<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">She was totally frightened, he felt her shivering under his hands. It was disgusting, but it turned him on. An ex-cop and now a stripper. What a career. The moment they entered her dressing room, he let go of her and locked the door. He watched her covering herself with a gown, but he had seen enough already. She was still tasty, a little softer than when she worked for the force, but she would be good enough. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"What is it you want, Delgado? I know you couldn't have possibly come out here to visit me..."</span><br/><br/>He gave her a loop-sided grin. One of that sort that made you lose your confidence. If you still had some, but he was pretty sure she had not much left. <br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"Now, now. If I would have known that you show your body off to strangers in this rathole, I would have come to visit you. Just to see how far an officer could sink, if he can't keep his hands from drugs."</span><br/><br/>Her bag stood on the vanity and he walked over to it and poured it out. Two small pouches with white powder landed on the desk.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Let me guess, sugar? For your coffee? Damn, Stevens, wasn't it enough that you ruined your career, you want to ruin your life now too? Ok, there are two ways we can handle this. I can take you with me to the office. You know the routine. Mug shot, a night in the cell, tomorrow the judge, probably two weeks in prison or bail. Not to speak that all your former co-workers will have a look at you. You will be famous. I guess this rathole here will be the next off-duty gathering spot for the force. They will holler for you, but I doubt they will not use your real name."</span><br/><br/>He gave her a cold stare and then he pulled her up from her chair. His right hand had her arm again in a vise-like grip, while the left opened the belt of the gown. It flapped slightly open, displaying parts of her breasts.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Or you give me your address and we deal with this problem when I am off duty. I doubt that it will be the first time for you. Or do you want to tell me that you are only stripping here? I doubt it, a little pot-head like you will need some extra money."</span><br/><br/>The way she avoided his eyes told him the truth. Yes, she had some customers too. His finger trailed over her breast and he whistled through his teeth, when her nipple hardened under his touch. This could be really fun, he looked forward to it. He pushed her back on the chair and sat down on the desk.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"But I am on duty now. Have you heard of the prostitute killer? We found another girl yesterday. Candy. She worked in a club down the street. The Eldorado. It is the ninth victim in four weeks. All of them were prostitutes or strippers open for some sidejobs. Like you. All of them were young and good-looking. Like you. And all of them were white and with auburn hair. Like you. All of them worked in this district. Like you. You are an ex-cop, Stevens. I know that you haven't fucked your brain completely yet with those drugs. You must have the eye for strange customers. Did you see someone? A new customer? One you have not seen before in the last four weeks. One who couldn't take his eyes of you? Who asked for a special?"</span></div>