Cops
3 pm Thursday afternoon, Los Angeles, California, I'm Jack Friday. Working the candy girl detail, candy girls, hookers, crack whores, prostitutes all the same meaning in a dead end job. The day starts out normally, then a score picks me up and takes me back to her room. She was different, classy, educated, a woman in total control. I was wishing I did not have to arrest her. The kind of girl you want to be balls deep in every night. She makes her move, I hand her the money, case closed. Wait a minute, she's a cop working the same assignment with another department and she wants to arrest me. After checking credentials we decide, what the FUCK. We work all day and do not make one tenth what a whore does plus none of the fun. She looked at me and said lets FUCK on the counties money.