Sexual Justice Warrior

By Candice Christian

Beautiful, and sexy lesbian Nikki, nickname Nikki Knockers, is an undercover cop. In her undercover work she infiltrates various gangs, and alerts authorities of various crimes that are planned. The job requires her to pose as small time drug dealer, hooked on her on merchandise.
One hot evening, she gets an unexpected visit from Bonnie Bucci, or Bonnie Buc while Nikki is enjoying a cold beer in her favorite brew pub. The visit on the surface seems to be amiable enough but Nikki is waiting on the other shoe to drop. Bonnie always has an ulterior motive for why she does things.
Bonnie has learned one of her top madams, Judy Broadside, The Broad as she is known, is skimming some of the take from her and if The Broad weren’t so good at her job, Bonnie would have had her snuffed out in an instant. Instead she decides to teach Bonnie a lesson, using some of Nikki's special talents. Hoping the humiliation she is subjected to will convince her of the error of her ways.
Nikki is asked to administer some humiliating sexual justice to the crooked madam, administered in such a way as to make certain The Broad never tries to cross Bonnie again. Nikki the good soldier she is jumps at the task and leaves The Broad a quivering lump of pudding when she is finished.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Sep 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005375195

Candice Christian

Candice was born in Paris KY on 9 January 1988. Her parents, George Bertrand Christian, an attorney who once aspired to be an actor, and Frances Hollowell insisted that Candice and her sister Simone, be sent to a Catholic school. Candice was deeply religious as a child, at one point thought of becoming a nun.

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Sexual Justice

 Warrior

Candice Christian

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Acknowledgments

John Deakin

Chapter One

Damn, it's ten o'clock at night and still so freaking hot. The pavement of the streets and sidewalks is radiating heat like a furnace. You have to be sick to stay in the city in the summer if you can possibly get out between June and August.

Poor people, for example, including practically all the city's criminal element, can't afford to do anything but sweat it out. Minimum-wage workers, housekeepers, gas jockeys, sales clerks, and office sweepers, mixed in with drug addicts, winos, prostitutes, hustlers, pimps, pushers, and shoplifters, and living right in there in the middle of them, is me.

The heat turns people mean, they fight and scream at each other in a constant high-pitched noise that drifts down over the noises of the street traffic and the occasional whir-whir-whir of an ambulance or a police siren in the middle distance.

Me, I'm a police officer, rank of sergeant, but I don't wear stripes on my sleeve, nor even the midnight-colored uniform of the policeman on the beat. I wear the same crappy gear as the others around me. I work undercover and haven't made a bust in all the years I've been out here.

My job is to blend in, fit in, sell a few drugs, run a few money drops, and relay all the information I can to the detectives. They use it to troll for the bigger fish instead of all the minor minnows. Of course, this time of year, the big fish are all in cooler waters instead of the sauna that is the city. But I have to stay, even though I am mostly running through the motions instead of doing any good. It can fucking wear you out, you know?

I sold some uppers to some college kids and with nearly five hundred dollars in my pocket (my supplier would get four hundred of it as payment for the supply of the uppers; the police would get the other hundred when I made