Vice

by Nicole Marsh

  A smile lights up her face when she finishes her conversation and turns to face me. “I thought we could start in the Gambling room tonight.” She pauses a minute and a bit of pink creeps across her cheeks before she continues, “At midnight, some of the girls and I have a dance planned in the Viewing room for the Patrons, as part of the event.”

  I spend the first few hours, in a quiet corner of the Gambling room, watching Jenna as she flits around in her skimpy outfit, passing out drinks and avoiding over reaching hands. Part of me is ready to turn into a caveman every time some man reaches out and tries to grab her, but Jenna seems to be doing fine without me, so I stay in my corner.

  The club has such a lively environment and there’s always a lot to be seen. The time passes quickly as I watch the room and Jenna. It feels like barely any time has passed when Jenna approaches me, but I glance down at my watch and see it’s been almost five hours since the doors opened. “It’s time for the dance!” Jenna informs me, once she reached my spot along the wall.

  I tag along behind her into the Viewing room and find a quiet spot in a corner between two sets of curtains. From here I can clearly see the stage, in case Jenna gets into trouble, but I also have the perfect vantage spot to watch the Patrons of the club that are in the room. I’ve been trying to note any Patrons that seem to be too interested in Jenna, adding them as potential suspects involved in the incidents of the past few weeks.

  While I’m surveying the room, Jenna steps onto the stage with five other scantily clad girls, including Katia. A few wolf whistles sound from various tables within the room. The room is packed full of Patrons, the anticipation for this part of the night is clearly high.

  Once the girls ascend the steps to the stage, a sultry beat begins pumping through the room and the girls start the gyrate their hips to the beat. Spreading across the stage, some girls take to the poles, showing their skills as they work up and down.

  Jenna and Katia remain center stage, bringing the fronts of their bodies close together. Jenna slowly dips down low with her legs spread, while Katia remains upright. More cheers and whistles come from the crowd. Jenna slowly rises and continues dancing. The two of them rub their bodies together, tangling limbs on stage.

  After a moment she makes eye contact with Katia, pulling her hair to her front and turning around to show her back to Katia. Katia unclips the top that Jenna has on, slowly dragging it down her arms and letting it fall to the floor. Jenna shimmies in only a pair of skimpy panties and some pasties. Watching her mostly naked body on stage, I’m about to lose my mind to lust.

  I survey the rest of the stage realizing the other girls are as naked, if not more so than Jenna now. My gaze quickly finds Jenna again and now she has taken to the pole. Katia is also less dressed than before and still stands in the center of the stage.

  The dance ends after another couple minutes of sexual torture. I close my eyes, but I can still see Jenna moving her sexy, curvy body to the beat behind my eyelids. I shake my head and reopen my eyes.

  I need a cold shower.

  Chapter 8

  Jenna

  After seeing me dance, Alex remains quiet for the rest of the night. I feel like it’s safe to assume that he’s been completely deterred from his attraction to me, by my profession and the dance. He probably didn’t understand what my job is really like until he saw me dance on the stage tonight. The other nights in the club, we mostly avoided the Viewing Room, so he hadn’t seen much of it before.

  I try not to feel too disappointed. Alex is incredibly attractive, he’s also very sweet and thoughtful. But it’s not like I really expected anything to happen between us anyways. He’s in my life for work, that’s it.

  I finish up my night serving a few tables in the Gambling Room again, with Alex on watch near the bar sipping on an ice water. Once the last Patrons have left the Club for the night, I lock the front door. Alex watches from afar as I finish up the last bit of cleaning for the night before rounding up the remaining Escorts and Guards to let them out the back door.

  Once everyone is out, I turn to Alex, “Hey, I just need a few minutes to clear out the cash and place it in the safe, and then we can head out.”

  I try not to be too disappointed when he doesn’t verbally respond, just offers a brief nod of his head.

  I gather the cash and head into my office. I fly through the tallies that make up the evening closing procedures, then shut off my computer, conduct a final sweep of the office to make sure nothing important is left out and lock up the safe. I gesture to Alex that we can step out the door and close and lock the office behind us.

  Alex helps me to do a final walk of the club, to make sure no stragglers are left behind. Once we’re sure everyone is out, we walk out the back door together and head to my apartment in silence.

  After we get inside and Alex calls out the ‘All Clear’, I head straight to the kitchen to prep some coffee. I need to keep my hands busy and get some space from Alex to think things through. Alex is hot. No one is denying that. But it would be a massive mistake to get involved with a cop, considering my profession. Anyone would say that.

  It’s just that he’s around so much right now. We’ve spent a ton of time together and the more I get to know him, the more I find myself liking him. Not only is he broodingly handsome with a sexy body, but he also is witty and kind. The girls at the club have been swooning over him all week.

  Plus he has been my protector, and my source of comfort over the last two weeks. Those two things are playing a large factor in making him more attractive to me at this point of my life. He’s not someone I would normally go after.

  He’s not my type. Our attraction is circumstantial. End of story.

  I just have to keep repeating those lines to myself. I’ll get through this.

  No matter how attractive Alex looks in my office, cooking in my apartment, drinking coffee at my table... sleeping shirtless on my couch, he’s not for me. He’s for some girl that has a clean, altruistic profession like him. A nice third grade teacher, maybe.

  I keep trying to talk myself down from my attraction to Hot Cop Alex, as I head into my bedroom and begin stripping off my lingerie from tonight. I wince as I peel off my pasties, then walk into my bathroom and open the shower to turn on the water.

  I’m so lost in thought, I don’t realize the shower is already on and I am staring at a very naked Alex with my hand on the handle to the shower door. He’s facing the wall with the showerhead, water streaming down his naked body, with one hand wrapped around a very impressive and very hard cock.

  My jaw drops open as I rake my gaze down his body. I stand there immobile, naked and suddenly incredibly turned on. Alex is built. His broad shoulders are impressive, his eight-pack glorious, but his seeing his cock gripped in his hand is enough to make me salivate. Alex’s eyes shoot open and he turns his head to stare at me, but doesn’t remove his hand. If anything, seeing me standing there, his hand looks like it squeezes a bit tighter.

  I stand there for a second longer, my eyes fixated on Alex’s hand. Slowly, so slowly I don’t notice right away, Alex begins to move his hand up his shaft, then back down again. I watch transfixed as Alex pleasures himself in the shower, while I stand outside with my hand still on the door. He lets out a deep, low groan, and my nipples tighten, aching for his touch.

  I start to take a step towards the shower when, in the background, I hear a hard knock on the door to the apartment. The sound shakes me from my trance. I glance up and see that Alex is still staring at me, his eyes filled with desire. I take a deep breath and a quick step back, closing the door, and hightailing it out of the bathroom. I have to leave before I change my mind and try to join Alex in the shower.

  I head to the door, to look through the peephole to see who knocked at the door. The light on the porch must have burnt out recently, the switch is on but the bulb outside isn’t lit. Although it’s technically early morning at this point, it’s still too dark to clearly see outside through the pe
ephole. I strain my eye but nothing is visible except a wall of darkness. I rest my hand on the door handle, deciding whether or not to open the door. I startle when a warm hand is placed over mine, preventing me from turning the knob.

  Alex stands behind me, droplets of water running down his body collecting on the towel wrapped around his waist. His wet hair stands straight up on top, as if he just ran his hand through it. “Let me,” he says in a husky voice, rubbing his thumb casually across the back of my hand. I turn to face him, and realize that I’m still naked when my skin brushes lightly against his. I step aside to give him space to access the door and wrap one of the blankets from the back of the couch around my naked body. Alex places his eye against the peephole, then steps back. “Stay here for a second,” he instructs.

  He strides into the bedroom, returning a moment later dressed, sans shoes. He checks me over and nods when he spots my cell phone in my hand. I had left it on the kitchen counter when we came home earlier and picked it up while I was waiting for Alex to come back to the door. He motions for me to stand behind the door to his left, after I move, he unlocks the deadbolt, and pulls the door open.

  Alex shines a flashlight, which I hadn’t noticed in his hand, out onto the front porch. Starting left and sweeping right. He pauses for a second on the front mat, then continues the sweep. He shines the light directly down the stairwell, satisfied no one is in the porch area.

  He turns to me, stating, “Don’t panic.” Which instantly puts me on alert and raises my heart rate. He continues speaking calm and low, “Someone brought you another dead animal. It looks like a cat this time.”

  I make a small noise in my throat. Part fear, part heartbreak for these poor animals that someone is brutalizing to try and scare me. Alex shuts the front door and engages the deadbolt, then turns back to me. He wraps me in a warm embrace, whispering soothing words and rubbing his hands down my back.

  I appreciate his comfort, but I also know we need to take care of the dead animal on my porch. I step out of the circle of his arms and look up at him, adopting a determined expression. “I’ll help you, we need to clean up the porch and both get some sleep before we head to the station later.”

  I dash into my room and throw on some shorts and a tank, ditching the blanket from the back of my couch, when I return Alex has my cleaning gloves on and is already holding a trashbag.

  Together, Alex and I make quick work of bagging up the cat and the rug from my front porch. Alex calls another pair of officers, the two from the hospital: Steele and Smith, to come pick up the bag to take it to the police station. We spend about twenty minutes answering their questions to file another police report before they take the bag and head out.

  Once the officers are gone, I turn to Alex, “Would you like some chamomile tea? I’m going to make some to help wind down before bed.”

  Alex smirks, “I don’t think I’ve ever had chamomile tea.” Then in a terrible British accent, he mimics a show that we’ve been watching together, “I’ll take a cuppa if ye offerin’.”

  I’m still chuckling as I fill the kettle to prepare the tea. After a few minutes, it screams at me that it’s ready and I pour water into a mug for each of us, adding a tea bag and leaving them on the counter to steep for a few minutes. While we wait, I start wiping down the counters while Alex turns on the TV to the news. Once the tea is finished, we both grab a mug and sit at my table, enjoying our tea in a comfortable silence with the news playing quietly.

  Afterwards, we go about our nightly routine. We brush our teeth in the bathroom together, our new domestic relationship finding a normal routine. Like the kiss, we avoid talking about the shower incident.

  Alex crawls into his makeshift bed on the couch, as I pull the covers over my body and we both call out Goodnight after I shut off the light.

  I quickly fall into a deep sleep.

  I wake a bit disoriented, with a warm, heavy weight draped across my lower half. I’m barely covered with the blanket, yet I’m still warm and cozy. I drift in a state of half sleep for a bit, snuggling into the warmth, and listening to the soothing sounds of Alex’s deep breathing. I nestle deeper into the bulge that’s pressing into my backside. Once I realize what I’m doing, I wake up suddenly, with wide eyes. I turn my face to the side and see Alex’s peaceful, sleeping face beside me in bed. Sensing my movement, he wraps his arm around me tighter and pulls the back of my body flush against his front.

  Although Alex has a very nice body and having him in my bed is quite comfortable, I’m confused as to how he ended up here in the first place. I try to discretely run my hands down my body to check for clothes, without rubbing down further onto the bulge pressing against me, now in a much more intimate position than before. I let out a small sigh of relief when I feel that I’m fully clothed. At least I didn’t participate in sleep sex.

  I run a gentle hand up and down Alex’s arm, hoping to wake him up in a peaceful manner, so that he doesn’t freak out when he wakes up in my bed. My plan backfires when Alex starts to grind his hard cock against my ass. Unintentionally, I arch my back into it and let out a low moan. It’s been a while since I’ve been touched intimately. Alex winds a hand into my shorts and begins to rub my clit, even in his sleep. I moan again and gasp out, “Alex!”

  “Jenna?” Alex says in a groggy voice. Stilling his movements but staying in place, gripping my hip lightly with one hand, the other still in my shorts.

  “Uh hey,” I respond, “I woke up and we were both in the bed…” I trail off as Alex starts to run his hand from my hip, up my body. He cups my breast in his hand, it’s almost a perfect handful in his palm. He then brushes his thumb over my taut nipple. He syncs the movement with his fingers in my panties and I arch further back into him. Alex starts to grind against my ass again, and peppers kisses against my neck and shoulder.

  I’m so wet, I can feel it soaking through my panties. I’m sure that Alex can feel it. Feel how much I want him, as I soak his hand. I want to cry out in frustration as he continues his maddening pace of grinding against me, and lightly circling my clit, but without enough pressure to make me come.

  Finally, he slips his other hand down my body, pushing my panties and shorts down my legs. He circles my clit more aggressively with his fingers on one hand. I cry out in a breathy voice, “More please, please more.” Like it’s my new mantra. I’m so close from his teasing that once strums his thumb across my clit a few more times, and thrusts one of his fingers deep inside me, I’m coming hard on his hand with breathy moans of his name.

  I’m floating in post orgasmic bliss, and flip around for some of Alex’s drugging kisses. He tangles his hands into my hair and peppers kisses along my forehead, my cheeks, my chin and my nose before finally sealing his lips to mine. Alex is grinding against me as he devours my mouth and I slip my hand down the front of his boxers to grip his hard length. He gives a low grown against my mouth, encouraging me to swirl my thumb across the head, rubbing in the bit of precum there.

  I slowly slide my hand up and down a few times, abandoning his shaft to lightly squeeze his balls. When I return my hand to his thick length, I pump a bit harder and faster, and soon he is thrusting into my hand. He fucks my hand gripped around his cock, moving his hips upwards in sync with my motions. His kisses become sloppier and he groans against my mouth again, until he suddenly stills. I can feel his seed spurting into his boxers and coating my hand that’s still wrapped around his cock.

  Alex offers me a few more lazy kisses before he excuses himself from the bed. He goes into the bathroom to clean himself up, while I remain laying there. When he emerges from the bathroom, he has a pensive look on his face.

  He looks into my eyes and asks me the last question on my mind, after the events of this morning. “Are you ready to go to the station to talk to Chief?”

  Alex and I make it to the station within the hour. Both of us freshly showered and dressed casually in jeans. Alex’s Chief, Matt, meets us by the elevator and escorts us back to his of
fice, like he did the last time that I visited the station.

  Once the door is closed and we’re all seated, Matt finally brings up the reason for our visit. “Jenna, I asked Roth to bring you here so we could talk about some evidence that we’ve found in relation to your case.” He pauses to pull a file out of his desk drawer, placing it between us, “During the forensics analysis following the attack at your apartment, we found a partial print on the window sill. The print belonged to an Ian Orlov, does that name sound familiar to you at all?”

  I shake my head ‘no’ as an answer to Matt’s question. He opens the folder in front of him before continuing, “I didn’t think it would. Even if you met him, it’s unlikely that he would’ve used his real name. I want you to look at his photo, to see if you recognize him.”

  Matt pulls a photo out of the folder and places it in front of me on the desk. I pick up the picture and scour the man in the photo, looking for any features that I recognize. The man is tall and pale with light brown hair and angry eyes. I tell Matt the truth, despite the fact that it’s incredibly unhelpful. “I’ve never met this man before in my life.”

  Matt lets out a hard breath, “I was hoping that having a photo of him would spark some sort of recognition that would help us to find a motive.” Matt pulls another photo of the file and places it in front of me as well. “Ian Orlov is connected to the man in this photo, he’s a powerful figure in their organization named Pavel Zaystev.”

  I pick the second photo off the desk and look it over. This photo is much grainier than the first. It’s difficult to make out the man’s features, he looks older than the first man, tall and lean, with white hair. I glance up from the photo to Matt, “It’s hard to tell much from this photo, but he doesn’t look familiar either.”

  Matt nods his head, like he expected as much. “Can you think of anything that would make the Bratva target you?”