Chris and his wife were doing very well down at Manila Bay.
'Here you go,' said Frank, who dropped a few duffel bags of cash on the table.
Chris didn't ask where the money came from.
Chris already knew.
He was from the Fraud Squad.
Playing the vagrant down at Manila Bay was the best way to penetrate the mostly western tourists.
'And you don't think I don't know that cocksucker?'
Then Frank winked to tone down the message that he thought Chris a deceitful and sly bastard while at the same time admiring him for keeping to his cover.
'Don't you think its time we start working together? asked Frank.
'Isn't that what we have been doing,' replied Chris.
Frank sat on his coffee, thoughtfully.
'I could have you locked up months ago, Frank, but I believed in you. You had nothing to your name but still gave the shirt off your back.'
Chris was wearing a colorful Hawai shirt. Frank gave it to him after he was fleeced by a big titted whore he met at LA Cafe.
The two went way back.
'You fucking wish you worked for the Fraud Squad,' said Frank who munched on some fresh croissants cooked in the kitchen.
'And if you play your cards right,' added Frank, who took a swig of fresh orange juice laid out on the table, with a spread of eggs and bacon and toast, 'I might recruit you for Big Tit's Inc.'
Chris knew where Frank was heading with this.
They always beat around the bush, making up as much bullshit as they could before getting to the point.
Then she walked into the Cafe.
She was a show stopper....
Frank's tongue dropped. Drool followed.
'She's fucking hired,' he said, before even introducing himself to the drop-dead gorgeous Asian babe.
'Here you go,' said Frank, who dropped a few duffel bags of cash on the table.
Chris didn't ask where the money came from.
Chris already knew.
He was from the Fraud Squad.
Playing the vagrant down at Manila Bay was the best way to penetrate the mostly western tourists.
'And you don't think I don't know that cocksucker?'
Then Frank winked to tone down the message that he thought Chris a deceitful and sly bastard while at the same time admiring him for keeping to his cover.
'Don't you think its time we start working together? asked Frank.
'Isn't that what we have been doing,' replied Chris.
Frank sat on his coffee, thoughtfully.
'I could have you locked up months ago, Frank, but I believed in you. You had nothing to your name but still gave the shirt off your back.'
Chris was wearing a colorful Hawai shirt. Frank gave it to him after he was fleeced by a big titted whore he met at LA Cafe.
The two went way back.
'You fucking wish you worked for the Fraud Squad,' said Frank who munched on some fresh croissants cooked in the kitchen.
'And if you play your cards right,' added Frank, who took a swig of fresh orange juice laid out on the table, with a spread of eggs and bacon and toast, 'I might recruit you for Big Tit's Inc.'
Chris knew where Frank was heading with this.
They always beat around the bush, making up as much bullshit as they could before getting to the point.
Then she walked into the Cafe.
She was a show stopper....
Frank's tongue dropped. Drool followed.
'She's fucking hired,' he said, before even introducing himself to the drop-dead gorgeous Asian babe.
