Will parked his squad car right outside the diner and saw the other squad cars already there like every night. They looked like normal civilian cars but were outfitted with police equipment for undercover work. It was a tough time to be a cop and Will hated that he was always looking over his back if at places with people hating on the police. Thinking about how bad the city crime rate was and people hating the police only made the anger more intense, but now it seemed the solution was at hand. Will knew that the days of being in a uniform doing things by the book were now gone and real crime fighting could happen.

 

Being handpicked for a small unit felt great as he felt wanted for his talents. The multiple suspensions before seemed a distant memory of how his real police work was underrated. There were only ten officers and the captain in the unit and no rank other than the captain was allowed. All he knew was the captain reported to someone high up in the food chain and the unit was top secret. He figured it had to be the mayor that set up this special force but never had any proof of it. The unit had no designated name and no headquarters yet. The diner was where the orders were given was on Preston Street and the name, Preston Street Unit was born.

 

The diner was owned by a former cop and let them meet there for one hour every night without anyone there other than them. Once they left, the diner would go back to being an unassuming place for eating and nobody seemed the wiser. It was a place where they knew offered privacy and was not on the radar of Internal Affairs or other uniformed police.

 

Will walked in seeing the other members of the unit waiting for him with smiles and jokes about being late. It was a tight-knit crew that had its own rules and also didn't have to follow rules either. Most of the officers had numerous complaints of police brutality against them. Will even joked that the unit was made up of reject cops that were known problems for other units but got results with their tactics. Will liked the close camaraderie and that they did not have to wear body cameras. The old school feeling of police enforcement from years past came to him and he knew it did for the others too.

 

The captain came in and went over the assignments for the night and reviewed last night's reports. It was a matter of collecting intel and finding low level dealers to rat on their suppliers. It was only a month since the unit was formed and they had enough intel to know where to get their first middle level dealer. Will listened about how he and John were to take out a small street dealer at a strip club and hopefully get him to flip.

 

Will acknowledged what he had to do and knew that all the low-level dealers flipped as the methods to get information always worked and nobody complained after. The river nearby had a spot where those who didn't talk ended up and a construction site where they still ended up when they talked. Thinking about the results of the unit's success made Will think it was a necessary evil during a dangerous time.

 

Will got in his car after the meeting and drove to his area waiting for a good time to make his bust. The police radio was going off, but it was just to listen in on, as the secure phones were the only method used to communicate with. At thirty, Will spent his four years in the Army and joined the force right after the Army and now thought about life after the force. With actual combat experience, he felt he was perfect for the role, but the city was going to shit and leaving seemed a real option. Keeping in shape, he towered over people standing six foot six and his strong appearance intimidated those who needed it but thought about toning it down after more than a dozen civilian complaints for excessive use of force. Keeping his brown hair short with a short beard, only a shave was needed to go back into the Army if police work did not work out for him.

 

Pulling up to the Dancing Pony, he pulled in slowly seeing if he could see a car with someone still in it. Circling the parking lot once more, he shut off his lights and then pulled into a spot hoping to see better. The moment he turned off his lights he saw movement in one of the cars. Just as the car door opened, the door to the club opened.

 

Will watched as a black girl came out of the club wearing white sweatpants and a crop top. Her dark hair was high and curly as he knew she was black right away. A second later he could see her medium brown complexion even better as she walked carefully to the car.

 

The time to act was now and he called in to say that he was making a bust of the dealer that he was looking for. Shutting off the interior light and opening the door, Will knew that he didn't want to spook off the two before making the bust. A small doubt came to him that she could be just a stripper that was about to fuck a guy for money and not buy drugs. Will had a feeling that something was going to happen, and it was most likely drugs.

 

Just as he walked in between cars, he got close enough and saw the man in the car hand something to the girl. The light from the car was enough to see the hand off of something.. It was time to pull his pistol and act.

 

"Freeze...don't fucking move. You're under arrest!" Will commanded while pointing his gun at him. The arrest part was a lie, but he thought it sounded better than what was really going to happen.

 

The girl turned around with a horrified look on her face while the man in the car looked shocked. He then saw him reach for something in the car and Will stepped closer letting his fist fly towards the man's face. It was against normal procedures, but highly encouraged now that his current unit didn't have to follow rules. Hitting and physically beating people was a normal course of operating procedures now and Will made sure to connect hard with his fist.

 

Feeling the adrenaline rush made the hit to his face painless but he saw the man reel back in pain. "What the fuckkk!" he screamed in pain from the hit.

 

"Don't fucking move," Will said again in his angriest cop voice pointing the gun at him. The man did not move, and he then looked at the black girl that stepped back and looked a bit frozen in panic.

 

The flash of lights nearby in the distance let him know that backup was coming. They lost real police powers when they left the force, but still used the lights as a way of getting around fast. He then opened the door throwing the man to the ground. The man looked Hispanic, but Will knew he had to be a gangbanger selling in this area from the tattoos he had on his arms. Pulling out his cuffs, he kneeled on his back and cuffed him before lifting him up and putting him face down on the hood of his own car.

 

Will then looked at the black girl seeing her better now, being closer with the outside light of the building giving him a better look too. Her sleek pretty face had heavy makeup on it highlighting her already nice contours of her face and brown eyes. Her big hair done up high had large curls and was up making it seem like she had a lot of hair too. Her cut off sweatshirt showed off her chest that looked big on her slim frame too. With her cut off sweatshirt and low hanging sweatpants, he could see her protruding pelvis bones and toned stomach like she spent many hours making sure her body was fit. He assumed that her fit body was great for a strip club, and she fit the profile right on.

 

"Don't move." He gave her a glare not wanting her to move, knowing that she had to have drugs on her too.

 

Not having another pair of cuffs and the zip ties in the car, he just had her hands on the car. She was short, standing only a few inches above five feet, but she still gave the classic pose of her hands on the hood. It was then that he let his eyes wander to her ass. Will knew that a nice ass was always something to stare at, and this stripper had a great looking butt. Her hips were not slim but were not wide either like some black girls had. She had an obvious bump to her ass like there was meat to her ass but not the fat ass that other black girls had. The bump to her ass seemed perfect giving off the appearance of being a good-sized ass while also being a tight ass at the same time. Will felt that she had a great ass and was probably highly tipped and complimented for her perfect butt too.

 

Will thought about his ex-girlfriend and how she was pretty with a good body too but could not compare to this black stripper's body. While his ex had nice perky small tits, this stripper was busty and petite at the same time. His ex had a nice butt, but this stripper had a black girl booty but still had a firmness that went with having a tight ass too. Her narrow hips just accentuated her hips and backside making it standout.

 

He looked over to see John walking towards him ready to help with the bust. He went back to searching the man and quickly found the drugs he knew were on him. He told John to search the car as he put the man into John's car to be taken to lock up. His car was not equipped to take people in the back, being a special undercover car and John's car was the one people used to bring back suspects.

 

The stripper still had her hands on the car and when he walked to John to see what he had, he assumed she would be upset that she was going to be arrested soon but did not hear her whimpering at all. He figured she had to have been arrested before and knew the routine since she was not shaken or upset.

 

With a good amount of drugs found in the car and on the suspect, Will knew that this was one good arrest and not some low-level bust. He then turned to the stripper still having her hands on the car. "Don't be fucking feeling me up pig."

 

Will smiled and thought that he should feel her up just to piss her off. Her lower back was visible, and the tip of her red thong was just poking out. Not one to be told what to do, he felt the urge to get a good feel of her chest too.

 

Stepping closer, he moved his hands from her hips to her stomach feeling her smooth chocolate skin on his fingertips as he did it. It was a sensual touch more than a search. She hissed out, "Fucking white pig."

 

Not responding to her but smiling, he moved his hands up from her stomach to get a good cup of her tits. Feeling her soft large globes in her hands as her thin bikini top was all she had under her crop top. There was nothing she could hide, but feeling her soft fleshy tits made him get excited and realize they were all her and not enhanced.

 

"Fuck you, you white fucking dick," she hissed as Will gave her soft and full feeling black tits another feel.

 

"Stop your bitching," he said as she turned around to strike him. Seeing her move made him react by slamming her on the hood, holding her in place.

 

"You fucking fucker. Let me fucking go! I swear to fucking God, I am going to report your ass and get you fired and then sue you!" she howled out as he held her in place.

 

Reaching into her sweat-pants pockets while still holding her, he found a clear plastic bag. When he looked closer, he could tell it was cocaine. Holding the bag in front of her face, Will knew he had enough to bust her on. "Look what we got here."

 

"It's not mine you fucking asshole," she said trying to squirm away to no use.

 

Will smiled listening to her plead stupidity and try to say it wasn't hers. Reaching into her other pocket was a roll of 20s that he assumed she was either going to use to pay for the coke or she might be selling it. Once that was in front of her next to the bag of cocaine, he knew that she had to assume she was going down to the station. Since there was no station and suspects they brought in never walked away, Will knew that she was either going to be cut loose or disposed of.

 

John walked over to him. "I am bringing homeboy in and getting him situated, we don't need her."

 

He let her move so she was facing both of them, but he kept his right hand on her right wrist to stop her from hitting him. The look of her brown eyes and pretty face made up for her bitch of an attitude. Will never dated or was with a black girl but the thought of this one made him think that she was hot enough for anyone no matter the color of her skin.

 

John gave him a look as if he knew what was going to happen and Will thought about how they dealt with some suspects who did not want to offer up testimony. The unit was told to use any means necessary to bring crime down and sometimes it would take beating suspects into confessing to get the results they were good at getting.

 

"I am going to handle her," Will said, thinking that he was going to find out what she was doing with the money and coke.

 

John walked away and he then turned to her. "You selling in there or using?"

 

"Fuck you," she hissed out again as he figured she was used to police retaining her and had to have been arrested before.

 

"Then you're going in for intent to distribute and not for possession," Will said back in a snarky tone, knowing that he had the power over her since she had nothing to bargain with. The dealer was already being driven away and she really had nothing to offer.

 

The thought of her not talking was there and it would be calling his bluff of being arrested since they didn't make arrests. The only option was to get rid of her, but her hot ass and nice tits made him think there was something else he could get.

 

"Fucking racist," she spat out again, trying to squirm out to no avail as her small body was not really moving much while he held her.

 

Will smiled that she was barely a hundred pounds trying to squirm away like she was somehow physically capable of breaking free. Her attitude he thought was just that of another idiot trying to play the race card when caught red-handed. He knew that if he was at her club, she would have turned him on with her hot body, but the attitude was making her less appealing.

 

Holding her firm, he knew it was time to put her in her place and end her delusion. "Just stop. I got you with enough drugs and cash to get a hundred people high and pay off an entire student loan debt."

 

"Pleaseee...nooo. It wasn't mine; I swear it," she plead as he saw her eyes finally swell up like she was about to cry but was holding it back. He figured it hit her that she got caught and was going to go away.