by Grey, T. A.
Was he just a tease? Anger quickly built inside her. She had the urge to punch him in that sexy mouth. She pushed him instead. He looked as startled as she was. Of course, he'd barely moved three inches. She glared at him and turned to leave. She saw him reach for her, but she evaded him and waited for him in the pristine white hallway.
She was wrong if she thought the hallway would keep her safe.
He came at her and pushed her shoulders hard enough to knock her back into the wall, hard. Then he came down on her and kissed her until she felt it down to her toes. He grabbed her neck, cupped her bottom, and brought her hard against him.
Oh God, he was hard. Big and hard against her soft core where she was swollen and so ready. He slid his tongue inside her mouth and thrust in heavy pulses. Her cunt throbbed painfully and wept cream in answer. Her body didn't seem to understand that it wasn't her pussy he was trying to stroke...or maybe it was.
His fingers squeezed her with strong, possessive strokes. As she grabbed his head and angled her mouth across his delicious one, she wondered why she'd never given a man's hands a passing thought. Because this man had hands to die for. All too soon, he pulled back from her, breathing hard.
Her throat burned to breathe in gulps of air. "What was that?"
He looked so serious for a moment it unnerved her. "Something quite different. Come on, I'll show you the rest of the facility and then you can tell me all about yourself."
"That isn't why I'm here. I have a job to do."
"And yet you just had your tongue down my throat, and your pussy is so wet I could slide easily inside you."
Her cheeks burned hard and she looked away from him.
Touché, Cade. Touché.
Chapter 5
"I'm going to need to talk to your employees."
"You mean interrogate them.” Lina had a feeling she was in a little bit over her head with this man. She must be desperate, because she wanted a man who owned a sex club. Yeah, she was definitely off her rocker. How could she even introduce someone like that to her friends, her family?
Hey Mom, this is Cade. He owns a sex club downtown.
Oh, the Midnight Sex Shop, her mother would say in her high voice. I’ve been there, dear. Have you tried the Bubble Gum Room?
Yeah, that would go over so well.
"No, I don't plan on interrogating anyone until I have a suspect. For now though I need to talk one on one with them. If someone has heard something or worse then I'll be able to tell."
He lifted a brow at her as he pulled out a chair for her. How gallant. She took the seat and he sat next to her in front of the dozen of screens that monitored all areas of the club. The control room, a.k.a the cockpit, according to Cade.
"Are you a mind reader then?"
She looked at him hard. "Just that good. Listen, you don't get to be a cop and not notice these things. It doesn't always work, but when you've seen people lie and tell the truth enough, you get a feel for it. Not only that but body language plays a big part in it. If someone is antsy at my line of questioning then it might be for a good reason."
He spun her chair to face his. His big legs stretched out to cover her much smaller legs. He leaned towards her, his hands resting firmly, hotly on her spread knees. "What's my body language telling you, Detective?"
That you want me.
She didn't need to be a detective to read that. His eyes were dilated, the pulse at his neck faster than it should be since he was sitting, and looking down his body, that couldn't be ignored. His cock was a hard bulge in his trousers.
"You know what it's telling me. Can we get to work now? I've had enough playing around for the day." She had to keep things professional, couldn’t keep kissing or flirting with this man when she had a job to do.
He threw his head back and laughed. It was a rich, delicious sound. Damn, when had she started referring to men as delicious? He wasn't a damn food. She licked her lips at the taut tendons in his neck. Or maybe he was. She could easily lick and bite that.
"I'm not nearly done playing with you, Lina. In fact, I haven't really started. Remember you agreed to have me around." He leaned forward again, his big body invading her space. His breath smelled of coffee and passed along her lips. "Besides, I haven't discovered all of your fantasies yet, and I plan to."
She frowned. "Why would you care what my fantasies are? I mean really is your fantasy to chase women who obviously don't want you and who think what you do is disgusting?" His big hands crawled up her thighs. Her breath caught in her throat.
“So now you're interested in my fantasies, Lina? Well, you'll have to do more than ask me to find that out. I happen to care about what pleases you, Detective. I already told you there's something between us. This isn't something I feel often. I'm an explorer as well as a businessman. I'd like to discover what this is between us. And don't lie to yourself, Lina." His lips passed over hers so gently, a feathery touch, and then a warm whisper in her ear. "You want me very much. You want me to take you so badly your panties are wet. You ache inside just as my cock aches to be inside you. Isn't that right, Lina?" He pulled back, his eyes tracing over her face. His lips pulled into a slow smile.
"You don't know anything about me, Mr. Vanderoth. Now can we get back to work?" Her words were spoken through tight lips, but nothing she could do could hide her hard nipples or blush.
Cade leaned back with a cocky smile she wanted to hit off his face. He showed her the camera controls that watched over the club and explained to her how she could work them if she wanted to see something. "I'd like to see some of the employees right now. Who's free right now?"
"I'll take you to the break room, but I won't have you interrogating my employees. You may ask questions nicely, casually. I don’t want to raise any suspicions."
"Thank you, boss. Now can we go?" He stood and led her down to the break room. When he followed her in, she stopped him. "I need to do this alone. They will feel more pressure if their boss is hanging over my shoulder. You said you don't want this to be an interrogation, right?"
He didn't look happy, but he nodded. "Meet me in the control room when you're done." Only after he was gone could she breathe freely. The man affected her too much where she was concerned. And that she was actually contemplating sleeping with him was beyond crazy. She never slept with someone from an investigation. Hell, he could not only be lying about the child pornography, but could be in on it, though her gut told her no. That wasn't the way this man worked.
Lina stepped into the break room and took a deep breath. Two males and three women were drinking coffee and eating a late-night breakfast. The scene might not be unusual except the blonde male had hair down to his waist and was wearing only a black bowtie and a thong that cupped his sex like a hand. Lina gulped. The other man was bald and built like a bodybuilder. He wore earrings in his ears, nose, nipples, and when he laughed at something one of the women said, she saw the glint of metal in his mouth.
Her eyes traveled over to the women. It was like seeing three characters from different movies sitting next to each other. A woman with Asian features had her hair pulled back into a severe bun. She wore black-rimmed glasses and a grey and white pinstriped suit that clung to her petite body. She looked harder and realized there was no blouse under the jacket.
The next woman was a teenage boy's fantasy. She was tan, tall, and blonde. She wore a red negligee outfit that clearly showed her very perky, very big breasts and long legs to perfection. The last woman was another fantasy come to life. A red plaid mini-skirt, a white blouse cut off at the midriff, and a braid down her back. The schoolgirl.
Linaa approached the table. They quieted as they saw her. Good, they knew she wasn't from around here.
"Hello, I'm Detective Lina Blackmore. I'm performing an investigation here, and I was wondering if you could answer some questions for me."
The five looked at each other then back at her. The bald man spoke up first. "You have permission to be here?"
"Mr. V
anderoth showed me here himself. If you want, I can give him a call and have him talk to you. I understand your hesitation."
"No, I saw him come in with her," the schoolgirl said. Her voice was normal, feminine but not cutesy or husky or anything special. She didn't know why but that surprised her.
"What's this about?" the blonde Chippendale asked.
"I'm investigating some rumors about possible child pornography."
The women's mouth opened, while the men broke out into laughter. Damn, that wasn't the reaction she'd been hoping for.
"Detective, the youngest thing we have here is 20. That's as low as Cade will go, and they're not allowed to even drink with their guests." The other’s nodded with him.
"I don't understand. How did this rumor start? I can tell you there are no rumors like that going on here," Ms. Suit said.
"We received an anonymous tip down at the station. I'm simply here to find out if the tip holds any merit. Naturally something like this isn't taken lightly." There was an awkward silence; everyone looked down.
"You could try talking to Sara. She's the manager around here. Knows everything about everything, you know what I mean? She's the eyes of this place, aside from Carlos of course," the blonde woman said.
"And what are your names?"
"I'm Sam," the bowtie man said. "The baldie is Lou, Ms. Saigon is Alice, the blonde bombshell is Renee, and the schoolgirl here is Ashley." Normal names, seemingly normal people. If she just pretended this was Halloween then this would be totally normal.
"Nice to meet you. Lina Blackmore here. So tell me, who's this woman that's the eyes of this place and who's Carlos?"
Alice spoke. "Carlos sits in the control room watching us constantly. It's his job to make sure nothing bad happens to us."
Lina frowned. "But there are a lot of employees and only so many monitors in the control room. How does he watch everyone?"
Lou leaned forward, the muscles in his arms, chest, and neck bulging. Wow. "We have sweepers; that's what we call them. They are always walking the floors, listening, watching to make sure nothing gets out of control. The manager, Sara, is one of them. Course she also schedules us and plans events and so on."
"I see. So have any of you heard anything about clients wanting something more extreme or dangerous, or have any of them tried to order something that wasn't on the menu?"
Sam shrugged then said, "Last week I had a guy want to piss on me. We may do some extreme fetishes here, but for health reasons defecating and urinating on the employees is a no-no."
“Plus it’s gross,” Renee said with a laugh.
Lina couldn't stop the laugh from coming. The others joined in and it almost felt like a normal conversation.
"If you want to talk about clients who order on the 'extreme' side of things, then you need to talk to Rebecca, Don, Henry, and Madeline."
Lina pulled out her black notebook, wrote down the names, and made a few notes. She said her thanks and left the break room. She hesitated outside. She'd told him she'd meet him in the control room, but instead she turned in the opposite direction and decided to see what she could find when the boss man wasn't around.
Chapter 6
Lina walked into the main hall, the one at the top of the main staircase. Cade had said this part of the floor was for the rich voyeurs. Lina couldn’t keep her gaze from watching the current occupants.
A tall man with a skinny body had two employees on their knees in front of him, a redhead and a brunette. He jerked off as they opened their mouths eagerly. Lina felt like her eyes were trying to escape her skull. The man's cock was swollen and hard. He panted with excitement and let out a long groan as semen started spurting from his cock. He sprayed each of the women in the face, in their open mouths. They moaned as if they liked it and swallowed after he finished.
Lina flushed hard and beat a quick retreat down a neighboring hallway. A door to one of the private rooms opened and the woman she was looking for came out. She looked startled for a second and said something to whoever was inside, then closed the door sharply behind her.
Lina approached Sara. The woman was entirely too beautiful. Stunning really. She was average height, but nothing else about her was ordinary. Her eyes were a gorgeous blue like the ocean in the tropics. Her hair was blonde but looked natural, thick, and shiny. Her body was perfect. Just enough hip to be curvy and not a Coke bottle, just enough breasts to be sexy and full and not fake. Even her ass looked rounded and firm in the leather jumpsuit she wore today.
"What do you want?"
Lina arched a brow. "I'd like to have a few words with you if that's all right." The woman scoffed and turned down the hallway.
"Fine, but do try to keep up. I have things to do."
Lina looked back at the room Sara left. "What room is that?"
Sara's back stiffened. It was faint, but Lina didn't miss the natural reaction. "It's a private room. One of our customers is in there now. What do you want to know, Detective?" Biting words if she'd ever heard them.
"Have you had any clients asking about services you don't actually offer? Things off the menu, let's say."
Sara stopped and turned, her head cocked to the side. "Hmm. Well, every few weeks we have customers trying to get golden showers, dirty Sanchez’s, and those kinds of things. But that's not uncommon. In fact, we have a list of clients who are 'repeated triers' as we call them. They come in, order a party or a woman, whatever, then try to get in something we don't do. It never works, but their men with money and think if they offer enough or ask enough, they'll get it." Sara rolled her heavily made up eyes. They glittered with green and black makeup. It fit her eyes very well.
I'm not jealous.
"Has there been anyone new or asking for something a little more extreme than golden showers."
Sara sighed and crossed her arms. "Let's see. We had a customer take a bath in champagne with one of our girls a week or two ago. We had to call our in-house doctor to make sure it was safe and sanitary for her to be in there."
"Have any clients been blacklisted, say, in the past six months?"
"No. The last customer we got rid of was over a year ago."
"All right. Do you know where I can find Carlos?"
Sara's face turned into a grimace. "Listen, I have work to do. You know, that's why I'm here. Go ask your questions to someone else. I've done my part."
Lina watched the woman walk away. "Barbie bitch," she said under her breath. She took out her notebook and made a few notes. When she turned she found herself facing the man she didn't want to see. He had a terrible habit of making her heart stutter in her chest. The man was going to give her a heart attack.
"Did you come looking for me?" Her fingers twitched, she hoped like hell she didn’t sound as hopeful as she thought she did.
"Just checking to make sure the claws were in on both of you."
She snorted. "I don't need claws when I have a gun." Cade's lips quirked into a faint smile.
"I have something to show you."
"About the case? I need to speak with Carlos. I heard he worked in the control room, but I didn't see him when we were up there."
Cade grabbed her hand. The sensation was so startling she almost lost her footing. His hand was warm and big in hers. It made her feel small and very feminine. He laced his fingers through hers and pulled her through another white door. She didn't get to see what kind of room it was, because he tugged her through another inner door. He let go of her hand then, and she curled her hand into a fist at the loss of heat.
Lina's mouth didn't fall open like it wanted to because she'd seen more shocking things than this. Hell, just ten minutes ago she saw a man jerking off on two women's faces. It excited her. She hated to admit it, she really hated it, but it did.
She had never actually been much of a prude but in her mind, some things were made for the porno movies and some for real life. What she was seeing now, she wasn't sure which category it belonged.
Through a win
dow about the size of her sliding glass door at her house, she watched two couples watching each other have sex. No, it wasn't that simple. A man with two very beautiful women—had to be employees—watched a man and woman fucking through a clear partition. Lina's pussy tightened and wetness escaped into her panties. She made herself stand still and not squirm. Cade obviously had wanted her to see this. Good because she couldn’t tear her damn eyes away.
The women touched the man everywhere; one dropped to her knees and licked his cock in long strokes. The other bent down too and ran her hands up his legs, over his ass and chest. When one woman settled into a blowjob, the other licked his balls. The man didn't close his eyes or throw back his head in pleasure though. He told the girls they were amazing and watched the couple through the partition.
The couple through the partition didn't look like employees. They looked like people who could easily be her neighbors. The woman was tan, something she got from the sun and not a bed, and her husband was losing just a little of his hair on top. They looked like a married couple. The love in their eyes couldn't be faked nor the familiarity with which they stroked each other.
The man, her husband, grabbed her thighs and pushed her knees forward and out, opening her to him. The woman panted and turned to stare at the man with the two women. Her husband then did too, as if he had some sort of permission. The two women rubbed their breasts, their asses swaying, and made soft noises. A hot lick of heat swept through her, she could feel her own cheeks blushing, her own breaths falling short as she watched.
Then two hands cupped her waist from behind. She froze at his touch. Scared and excited. Her stomach tightened, her pussy clenched on emptiness. She was dying to know if he’d touch her. Would he bring his hands up to cup her breasts? Or maybe pass one big hand down and cup her pussy. She shivered thinking how much she wanted that. The sense of the unknown haunted her as she watched on, his big hands cupping her waist.