"Seriously? You think I'm wearing a fucking wire?" Ellen asked.

"Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you. Rog, let her go," Chris said as he smiled and waved Rog off.

The fat black man nodded and moved away. Ellen tried to keep her surprise a secret and looked down at Chris. She was trying to figure out if he was joking, testing her or was being serious.

"So I can go take a piss?" Ellen asked, a hand on her hip.

"Yeah, whatever, just go around that corner. There should be an old ass bathroom back there. The water probably won't work though," Chris said.

Ellen nodded and hurriedly walked in the direction he pointed. She didn't care that Captain Abrams and Sergeant Tule were listening in, she had to get rid of the wire. She turned a corner and saw a door with a bathroom sign on it. She pushed through the door and rushed to the sink. The water didn't run as Chris said.

"Fuck," she whispered.

She pulled up her sweater and moved her bra down. The small pipe, like a tiny hairpin, attached between her breasts was clearly visible. She grabbed it and pulled, the tape peeling off easily. She rushed over to the toilet and tossed it in. The rancid toilet already had some strange mixture in the bowl and her tiny wire faded away into the abyss.

She could almost hear Sergeant Tule, yelling at her for tossing an extremely expensive piece of equipment for nothing. Ellen didn't care as she left the bathroom. She made note to tell her superiors that she was not going to use a wire ever again.

She walked back towards Chris and his crew, who were all huddled together. Ellen tried to quietly approach them, her open toed heels clacking ever so slightly.

"Yeah so them chinks be askin' for some of our good shit. We be settin' a meet for next week, over at..." Chris paused and looked up.

Ellen's heart jumped as his eyes met hers. She just straightened her skirt and continued walking towards them. Chris waved his crew away and leaned back on his chair, his arms crossed.

"Damn quiet bitch," Chris said.

"I didn't want to interrupt your talk," Ellen lied.

Chris only smiled in return and then looked up at Rick.

"You trust her?" Chris asked.

"Shit cuz, bitch be good at what she do. I know she ain't be no cop," Rick replied.

Chris shook his head and pointed at Ellen.

"I didn't ask if she be a cop nigga, I asked if you trust her," Chris repeated.

"Damn cuz, you always so fuckin' paranoid. Yeah I trust her," Rick replied.

"Nigga, if you wanna be the king, you gotta be careful. The crown that I wear be fuckin' heavy, you feel me nigga?" Chris asked.

Rick shrugged. "Heavy be the crown nigga."

Chris nodded his head towards Ellen.

"Aight then, why don't you show me what you got," Chris said.

Ellen nodded and slowly made his way towards him, shaking her hips left and right seductively. Her heels clacked loudly onto the concrete floor as she made her way towards him. She could feel all the black men's gazes on her, watching her breasts jiggle slightly with each step, and her ass sway left to right.

"See, what I tell you cuz? This bitch be good," Rick said.

Ellen slowly pulled up her shirt, pausing slightly as she neared the bottom of her breasts. She let the black men barely see the edge of her lacy black bra. Her hips moved back and forth, mesmerizing the black men. Her months in prison had allowed her to actually slim down a bit more and she couldn't help but feel horny as the black men slowly rubbed their crotches.

Chris sat silently, his hands clasped as he watched her movements. Ellen peeled her shirt off, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the side. She reached back and slowly unclasped her bra, letting her breasts free from their prison. Rick even licked his lips as he watched her strip.