Oh Baby, Baby. (Narrative)
If there was one place in particular to find the down trodden, scum of the city it was the Red Light District, the proverbial arm pit of New York, where drugs flowed freely and anything from illegal weapons to flesh could be bought for the right price. It was a place where one simply did not go if not armed, and with eyes in the back of their head unless they were asking for trouble; a place so dangerous that the law itself seemed to shy away from it. There was a damn good reason that cops wore masks these days and hid their identity, and the goings on in the Red Light District served as a prime example.

Peep Land was a favorite among the sexually depraved of society, those sorry bastards who couldn't get laid anywhere else, be it because of their looks, a lack of money for a good SISM, or a combination of the two. It was here that they could wave whatever cash they did have, in hopes of attracting a scantily clad or nude body just long enough to take it from them. It was pathetic, really. Grown men on hands and knees for even the slightest hint of naked flesh, even if it wasn't real...



Walking through the crowd of patrons, Brogan was glad he did not share their problems. He certainly had enough of his own though, not the least of which was meeting his contact here. What part of subtlety did not grasp? But then, it was Bailey after all. Gay Fucking Bailey, as he was so lovingly called by the posse that followed him around. Somehow the cock sucker seemed to have a heads up (no pun intended) on the goings on in the city, the kind of information you just could not find anywhere. For Brogan, such a service came free, after he had saved Bailey from a couple of guys who were more than a little upset to find their evenings entertainment had a dick.

As discretely as he could, Brogan slipped into the table across from Bailey, who looked as flamboyant as ever, clad in pink spandex and sporting spiked purple hair. Meeting here in public was real bad for his image.. not to mention his pride. Somehow, he pretended they were alone..or at least tried.


"Oh baby, baby
Oh baby, baby
Oh baby, baby"


Before he could get a word in to Bailey, he could not help but glance over his shoulder toward the stage as a blonde strolled out in a school girl uniform, baring her mid drift, short skirt and stockings.. looked just like the real deal. Damn SISM. He turned back to his contact.

"Alright Bailey, what do you have for me? This had better not have to do with the latest pole you've been smoking."

"..How was I supposed to know.."

"Fuck you, Irish. Yer jus jealous, anyway."

Irish.. he never had shared his name with him. He could have made up a bullshit alias, but this was easier. As far Bailey knew, he was some kind of bounty hunter type, which was just fine by him.

"..That something wasn't right here.."

"I'd rather stick my dick in a light socket, thank you."

"..Oh baby baby"

"Well in dat case, I got this new SISM..." Bailey paused mid-sentence, and glared toward the stage, where the performer was masquerading at this point in more more than a thong and stockings. "...fuck that, you see her? I could hook ya up. You could be spearin' Britney all night!"

"I shouldn't have let you go..

"Still no more than a glorified cum receptacle that has the potential to talk back. No thank you. Anyway, get to the damn point. What have you got for me?"

"My loneliness is killing me..I must confess, I still believe..When I'm not with you I lose my mind..Give me a sign..Hit me baby one more time..."

"Aight, well.. there's these new hunters in town.. jus set up shop.."

"...Oh baby, baby"

"...And?"

"And they jus blew the shit outta some transgenders.. blackies. Fuckin' Darrellina itself. Anyways, I dun miss the competition. Kwong's place got fucked up too."

"..The reason I breathe is you."

Great. Wonderful. How was it that he had not heard of this yet? He was damn sure he would when he got back to his office, if there wasn't a dozen messages on his cell already. Shit like this seemed stick to him like glue, and considering how his week had been going so far, this was the last thing he needed. At least he had warning of it now..

"..Boy you got me blinded..."

Rising from his seat, he could already feel all the eyes on him.. damn Bailey for bringing him here. Next time he would choose the location.

"Good work Bailey, keep it up."

"Oh baby, baby"

"Always for you, big boy."

The looks that a nice looking pair of blondes gave Brogan made him want to strangle the life out of Bailey, but he managed to refrain. For now. Instead of responding further, he just shook his head and made his way out through the crowd in much the same manner he entered, cursing all the way.

"...There's nothing that I wouldn't do."