Bitch Cops

Beverly Hills works the late shift on a dead-end corner. Felony and Dia Zerva roll up, windows down, night air thick with heat and engine fumes. Two uniform cops with dirty smiles and matching cuffs. They pull her off the curb and into the back seat without a word. Beverly misses her cut. They decide to collect the difference in skin. One cop’s belt cinches around her elbows, pulling them tight behind her back. The other stretches the blonde across the hood, skirt shoved high, mouth stuffed with her own panties. No lube, no mercy. Dia drives into her ass while Felony holds her down, both women breathing hard and swapping filthy jokes about how good Beverly feels when she stops pretending. Beverly gasps and strains but stays where they put her. Every slap echoes in the quiet street. The cuffs click tighter. The hood grows warmer under her cheek. Payment collected, in full, until they say she’s done.