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“Oh Come on!”

Calliope Cruz was worn out enough without fighting a vending machine this early in the morning. All she wanted was a cream cheese danish. Having been snuck in the back entrance not many of the morning shift Officers were here yet. The lingering night shift busy finalizing their own night of reports. This gave her time for breakfast before starting her first officially approved day as Detective Pornstar.

“You’re not stealing my danish Johnny Five.” She attempts to rock the vending machine to little avail. One it was too heavy for her to jolt loose her dangling by the coil danish packet. Secondly they had been bolted to the floor to prevent just that. A quick investigation later her first bit of detecting made her look around for onlookers. She knew she looked silly for not realizing they were bolted down. With no other change in her tiny pink clutch purse Calliope knew she was screwed. Not off to a good day.

“Well poop! You’re dangling by a thread Mrs. Bakers Best. Maybe I can reach you if I stick my hand up through the delivery slot.” She bends over and dares an infiltration. Not the smartest move yet again but she was starving. Reaching high her arm gets lodged the second her elbow passes the lidded entry. Her eyes bulge at her predicament. Three attempts at retreat she curses in Babee talk. “Why are you being so mean to me this early in the morning? What did Babee do to you?”

Hearing a gruff clearing of a man’s throat she looks up into the plexiglass reflection. Behind her stood an overweight slob dresser in a suit full of wrinkles and tie that didn’t even match his suit. He was caucasian with a thin goatee only on his chin and slicked back hair greased to the gill.

“Hold my coffee Cruz. I’m going in.” With Calliope still bent over He sits his coffee mug on the base of her spine while he fiddles in his pants pocket for change.

“ROPER!! That mug is hot.”

“Not as hot as your ass Detective Pornstar. This will only take a second. Patience.”

A light pat on her bare bottom she narrowed her eyes. She thanked the Lord above that this man Frank Roper was chosen by Bettinger to be Burgundy’s new partner. Watching him pop quarters into the machine he selects the next in line on D3 to loosen up her danish. It and the second one toppled to her hand. Clutching one Calliope sighed, “You’re Mine!”

“Thanks for holding my mug. See you in Bettinger’s office.” Another pat to her ass on the way out the disgusting man chuckled and left her in her compromising position.

“Where are you going? Help me get my arm out. Call in a tactical team. Jaws of life. Anything.”

In her earplug bluetooth she hears chuckling that unnerved her worse than Roper.

“ARE YOU GOING TO KNEEL THERE ALL MORNING DETECTIVE?”

“Bite me Gabriel. I’m stuck.”

“YOU ARE BREAKING AND ENTERING. ISN’T THAT ILLEGAL?”

“I paid for the stupid danish.” She uses her other hand to catch the fallen danish and opens it with her teeth. That first bite was heavenly.

“I DO HOPE IT WAS WORTH THE HUMILIATION.”

“Can’t be any worse than parading around town wearing only stiletto heels.”

“A MUCH TASTIER DANISH IN MOST MEN’S EYES BABEE RAMIREZ.”

“I’m not Danish. I’m Puerto Rican.” Babee nibbles another bite. In her hunger she hears the breakroom door open again. Looking to see who it was through the vending glass she spots a multitude of new Officers enter. Every damn one of the men rubbed their chin as if coached. “Don’t just stand there drooling over my butt. Get me out of this thing.”

Officer Kyle Wiggins nods and moves behind her. “Finally a true Gentleman.” Gripping her hips Kyle instead pulls her thong down her ass to view her constricted clam. The Officers all chuckled.

“When I said get me out of this I didn’t mean my G-string Wiggins. My arm’s stuck up here.”

“Relax Cruz. Just having some fun at your expense. Beautiful pussy though. I heard about your misfortune. I had a week off during rolecall. My wife had a baby boy. I’m a Daddy.”

“Awwww! Give me a cigar Big Daddy.” She bulges her eyes. “You know what I mean. Congrats.”

“Thanks. I don’t know how you do this running nude so freely thing.” He crouches next to her looking up into the vending machine door then down through the glass itself. Once surveying the best rescue plan he began to take it to task.

“Babee doesn’t have much choice.” She feels his hands probing around to carefully remove her elbow. Once that gets dislodged she was able to drag her arm out. Waving her released arm about for circulation she retrieves the second danish from the dispenser and hands it to Wiggins. “Breakfast on Babee. My hero.”

“Thanks.” Kyle helps her to her feet. He then respectfully pulls her G-string back into place on her hips. He was definitely a hero.

“I can’t leave you alone for five minutes.”

“Burgundy…” Calliope brightens up greedily eating her danish and licking the icing off of her lips somewhat seductively. The other ataşehir escort Officers getting coffee began murmuring about her tongue. That made her turn and lick her lips more seductively. “Danish yummy.” She winks. The laughs were met with respect. Styrofoam cups of coffee were lifted in her honor.

“Come on Hostess Twinkie. We need a minute.” Burgundy drags her out of the breakroom and leads her by hand into a broom closet for a quiet camera free moment. Taking out a pocket sized notepad Burgundy hushes CC with a finger to her lips. Calliope understood. Her choker and her bluetooth ear piece were the Terrorist Gabriel’s choice in close encounter listening. Showing her the writing on the pad she gave CC her first chance at knowledge in the case of Gabriel. The page read “Virgil Kaminski is our shooter. He’s on the run but left an apology note saying he had no choice due to Gabriel. His GF, Cassie Malloy, a stripper at SIREN’S mens club vanished shortly after. No traces of credit card usage or cellphone tracking. They probably tossed both away for safety. We’re guessing the GF had a bunch of cash from dancing to tide them over. I’ll meet you here in the Broomcave when I can offer you more info.”

Calliope nods with a wink. She then hands Burgundy her danish and swipes her pad and pen to jot down a name and address in Puerto Rico. Burgundy connected the dots and mouthed the word “MOM?” Nodding CC adds in ink “Get her to safety without Gabriel knowing. Find a courier or something. Tell Mommy to go into hiding. Uncle Martin maybe. No contact with the outside world until I can catch G.”

After stealing a bite of CC’s danish she winks back and opens the door. Both of the girls were caught with icing on their lips.

“Are you two done making out in the closet?” Detective Luis Santos leaned against the wall next to the door. Other Officers watched them with interest. In a bold move Calliope grabs Burgundy and kisses her hard on the lips. Licking around her mouth capturing icing. Burgundy rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Sugar high.” Babee giggles before pecking Burgundy on the tip of her nose. God Burgundy loved her friend. Feelings were mutual. Neither were Bi. Definitely not gay. All in good clean fun. Sticky lips regardless.

Detective Roper nudges his way through the gauntlet of testosterone grumbling, “Roll call people. That includes Godiva and Chocolate.” Frank Roper was a serious douschebag but he was one of the best Detectives Dade county had. As the gathering dispersed in favor of the conference chamber Burgundy Jones points at Roper.

“Godiva and Chocolate? Racist much Frank?”

“Nope. Like Starsky and Hutch. How sweet it is.” He slaps both of them on the ass as he steps between them. Burgundy doubles up her fist in anger until Calliope stops her. She then calls out. “Frankie Panky. I like playing games too. You slap my ass I slap yours.”

She catches up to him as he stops to stick his ass out chuckling.

“Go for it Princess Cruz.”

Instead she slaps him across the face. He looked stunned. “Ooooh! Left cheek. Right cheek for Burgundy.” Another slap reddens his opposite cheek.

“That wasn’t my ass Cruz.”

“No but you’re an ass. Now we’re even. Shall we head inside?” She cradles his arm and encourages him into the room. Once inside they part ways. Roper was suddenly glad he was being partnered up with Burgundy. His blood pressure couldn’t handle seeing Calliope nude every second of his day. He knew sooner or later her G-string and badge would be coming off. As fun as that was going to be he hid his intimidation well.

Taking seats Calliope hops into the lap of Luis and nestles in over his erection. He bulged his eyes as everyone chuckled at his expense. Burgundy beside them had to roll her eyes. A favorite move for the annoyed.

As Chief Donald Bettinger joins Sargent Bydweider at the dais. Before either could begin talking an Officer coughes up, “Who gets Cruz first this morning?” He was eager to tap her ass.

“Not today. I’ll say this only once, enough of what happened yesterday. I refuse to let this mockery control my house. So if you’re listening in Gabriel…what goes forward needs to be compromised. I need my house back. What you force Detective Cruz to do outside is between you two. My people cannot lose focus on their job. That is protecting the citizens of this city. That said. Roll call Sargent.”

Bydweider makes it quick. A round of names recognized he turns things back over to Bettinger. Bydweider merely stepping back until he could run through the days itinerary. Case files and information offered to the Officers before cutting them loose.

“First things first. Calliope? Please get off of Detective Santos lap.”

“But I like it here. He’s bouncing me on his knee. Oh, wait. That’s not his knee.” Babee giggles and moves over to sit on Burgundy’s lap. Burgundy looked up at her with a glare. “Oopsie! Is this seat taken?” CC moves one more over to an empty seat. ataşehir escort “Sowwy Donny.”

Bettinger refused to laugh. Lord he wanted to. After dealing with his Wife Allison at home who watched the News fiasco last night she had a hundred questions he couldn’t answer. That made her distant. He ended up on the sofa until morning.

“Alright. The Sargent here will get into specifics but I’ll open this meeting up with this. After yesterday’s roll call it came to our attention of a few bad cops in our Department. If you notice them missing it’s because I suspended them pending investigation. I need to make myself 100% clear. I WILL NOT HAVE DIRTY COPS IN MY HOUSE. If any of you are hiding still, you will be weeded out. Come forward and talk to me in private and I’ll consider working things out. Depending of course on your offenses. Restitution will be expected if there is dirty money involved. Understood?” He surveys his people with scutiny. He knew poker faces well. He shies away from Calliope who hesitantly raises her hand. She wouldn’t put it down.

“What is it Cruz?”

“Well…technically speaking…I’m a dirty cop. Really, really dirty.” She offers a seductive voice while squeezing her bare monster tits together. Her actions led to chattering laughter. “Can I come in your office? I mean come to your office?” She batts her eyes.

“Don’t test my patience before my morning booze.” He winces.

“Okiee!” She giggles.

Sargent Bydweider steps forward. “Morning people. Our top priority today is finding out why so many high end vehicles have come up missing in the last two weeks. Two Ferrari’s and a Lamb were stolen Tuesday. A pair of Escalades on Thursday. First edition classic cars. Even some Harleys. Keep your eyes open.”

A cellphone ringing with the song Baby by Justin Beiber filled the air forcing Bydweider to pause and wince at its location. Sure enough it was Calliope. She flared her eyes with a sheepish smile as she dug her cell out of her clutch purse. Shutting off the song she cringed, “Sowwy. Speaking of missing cars, it’s my insurance company. I’ll just call them back.” They knew her car was blown up by the terrorist Gabriel when he first arrived in their midst. Still snickering was heard. She was taking this Babee business too seriously. Having a song called Baby as her ringtone? Too funny.

“As I was saying.” Bydweider glared as she shut her cell off and hid it away. “We have a missing persons today.” He uses a hand held remote to place a photograph on the wall via projector. “This young lady is Missy Carrera. Age 22. Last seen wearing a red dress with a black belt around her waist. Missy is 5 foot 5, 120 pounds. A student at Everglades University. She went missing six days ago. Her parents are worried sick as you can imagine. The last person to see her was her dorm sister Susan Kenner. Detectives Jones and Roper? Since you’re now partners I’ll commit you to investigating her whereabouts.” He passes the file on Missy Carrera to Roper who grimaced at working with the scrappy Afican American beauty. Better her than Cruz though. He didn’t need the headache.

“Third up.” Bydweider switches to Calliope. “Cruz? Dare I give you this case? There has been a Street Racing ring causing chaos all over Miami.”

“Maybe they’re racing the Lamb and the missing Ferrari’s.” Babee meekly offers insight.

“Not the worst possible thing to come out of your mouth Detective.” The Sarge puckers.

“Or in it.” A male Officer chuckles.

“Plenty of VROOM VROOM in there.” Another adds creating laughter.

“That’s enough.” Bettinger peps up.

As things go quiet the door to the conference room opens up and all eyes dare to look at the new entrant. In stepped the biggest black man in the Precinct. Standing at 6’5, 280 pounds of muscle, bald with a well groomed goatee, wearing a fancy black suit and cream colored pullover shirt beneath it the women cooed. The men daunted.

“About time you showed up Detective Mosley.” Bettinger scowled. Dre Mosley was always late. Worth it though. His skills were top notch. Seeing him Burgundy Jones leans over to Calliope with awe, “I’ll trade you partners.”

“I don’t think so. I like big dicks.” Babee giggles brushing shoulders with her friend.

“Floozy.”

“Hey! Detectives are called Dicks.”

“No Private Investigators are called Dicks.” Burgundy whispers snickering.

“Oh! I still like big dicks.” Calliope straightens up staring at Bettinger with a smirk.

“Of course you do.”

“Alright people. Composure please.” Bydweider invests. “Cruz? You and Mosley are partnering up. Considering your unique situation Detective Mosley is the best candidate to keep you safe should the need arise.”

“We all know things will arise.” Yet another Officer dares to chime in.

Mosley standing tall against the wall with his wrists held in front of him appeared more of a bouncer than a Detective. He didn’t smile. He didn’t react negatively toward anadolu yakası escort being teamed with Calliope. Nor did he express interest in her. He was merely a statue.

“That’s all people. Get out there and keep the peace.” Bydweider and Bettinger watched as the room filed out. Bettinger then took the file on the Street Racing ring out and handed it to Dre Mosley. Motioning Calliope to join them as the atmosphere became less entangled.

“Andre? I know you will keep Cruz here safe. I realize this is a burden considering Gabriel’s insistence on her being naked on duty but what choice do I have. I have to keep her out there or force Gabriel’s hand. Just work together as best you can.”

“Hi Dre. Boy you’re big.” She tempts to touch his bicep but reels back hesitantly. He nods at her retreat. She fidgets then stretches her arms wide bulging her chest up, “What? No comments on my being a big girl?”

“Keeping it professional Detective…Pornstar.”

“By the book? Is it Playboy? Hustler?” Dre scowls at Bettinger. “Sowwy. Just curious.”

“Calliope?” Donald lowers his gaze, “Babee? Dre understands how difficult it is for you not to portray Babee Ramirez. Your kiddy voice and humor is required. He’s prepared for you. Do your worst as Babee, do your best as Calliope. It’s all any of us ask.”

“I’m on your side Babee.” Dre acknowledges with a deep voice and dedicated eyes.

“Donny I need to call my insurance company. I need a car. Being chauffeured back and forth is no fun. You can’t keep…”

“Babeeing you?” Bettinger poises a brow.

“Right. I need my independence. Even at home I’m…being a dirty cop.”

“We’ve heard. Gabriel isn’t giving any of us the chance to do the right thing. Let’s just make the best of this and figure out how to catch this guy.”

“We will catch this Gabriel.” Dre looks at Calliope with sincerity.

Bydweider steps back in with an urgent glint in his eye. “You might want to watch the morning news.” He reclaims his remote and turns on a mounted television. All eyes went to CNN reporters.

“Oooo! It’s Anderson Pooper.” Babee snickers. “Anyone notice CNN could stand for SINNIN’?”

“Not now Babee.” Bettinger clamps a palm over her mouth.

“Late breaking news from both Florida and Washington, a terrorist calling himself Gabriel has taken 5 lives thus far. A Dade County Detective, Calliope Cruz became subject to Gabriel’s demands. Beware the video we are about to show you. Under Federal Law we are required to blur out certain content but…” Anderson hesitates listening through his earpiece, “A first for this network CNN will now show you the unedited unmasked version of last nights events with Florida Governor Busch. We ask you to nderstand that this network is merely cooperating with authorities. The terrorist Gabriel has issued deadly repurcussions should anything concerning Detective Cruz be edited. The President will have a press conference later in the day to express his concerns and to safeguard the public. We ask you not to panic. Authorities have communicated with Washington to obtain permission in allowing Detective Cruz to perform her duties as Gabriel has demanded. We owe this woman our deepest gratitude. As I’ve said be prepared for what you are about to see. Keep your children from viewing this. We will pause a moment to allow you to ready yourself before watching.” Anderson stares off into a void for two solid minutes before returning to his audience. “Here is the footage from Dade County.”

The next five minutes are scenes of riot and calming respect. Calliope Cruz and reporter Trish Toliver address the situation in the nude after Trish was nearly raped in the chaos. The Governor doing his best to relax the citizens in their confusion and outcry.

Dre Mosley puckers at Calliope’s bravado. There was more to this Puerto Rican goddess than acting like a ditz. CC swallows at seeing herself on the news. Her only thoughts were that her Mother would see her at her worst. She pouted knowing she would get a call very soon from Mommy. The tears would follow.

“As you can see Detective Cruz took control of her destiny bravely and with respect to the city she loves. Yes, Detective Cruz is being forced to live her life in the nude as per Gabriel’s commands. In doing so Gabriel has sworn not to set off further bombs taking more lives. Affiliate KZEX Reporter Trish Toliver has voluntarily shown her support of Calliope Cruz newly christened as Detective Pornstar by Gabriel. She too has gone nude to make the Detective feel less alone in her new world. The City of Miami’s Mayor Foster has pleaded with the public to be as equally supportive without adding to more indecent exposure. We will keep you posted as the story continues. CNN will be there as the President consoles the loss of lives and declares his thoughts on the matter. Now on to other stories…”

Bydweider shuts the TV off leaving the room. Captain Bettinger clears his throat dryly. “You made the World News.”

“The entire planet just saw me and Trish nakie.” Calliope shivers.

“It’s only going to get harder Calliope.”

“As hard as Dre is getting standing behind me?”

Bettinger nearly looked, but instead shook his head tossing up a hand. “On your own time Mosley.”

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