Here's a short story inspired by the picture below:
The upmarket restaurant had been doing very well, but their reputation had been dented recently, because of a spate of thefts: over the past few months, numerous ladies purses had been stolen from the restroom, leading to some bad reviews and a sharp drop in business. The concerned owner had called the police, but apart from a brief visit to take a statement, they seemed uninterested. So the owner hired a firm of private investigators, who assigned a young black employee to the case. The attractive PI visited the restaurant frequently, leaving a purse by one of the washbasins in the ladies restroom, hiding in one of the cubicles to see if anyone would take the bait. Most times it was ignored, and a couple of times someone handed it in to one of the waiters. The thefts continue, but the PI can't be there all the time, and has missed them. After a few weeks the frustrated owner decides not to renew the contract. The PI is working her very last evening, just minutes from leaving, when a brunette comes into the restroom and starts acting suspiciously. She's young and attractive, and - like the black girl - dressed in a skimpy one-piece dress and high heeled shoes. The young PI is watching through a crack in the cubicle door as the brunette looks around furtively, sees nobody else, then puts the purse inside her own slightly larger purse, and walks briskly out of the room.
Seconds later, the feisty black PI comes rushing out of the cubicle where she's been hiding, exits the restroom and sees the brunette walking down the corridor, heading quickly for the fire exit. The PI runs after her and the brunette thief hears the sound of high heeled shoes behind her. Glancing back, she sees the black woman chasing her and their eyes meet briefly. The brunette is an experienced thief and correctly guesses that the black woman has figured out what she was up to. Running for the door, panicking, the desperate brunette thief fumbles in her purse for a small automatic pistol that she carries in case of trouble, but as she takes it out, the black woman closes the gap, catches up, dives and tackles the fleeing thief down hard on the floor, the brunette landing face down, the black girl on top of her. With a cry of rage and panic, the brunette thief rolls onto her back and raises her pistol, aiming up at the black girl, who's still on top of her. Seeing the weapon, the feisty and quick-thinking black woman grabs the thief's wrist, twists hard, and slams her hand repeatedly on the hard floor until she loses her grip on the gun, which slides away across the floor.
Flat on her back, the brunette bucks and kicks wildly, trying to dislodge the black private investigator, but the determined PI sits astride her, straddling her and pinning her down, pinning the thief's wrists hard and tight in her hands, on the floor, above her head. Both women are breathing heavily, gasping with effort, their bodies soaked with perspiration from their struggle on this hot humid evening. The brunette screams and curses, calling the black woman bitch, whore and slut, as well as screaming racist slurs at her. She bucks furiously and kicks up her sweaty bare legs, high in the air, trying to wrap them round the black woman's shoulders so she can topple the black woman backwards, off her. But the PI sees the danger and slides further forward, her knees pinning the screaming girl crook's arms, leaving her helpless. Enraged by the racist slurs and with her heart still pounding after the exertion of the chase and struggle, and the shock of the brunette thief having pulled a gun on her, the tough and feisty PI delivers a cracking slap to the brunette's cheek, which rocks her head sharply to one side with the force of the blow. She then delivers a slap to the thief's other cheek, with the back of her same hand, the thief's head being rocked the other way.
The brunette looks up at the black woman, eyes blazing with hate. She knows that with her criminal record and because she had a gun and tried to use it, she's facing decades in prison, as opposed to the life of luxury she was living recently, as a result of her numerous thefts of purses from high-end restaurants, with all the cash, credit cards and jewelry she was acquiring. The black woman continues to slap her face from side to side, palm then backhand, for another two or three minutes, the brunette's head rocking from side to side with each slap, her cheeks red. The brunette's expression is now a mix of fear and utter despair, knowing she can't get away and that she'll be arrested. Finally, other diners and the waiters hear the commotion and come to see what's happening, astonished at the sight in front of them.
The manager calls the police, who arrive 10 minutes later. The brunette thief is flat on her back and has been slapped senseless. She's only semi-conscious, sobbing and hysterical. The black PI is still sitting astride the defeated thief, and gives a lengthy statement to the cops as she continues to pin the sobbing brunette down. Finally, the cops tell her she can get off the thief, and she gets up slowly, glaring down at the defeated woman with a triumphant smirk on her face. Humiliated, cheeks red and stinging from the savage and prolonged slapping, and sick with fear at the thought of years in prison, the sobbing brunette thief is dragged roughly to her feet by the cops and taken out to the police car. Her hands are cuffed behind her back, cold metal digging into her slender wrists. She's unsteady on her feet, sweaty and disheveled from her desperate struggle with the black woman. Sat in the back of the police car, hands cuffed behind her back, head down in despair, her body shakes with sobs as she contemplates spending thirty or forty years in prison, all because she was tackled down, disarmed and overpowered by the sassy black private investigator.
