Cops & Robbers

The punter slapped me again hard on the side of my head and started to walk off with my bag.

This guy had mistaken me for a dumb bitch.

"Oi, don't you fucking dare try and rob me, you sack of shit!" I shouted. It was like I was possessed. I pulled off one of my platform stiletto shoes and threw it at him as hard as I could.

My heavy shoe hit him on the back.

"Fucking bitch," he yelled out. I pulled the other shoe off and ran at him, screaming like a banshee. The robbing fuck punter backed away.

He was laughing at me.

I went wild and attacked him. I might be small, but I can fight! He grabbed the hand I was holding my stiletto with, so I slapped him repeatedly with my other hand.

"Give me back my bag, you motherfucker!" I yelled.

He wasn't laughing anymore. He was swearing at me in Russian, trying to hold me back.

Two huge black hands pulled nasty, robbing the punter off me.

"Dmitri Pavolovski, you're under arrest for assault. You do not have to say anything, but anything you do say can be used against you in a court of law. You hear me scumbag!" Troy said as he wrestled the Russian onto the floor.

As Troy put handcuffs on the Russian guy, I stared at them.

Oh my god. Troy was a copper. My bare feet felt the cold concrete pavement slip away.

"Beat it, shorty," Troy winked at me as his big, strong arms held the struggling, evil handcuffed punter on the floor.

Troy threw my bag at me. I was on my toes straight away.

Shock pumped adrenaline through me. It kept me running like lightning all the way home.

I kept thinking, over and over, that Troy was a copper.

My mind was spinning trying to make sure I hadn't said anything that he might use against me!

~XXX~

About a month or so later, I was getting some hair extensions at the local salon.

The owner was my friend from school, Lena. She was also the biggest gossip on the estate. Her salon was decorated in black and white, and she always dressed in black and white. I liked it in there, but I never told her anything private.

"So you heard about all the coppers round here the other night? Ain't seen you around for a bit. I guessed you got nicked, too," Lena said as she sewed the weave onto my head.

"No, I wasn't out that night, luckily," I lied.

"Well, it turns out that big hot black basketballer you took home was a copper. Hold this piece of hair," Lena said, shoving the platinum weft at me.

"I didn't go home with any big basketballer. What are you talking about?" I said as Lena pulled my head sideways. Her scarlet nails dug into my head.

I focused on the black and white mirror.

"Well, they all got nicked, Gigi, Lucy. And Ali was nicked for getting all the stolen girls' handbags. That vegan food van. Full of cash and cocaine. Full!" Lena exclaimed loudly, yanking the thread on my head.

You didn't need the local paper with Lena around.

"I heard you were scrapping with one of them and that you sucked that big black copper off, so he let you off," Lena whispered.

"Lena!" I stared at her, laughing.

"You did! I knew it," She shrieked.

I blushed so red. Maybe it was because Troy was a copper. Perhaps it was because my pussy flooded my panties every time I thought about his cock spreading my pussy.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Lena said.

I could see her mind running through who she'd tell first.