Street Candy Reflection (standard:Suspense, 4730 words)
Author: TJC	Added: Jul 25 2004	Views/Reads: 3962/2911	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Against the backdrop of a series of unsolved murders, a young, idealistic prostitute learns some hard lessons on the streets of Chicago.

STREET CANDY REFLECTION 

It was finally warming up enough at night so that Chloe could dispense
with the fur coat she wore during the winter.  Early summer was the 
best time of year in Chicago; comfortably warm and yet no sign of the 
oppressive humidity that the months of July and August would bring. As 
she walked along Rush street, she knew she looked good.  Her short, 
forest green dress hugged her petite, five foot-three frame in just the 
right way.  The spaghetti straps were the only thing on her otherwise 
bare shoulders.  Along with black nylons and heels, it was her 
signature outfit.  All of her dresses were this style, only the color 
changed.  Sometimes they were black, sometimes white, and on rare 
occasions, yellow.  Green, however, was her favorite.  It was the 
perfect shade against her short red hair and green eyes.  If she could 
change anything about appearance, it would be enhancing her B-cup 
chest.  Despite the fact that her breasts were pint-sized compared to 
the gallons most of the other girls carried, she was still one of the 
more popular choices along the Rush street skin buffet.  Her pimp, 
Andre, said this was because she possessed an innocent sweetness that 
many of the other girls lacked.  He often told her she was his favorite 
and that he had plans for her. 

Down at the next corner Chloe saw her two friends, Mika and Karen,
talking to the new young beat cop, Officer Stevens.  Mika was black, 
with short, reddish, wavy hair, the type of woman the black men called 
a ‘redbone.' She wore her usual gold spandex pants and a matching tank 
top.  Karen was white, even whiter than Chloe, with long, straight 
black hair.  In her red lace top and tight white pants she was a 
looker.  Both of them were fellow members of Andre's stable. 

“Hi,” said Chloe as she walked up to them.  “I see it's gonna be another
slow night.” Business had been down lately, most of the cars on Rush 
Street were just driving by and glancing at the girls instead of 
slowing down or stopping. 

“You girls need to watch yourselves,” Officer Stevens warned.  “It isn't
safe out here.” He was a young, extremely good looking black man.  He 
was tall and wore a perfectly pressed uniform. 

“Baby we're veterans, okay?” Mika called everyone baby.  “Besides, it's
the johns who should be worried.” 

“Did it happen again?” 

“Not since the last one three weeks ago,” Karen said as she lit a
cigarette. 

Over the past couple of months three men had been murdered.  All of them
had been frequenting prostitutes and rumor had it that the killer was 
one of the working girls.  Obviously this sort of thing was not good 
for business.  Not only were customers afraid, but the district was 
crawling with cops, both uniformed and undercover. 

“I like you girls,” said Officer Stevens.  “Please be careful.  Just
imagine strolling in upon this chick while she's killing a guy, do you 
think she'll just swear you to secrecy?”  Each of the girls nodded as 
the young policeman walked away. 

“Do you think it's true they had their balls cut off?” Chloe looked at
her reflection in a parking meter. 

“I wouldn't doubt it, Baby,” replied Mika. “They probably deserved it
too.” 

“From what I know they were ass-holes.” Karen dropped her cigarette and
stomped it out.  “I knew one of them, he slapped me around a little and 
gave me an extra twenty bucks for my trouble.” 

Chloe had heard the same thing.  All three of the dead men were what
they commonly referred to as ‘shit.' Her friend Sapphire always told 
her; “One has to take the shit with the sugar, but hopefully the sugar 
becomes regular more often than the shit.' 

The girls' chat session ended when Andre's white Lincoln cruised slowly
by.  The windows were tinted dark, but the speed of the vehicle was his 


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