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Detective Pig part 2

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check out the :iconwildcardsnewdeck: club for stories in this universe, each story has it's own folder, but they're all in the same universe, the ones by me are inter connected (for now).

  It's been a day since Jason roughed up Mankongo.  Missing Part 3 by almeidap He and Xien went to the last place Candyman was seen but they aint said shit to me about what happened there and I aint asking.  I got bigger fish to fry, the more obsessed Jason is with finding Xien's kids, the better.  I got other shit to do.

  I aint a good cop, I was when I first started but then the fuckers I'd bust would be back on the street and all that running and getting shot at bullshit was for nothing, you know?  So I decided to get my cut from the crooks...those who didn't play, I roughed them up, send them to jail until they did.  I made lots of cash until fucking IA caught on to me.  Then the wildcard virus hit the world and millions of people across the world ended up jokers like me.  New York established it's first joker town in the county and decided it needed policing too, but cops didn't want to go to a place full of freaks, even with a big ass bonus, so cops who caught the virus were assigned there.  All charges against me?  Dropped.

  What's good about Jokertown PD?  No fucking Internal Affairs.  Right now folks really don't give a fuck what happens to freaks like me.  Hell they consider one of us dying young a 'blessing'.  The only reason we even got cops down here is to keep shit somewhat normal and make the world believe that the US is treating jokers humanely.  So I'm free to do what I do best...get my cut.

  Speaking of my cut, I see we got this new bitch working the streets.  Prostitution, the worlds oldest profession, has a different angle here in Jokertown.  Nat (humans unaffected by the virus) hoes, make a killing from jokers who just want to be with a normal girl, joker chicks get paid big bucks by nats who want something freaky...and my ten percent...is a hell of a lot bigger.  I look at this chick and the size of her cans and I know they aint natural...so I go up and grab me a handful.

 "Damn you new girl?"  I say groping her big tits.

  "Yes" she answers turning away from me but not moving as I rub her nipples, she reminds me of Xien and her kid Kiko, but most asians look the same to me anyways, but as I feel her tits, I notice they are natural and that rings a bell.

  "How long you had these tits?"  I say

   "Since I was a kid" she says.

   "Bullshit.  I know Bodyshoppe's work when I see it."  Bodyshoppe a freaky joker who is like a plastic surgeon, but without all the degrees or medical equipment.  He can't change what you look like totally but he can modify here and there.  These tits are 100% but the size of 'em....either she has got a boob job that cost well over 20 grand or she saw Bodyshoppe for a thousand bucks.

   "A week ago..." she pauses.

  "I aint seen Bodyshoppe in about two weeks, where's he holding up?"  I say grabbing her nipples hard enough to cause a little pain.

   "He's hiding....the joker killer and all."  she says trying to remain unaffected.

   "Whatever.  How long you been working here?" 

    "A couple of days."

   "Good, I want my cut or your big titty ass is going to jail."

   She looks scared and lost at the same time.

   "You here me bitch...my cut....ten percent...no fifteen...."

    "I..haven't made anything later....?"

    "You know there's a penalty for late payments right?"  I grab her wrist and take her over to a corner.  "You know what to do bitch and if you do a good job, I'll only collect ten percent today."

    Five fun minutes later.  She's spitting around the corner and as I do my pants up, I hit the garbage can next to me, knocking it over.  A bloodied sword and some weird ass outfit pour out with the rest of the trash. 

  "Hey bitch"  I call over to the girl still spitting and trying to wipe her chest with a napkin she found on the ground.  "What the fuck is this?"

   "I don't know...I really just got here." she says.

   I look at her and look at the stuff....fuck it. "Well I'll be back, you make sure you got my fifteen percent when I come back tomorrow."

   She looks upset but I don't give a fuck "You got a pimp ho?"

   "No"

   "Now you do."  I smile "And as your pimp, I get half and you won't get your ass beat and robbed by the other pimps over here.  What's your name ho."

   "Dixie." 

    I start laughing.  "Dixie...ok Dixie, ten PM you have my cut, and you won't get cut, capice?"

   She nods her head.  As I go back to my car, a light bulb goes off in my head.  All these years I've been taking these small ass cuts but with Candyman out of the gang, I could take over the everything and with my badge....only person I really gotta worry about is Jason, and as long as he's looking for that kid the better, hell he may even get killed in his search....even better. 

   My cellphone rings and I look and I see its Mankongo calling "What you want grape ape?"

   "Dickens" he says "Someone's spotted Dickens"

   "I'll be there in a bit."  I hit end call and get ready to go but then 'Dixie' taps me on the shoulder.

   "Was that the ape joker?"

    "Yeah, what business is it of yours?"

   "He works for you?"

   "Everybody works for me."

   "Could I meet him...I heard he's...big"

    "A horse aint got shit on him, but he don't like your type...you're about ten years too old for him.  Now shut the fuck up and work, I want  a good cut tomorrow."

    She doesn't say shit and I get in my car and drive away.

TO BE CONTINUED
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