Cops and Robbers: Definitive Edition: Part 4

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28 year old Jasmine Davis's life was falling apart at the seams and it had been going so well up until a few months ago. Jasmine was a gorgeous, raven haired bombshell of a woman. Her long, thick black locks ran down her entire back and grazed her thick, muscle bound glutes. Some of her bangs hung out a little in front of her eyes as well. However, her trademark and what made her the envy of every girl she had ever met, were her absolutely monolithic G cup breasts.

They were simply magnificent and they drew eyes towards her from both genders everywhere she went. She had no problem with leering but they belonged to only two people. Herself, obviously and the love of her life. Her college sweetheart turned beloved husband, Ben Davis. He was everything to her. Her entire world. What she loved most about him was that it seemed he could almost read her mind. He knew when to be a suave, caring gentleman and treat her like a Princess but he also knew when to take charge, be a man and dominate her in every sense of the word. Most women can only dream of a man like that.

Things were great for a long time but it all came crashing down on one fateful day. When Ben was diagnosed with stomach cancer. In retrospect, it could have been much worse. They caught it very early on and Ben was still doing well, relatively speaking. Beyond typical aches and weight loss from lack of eating. However, there was one major problem. Money. Ben worked a simple, mundane office job while Jasmine was a stay at home Wife up until now. It paid the bills and they didn't mind their minimalistic living standards but it simply wasn't going to cover the expenses for Ben's treatment. When they first came home after the diagnosis, Jasmine was inconsolable.

"Jazz..." Ben said solemnly.

"Don't "Jazz" me!" Jasmine said in between her sobs. "I have to get a job! I've been a freeloader for too long!"

"You're not a freeloader and never were." Ben said as she hugged her close. "This is my burden to bear and mine alone."

"Like Hell it is!" Jasmine yelled in a sob. "What else am I supposed to do?! Stay here feeling sorry for myself and pray?!"

She then sighed as she began to calm down a bit.

"Only you would get a cancer diagnosis and try to make someone else feel better about it..." She said solemnly.

She hugged him again, shedding tears into his shoulder.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do..." She said. "But I'll figure something out..."

"I can just ask for extra hours..." Ben said.

"No, you fucking won't!" Jasmine demanded. "Until you're cancer free, the only places you'll be are at home or in the hospital! Don't argue with me!"

"Alright, alright..." Ben said, relenting.

Things got quiet for a bit as they just stood there as Ben stroked his Wife's beautiful, midnight raven hair.

"Let's just sleep on this for now and clear our heads, okay?" Ben asked. "We can think of something first thing in the morning."

Jasmine sighed.

"Okay..." She agreed reluctantly.

Ben smiled.

"That's my girl." He said sweetly. "And I know one thing that always makes you feel better."

He pulled away from her, reached out and began massaging her breasts through her shirt in the way she always loved. Expertly rubbing them with the perfect balance of gentleness and firmness.

"Ahhhh..." Jasmine exhaled in bliss. "Mr. Magic Hands strikes again. I don't know how you do it. Ohhh..."

"Maybe I should have been a masseuse instead." Ben joked as he fondled his wife.

Jasmine opened her eyes to glare at him.

"You do that and I'll beat the cancer to the punch!" She said half jokingly.

"You're too easy to tease, babe." He said with a chuckle.

Jasmine was extremely possessive of him and got jealous very easily. Ben would amuse himself endlessly by teasing her about it. If another woman so much as turned her head in his direction for more than five seconds, she would give her a nightmare inducing death glare. However, she began to calm down as Ben continued to massage her breasts.

"These glands of mine can be such a pain in the ass sometimes..." Jasmine said. "But this alone makes them worth all of it and then some."

The couple went upstairs to fuck their troubles away. The two of them were absolutely primal and ravenous lovers. So much so that they often got noise complaints from neighbors. They both liked it rough immensely and would go on for hours into the night and this night was special. Still, they were human and eventually needed to rest. Jasmine had successfully exhausted her man and had still laid awake with him spooning her from behind, passed out.

'I can't go on without him...' Jasmine thought to herself. 'I'm getting that money...and I don't care what I have to do in order to get it.'



A couple weeks had gone and poor Jasmine was having no luck. Very few jobs were available and the ones that were either weren't right for her or too far of a drive away to be worth it or both. In addition to Ben's treatment, the couple's usual bills were beginning to pile up. Jasmine was under more stress now than she had ever been in her entire life but she still insisted that Ben not go back to work and just focus on his treatment.

On one particular day while Jasmine was out job hunting as usual, she had heard something that caught her attention.

"Hey, you there." A quiet, gruff voice called out to her.

She looked around, confused.

"Over here!" The voice called out to her, louder this time.

She turned to where it came from and saw a suspicious looking, bearded man sticking his head out from an alley.

"So, I hear you're looking for work." The man said.

"From where, might I ask?" Jasmine asked suspiciously.

"I have my ways." The man answered. "As well as a solution to your problem."

Every red flag imaginable was going off in Jasmine's head but she was beyond desperate. She had basic self-defense training and carried a stun gun with her just in case.

"You'd better be straight up with me." Jasmine said seriously.

"This serious enough for you, little lady?" The man asked as he immediately took out a huge stack of bills.

Easily thousands. Maybe even tens of thousands. Jasmine's eyes went wide in shock.

"Go ahead. Take it." He said.

Jasmine did so and carefully stroked the money with her fingers. They felt completely authentic. Legit bank notes. Jasmine felt an immediate rush of relief followed by worry.

"Thank you." She said genuinely. "My Husband's life depends on this...but what's the catch?"

"Nothing." He said. "Just a friendly loan. No deadlines. Nothing. Take all the time you need, little lady."

He then handed her a card with a phone number on it. Presumably his. Jasmine wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. So, she nodded and walked away. Ben wasn't going to like this but what other choice did she have. She rushed home to tell him the good news.

"Ben!" She yelled excitedly as she practically charged through their door.

"Woah, babe. Where's the fire?" Ben asked.

"Look!" She said as she took out the money and showed it to him.

"Where'd you get this?" He asked, already concerned.

"I'll explain later. Just count it and see if it's enough!" She pleaded.

He did so and whistled in amazement.

"This will do the job three times over." He said.

"Oh, thank God!" Jasmine yelled in relief as she crashed into him on the couch, hugging him close. She had to stop herself from crying again.

"I'm relieved too, hun." He said sweetly as he stroked her beautiful, black hair.

"Now tell me and please be honest." He said, changing his tone. "Where did you get this?"

Jasmine looked away and rubbed her arm, uncomfortably.

"I...took out a loan." She admitted.

"From the bank?" He asked.

"No." She answered glumly.

"A friend? A relative?" He asked.

"No." She answered with a sigh. "Some man in an alleyway called me over as I walked by. He said he knew I needed it and wouldn't explain how...He took all those bills right out and just handed them to me...Said there was no catch and I could pay him back whenever."

Ben sighed.

"Oh, Jazz..." He said in exasperation.

"What was I supposed to do?" Jasmine asked defensively. "There were no decent jobs anywhere and we were running out of time. We might have never gotten another opportunity like this."

"There's always a catch with these things." Ben said. "Did he even give you his name?"

"No." Jasmine answered. "Just a card with his number on it."

"Are you kidding me?" Ben asked, now getting worked up. "Do you have any idea what you might have roped us both into?"

"Would you have done it for me?" Jasmine asked.

Ben sighed.

"Yeah..." He admitted. "I would have...without a second thought."

Jasmine snuggled up to him.

"I'll just keep looking for jobs and repay him." She said. "It won't be a problem."

"I'll get back to work as soon as I recover. We'll get through this together." Ben promised.

"Thank you." Jasmine said. "But just focus on getting that goddamn treatment now. We can worry about the rest later."

After another night of passionate, rough love making in which Jasmine felt like Ben would split her in half, which was exactly how she liked it, they both got a good night's sleep for the first time in what felt like forever.

Jasmine no longer had to worry about the speed at which she made money, so she got by through mainly part time work. About a month had gone by when she decided that a down payment would be a good idea. She knew that man was shady and thought that proving to him that he made a smart investment early on would spare her and Ben some potential trouble. So, she called him up and they agreed to meet back in the alley where this all began for them.

"You got my money already?" He asked, rudely.

"Not all of it but I wanted to give you a down payment." She said as she held out some money towards him. "I wanted to show you that I'm a woman of my word."

"Sorry, little lady." He said. "I don't do down payments. I want it all in one package."

"Oh." Jasmine said. "Well, sorry to waste your time then."

"Besides, what you have there would only cover the difference between your initial withdrawal and the added interest you've accumulated since then." He explained.

Jasmine's heart sank into her gut.

"Interest?!" She asked hysterically. "You never said anything about interest!"

"How naive can you be, little lady?" He asked. "It goes without saying in this line of work."

Jasmine calmed down a bit.

"How much?" She asked nervously.

"5%." He answered. "Per week."

"But...I took out that loan like a month ago!" Jasmine said.

"I know. I was there." He said smugly. "So, that's about 20% worth of interest."

"You gotta be kidding me!" Jasmine yelled.

"You wanna make it 10%?" He asked threateningly. "Unless..."

"What?" Jasmine asked as she started to back away fearfully.

"You'd rather repay me in a different way." He said as she got up close and personal and stuck his finger inside her shirt.

"Back the fuck up!" Jasmine shouted as she took out her stun gun and buzzed it at him.

"Hey, easy!" He said, backing away. "I was just kidding...but the offer still stands if you ever change your mind."

"Not in your wildest dreams!" Jasmine spat.

"Is that the thanks I get for saving your precious Husband's life?" The loan shark asked rhetorically. "I was gonna just let you take your time but now you're testing my patience...Perhaps a deadline will help...inspire you to pick up the pace..."

"What?" She asked in shock. "No! Please! I didn't mean it!"

"Too late!" He finally snapped. "You have four months to give me my money back! And the weekly 5% interest rate still stands! You give me attitude again and I raise it to 10%!"

Jasmine was now shaking in fear.

"What if...I can't do it in time?" She asked, barely able to stop herself from breaking down in tears.

"I'll let you use your imagination on that." He said sinisterly. "Now I suggest you get to work fast."

He walked away, leaving the poor girl standing there in the alleyway. As soon as he was out of sight, Jasmine broke down, falling to her knees as she sobbed into her hands.

"Oh, God...Why me?" She asked herself.

She couldn't tell Ben. His treatment was almost over and the last thing she wanted was to have him keep worrying. This was a result of her actions. So, as hypocritical as it may have been to think, she would bear this burden alone. She hardened her resolve and repeated the same thing she told herself when this all started.

'I'll get the money...No matter what I have to do.'



Some time had passed and Ben's treatment was over. He was now cancer free. Completely. Normally, they'd both celebrate...but the circumstances just would not allow it. Jasmine had still not told Ben the truth about all of this and she felt guilty but she stayed on course. Ben understood that celebrations would cost money. If only he knew the rest.

Jasmine's odd jobs were obviously not going to cut it. With each passing day, she became more and more desperate and fearful. She hated that loan sharking asshole and wanted nothing more than to give him what he deserved but her anger was completely overshadowed by her desperation...So much so that she eventually resorted to crime.

She started out pickpocketing. It was petty but every little bit would count. At this point, her survival instincts had taken over and all she cared about was getting that fucking loan paid off. Nothing else mattered. She had mostly taken wallets with cash but one day, she scored big. She was walking down the street when she spied a beautiful, busty redhead that she had a strong feeling was carrying quite a bit in those pockets of hers. Jasmine followed the redhead's toned, swaying ass and stuck her hand in her pocket, managing to snag her phone!

'Jackpot!' Jasmine thought to herself as she quickly ran off back to her little makeshift hideaway.

It was a rundown little shack out in the most dangerous part of town. It had basic furniture and even a one person bed but nothing else. It got the job done and was hidden away. That's all that mattered. She took out the stolen phone and turned it on as the password screen came up. A feeling of immense shame suddenly washed over the stunning raven.

'What the fuck am I doing?' She asked herself. 'It's not like I know how to crack these things...let alone get it in selling condition...and for all I know, that girl might be going through similar shit as me and need this phone more than I do...'

She felt so pathetic and scummy for all of this. Her life was supposed to just be starting after marrying Ben...and now look where she was. He was the one bright spot in a life that had now become Hell on Earth, degrading herself to this level to keep a dangerous man from hurting her and the only person she cared about...Not to mention the fear of getting caught and arrested. The guilt of keeping all of this from the man she was doing all of it for reared its ugly head again as Jasmine began to weep.

"Oh, Ben..." She sobbed weakly. "I'm so sorry...I should have listened to you..."

Just then, her door swung open.

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