Chapter 3 🫦

"Alright dude, you have me here now. What do you want me to do? I guess I owe you now, since you kinda saved my ass back there.?"

"Kinda, the other officer, snorts. No kinda to it, lady. We saved your ass... dude was going to kill you."

"Is he the one that's been doing all the killings of the street girls?"

"We can't discuss that with you, Corky."

"Right... right brother, hood and all. I get it."

Adam speaks up then. "Like I told you earlier, you are Martin's top girl... to say, so we need you to do a little spying for us. Try to get your boss to tell you where he's getting his supply of drugs. So, fourth and so on."

"You realize you guys are signing my death warrant, right... or do you just not care about that at all?"

"What was it you said to me earlier? Nope, I don't give a shit," Adams spits.... And it takes every bet of self-control I have not to assault a police officer.

"How do you expect me to get this information without Martin getting suspicious?"

"You're a clever girl. I'm sure you will come up with the perfect plan. Adams smirks at me..." and that pisses me off.

"Newsflash dickhead, you came to me with this, not the other way around... so either you help me or you can go fuck yourselves."

"Man, Adams, are you sure you picked the right whore? This one has a mouth on her."

"Officer, step out of the van, please.... Adams bites back." Officer dude-drop does as he's told, then Adams turns on me. "Corky, how long have we known each other?"

"For a few years now. You were a rookie officer the first time you collared me about 4 years ago... and I guess you could say I was a rookie prostitute. I was on the job for about 8 months then."

"Corky, you're aware that you're too skilled for this kind of job, right?"

"People keep saying that to me, but what makes me so much more special than anyone else on the street corner?"

"You have both this," Adam points to his head, "and this," he points to his chest where his heart is. "Whether or not you accept it." He says.

"Yea, well, that doesn't keep food on the table, and a roof over my head, man."

"So, let me help you, Corky. Let me help you get a better place to live, and even a better job. You will see life will be so much better for you. You're still young. The sky's the limit, Corky."

"Okay, Hallmark, enough of the sweet talk."

Adams just rolls his eyes at me. "Okay Corky, I'm going to put this pendent on you. This is going to be my eyes and ears to everything you are doing with Martin. You are going to wear it for a few weeks. At that time... I need you to get in with your pimp. Tell him you want to do more jobs whatever it takes for you to get closer to him, and for him to trust you hopefully enough to spell who his supplier is."

"Someone like Martin, why can't you boys in blue just arrest him, and have him do the dirty work? Why involve a lowlife like me?"

Because we don't have enough evidence to arrest him, and someone like Martin will never rollover on his dealer. He loves money too much.

"And what makes you think I don't?" Adams looks over at me with his brows on his forehead. "You mean to tell me you enjoy living in a tiny one bed apartment where you have no room to even piss... a job you have to let random dudes touch you in places they shouldn't.... and you like the money?" Is that what you're telling me, Corky? "

"Alright Adams, I get your point. But to be clear, the money really isn't all that bad if I was the one keeping most of it. "

"It's Dean."

"Huh?"

"My name... it's Dean Adams."

"Okay Dean. Let's get going so I can go home and take care of some things in my apartment before I take a nap and come back out."

"No... you mean so you can get ready to go talk to Martin before your nap, then have to get out here and sock up the night. Besides, you never know Martin might like the idea you came to him about working more jobs for him."

"Wishful thinking there Dean Adams."

"You're a piece of work, you know that, Cory Sullivan."

Adams gets to work on putting the pedant on my shirt. He makes it look good, so Martin or any of the Johns can't see what it is. Adams is putting the rose pedant on my shirt, and it looks normal, unlike in movie scenes where a wire is taped to your clothes.

I head on up to my apartment for the morning. Because by the time Adams and officer dude-drop were done with me, it was well past 5 in the morning. So, I just go home, and get a shower, then I head off to talk to Martin. I prepared myself to talk to my boss for the lack of a better word. Adams convinced me to do this and I can't believe I agreed. I just hope Martin doesn't read right through me and kills me on the spot. I shake that thought off and get my shoes on, then head down to the road, then walk my way to Martin's bar.

"Hey Corky girl, what are you doing here? Layla asks me when I walk into the bar." Shit, what do I say, because I never come to this sleazy bar unless I'm paying Martin, and she knows I've already done that?

"I need to talk to Martin before tonight starts..." I tell her, and to my surprise, she accepts my explanation. "Okay girly, well, you be careful. He's a bear this time of day, she warns me."

"Thanks for the heads up. If you don't see me out there tonight, you know what happened..." I joke with Layla.

"Not funny, Corky girl... not funny." I just smile at her and walk back to where Martin's office is. Once back there, I knocked lightly on his door.

"Yea, what the hell do you want?" Martin bellows, and I almost turn around, and walk right back out the door, but I put my big girl panties on, and walk on in." Hey Martin, I wanted to run something by you real fast before I take my nap and get ready for the night. "

"Oh, is that so Corky.... and what could you possibly want to fuckin' run by me?"

Well, this is going to be fun.... Fuckin' Adams. "Well, I was wondering if you possibly had other types of work for me to do, so I could make more money, possibly...." I say with a smile.

Martin looks at me sideways... "and just what in the fuck different jobs could your dumbass do besides work the streets Corky... hell, you don't even have your GED."

What's that have to do with anything.... didn't know you had to have an education to be someone's grunt? I Don't voice that opinion out loud though. "Well, I could start out by working the bar a couple nights a week, and then maybe we could go from there?"

"Are you trying to get out of working the streets Corky?" Martin questions me.

"No, Martin, I'm not... but I would like to make enough money to get out of the apartment I'm in, possibly. Possibly get a bigger and a little nicer place."

"Hell, Corky I don't know. Let me think about this for a day or two, and I will get back to you. Now get out of my face and get to your actual job."

"Thank you, Martin."

I leave his office quickly. I hope you're listening to me. You arrogant bastard, take your job and pendant and stick them up your rear end. I whisper into the damn pendant on my shirt. Once I get outside, I rip the pendant off my shirt and throw it on the ground. I stomp it for good measure. Let's see how the asshole likes that shit.

I'm back in my bed, trying to sleep, but I keep replaying Adams' advice to me about getting off the streets. Could he really help me get a place of my own... and even an actual job? Hell, could I actually get my GED and take college courses at my age? Ugh, Corky, stop letting that damn cop get in your head. People like me could have made better choices in our lives... become better people, but we choose this life, so why try to change it now? Why start second guessing who we are, and what we do?

Fucking Adams!

I finally fell asleep sometime later. I wake up to my alarm blurring in my ear, so I get up and get another shower for the night. Once I'm out, I dry myself off, then go into my closet to find an outfit to wear for tonight.

I finally found the outfit I want to wear. I put it on, then go back over to the mirror and doll my face up for the night. Once I have all that done, I do a line of coke, then head my ass down to the corner for the night. When I get there, Layla is already standing on the corner, of course.

"Hello Layla, any Johns yet?"

"Hello, Corky girl quiet so far, but the night is still young. So, what did you talk to Martin about?"

I just tell her, because what's it going to hurt? All I did was talk to him about working another job. "More work, I tell her." She doesn't have to know that the asshole... hot as hell cop Adams put me up to it. Fucking dick-headed- ass sucking jerk.

"Look alive, Corky girl, here comes a couple." I look up, and sure enough, two cars pull up at the same time. I take the first one, and I give Layla the second car tonight.

"What'll it be, sugar?" I lean in the passenger window. It's a nice-looking younger gentleman, not our normal Johns, so I instantly feel on edge.