"Lil Weezy?" Brooke asked.

He paused and put his phone away. His eyes roamed her, examining her.

"Maybe. Who you?" He questioned.

"Brooke. I live with Sara, down over at Cypress," she replied.

"Sara... Sara... Oh right, the crazy white bitch. Always high as fuck," Randy laughed.

Brooke nodded in agreement.

"What you want baby girl?"

"I want to do what she does," Brooke replied.

Randy shook his head and pulled his phone out again.

"Sorry baby girl, I don't know you. I don't know what the fuck you is talkin' about. If it's a hookup you need, I can have it sent over but outside of that, get the fuck outta here," he replied.

He wasn't angry, he seemed more agitated. It probably wasn't the first time someone came up and asked for a job from him.

"Come on Lil Weezy, I can help expand. Sara's too narrow minded, only goes to certai-"

"Shut the fuck up. Girl, you need to know when to speak and when not to speak. You is deaf or somethin'? If you ain't got no product you need, then get the fuck outta here. No job openings," Randy replied as his eyes remained on his phone.

Brooke bit at her lower lip, frustrated. He was nothing more but a low level thug. If she wasn't undercover, she could've easily beaten his ass into submission. As she tried to think of something else to say, he glanced over at her again.

"Why is you still here? You must be deaf. Or straight up stupid," he said with a smirk.

"I need this job, I know I can do better than the others you have," Brooke replied.

"God damn bitch, you is really not gettin' this do you? There's a process and you ain't just gonna go skippin' it," Randy replied, looking up from his phone to glare at her.

"You can't tell me Sara went through some kind of recruiting process," Brooke said, placing her hands on her hips.

"She's different. She obviously ain't no fuckin' five-oh," Randy said.

"Five-oh? You think I'm a fuckin' cop?" Brooke questioned.

"Shit, I don't know you," Randy answered.

"What I gotta do to convince you?" Brooke inquired.

"Damn, woman, you ain't givin' up are you?"

"I don't just want the job, I need it. Tired of this crazy part time shit at two fuckin' dead end jobs. They just cut my hours the other day because if they didn't I'd be fuckin' full time. Can't have people like me getting benefits," Brooke answered, slightly agitated.

"Yeah?" Randy said, rolling his eyes, before looking her up and down.

Brooke felt like a piece of fresh meat as his eyes roamed up and down, pausing right at her breasts, which were covered by her gray hoodie. She could guess what he was going to ask for, and she was ready to go through with it.

"Aight, how much for a blowjob?" He asked.

"What?"

"I'm gonna pay you for a fuckin' blowjob... maybe more," Randy replied.

"Shit, fifty for a good blow," Brooke answered.

"Fiddy? God damn! Sara don't charge no fuckin' fiddy," Randy balked.

"Well, I'm better than her."

"Shit, twenty five," Randy offered.

"Make it forty," Brooke countered.

Randy scratched his wrist and put his phone away. Brooke could see him thinking through the offer. His head bobbed left and right as he contemplated.

"Aight, aight, forty," he answered.

"Where at?" Brooke asked.

"Shit, follow me," he replied as he began walking down a nearby dark alley.

Brooke was cautious as she followed, making sure there were no others around. For all she knew, this could have been a trap of some kind. If Randy had even the slightest doubt, she'd have to prepare to fight.

"So, this how you usually weed out five-oh?" Brooke questioned.

"Sometimes. You see, if you five-oh, you can't take the money and do the act, you know? You gotta stop and identify yourself as a copy otherwise you be doin' what a ho do," Randy replied, scratching his chin.

"Really?"

"Yeah, shit, it's like uh... like bribin' and shit," Randy answered as he stopped next to a dumpster and looked around.

He slowly undid his belt and unzipped his pants before pulling down his baggy jeans. Brooke could barely see the outline of his member under his tight black boxer briefs. In the dimly lit alley, it was hard to see if the shadows were playing tricks on her eyes or if his member was actually as big as it seemed.

"Oh shit, almost forgot," he said as he pulled up his jeans a bit to dig through the pockets.

He handed her two twenty dollar bills before pushing his jeans back down. Brooke took the cash and shoved it into the pocket of her hoodie. She crouched down and pulled at the waistband of his underwear.

"Let's see what we're working with," she whispered.