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“Iz. You know that diner down the street here, the green one?” CeCe said. “Yeah you wanna stop there, that food sucks.” Izzy replied. “I need to go there Iz, gotta talk to a friend, I’ll only be a minute.”
Stan’s partner didn’t press, if he could see her he probably would’ve seen she didn’t even think to be weary of this, but sadly he was in total darkness as what felt like tons of flesh sunk into his body. They arrived at the Emerald Cafe. A hideously dark green painted old style diner with outdated 50s era decor in desperate need of being spruced up. As soon as CeCe stood up, Stan felt like Atlas holding up the weight of the world, at least that titan didn’t have to do so mouth first. As it drooped into place he felt the pressure flattening him as it had done to the padding that came before his post.
“Just jeep the engine running, I won’t be long.” CeCe said. Izzy gave her a nod and cranked up the music. The detective sauntered her way i to the restaurant, her massive breast jiggling Stan, making him sick. She arrived in to an empty diner with a middle aged woman, rail thin and graying considerably though it was apparent that she still has some blonde strands hanging on. She wore an older style waitress diner dress. “Judith, how’s my favorite patron.” CeCe said with an air of arrogance.
“Oh God… is… is it the first of the month already?” Judith said shaking. “It sure is, you got the protection money.” She said staring the woman down. “I have some of it.” The air in the diner staled as CeCe’s anger entered the atmosphere of the place. “Welp, that’s not gonna cut it. No protection for you and no returns.” She said turning around. Judith let out a choked sob and held out a hand. “Please… can I just see them…”
CeCe curled her perpetual smirk into a much wider smile. “Sure thing.” She went down to her black combat boots and unlaced the shoes and with great effort, managed to when them loose. She set the boots aside and got into a booth propping her feet up on the table. Wrapped around her feet and a little bit of her cankles were two Tiny’s stretched into horrendously sweaty socks.
CeCe appeared to have just elongated their mouths and shoved her foot inside each of the guys. They looked nearly identical, blonde hair, brown eyes. There were some subtle differences, one was a bit tanner than the other while one had longer hair. “Best pair of socks I’ve ever had.” She said while wiggling her toes causing the men to whimper.
“Good God… my boys. I’m so sorry. I’m trying to get the money, you’ll be free soon I promise.” Judith said caressing her sock sons. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” CeCe said slipping her tight boots back on. “Please… they’ve spent a month in there. I understand that I have to make payments on time.”
“I don’t think you do, because here I am without your cash. I was patient with you in your twins when they were minors, but they’re 18 now, they’re men and men help out.” CeCe said tightening the laces to accentuate her point. “Kieth was supposed to start college by now… the school called me and said they expelled him for his absence. You’re ruining their lives!” Judith said, summoning some courage.
“I’m actually giving them new lives, serving a goddess. Y’know what, another month with my piggies and maybe they’ll wanna stay.” CeCe said, starting to to walk out. “Wait, I have half, please.” This caused the detective to stop in her tracks. “Half? Alright.” A light shown in the middle aged woman’s eyes. “You can have one of them back. You choose.”
Judith’s heart dropped upon hearing this. “I… I can’t pick!” She said tearing up. “Alright, I’ll pick. Kent!” She exclaimed. “What n- I mean it’s just-“ “Kieth has his crap together. I know, which means you'll have even more incentive to actually pay me.” CeCe removed the reeking Kent from her foot and threw him behind her back to Judith. “No hard feelings Kent, everyone has a favorite, at least it worked for you this time.” She said laughing maniacally.
CeCe walked outside feeling elated at her awful torture of boys that were just starting their lives. She slotted the fat wad of cash into her cleavage and walked with a skip in her step, much to her sock’s dismay. The detective had broken a sacred bond between officer and citizen, she had made it her mission to leach on many down and out businesswomen to pad her own wallet. The only real question, did the only righteous soul on the force, Stan Padding hear this?
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