Cries were being heard all through the neighborhood. ?We don?t want her here.? ?She is a disgrace to the community.? ?What kind of influence is this going to have on our children?? ?What is the mayor going to do about this?? ?What is the school board saying about this? Her home is just up the road from the high school.?
The chief of police just shook his head. ?I can?t believe this. I thought we had finally cleaned up the downtown core,? he told the mayor.
?I don?t care what you have to do. Shut her down and do it now. I don?t want any fan fare or any public knowledge about it. Get her off the streets and close her home down. If you don?t do it, heads will roll because the media and the neighborhood are pressuring me and now I am giving it to you. Get it done!? the mayor said as he threw a file folder on the police chief?s desk. ?These are all the complaints we have had. I don?t want to see anymore. She is ?public nuisance number 1?.?
?I will put my best man on it,? the police chief said.
?You have fourty-eight hours to get her off the street,? the mayor said.
?It will take more then that to get the necessary paper work processed,? the chief said.
?Well pick her up on something. I don?t care. Surely we can get her on solicitation charges,? the mayor said.
?Yes but she will only spend the night in jail, stand before a judge the next day, pay a fine, get released and then she will await trial; maybe a few months down the road. That is all we can do right now. The courts are full. She will get a slap on the wrist and walk away only to set up somewhere else in the city,? the police chief said.
?Look, there is a huge conference next week. I don?t want her influencing the dignitaries with her dirty lifestyle,? the mayor said. ?And if I don?t act on this right now, you can be guaranteed the city will not elect me as mayor when my term is up in three months and if I am not elected, you will be out of a job. Do I make myself clear, Chief??
?Yes, sir!? the chief said as he stood up and saluted. ?Will there be anything else, sir??
The mayor looked at him with disdain in his eyes as he turned and walked out of the office, slamming the door behind him. The chief sat down at his desk. ?Shit-head! I hope you have a real fight on your hands during the election. And I don?t care if it means I do not have a job. I don?t like kissing ass, especially yours,? he said. He picked up his phone and dialed the squad room. ?Get me O?Malley, right now!? he ordered as he sat back at his desk.
O?Malley was sitting at his desk when he was paged. ?Chief wants to see you in his office right now,? the dispatcher said. ?You have ten minutes to get over there!?
?Shit-head! What does he want now?? O?Malley said as he grabbed his hat and walked out of the squad room. The walk through he underground tunnel was fifteen minutes. Even at a sprint he would be late but you don?t dare keep the chief of police waiting when he called.
O?Malley got to the chief?s office as quickly as he could but the corridors were buzzing with officers. He ended up being ten minutes late.
?When I call you, I expect you to be here at the drop of a pen,? the chief said. ?You are ten minutes late!?
?You know it is a fifteen minute run through the underground. You know it is impossible to get here in ten minutes. Even our best men take 15 minutes to get here from the squad room. So I would have been late even if I could fly. You are being unreasonable, Sir,? O?Malley said. ?Then I had to navigate through all the shift changes.?
The chief picked up the file and tossed it to him. ?You know about this woman?? the chief said.
O?Malley picked up the file and opened it up. ?Yes, sir. I have investigated a number of complaints about her and her business. I have ran her ass into jail a number of times for violations and she always gets off. Only to be found back on the streets the next evening. No judge will prosecute her,? O?Malley said.
?Well, this time you better find someone who will. The mayor has my ass in a sling and if you do not get her off the streets, well, I don?t have to tell you the rest????????? the chief said.
?Sir, may I speak frankly?? O?Malley said. ?She has every male city councilor under her thumb. The mayor is feeling pressure but no judge will prosecute her case. They give her a slap on the wrist, charge her $1000.00 and let her go. She gets so much publicity, she makes that $1000.00 back the next night plus ten times more. Sir, we are fighting a losing battle with her. You told me that last time I dragged her ass in for the night.?
?The case is yours, O?Malley. I don?t care what you have do to her. The mayor?s conference is next week and he wants her OFF the streets. Do I make myself clear, O?Malley? I don?t want her to be seen, anywhere in my city,? the chief of police said as he stood up and placed his hands on the edge of his desk and bent forward to look O?Malley straight in the eyes.
?SIR, YES, SIR!? O?Malley said as he stepped back from the desk. He turned and walked out of the chief?s office. He walked the long walk back to the squad room, carrying the folder in his hand. He took the elevator down to the garage and found his squad car. If he was going to find her, he might as well start right away. He knew it was going to take him all night to find her and the girls on the streets did not like the cops. He would try all her old haunts first and then start trying the new places. Maybe he would get lucky and not have to spend all evening the car.
It took O?Malley half the night before he caught his first glimpse of her. She was standing at a corner, dressed in a very tight black leather miniskirt. A red vinyl top that was ready to burst due to the size of her 38DD breasts. She was in high white platform shoes and black nylons. She also had vinyl gloves on her hands and arms which came up to the elbow. Her red hair was straight and it gleamed under the street light. Her makeup was fresh and she looked stunning. O?Malley sighed a huge sigh. ?Why can?t you find something better to do with your life?? he said to himself. ?What went wrong??
He continued sitting in his car. He had to make this one stick. Solicitation would not be enough this time. He had to get her accepting the money from a client. Then he could nail her. If he caught the client handing her the money, then the charge would stick. He called into dispatch and asked if there was an undercover agent in his area. He got a positive response. Someone less then ten minutes away from him. He identified himself and explained his situation. ?I need to get this person off the streets, tonight. Are you in a vehicle?? Another positive response. ?I need you to swing by, roll down your window and make her an offer. Do you have any money in your wallet?? Negative response. ?Can you get some? Maybe a couple of hundred?? Positive response. ?Good! There is an ATM about two minutes from your location in the variety store. You will get the money back but it will have to be kept as evidence until a case can be made. But I will do everything I can to get the chief to sign out a cheque for you in the morning. Or I can advance it to you personally and wait until the chief clears the reimbursement.? Positive response. ?Stop and ask for directions. Act like you are lost. Can you channel down? I need to hear the conversation to make it stick.? Positive response. O?Malley just sat back and waited.
In ten minutes a car approached. She was looking bored. Business must be slow this evening. There really was not a lot of action on the street but the corner was somewhat busy with ladies of the evening. O?Malley had counted at least five ladies in the area, all of them close to each other. The car approached her. O?Malley had his lights out and he sat up to watch. The car stopped by the night light. A window rolled down and one of two ladies walked to the window. ?Excuse me, Miss. I am lost. Can you tell me how to get to Winchester and Advance??
?I am sorry. I am new here. I don?t know the area,? the first lady of the evening said. But she turned and walked back. She pointed to Yvonne. ?He is in need of directions. I don?t know the area,? she said.
Yvonne walked to the car. She looked so beautiful, dressed as she was. She held a bag in her hand with the handle of a whip sticking out from the top. ?Where did you want to go?? Yvonne said.
?Winchester and Advance. I have to pick up a new stereo. Can you tell me how to get there?? the agent asked as he smiled and sat forward.
?For fifty dollars, I will personally take you there plus I will have someone to talk to,? she said.
?Been kind of quiet this evening? Well, okay. I don?t mind some company and you look kind of cute,? he said. ?Get in.?
He started the car and pulled forward. They talked for a few minutes. ?Are you from out of town?? Yvonne asked.
?Out of state, actually,? he said. ?I found a really good deal on a KOSS system for my club and I am picking it up. Was even able to talk the seller down a nice bundle. I am getting it for a steal,? he said.
?Really? That sounds interesting. Is there anything else you might be interested in this evening?? she asked as she placed her hand on his leg. ?Maybe a little loving from a beautiful lady??
?I don?t know,? he said. ?I don?t think my wife would approve.?
?Your wife isn?t here with you. I am here with you. What she doesn?t know won?t kill her, will it?? Yvonne said as she moved forward and licked his cheek.
He stopped the car and reached into his pocket. He held out a roll of money. ?What will this get me?? he asked. She took it from his hand and quickly fingered through it.
?That depends,? she said as she placed the money down between her breasts. ?What would you like something kinky or the norm?? Yvonne said. With that, the door opened and O?Malley reached in and grabbed her by the arm. ?What are you doing?? she yelled as O?Malley pulled her out of the car. She looked up and O?Malley smiled at her. ?Damn it! I should have seen it coming. That was too easy. You are a cop, aren?t you?? she said as she looked in at the agent.
?Miss Yvonne, you are under arrest for solicitation and prostitution,? O?Malley said.
?I didn?t do anything,? she said.
?You took his money. Do I have to reach down between your breasts and pull it out?? O?Malley said. ?Get in the car.? He walked her to his car, opened the back door, pushed her inside and closed the door. He flicked a button on his key chain and the doors locked automatically. She would not get out. O?Malley got all the information he needed from the agent, gave him a roll of money to reimburse him for what he had to take from his account and he turned back to his car. He got into the driver?s seat. ?I am going to bust your ass, Yvonne. You don?t listen to warning very well. Well, this time my ass is in the sling and I have what I need to book you.?
She just sat back, cursing and hissing at him. ?Curse all you want. I may not get you off the street indefinitely but I am going to put you out of business for at least a few months,? O?Malley said. O?Malley drove her to the station where she was booked and charged by the assistant DA.
?The jail is full tonight. You will have to take her to the correctional institute. They have been called,? the DA told the chief of police.
The chief looked at O?Malley. ?It is your case, O?Malley. Take her away,? he said.
The DA left the squad room. O?Malley walked out of the conference room with the chief. ?I don?t like how you hustled me with this case. But I am going to do you a favor. You want her off the streets for at least two weeks? Well, I have someone at the correctional facility who owes me a favor, a huge favor,? O?Malley said.
?I don?t want to hear about it,? the chief said.
?And I don?t ever want to see her file on my desk anymore, Sir,? O?Malley said. ?Make a call and ask for this person to meet me at the desk as soon as she is processed.?
?Do what you have to,? the chief said. O?Malley nodded his head. He returned to the conference room.
Yvonne was sitting on the chair brushing her long red hair. ?Can I get out of here?? she asked. ?I hate cop rooms.?
?We have a few minutes. We can?t leave yet. You know the routine? Paper work and all that stuff. You are going to love where you are going tonight. Do you want a glass of water or something?? O?Malley said.
?It is about time,? she said. O?Malley got up and walked outside to the fountain. He reached into his pocket and took out a small vial of clear liquid. He poured it into a plastic cup and then filled it with water. He returned to the conference room. The potion would take a few minutes to work into her system but by the time he got to the correctional facility, she would be under. The chief returned with paperwork and O?Malley instructed her to get up. ?Aren?t you going to handcuff me?? she asked. ?I am an dangerous criminal, a menace to society.?
?They have been called. They are expecting you,? the chief said.
?Did you get who I asked you for?? O?Malley said. The chief nodded. ?I will take care of the rest.?
O?Malley took her by the arm and led her to the elevator which would take him back to his squad car. The drive to the correctional facility was a good half hour. He tried to talk to Yvonne to find out what made such a beautiful woman go bad. But she was silent all the way there. Finally she spoke. ?Where are we going? This is not the way to the cells.?
?I know. The cells are all full tonight. The mayor put out an order to get all the night people off the streets. You know. Big delegation arriving on the weekend. Everyone is sitting on pins and needles. So I have to take you to the correctional facility. I am sorry. It is over my head,? O?Malley said. For the first time he looked into his rear view mirror and saw tears flowing down her cheek.
They arrived at the correctional facility. O?Malley opened her door and he took her hand. She looked at the huge gates. She was obviously afraid. ?I don?t deserve to be here. I am not a hardened criminal,? she begged. ?Please, I will behave. There must be something else.?
?Let?s go, Yvonne,? O?Malley said. He led her through the front gate. He was met by his friend at the desk. Yvonne was processed and then O?Malley was allowed to walk her to a special room. By now, she was incoherent as to what was happening around her. O?Malley looked at his friend. ?You can do what I asked for? My ass is in a sling. I need to get her off the streets and put a big dent in her business,? he said.
?How big a dent?? his friend asked.
?Very big,? O?Malley said.
?Consider it done,? his friend said. ?I have the room ready. She won?t even know. Did you give her the potion??
?Yeah about half an hour ago. It should be working on her by now,? O?Malley said.
?Well, just in case we will give her a small prick with a needle and give her a touch more. It won?t hurt her. Take her inside and I will prepare the needle,? his friend said as he pointed to the room. The sign over the room said ?PRISON BARBER?. O?Malley led her inside and he directed her to the big red chair.
?Take a seat, Yvonne. The doctor needs to take some blood tests to make sure you are clean,? O?Malley said. He knew he was lying. He knew that in a few minutes, Yvonne was going to be stripped of her red hair. That is what the majority of her clients loved about her, her long red hair. If he took that away, maybe it would put a dent in her business for a few months after her release.
The barber entered the room and he approached the barber?s chair. ?I have never shaved a female. I guess there is a first time for everything. So a crewcut? Is that what you want done?? he asked. O?Malley nodded. He picked up her arm and pricked her with a small needle, giving her an added amount of potion to make sure she would not stir during the hair cutting. She would remain awake just not knowing what was around her. He walked over to Yvonne and stroked her long hair. ?Very nice hair. Would make someone a worthwhile trophy,? the barber said as he gathered all her long hair into a ponytail. He tied it with a ribbon and dropped it as it hit the back of the chair. He picked up a pair of scissors, opened the blades and raised them to about one inch over top of the ribbon. ?You don?t have to stay, O?Malley. She isn?t going anywhere.?
?No, I am going to watch. I want to see what she is going to look like without all that hair,? O?Malley said.
The prison barber picked up his scissors and proceeded to star cutting off her long hair. It dropped all over the floor, some of it even slipping down and landing his Yvonne?s lap. She just sat in the chair in a daze, not knowing what was happening to her. The barber walked around and cut the sides high and above the ears. Then around to the front, combing down her bangs, catching them between his fingers and cutting them off, scattering the hair to the floor. Then he put the scissors down, dusted the back of her neck and then picked up his black clippers. He flicked the switch, bringing the clippers to life.
He took off the guard, oiled the teeth, and placed the clippers right at her hairline. He made the first cut into her locks. A swatch of hair fell over her face and down to her lap. He continued running the clippers over her crown. Hair just spilled everywhere. Before long her crown was down to a small tuff of hair at the front of her head. The barber walked around and started at the ears, shaving up her sides and to the crown. Down and around the ear, as he pinched her ears down so that he could get a clean shot at the lines. More hair as it fell over her shoulders and to the side of the chair. He walked around and did the opposite side, exactly the same way. All that was left now was to do the neck and back.
He walked back, put down the clippers and picked up a larger pair. The motor kicked into life and the humming was noticeable as he placed his hand at her shoulder and pushed her head down. If Yvonne would have been conscious, she would have been looking at her 38DD breasts. The barber placed the teeth at her neckline and pushed up. These clippers were older but did a better job removing the stubble down to the scalp. In seven minutes, Yvonne?s neck was perfectly clean of all hair. The barber grabbed a smaller pair of clippers and cleaned her up.
He spun the chair around and placed a towel on her shoulders. Another hot towel on her head and then some hot cream around he ears and her neck. The strapping of a razor on a thick leather belt and the stroking of the razor up her neck and around the ears and the barber allowed O?Malley a chance to get up and touch her bald head.
O?Malley got up from his chair and he walked over to the chair. He ran his fingers over her crown. ?Still a little long. Can we cut it down even more?? he asked.
The barber picked up his small white clippers and ran them without an attachment over her crown. He stepped back and O?Malley ran his finger over the top once more. ?Better, like sandpaper. That is good. Two pictures before we go,? O?Malley said as the barber walked to the counter. The barber returned with a Polaroid camera and snapped a picture front on and one from the back. He handed them to O?Malley and O?Malley reached into his pocket and gave the barber a sealed envelope. ?You know the routine,? he said. The barber nodded his head. ?Nothing gets said to anyone about this.?
She was finally starting to move in the chair. Her eyes started to flicker as the barber was putting the envelope in his pocket. Ge grabbed a towel and rubbed it over her shiny head. ?There, finished,? he finally pronounced as he spun the chair around. O?Malley left her sitting in the chair as she finally started to come out of her state. A large mirror was in front of her and as she got a chance to look at herself, she started to cry, uncontrollably.
?Where am I?? she cried.
?At the correctional facility,? O?Malley said.
?What have you done to me? I look ugly. My hair! What have you done to my hair? Who did thisto me?? she said as looked down to the floor.
?Whatever it takes to keep you off the streets,Yvonne,? O?Malley said, ?and I am sure when thephotographers show up tomorrow, the rest of thecommunity will know that we are serious aboutgetting all the night people off the streets. Comeon. Your room is ready for the night.?
He grabbed her by the arm and walked her downthe long corridor to a winding flight of stairs thatwould lead to a solitary room.
?You brought this upon yourself, Yvonne. Iwarned you a number of times and you refused to take the warnings seriously. The chief told me to do whatever I had to to get you off the street in lieu of the mayor?s conference next week,? O?Malley said as he led her down the corridor. She carried her bag of equipment in her hand and he had her other arm as he led her to the stairs.
?But you did not have to do this to me,? Yvonne said.
?Well, that should put you out of business for a while. I don?t think anyone is going to want to make it with you after they get a look at you. I am sure this will make a great dent in your clientele for the next few months. In the meantime, while the mayor holds his conference, you will be spending the next two weeks in a cell on charges of solicitation and prostitution. I am sorry but let?s go,? O?Malley said.
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