Patrol Officer Michelle, “Mickey,” Ramirez, tomboyish former U.S. Marine and Iraqi war veteran, took her place on the street as “Trixie,” the new girl. She even had a pimp –a real pimp who owed the Vice Squad many favors and so put out the word that “Trixie” was his new star.
The first few days were very tense. Mickey, despite her decision to have fun with her new role, was really very uncomfortable in the crushing corset, nothing skirt, and stiletto platform heels. She felt vulnerable and exposed. Vulnerable because, despite her martial arts and combative training, the clothing, shoes, nail extensions, and big hair kept her unbalanced and made her feel awkward. Exposed because, although she had shown more skin on the beach, her posture and pose, though often unconsciously assumed, displayed her body in a wantonly sexual way that constantly embarrassed her, and, though she didn’t want to admit it, excited her.
Yet after three days she was somewhat of fixture in the downtrodden neighborhood. The other girls still gave her dirty looks, but Mickey knew that was mostly because they hated the young and fresh competition. Her “Johns” were all cops who picked her up on a regular basis and took her a flop house in the area where the squad had its base. Her “pick-ups” gave her a break to rest her sore feet, have a bite to eat, and compare notes with the squad who kept her constantly under physical and electronic surveillance. She chatted up the real johns as well, but made sure that her prices were high enough that they realized they couldn’t afford “a date” with Trixie. At the end of each day she hopped a metro bus and, after several changes, made her way back to the Sheriff’s building where she could change and go home.
Though she quickly got used to the language and feel of the street, the short walk through the sheriff’s building was always the most difficult part of the day. She could see the surprise and the lust in the expressions of the men who used to be her colleagues even though most were professional enough to try to hide it. She had worked so hard to fit in, be one of the boys, and excel in her police skills. But as she avoided eye contact and tried unsuccessful to keep her hips from swaying as she minced in the heels and tight skirt, she feared that the daily strut through the building was ruining years of work on her professional reputation.
By the end of the week Mickey was into a routine. She even had the gotten used to the bubblegum chewing and the occasional cigarette. She was a little frustrated that they had made no apparent progress to their goal. The plan was that she would attract the attention of one of cartel’s lieutenants. One of their jobs was to bring fresh “talent” to their boss, and the street where she worked was a known neighborhood owned by the cartel.
Mickey leaned into the red sports car and pretended to negotiate a “date” with one of the team members. As she absentmindedly popped her gum and flirted she didn’t realize that the next phase of the mission was soon to begin. She wasn’t just being watched by her team, other eyes with other plans had noticed the petite red head with the hot curves and killer legs.
The second in the "Vice" series. Click below to see the previous render.
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