1. Street Cop


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Fiction, Death, Drug, Male/Female, Murder, Necrophilia, Snuff, Violence, Author: Vile Kyle, Rating: 52.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Barbara always liked to live life in the fast lane. As brilliant as she was beautiful, she graduated at the top of her class at USC and received a law degree with honors. Rather than go into a lucrative but dull position as a big corporate lawyer she decided to become a street cop and learn law from the bottom up. She reasoned that the mean streets of LA were about as close to the bottom as you could get so she started her career wearing a blue suit and a badge. A tall natural blonde, she excelled in competitive sports and always had to win at whatever she did. Just playing Lacrosse in college wasn't good enough; she worked until she was captain of the team. She honed her perfect athletic body for hours at the gym and could often be seen running at dawn in the soft sand along the beach. With less than a year on the job she had the best arrest record of a rookie ever to come out of the Academy and was promoted to an elite crime squad to work under cover. This gave her the chance to get rid of the blue uniform and wear expensive suits tailored to flatter her perfect figure. Shortly after joining the force Barbara was nearly killed in a shootout with a street punk high on crack. He came at her with a .38 Saturday night special and was still able to get off several shots after she put three 9mm rounds in his chest. The incident so unnerved her that she bought a combat modified .45 automatic and practiced with it until she could blow the center out of a silhouette target before ...
    her shell casings hit the ground. It was late November and the rains came to LA. This time of year they only last long enough to wash down the dirty streets and leave them slick and treacherous. Barbara arranged a late night meeting with a snitch and offered to pay well for information on a heroin shipment rumored to be sitting in San Pedro. She had a thousand dollars in her purse and the meet was in one of the nastier neighborhoods of South Central. The rain had stopped several hours ago but fog and mist were still heavy in the warm night air. Decrepit neon signs and shabby Christmas decorations reflected reds greens and yellows off the wet pavement in a kaleidoscope of color. A few streetlights that hadn't been shot out cast an eerie glow in the mist. Barbara parked her car and decided to walk several blocks to where her snitch would be waiting. An eerie silence hung in the air as the click of high heels echoed off dark buildings. Far away police sirens wailed and the occasional crack of gunfire could be herd. Barbara was on edge and alert to the slightest sound as she walked along the dark street. At first glance you might mistake Barbara for one of the many hookers that worked the neighborhood. A tight, bone colored skirt came barely half way down her shapely thighs and with heels she stood well over six feet tall. A closer look at the expensive suit and the way she wore her hair up in a tight bun told you otherwise. She had a black leather shoulder purse held close to her ...
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