Ghetto Whores Interlude 2: Detective Tina Vasquez Part 2

Unending BE - episode 843830

"Roxanne, what is up with you?" Tina, while still stunned, decided to try and get as much information from the drunk and stoned woman as was possible, considering her altered state. She watched as the drunk lawyer took a long swallow from her glass.

"Oh, jus' pa'tyin'. Haa a har' day a work, an' wanntad ta' lushen up. Tha' boysh kep me lay an' affa all da fuckin', I wanned ta' have shum fun."

"You had sex at your office today?" Tina was finding the conversation almost as bizarre as her friend's new appearance.

"Nah, shilly, on da' movie set. I'm doin' pornos now. Caan you bulieve dey pay me for fuckin'? Shit, ta get all dose juichy cocks, I'd do it foo free." She giggled and put a finger to her large, red lips (the phrase 'cock-sucking lips' flashed through Tina's mind) as she almost whispered "Baa don't tell dem."

Roxanne took another long drag from her rapidly shrinking cigarette and exhaled down her nose. "I'm gonna be a shtar. I even changed ma name. I'm Roxxxy Vane now, wit tree x'shes." Extending her hand with the cigarette, she added, "Pleash ta' mee' chu."

Ignoring the offered hand, Tina said, "Pornos? You're a lawyer, for Pete's sake. You quit your job at one of the most prestigious firms in the city to have sex on camera?" Tina was starting to get angry. This night was growing stranger by the minute.

"Yeah, cool, huh? I even dance here sum timesh, too." Taking a final drag from her cigarette, Roxxxy tossed it to the wooden floor and crushed it under the heel of a gaudy gold pump. Exhaling, she immediately opened the gold purse hanging from one shoulder and pulled out her pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Handing her glass to Tina, she asked, "Hole dish, will you? I wanna nudder smoke."

Tina took the offered glass and watched as Roxxxy fumbled with the box of Marlboro Lights 100s. Her drunken state was making even the act of lighting a cigarette difficult. Finally getting one out of the box, she stuck it between her lips. It took her three tries before managing to get the dangling cigarette lit. Taking a huge drag like an expert smoker, she returned the box and lighter to her purse. Seeing Tina watching her intently, her drunken mind misconstrued intent for desire and caused her to ask, "Oh, shorry, da you wantsh one?"

"No, Roxanne, you know I don't smoke and neither did you. When did you start smoking?" Her anger growing by the minute, Tina was having a hard time restaining herself from forceably dragging her friend out of the club.

"Oh, I doughn know. Seems li' fo'eva' now." A look of puzzlement came over Roxxxy's face for a moment, then brightened as she exclaimed, "Waay, I 'member now. It was the Tursday nigh' we went ou' fo' Josie's back'loret pa'ty tree weeks ago. Sum a da girls wan'ned ta' cum here and see wha it waaas like. I dinna wanna go, but dey says it wa' onney gonna be for a lil' while."

"Don't you mean Josette?" Tina interrupted. Tina knew Josette, too. She was a twenty-two year old paralegal at Roxanne's firm and engaged to one of the junior partners.

"Nah, I meent Josie, bu ah'm gettin' to dat'," Roxxxy answered.

Taking another big drag from her cigarette, the exhaled smoke punctuated her words as she continued. "Aa firs', I dinna like it. Waas too smokey, da music waas too lough and da staff was all weerd an' shit. Den' won'a da girls came baa fum da bar wit a tray o' glasses. She tol' us it waas a special drink a da club call'd a Brainmelter. I dinna waan any, but Josie sayid it was her pa'ty and if she was gonna, I haa ta' too."

"I took a small sip, an' it taysed good, reah good. It may me feel aw tingly insigh. Afta anudder longer sip, I almose came. I neva fell like dat' from drinkin' anything befo'. Nest ting I knew, we's were havin' anudder roun. One a da girls was smokin' an it started ta smell real goo' ta' me. I axed her fo' one and she lit me up. I took a big drag an inhaled. I taught I woud cough, bu I dinnit. Fuck, it felt so wunnerful. So, I took anudder longer drag. Dat' one felt even betta. I smoked da whole ting. Da udder girls waas all smokin' by den, too."

"So, you're trying to tell me that after two glasses of, what did you call it? A Brainmelter, right? You just started smoking?"

"Yeah, I guess. If you wanna see fo' youself, take a sip form my glass dere. I been drinkin' dem all nigh."

Tina lifted the glass she had been holding up to her nose. It smelled like alcohol, of course. But there was some other scent mixed in as well - a musky, slightly pungent aroma. She lifted the glass up to the light and looked closer. The fluid was dark in color, almost black. Previously, she had thought it to be whiskey, but now she wasn't so sure.

"No, Roxanne, I don't think so. I also think you shouldn't be drinking this stuff, either."

"Who you, my mudder? If yo ain't gonna have any, den give it back." Reaching for the glass, Roxxxy grabbed it from Tina's hand. "An, I tol yo, my name is Roxxxy." Lifting the glass to her lips, she downed the rest of the liquid in one swallow. "Mmm, dat's betta. Now, yo wanna hear da ress o my story, or wha?" She brought her cigarette up to her lips for another drag. Opening her mouth, she let the smoke drift slowly up her nostrils.

Watching her formerly non-smoking friend perform a textbook French inhale, she knew something was seriously wrong with that drink, and the club itself. "Sure, why not, Roxxxy." The more information she could gather, the better her chances were of getting an official investigation started tomorrow. Tina was also hoping her drunken friend would get to some more incriminating details, like where she got the coke she was obviously using.

"Okay, so's likes I waas sayin', we waas all smokin' and drinkin' and havin' fun. We'd muss ta had like five mo rouns, and went tru da whole pack a smokes. When we's ran ou, I bough some mo a da machine in da entrance. I don know how many mo I had dat' nigh, bu every one tasted betta an betta ta me."

"When da club closed, we's all stumbled out ta our caas. On da waay 'ome, I stopped at a Quick-maat an bough some mo'."

"Wait a minute, you drove home DRUNK!!??" Tina was moving beyond angry now. She wasn't sure how much longer she was going to be able to control herself. "You're a lawyer, damn it. You know how dangerous and illegal drunk driving can be."

Roxxxy just grinned. "Ushta be a law'er, babe. It waas okay, I ha' an eshcort. A nishe off'cer followed me 'ome. He ha' shtoped me afta' I bough my smokes. He was gonna 'rest me 'til I offa'd ta blow him. He had a big cock, too. Tasted kinda salty."

"You gave oral sex to a police officer to let you go from a DWI arrest? Are you crazy?"

"Nah, I was jus' horny from all a da Brainmelters. Plus, he was good lookin'. So, once I gots 'ome' I stumbled to a el'vator and may it up to my condo. The nex mornin' I called in ta work 'cause I was so 'ung ova. When I fine'ly woke up, it was in a afta'noon. Da' bedroom smelled smokey, but goo, ya know?"

Tina didn't know, but she just nodded her head to keep the drunken woman talking.

"I saw my smokes onna dresser an' an sumptin tol' me ta' jus' have one. So, I did. It dinna tase as good as befo' ba I still enjoyed it. I smoked da whole pack during da day, so I got dressed an wen' out fo' some mo. Dis time, I bough a whole carton an a nice ligh'er. Got some whis'ey and bourbon, too. Spent da' whole wee'end smoking and drinkin' in ma condo."

"Once Monday came, I wen ta' work. Saw Josie waas outsi' smokin' wen I got dere. I ha' one wit her an we talked about wha we dun ova da wee'end. She dun same as me, and we both decided we liked it. We may plans ta go baa ta da club dat' Thursday. Dey was havin' anudder am'tur nigh, like ta'nigh. We waas all dressed sexy an' shit, so afta a couple a Brainmelters, we'd decided ta compete. We'd was in one a da dressin' rooms gettin' ready, smokin' like crazy, 'cause we's waas ner...nervush. One a da reg'lur dancers axed us if we'd wanted some'tin ta help us looosen up."

"Here it comes," Tina thought. "The part I've been waiting for."

"She pulled ou' a glaas vial from her purse. A furse, I taugh it was coke. Even drunk, I dinna waan any drugs. Bu it wasn't. It was aw black and shiny. She said it waas some special shit, all natural. 'Jus' a lil boose,' she tole us. Since it wasn't coke, we boat said yes. Josie wen furse, and I cou' see it helped her. She trembled a lot, but when it waas ova, she says ta me 'Roxanne, you gotta try dis shhit. It's awshum.' So, I too a big snort and foun' out wa she men. My whole body felt alive, li' I waas perfect. I dinna even feel drun' no more. My pusshy was on fire and I wanned to fuck Josie righ' dere. I neva fel dat' way bout girls befo' but she looked so goo ta me den. She musta ben feelin' it to, 'cause she pulled me cloosh and stuck her tongue in my mout."

"Da dancer star'ed ta laugh an tole us ta save it for on da stage. So, we pulled apar and checked ou'selves ova inna mirror. We both looked fuckin' hot, nipples standin' ou and I could swear our titties was bigger. Dey call us ou an ta da stage an we put on a show li' dey ain't neva seen. We'd danced li we'd ben doin' all our lives. Grinden' genst ea otha, pullin' off our clothes, kissin'. We got a standin' ovation wen we'd was dun. It was great, an I dinna wan dat feelin' ta en."

"Once we'd got back ta' da dressin' room, I axed dat' dancer if she haa anymo' o dat' stuff. She gave us boat some an dinna waan any money, since it was all natural an shit. Goin' back ta da bar, one a da owner's people axed us if we wanned ta work dere alla time. We thaw it ova and decided we would. Bein' a stuffy ol' law'er neva may me feel li' I did wen I danced, an I wanned to feel dat' all da time."

"So, da nex day, Josie a I quit da firm an started dancin' here an using dat' wunnnerful shit alla time. It's called Inque an supposed ta come from Sout 'Merica. Some jungel herb or sum'tin. An I wassen magine it, it does make your titties grow. Look a da set I got now.' For emphasis, Roxxxy grabbed both boobs and squeezed them. "I'm a E-cup now."

"So, dat waas it, mo' o less. Afta a few times on da stage ta'gether, some big black guy axed us if we wanned ta do some movies ta'gether. Said we would li' it as much as dancin' an we'd could have as much sess as we'd wanned and get paid all legal like. No proshtituion fo dis' girl."

"We's made two so far. Da' money is as goo as I was makin' as a law'er an I gets ta fuck all day. Since our ol names was too borin', we'd came up wit new ones. Ya know mine, an' Josie picked Josie Katt, since she li' pussy so much now. Plus, now I gets ta drin' and smoke as much as I waan. Aw day, iffa feel li' it, an' I always do."

Grinning drunkenly, Roxxxy put the empty glass on the bar and took her cigarettes and lighter from her purse once more. Waving at the female bartender, she shouted, "Anudder Bwainmeltshure, sessy, an make it shtrong one." Turning back to Tina, she proceeded to lit up another cigarette. "Sho, dat's my shtory. Gettin' fucked all day is so much betta than borin' legal shit."

Tina's mind was racing. She knew she still really didn't have enough information to go on. Some unnamed dancer peddling suspicious breast-enhancing powder would get her laughed out of the lieutenant's office. It sounded crazy, even to her. So, she would need Roxanne to go on the record, but getting her to the station was going to be difficult. There was one other thing that she wanted to know. "What does your boyfriend Anthony think about your new profession, Roxxxy?"

Taking along pull on her freshly lit cigarette, Roxxxy laughed. "Oh, lil' tiny dick? I brough up wid him. He kept raggin' on me, wantin' me ta quit smokin' an drinkin' an go back ta da firm. I tole him dat' if he din a li' da new me, he could jus fuck off. So, he moved out. Havva seen him since. Josie broke it off wit her guy, too. We's livinn' ta'getha now. We fuck each udder alla time. Josie's pusshy juice tastes wunnerful an she got real goo wit her tongue. Jus' t'inkin bout it is gettin' me wet."

Tina knew it was now or never. "Roxxxy, I think there is something very wrong going on here. I'm not sure what it is exactly, but I aim to find out and put a stop to it. Come down to the station with me and give a statement. After that, we can get you into a treatment program. Once you clean up, maybe you can get your old job back."

Tina realized as soon as she was finished she had made a mistake. Roxxxy's face took on a harder cast, like some of the whores from the street. Looking her former friend in the eyes, she shouted as loud as she could, "Look, I'm gonna tell you li' I tole Mr. Tiny Cock. Dis' is who I am now. I li' myself an my new life. If you dun li' it, you can FUCK OFF! Jus' becaw you is a COP, dun mean you can order me around."

At the word "cop", the bartender, who had only been half paying attention to the drunk women and her friend, took notice. Tina saw the spike-haired woman look her way, and narrow her eyes. "Damn, I've been made. I better get out of here." Turning back to Roxxy, she said, "Sure, Roxxxy, whatever. If you ever decide to get help, you know where to find me." With that, she turned away and started making her way to the club entrance.

As she fought through the crowd, she looked back over her shoulder at the bartender. The woman was deep in conversation with Roxxxy, while setting the drunk porn starlet up with two more drinks. Moving slowly, she finally made it to the entrance. Looking back one last time, she saw the bartender pick up an ear microphone and begin speaking into it.

Not wanting to be around for the result of whatever that conversation was going to be, she practically ran out the door. Dressed down as she was, her service weapon had been left in her apartment, along with her badge. She had nothing to use to protect herself if there was going to be trouble.

Breathing a sigh of relief once she was safely in her car, she drove back to her apartment. Try as she might, sleep wouldn't come. So, she got up and spent the rest of the night in front of her laptop, entering all the information she had up to that point. She also used the police and various federal databases to try and find out more information about the club.

Friday morning came, the sun streaming through her windows. She made herself some coffee, and then took a shower and got dressed for work. Getting to the precinct, Tina thought about telling her partner about what had happened the night before, but decided to talk with Andi about it instead.

Andi Charles was a pretty blonde in her mid-twenties, like Tina. She had entered the police force right out of high school and had spent the time moving up the ranks. Missing Persons was her calling, since like Tina, she enjoyed helping people and finding loved ones to re-unite families fulfilled her sense of purpose.

She found her friend at her desk in Missing Persons, reports piled high on the desk around her. "Got a minute?" she asked the pretty blond. "Sure," Andi replied, motioning her one of the chairs in front of the desk. Tina related all the previous night's events. When she was done, her friend just looked at her for a moment. "That's some story," Andi had eventually replied. "Are you sure Roxanne wasn't just putting you on?"

Knowing that Andi didn't really believe her, she wasn't surprised. After all, Andi wasn't the one face to face with a former powerful attorney turned porn actress. "Well, I suppose it's possible. It just seemed like she really believed what she was telling me."

Getting up from the chair, Tina had moved to the office door. "Just keep this whole thing between us, okay? I need to do some more investigating before I tell anyone else."

"Sure, Tina, no problem. Besides, who would believe me even if I did?" Andi answered her and then went back to filling out her latest report.

The rest of the day passed quickly and without incident. She and Jack busted some working girls and then spent the rest of the day doing paper work at their desks. Tina had been tempted to tell Jack about the club and her suspicions, but remembering Andi's reaction made her wait.

The day over at last, Tina was dead tired. Staying up the whole previous night had worn her out, so she passed on her usual run after work and just went directly back to her apartment. That was all she remembered until coming back to consciousness, the rest of the night or how much time had passed since then was still a blank to her.

Getting back to her present predicament, she struggled some more against her bonds. The chains wouldn't give an inch. She let out a long, loud sigh, knowing that whatever was going to happen, it had to be related in some way to that evil club and it's mysterious owner. Speaking out loud for the first time since waking up, she said, "Okay, whoever you are, kidnapping and killing a police officer will get you the death penalty. Why don't you just let me go and I'll see the courts go easier on you."

A low, sultry woman's voice answered through the darkness. "Kill you? Whatever gave you that idea, my dear? Killing you is definitely not part of the plan. Kidnapping you is also an erroneous assumption on your part. You came here on your own, Detective Vasquez, with a small little nudge from me. I willed you to come and you came, since it's where you've wanted to be since you began nosing around in my business. As for letting you go, well of course I am going to let you go. Eventually."

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