COPS AND PROS by Dark Cloud

The two coppers watched as the short black prostitute leaned into the passenger side window and seconds later withdrew with a handful of cash and prepared to get in the car.

Sergeant Carole Vaughan ordered Joe Dupree to pull up and bust her. He would rather have just let it go , so would most of the guys , after all what harm was she doing ? But not Sergeant Vaughan , that hard ass bitch was so ambitious she'd book anyone to up her arrest record.

Jackie "Jazz" Moore saw the cops pull up just as she was getting in the car, " Oh fuck!", she exclaimed, when she saw that it was that young blonde bitch booking her again she spat on the pavement and called her all the names she could think of under her breath.

"Got something to say Jazz ?", asked Carole mockingly as she handcuffed the whore and forced her into the cop car.

"Bitch, this is harassment , must be three times you busted me this month", spat out Jazz as she slid into the backseat, her micro-mini skirt riding up and giving the police officer a clear view of her shaven pussy. She couldn't help but stare at it.

"Like what you seeing blondie? You can lick it for a ten".

"I don't think so , you really should reinvest some of your 'earnings' in panties Jazz".

Jazz just shut up and fumed in the back as she was driven to the station , dreaming of having that stuck up blonde bitch on her knees begging to service her. Oh for that chance, thought Jazz.

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Carole was extremely attractive. A tall, leggy, 28 year old blonde with the prefect figure for her frame - big bouncing breasts that started arguments as to whether they were real or fake and a nice, curvy ass that all her fellow officers loved to see walking past. Facially she was almost Scandinavian with clear blue eyes and very light, long, blonde hair that she normally kept tied up on her head under her cap. Obviously, in her police uniform the effect on men was dynamite .Nearly all her colleagues had tried it on at one stage or another but she had rejected them all, leading it being spread around the station that she was in fact a lesbian. She wasn't, she was just so focused on her job that she left no time or energy for having someone in her life.

She had joined the force nearly a decade earlier and had steadily gained the respect , if not the admiration of her colleagues - she wasn't real likeable. She just liked busting people, she liked the power it gave her over people.

Two nights after busting Jazz for the latest time, Carole finished her shift and headed home. Home was a smart apartment in the West End of the city. She climbed the stairs and entered the front door and immediately sensed something was amiss. Entering the living room carefully she was amazed to find a large man sitting on her armchair smoking a cigar.

"Come in honey", he spoke.

"Who the hell are you? What the hell do you want? I'm a cop, try anything and I'll bust you", all came spilling from her mouth immediately.

He guy just smiled and said, "Relax Officer Vaughan. I'm not here to harm you. The opposite in fact I'm here to help you. I'll help your career".

"You? How?", mention of her career and the fact the guy had his hands up gave Carole some more interest and she stood , arms crossed staring at him demanding he explain.

"There is an envelope on that table there, why don't you look at what is in it".

Against her better judgement she did.

Keeping one eye firmly on the man invading her house Carole ripped open he end of the envelope, some blown up photographs fell out onto the table she stood over. She picked them up and gave a little gasp of recognition as she studied them.

The man spoke, this time a little more forcibly, "Yes, that is your younger brother Jimmy both buying and selling drugs from one of my acquaintances . It's amazing how clear the pictures are nowadays isn't it".

"W-What do you want?" asked a not so sure Carole.

"Nothing just now, just for you to sit down there and listen real carefully to me", she slowly lowered herself onto the leather sofa.

"I could go to the police with these , and some other evidence I got - I'm sure that wouldn't do your career much good and I'm sure Jimmy would have fun in jail , being he's the brother of the hardest nosed cop in town. But I don't really like cops - no offence intended, honey - and you see Jimmy owes a whole lot of money to my employer , I mean a WHOLE lot, and he's just run out of time to repay it , so the police are the least of his worries".

Carole just sat still on the sofa barely listening as her mind worked overtime.

The big man stood up and handed Carole a card with an address written on it, "You better be there at nine tonight, or else. And I wouldn't wear that cop uniform otherwise the locals might turn even uglier than they normally are", and with that he let himself out of the apartment.

The address turned out to be a bar in a really rough area of town. Even with her self defence abilities and training Carole was nervous entering the place. Well she was nervous about that and what was going to happen. She had worked so hard to get to where she was and would do anything to prevent people finding out about it. Plus even though Jimmy was a little idiot, he was still her brother and she did care for him. She knew if the drugs gangs came after him they would get him, no doubt.

Her mind had whirled with the possibilities of what the criminals would demand of her. Money was possible, but she had little. More likely, she thought they may demand that she do them favours at work and look the other way or tip them off. Carole thought she wouldn't bow to those demands but guessed it would depend how they were couched. She knew she really wasn't in a position to negotiate.

As she walked past a group of people on the way into the bar , they stared and sneered openly at her , knowing her like didn't belong there. She had dressed down , wearing just a pair of jeans and a white blouse but even that was classy for this joint. The minute she entered every eye seemed to focus on her , little wonder as she was the only white person in the bar and just about the only woman as well. Summoning all her courage she strode to the bar - where she was ignored completely by the bartender. Five minutes passed and she felt even more out of place and was about to leave when a man approached her and said "You Vaughn?", aggressively.

"Yes".

"Follow me", and he led her through the bar, through a beaded doorway at the back and motioned her to sit at a table in a shaded booth. She recognised the big man sitting directly across from her , it was Manny Hernandez a renowned figure in the cities organised crime scene. He sat smoking a large cigar staring impassively at the tall blonde.

"What do you want?", she demanded with false bravado.

Hernandez leaned forward, blew stinking smoke in Carole's face and said "Shut the fuck up Bitch! You speak when you are told to not any other time. Understand?".

She nodded.

"Good. You probably want to know what I want of you in return for keeping silent about Jimmy and calling my collectors off. Well I'll tell you bitch. And it ain't negotiable. You either do it or everyone in the precinct knows your brother deals hard drugs and he ends up in the river. See I got a lot of business interests bitch, one of them is every Saturday having a little illegal fighting in a certain warehouse. Real fights , real street grudges , no rules anything goes. I like getting characters everyone knows and getting some real betting action going - you know? Deal is you fight this Saturday night, you win you get the pictures, I keep silent and write off Jimmy's debt", there he pause waiting to see if she would question him but she had learned and stayed impassive, he smiled.
"I believe you've met your opponent before", and with that a smirking Jazz slinked in next to the big man.

"Hey cop bitch, you look a little warm , let me cool you down ", with that she poured her drink on Carole's head and laughed. Carole took it and didn't react but burned with shame as the prostitute reached over and ripped the top three buttons from her blouse leaving her lacy white bra peeking out.
Again she didn't react but right then she wanted to fight her more than anything on earth.

"So you up for it bitch?", demanded Manny.

"Yes", she answered strongly.

"Course there's a price if you lose bitch. Can't just let you write off that debt so easy. First, you be sure to wear your pretty cop uniform for the fight and be sure to bring that nice hard nightstick because you'll give it to Jazz at the start and she can use it during the fight. Second, if you lose I want my money back so you can pay it back by being a ho' for me. I'll pimp your white ass until you repay the money little Jimmy owes. OK?".

Carole was going to back out at these stipulations when Jazz reach over and slapped Carole and said " What's the matter cunt ? Scared?".

Carole jumped up and was about to react when Manny stood up and stood between the women, " OK you're on , but I'm gonna fucking hurt you Jazz. Real bad . Stick or no stick", she menacingly spoke.

"Good", said Manny ," You'll be collected on Saturday at 9pm , be ready and wearing that uniform. Mow get the fuck out of my bar I don't like no white trash sluts in my place".

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Saturday came round too quickly, Carole had been distracted at work all week but had somehow got through, so she sat nervously in her full uniform waiting to be collected. At nine two of Manny's bodyguards came and collected her, they said nothing but both smirked at her and produced a long , black trench coat which they told Carole to put on. They led her down to a limo with it's windows blacked out. One of the men sat up front with the waiting driver while the other got in the back besides Carole. He thrust a hood at Carole and told her to put it on -reluctantly she did and then the car took off, leading Carole to her destiny.

They drove for some twenty minutes and Carole was totally disorientated as to where they were when the car pulled up. Still hooded she was hustled out of the car and led down some steps where finally the hood came off to reveal the inside of a huge warehouse - she could hear the noise of a wild crowd nearby and it increased as the men led her along. The two guards pulled off the coat and hurried her into a completely bare, small, stone room and locked it behind them.

She was left in the room for over an hour stewing as she waited , all the while an undercard of local grudges were being fought out by guys in the nearby arena. Eventually, Manny himself unlocked the door and ushered her out, as the walked he spoke to her, "You ready Bitch?".

Carole ignored him and just nodded curtly.

He led Carole into the arena . It was very basic with just four lines of metal crash barriers forming a large square and almost 250 people surrounding them. When Carole appeared in her cop uniform the place went mental with noise as they booed , hissed, catcalled , swore, shouted and spat at her. Manny pointed for her to go stand in the centre of the fight area and wait.

She stood there enduring a torrent of abuse and realised she was in trouble but still felt she could take out the little prostitute and get away. She was confident of it.

Then Jazz came out to a mass of cheers and shouts, she was dressed to please the mostly male audience in black knee length pointed boots, a black mini skirt , a scarlet boob tube and a red leather jacket. As she strode to face Carole she shrugged off the coat and handed it to one of her friends in the crowd. She stood ten feet away from Carole and stared daggers at her , constantly chewing her gum.

Manny spoke over a PA system , introducing both fighters and explaining the rules ( or lack of them ), he didn't explain the forfeits though.

"Have you brought your stick , cop?", he shouted.

She lifted it from her belt and showed it to the crowd, who cheered. "Good Bitch, now I want you to get down on your hands and knees, put the club in your mouth and crawl over to Jazz like the dog you are and present her with your club".

Carole shot Manny a vicious look but got down and did as she was told, crawling humiliatingly over to her smirking rival and kneeling before her as Jazz took the weapon from her mouth. Carole got up and turned to resume her position. As soon as she turned her back Manny rang the bell and before she could react Jazz had viciously driven the point of the nightstick into Carole's lower back , smashing into her kidney area.

The blow was like a bullet to Carole's back and her legs buckled and she collapsed face first onto the earth that covered the hard floor of the arena. Jazz laughed and jumped onto the prone cop's back, slamming her knees into the lower lumbar area, further winding Carole. Jazz hooked the nightstick under Carole's chin and grabbed it at both ends and pulled back viciously , pulling the stick hard into Carole's throat and choking her.

Carole's mind raced as she felt the burn in her back and the oxygen fade from her body. How could this be happening, she was bigger, tougher and more trained than her opponent but she was about to lose within seconds of the fight starting. Jazz , meanwhile, was stretching every sinew to lever the stick back while the raucous crowd cheered her on.

About the only thing going for Carole was that her arms and hands were free and she used them to hook onto the nightstick and attempt to power it away from her throat. Instantly the pressure eased slightly but Jazz still had position and cranked the stick back with all her strength. I was a test of their strength and slowly Carole was winning with her superior training and she was able to duck her head down and free of the weapon. The crowd booed as Carole got to her knees then stood up with Jazz still on her back, Carole's back hurt like hell but she managed to straighten up an them fell backwards, crushing the smaller woman under her.

As they both sprawled on the ground the stick fell from Jazz's grip and as she gained her feet Carole grabbed the nightstick up. Before she could move any further an arm grabbed her from behind and pulled the stick from her hand.

"Uh-uh Bitch. Only Jazz gets to use that - you know the rules", warned Manny as her tossed the weapon back to the downed prostitute. Carole turned to argue but realised she was leaving herself exposed to another blind side attack and whirled round in time to see Jazz make it back to her feet, the club once again in her hands.

"Bitch, I'm gonna mess you up real bad fro that", Jazz warned in a deep guttural voice, her entire face a snarl. Carole just stood there, not responding and waiting to defend the next attack. Jazz circled her opponent, menacingly slapping the club into the palm of her left hand. Suddenly she charged and swung at the same time and Carole only just managed to side step the charge and swipe out her own left hand in a chop just catching Jazz's arm with a glancing blow. Jazz touched the arm where she had been hit but Carole still kept her distance and backed off a bit. Too much as it happened as without warning she felt a hand tightening in her hair from behind. She turned to free herself from the audience members grip when Jazz stuck again this time swinging the nightstick and connecting with Carole's chest.

The blow caught Carole hard on her tits and she howled from the pain but was kept upright by the hand gripping her long, blonde hair. Other hands from the crowd reached over the low metal barriers and pawed and swiped at her as Jazz stood back and aimed an overhead swing with the nightstick right at the cop's forehead. Seeing the danger coming Carole forced herself away from the barrier to the right and the swipe smashed into the top of the barrier with a resounding thud. As the loud noise echoed through the arena there was a hush as everyone registered just how hard Jazz had swung the club - if she had connected then the fight would surely have been ended.

Then a huge cheer went up as the crowd realised that as Carole had hauled herself physically away from the hands of the crowd her police shirt had torn loose from a prying hand and all the buttons had sprung with it, leaving it a rag on her back as her black bra was revealed.

Carole ignored it; she knew she had to block everything out now that she had witnessed the venom in Jazz's last swing. She also tried to block the pain from her already bruised lower back and chest but that wasn't so easy. Jazz darted in again prodding the stick like a knife at Carole's midsection and Carole used her great reflexes to dodge the blow and grasp Jazz's wrist in one fluid movement. As quick as a flash Carole exerted pressure on Jazz's arm and made her drop her weapon, then spun it around and flipped her onto her back. The fall winded Jazz and as she tried to regain her breath Carole straddled her chest and tried to gain control of both of Jazz's hands with both of hers.

Carole had the definite advantage in position and used her training to make the most of it and soon had Jazz's arms pinned to the floor, her survival instincts taking over she hooked her hands into her opponents hair and used them to lift Jazz's head off the ground and quickly slam the back of it straight back down, hard into the ground. The knock stunned Jazz some but she managed to wiggle her hands free and hook them back into the cop's hair and pull at it. Carole did like wise and within seconds they were rolling on the ground tearing at each other while the crowd roared on the prostitute. Jazz had an advantage because she had long, sharp nails that scraped across Carole's skin, while Carole for her job kept her nails nice and short.

They rolled back and forth until they came up against one of the barriers and this time Carole felt the crowd reach though and try to kick and stamp her and as she powered up and away she felt the remainder of her shirt being pulled away into the crowd. She wasn't the only one exposed though as she stood in her bra and trousers and looked over to her opponent. In the scramble Jazz's top had rolled down her body and both of her large, round, surgically enhanced breasts were fully on show. She didn't care and simply pulled the garment off and tossed it to one side.

The nightstick lay some way over to Jazz's left and when Carole saw her glance that way she knew that she would try to reach it. So as Jazz ran towards the stick , Carole took the shortest route to cut her off and launched into a dive that tackled Jazz around the waist and took her down. Also coming down was her mini skirt as Carole dragged her down by it and seconds later she lay on the ground totally nude.

Carole wasted no time in driving home her advantage and drove a stiff punch right into Jazz's belly and as Jazz struggled from that Carole pulled her up and launched her back first into one of the guard rails.
Jazz winced as she smashed into the barrier and the crowd tried to help her up before the cop could launch another attack ( well some did , others tried to get a feel of her big tits !). But Carole got there and wasted little time in grabbing a hold of her opponent by her short, dark hair and yanked her to her feet, before driving two more hard punches to her stomach as Jazz coughed and spluttered.

Carole put her opponents arm into a wristlock and twisted , then worked it up into a hammerlock and demanded Jazz submit. She didn't but was obviously in considerable pain. Carole was so much taller than Jazz that her head was over her opponents so Jazz did all she could do and sprung up cannoning the top of her head into Carole's lower jaw. Unluckily for Carole she was in the midst of demanding Jazz submit so this caused her to bite her tongue hard as well. The policewoman collapsed to the ground , her head ringing from the collision and her tongue hurting like hell. She had made it to her hands and knees when Jazz struck. As Carole had fallen and released her hold Jazz had sunk to her knees and found herself next to the nightstick. Ignoring her pain Jazz had grabbed the weapon and as Carole pulled herself up she swung and smashed it down onto Carole's exposed left shoulder.

Carole fell flat on her front from the blow and as Jazz stood over her , and bayed on by the crowd , she lost control and beat the stick down relentlessly on Carole's unprotected back and shoulders. She must have swung nearly thirty times before she was so tired she had to stop She was so out of control that not all the blows connected and when she paused Carole lay there too sore to move.

"Hey Jazz, why don't you strip the Bitch", came a call from the crowd.

Jazz smiled at this suggestion and immediately pounced down and ripped Carole's black bra from her body. She swung it around her head as the crowd cheered. Then using her foot she kicked Carole's prone body over and revealed her perfect rack to much hooting and hollering. Not content with that Jazz capitalised on Carole's weakened state to haul off her regulation issue black trousers to reveal a shapely pair of legs and a distinctly non-regulation lacy G-string. This Jazz ripped off with one vicious swipe and threw to the baying crowd.

Standing looking down at her opponent Jazz noticed something glistening next to Carole and picked it up and found them to be a pair of police issue stiff handcuffs.

She turned to Manny, "Hey Manny, can I use these?".

"Sure thing, nothing in the rules we agreed to that you can't".

So she rolled the still dazed cop over and sat on her back and fitted her wrists into the handcuffs and gleefully snapped them shut. Carole started to come to her senses as Jazz got off her and once again picked up the nightstick.

The combatants eyes met with very different looks in their eyes, one of triumph one of despair, and Jazz spoke so Carole could hear " Now you're mine Bitch. Time for some real fun", and she advanced on her kneeling foe.

Carole ached all over and when she looked up to see Jazz advancing she tried to spring up but found out quickly her arms were immobilised behind her back. She guessed what had happened when she was down and her heart sunk. Surely she was doomed now. But Carole wasn't about to give up so easily, her legs were free and she could do damage with them she thought as she rose up.

Smasssssssh!!! As Carole rose Jazz swung the nightstick and connected right on the policewoman's jaw , sending her flying once more to the ground and gaining a huge cheer of approval from the rabid crowd. Carole was barely conscious as she rolled onto her back and, feeling something in her mouth spat out a tooth and some blood. Her head felt like it was disconnected from her body and she lay there helpless as her opponent stood over her and drove the rounded end of the club mercilessly into her gut, leaving her gasping for air like a fish out of water.

Jazz smiled at her handiwork and sat herself down on Carole's chest and pressed the nightstick down on her throat to choke her again. She leaned down close to Carole's strained face and spoke to her, "Having fun Bitch? I sure am. And I'll tell you this before we're finished here you will beg to lick my pussy in front of all these people. You're gonna be my Bitch from now on".

Carole squeezed out a reply of "Never", as Jazz released the choke and with a sinister grin began to concentrate her next attack on Carole's big tits.

Jazz set the stick to one side and dug her long, sharp fingernails into Carole's creamy boob flesh She pulled them , squeezed them, nipped them in all sorts of directions all to the accompaniment of Carole's screams and howls. But she never begged , not that it would have mattered as Jazz had been in plenty of run-ins with the law in her time and was quite content to get revenge on this blonde cop helpless below her.

As much as she enjoyed dishing out the tit torture , Jazz was aware that Manny was signalling for her to hurry it along as the thronged crowd was starting to get impatient. So Jazz received the mic from Manny and spoke into it.

"You folks like what you seen so far?".

She received a cheer in response.

"How'd you like to hear this member of the Police Dept, submit to me and beg to get some of my sweet street pussy?".

Another huge cheer went up and Jazz rolled Carole over onto her face and dropped the mic at her face. Carole kept her bleeding mouth closed and said nothing. Jazz then knelt on the small of Carole's back, picked up the nightstick and shoved it straight up Carole's asshole. As Carole gave forth a lung bursting scream , Jazz took a vicious hold of her hair and pulled her back on to it as her other hand worked the object in further.

Carole could take no more and with tears streaming from her eyes she screamed her submission. Jazz looked like the cat that got the cream and replied ," OK Bitch. But that ain't enough, you heard what I said, you beg in front of all these people to pleasure my nasty pussy or I'll keep this up" and she gave the nightstick a further hard shove.

Carole's spirit was broken (along with other places!) and she inched along the floor and with a trickle of claret still oozing from her smashed mouth she spoke , falteringly , into the microphone.

"I-I submit..."

"And?" demanded Jazz, clearly loving this.

"And I-I w-want to lick your pussy to please you".

"Damn, only a no good, low down, skank ho' would beg for that. Is that what you are , bitch?".

"Y-y-yess", Jazz and the crowded erupted with laughter and catcalls, and to finish off Jazz gave the imbedded nightstick one more push as hard as she could , before slowly easing it out. Once it was out she wiped it in Carole's hair and teasingly ran it around Carole's lips. She also got a couple of tissues from Manny and cleaned Carole's bloody face some. Jazz pulled Carole up until she knelt before her then stood , legs apart before her and motioned for her to dip her head between them, which it reluctantly did.

Jazz exaggerated her pleasure as Carole tonged her but she still loved it and got excited , so much so that she lost control of her bladder and pushing the policewoman's head back she let forth a fast spray of her piss. Carole could only kneel there as it splattered on her face and body and the crowd laughed even harder at her continued humiliation in defeat.

Carole missed four weeks from work as she rested her injuries - claiming having suffered a household accident. She was completely changed and was reserved and subdued around her fellow officers, fearing they had heard what had happened to her. But it was an invited crowd only and they never spoke of what happened every week in that warehouse. Not even when it was a cop getting a beating from a prostitute.

However, being recovered meant she had to start her new 'part-time' career as a whore under the not so caring eyes of Manny and Jazz. Jazz had so much fun choosing her outfits - the sluttiest imaginable, high heels, stockings, no knickers,mini-skirts, the full whore regalia. Carole's hard image and spirit had been crushed by Jazz and she obeyed her every command on those early nights on the street. Selling herself for what the customer gave and slowly clawing back the money owed to Manny. Being so blonde and beautiful she had plenty of customers and after three months of hard whoring she had nearly paid off the debt. Which was exactly the night that Jazz arranged with a cop she knew to have Carole busted while 'servicing' a well known criminal that she had set up. Her career was ruined , she became a figure o ridicule and she was bounced out of the force and with no other form of income had to continue her whoring , with Manny as her pimp and Jazz leading her further down the road to ruin.