Thanks for the first sentence, Susan - bastard girl! You knew I couldn't resist that one!
This was done between commercials and Skittles and Spiderman. Forgive me.
Stereotypes
By Kaye
“He’s Cagney, I’m Lacey.” Starsky pants, tugs the handcuffs from his bra, and shoves Tiny against the Torino. He opens his purse, pulls out his gun and waves it towards me.
“Hold this, will ya?” He’s breathing hard from running in six inch heels.
I lost my own stilettos two blocks back. I try to rip off my wig, which gets stuck on my earring – big and gold and hoopy - and lose my grip on Rags, who skirts away, flipping me the bird, singing “fucking faggot cops” as he disappears into the alley.
“Fucking Vice.” I reach for the gun from Starsky and turn to chase after Rags, but a squad car blares around the corner and squeals to a stop in front of us.
“You girls need some help?” Manny Campos leans out the window.
“Yeah, if you can quit staring at my legs, asshole – Rags just went into the alley.”
“I’m actually staring at Cagney’s tits over there. Nice tits, Cagney.”
Starsky reaches into his dress, grabs a tit and zips it at Manny’s head. “He’s Cagney, I’m Lacey.”
I limp over, pat Starsky on the back, and gently tuck his other boob back into his bra.
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