the latter. CJ and Val both lifted their sunglasses up to get a better view of the illegal sex act in public. They looked at each other and smiled, both silently agreeing to a course of action that they both felt would be hilarious. They both pulled their badges from the bag Val was carrying and yelled.
"MIAMI PD!"
The life guard, startled to the point of having a heart attack, pulled his cock out of the bimbo's ass and began shooting his cum all over, including in the direction of Val and CJ. The Bimbo's ass hole, also shocked by the sudden pull out, exploded all over the lifeguard.
CJ and Val could only watch this insanity unfold. The lifeguard slipped on the bimbo's shit and fell on his back, also knocking the bimbo off her feet. She fell over him and squirted a little more of her shit on the lifeguards chest. Both of them were a horrible mess. CJ and Val, after watching this, quickly ran off to avoid any responsibility.
Returning to their small, and barely furnished apartment, Val and CJ dropped onto the couch.
"We can't even afford air conditioning." CJ said.
"We can't even afford dollar store pizza."
"If we can do whatever, then we can take drug scum money. We can take and do whatever we want. We won't have to use coupons for ten cents off a loaf of week old bread."
"Drug dealer money is drug addict money."
"So? Better it go into our pockets rather than corrupt city officials. We wanted to be cops, not broke bitches with badges."
"Yeah, I guess so. Why should we feel bad about taking anything from them? Drug addicts are low life's, and so are the people who supply the drugs."
A cockroach passes by their feet.
"Ok, fuck this. Let's take 'em for everything we can get." Val said.
"Fuck yeah!"
"Fuck... YEAH!"
CJ and Val fist bumped in agreement.