The forbidden patrol

Zara gist 🔞Episode 2

I was thinking that I was the worst, but as the elders say, one person’s end is another person’s beginning.

Before Zara gave me her gist, she asked me why I didn’t get the contact of those thieves that had s*x with me, like I was a fool,as if i was a prostitute and why I didn’t save their numbers."

I was just standing there looking confused. Why would I collect their phone numbers? Wouldn’t they think I wanted to track them and arrest them? Or what would I even tell them I wanted the numbers for? Should I tell them they could call me whenever they needed a girl for s*x or what? Zara looked at me for a moment before bursting out laughing. She told me I didn’t understand logic.

The first thing she asked me was whether I didn’t enjoy how the boys had s*x with me, or if they didn’t do it well. I didn’t even know how to answer that question because, to be honest, the way those boys had s*x with me that day, it actually felt good.

Especially the junior one that suçk my b0bby. He did füçk me so well. As they were two that füçk me it made me experience a whole lot as I orgasm more than once the sweetness was something else because I didn't quickly release.

When the boss got tired and the junior continued, it was him who helped me climax that day, and since then, no one else has fuçk me till I release again.

Zara looked at me and laughed as I just stood there staring. It was as if she could read my mind. She held my hand, pressed my chest by mistake, and called me a prostitute. I, being foolish, started laughing along.

She came closer and said that next time, I should collect their numbers because that’s how people make connections. I didn’t understand what she meant at first, but then she told me that God has given every woman a way to make a living that will never let her go broke, and that business is our private parts.

We would sell it little by little, still enjoy it, and make extra money. So next time, I should collect those boys’ numbers, and they would call me when they need s*x, and I would earn extra money that could even surpass my salary.

I was shocked—did police really do prostitute work? As I was trying to process it, Zara began to tell me her story.

At the station she worked at before, she had slept with the D.P.O. If the D.P.O. collected money at the end of the month, she got her share, and many times he would still give her extra money when she billed him.

Besides the D.P.O., she would always watch all the criminals and wealthy men who came into the station.

She would become friends with them, and little by little, if they needed her, she would go to their houses, have s*x, and collect money. Because she was close with the D.P.O., if she told him she couldn’t come to the station that day, he would let her off.

I was there listening to an interesting story. I wanted to know how it would end because even from the start, it was clear that this Zara girl was way bolder than me. Zara told me that one day, some officers left the station to set up a roadblock.

When they came back, they brought a young boy with them. The boy couldn’t have been more than 20 years old, but he definitely had a lot of money on him because the officers brought him to the office in a white GLE. They said he was a criminal. He didn’t say anything.

They had taken his phone and locked his watch in the cell. While the officers went to discuss, Zara sneaked to the boy and gave him a small phone so he could call his friends to bail him out. She told him not to worry, that she would help him. She explained everything the boy should do and even helped him write his statement.

By the next day, the boy’s friends came to the station and settled with the officers to bail him out. The boy, casually, got Zara’s number. Zara said that even if he didn’t get her number, she would meet him later to get his number or connect him through a friend. She said that night, she had already started chatting with the boy on w******p and was watching everything he did on his status.

The boy really had money, so she started telling him that she was available if he needed an escort to the club so the police wouldn’t harass him. Once they saw police in the car with him, they would let him go. The boy agreed to that arrangement.

When the weekend came, the boy told Zara that he needed her as an escort to the club. Zara said she was on night duty, but quickly went to meet the D.P.O. and told him she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to go home. The D.P.O. told Zara she could go.

She rushed home, bathed, and changed her underwear. I wanted to ask why she changed, but I was just listening to the story.

Zara told me she put on a nice G-string and a push-up bra to lift her breasts. When she mentioned that, I couldn’t help but look. I even lifted her breast with my hands.

She said she wasn’t wearing a bra that day, but her breasts were still firm and standing. I asked why she wore a push-up bra when her breast was already firm. She said it was part of her plan so the boy could really see her body. I was surprised.

Zara took an Uber to the boy’s house. The boy was there with the friend who had bailed him out that day.

The boys greeted the girl. Zara said the girl wasn’t attractive, just one of those girls who always wore a bonnet on her head. I laughed a little.

She and the boy greeted each other, and then Zara and the criminal boy went inside.

They said his name was James, maybe because he’s fair-skinned—that’s why they call him that. As he came outside, his girlfriend was following him too, but it seemed she wasn’t coming with them to the club with Zara.

It seemed like they were fighting among themselves, but that didn’t concern Zara, and the situation ended up favoring her.

They went to the club, drinking and spending money. Zara sat on one side, watching all of them. James and his friend were spending money on their girlfriends. At one point, the girl and the guy started dancing very closely, like they were going to have s*x on the dance floor.

That was when Aisha quickly did what she wanted. She unbuttoned her uniform so her yellow breasts could show. She stood up and tapped the boy. When James looked back and saw her, he just stood there staring before Zara buttoned up and went to the toilet, acting like she was just going to pee.

James quickly followed her, hooked her into a corner, and pressed her against the wall. Zara stopped him and told him that payment for escort work was different from payment for s*x.

James told Zara that he had money and would pay any amount she wanted.

Zara left the toilet, leaving the boy there. She had accomplished her mission. As she entered the club, she started drinking and dancing herself. James also came over and gave Zara a bundle of money.

Seeing the money, Zara began to twerk for him. The boy, who was older than her brother, let the money do the talking. She even unbuttoned her uniform again and shook her breasts for him so he could enjoy the money he was giving her.

She said it wasn’t long before James whispered in her ear to go to the club’s hotel. Zara said no problem—she was already ready for it. He booked a room, and they went inside to take a shower.

When Zara came back, James was sitting on the bed smoking. She said that when she saw him smoking, she immediately felt happy because she knew that someone who smokes weed usually knows how to have s*x, and she had been planning to sleep with this boy ever since the officers brought him to the station.

She said that when she entered the room and stood at the door wearing just her push-up bra and G-string, she knew that the boy’s eyes were on her and his pen¡s was already erect.

He stood up and came to Zara at the door and began kissing her. As he was kissing Zara, one of his hands started unbuckling her bra. Zara didn’t hold back either; she put her hand inside his boxers and began rubbing his p***s.

She said that as soon as she grabbed him, it wasn’t long before a little sperm got on her hand. The boy’s p***s was fully erect. She held it tightly, and it was slightly long. She used her hand to lick the small amount of sperm that had gotten on her hand.

He is sweet. Zara says she just kneels down and begins to sück the pen¡s she liçk the cap like she wanted to make more spërm rush into her mouth. She swallow him spërm. James wasn't yet to cüm. He pull Zara up and begins f*****g her from back of her ass hole.

Zara said she bent over and lifted her buttocks up so that the pen¡s it could penetrate her ass hole from better angle.

She m0an as James was f*****g her, he grab both her breast and press them why f*****g Zara her m0an fill the air. When them t¡re, both of them lie down small before James climb Zara again and this time in f**k her v****a, füçk her missionary.

She say they had 5 times they füçk overnight before James cüm ontop her belly. She enjoy pen¡s and also make 400 thousand. Even her salary was not to that and she still have the boy number.

She was billing him, and he was still treating Zara like a prostitute whenever he wanted. I just stood there with my mouth open, going 'Ahhhh.