This was adapted to english as tribute the those rich well educated professional pretty women in the high society who dare take on a man’s profession thinking they are all our equal able to do everything that we men can do.
SPO1 CLARISSA YU TAN was a bright new addition to the Manila City Police department. The bright-eyed bushy tailed Twenty two year old was fresh out of the camp crame academy and enthusiastic about cleaning up the streets of the big city. Her first series of assignments to park patrol on foot and some patrols in the downtown area resulted several arrests of gangbangers and muggers. These criminals much to their dismay often underestimated her. Her favorite group to arrest were the Bahala na Boyz posse.
The Boyz, controlling all the turf west of the park for 10 blocks were a medium sized gang on the verge of being a much larger problem. They were currently kept in check by the park, widely acknowledged a free zone, the north edsa and the West Triangle gangs in the south. To the west of the Boyz were a series of smaller gangs Waray, Ilaga and South in origin, with none of the extra national support of the others. The Boyz were solidly into drugs and prostitution with a kind of white slavery as a sideline. The Boyz were wholesalers of whores up all over town due to the train and bus stations being within their turf. Both the train and bus stations supplied a steady stream of vulnerable office women ripe for mashing. CLARISSA hated Jo Jo the pimp and molester, she had been watching him for weeks, unable to catch him in the act of extorting pretty women or selling his whores to squatter gangmen or otherwise abusing them. She had busted several of the girls, many of them underage, selling themselves to the cruising rich guys in cars and she knew she was slowing down the business in this area but really wanted to nail the Jo Jo.
She finally got the opportunity to confront the pimp molester when she came upon him harassing a young woman for money just outside the bus station putting his hand around her while squeezing the right breast with his other hand. She walked up to him, noting for the first time that he was tattooed, dark skinned but burly, ugly and rough. Turning away from his prospective victim he said, “Oh look it’s the bitch policewoman! What you want police bitch?” “I want you off my streets Jo Jo,” she replied. “You do huh? Gonna run me off the road with your little nightstick?” “No I am going to use my badge and this night stick if I get the chance.” “That little night stick? I got a nice stick instead, I can use it on you SPO1 Clarissa, matter of fact I would be off the street while I used it… we both get what we want how’s bout a it.”
By now the pimp was inches from Clarissa and she could smell his musky odour and see the look of lust in his eyes. At about 190 pounds Jo-Jo menace was all in his eyes, and to hear his whores talk, in his pants. He was dangerous enough to stay on top of a lethal profession and Clarissa knew to be careful with him. Rumor had it that he had once raped a parole officer for trying to send one of his more productive whores back to prison. Clarissa could not imagine what it would be like to have this wiry looking man force her to fuck him. She felt a thrill of revulsion as the vision of his cock leapt unbidden to her mind; his cock thrusting into her as it had so many other helpless women was enough to spark her anger. She brought her nightstick forward into the pimp’s solar plexus eliciting a grunt of surprise and pain from Jo Jo. “You’d better watch your self Jo Jo or I might just break your little stick with my big one.” Jo Jo stepped back and sized up the little pretty chinita officer. He was imagining for a moment her expression as he slid his “nice stick” into her, the resulting lustful smile thrilled and frightened Clarissa and once again brought thoughts of penetration to her mind and heat to her pussy, making her nipples stand out in her uniform. “Well honey, you poked me with yours and I’m still smiling. I bet you’ll smile plenty if I poke you with mine.”
Clarissa blushed as thought to herself, how freaky, he’s flirting with me and it’s getting me hot. I need to get control of this or he’s going to be hard to deal with. I hate calling for backup, it’s like I can’t handle the job myself. Clarissa then suspected behind him was car probably of his client by the curb and she looked through the windows for anything to divert the conversation from it’s decidedly sexual bent. She stepped closer to the car, and away from the horny pimp. Meanwhile Jo Jo and expert at the female psychology noted the blush and the indecision. Slut he thought, just like every other slut, wants a hard fucking, she needs to be put in her place. He stepped up to his supposed client’s car, placing one hand on the roof and blocking Clarissa’s view of the vehicle while placing the other hand on her shoulder and pulling her near. He whispered loudly, “You wanna ride with me baby? That can be arranged. you getting a ride… or getting ridden.” His hip pressed against hers and the thrill of anger was followed by a mental image of the pimp mounting her from behind and riding her pussy.
The anger vanished in a flash and was replaced with the thrill of fear and sexual excitement. Heat filled her pussy and her nipples hardened painfully under her police uniform. “Oh no! She thought, if I don’t do something soon he’s gonna fuck me right in his car… ooohhh I hate him.” As she looked into the car in desperation her sight fell onto a shiny object on the seat, a drug paraphernalia! Clarissa looked over at the pimp and said, “Looks like the party is over and you might not have a ride for me or on me Mr. Nice Stick.” The pimp looked at the obviously horny officer and then grunted in surprise again as she stuck her cuffs on the hand he was using to hold her shoulder. Jo-Jo shoved her against the car and grabbed her hot pussy with his uncuffed hand. “Right bitch that pussy is mine like the peso in my pocket,” her slacks were soft thin like spandex stretched in the mould of her buns/crotch and were no protection against his surprisingly strong and distressingly long fingers. He spread her nether lips and rubbed her hot little nub right through her slacks. “That hot little clit of yours gonna get some good stretching right now.” Clarissa grunted in surprise as the powerful hand massaged her all to willing cunt. “Nasty bastard stop that… Ooooohh, uuuuggghhh, ooh…” she moaned softly as her pussy, squeezed and rubbed by the slender pimp spasmed while sending a message to her body. “Time to Fuck.” getting wet in the process…..educated or high profile pretty ladies, wanna hear the next in advance? 09272760339