A daring Detective and her downfall!

[jenwishuknew]

A daring Detective and her downfall! {litshark + jenwishuknew}

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An FBI detective, Priyanka Shofra, was working the case that recently came forth. Matter of fact, it was in her destiny to have landed in this city after getting promoted and now, a homicide case that was not only linked to other similar cases but also human trafficking. Perhaps, the detective's a newbie and the fact that no one else wanted to take up this case that the head of the department had put her on the case, alone!

So far, she had a clean record, working by the books and not making silly mistakes like many people did. She was clean as a slate meaning she never took a bribe from anyone and always tried for justice to triumph. A young girl, 19 years old, college student was murdered and dumped in an alley, one of many girls who were found at different location in the surrounding area.

After working the case and inquiring by the dead girl's friends, she learned that she didn't have a job but mentioned that she may have taken up something recently, cash. They said that the girl recently spoke about a strip club who was hiring her under the table, meaning she'd get paid in cash than a check. It was her doing in a way because she didn't want her parents to find out about this.

Whatever the case, the detective had to solve this mystery and had no idea where this would lead to. If the information was correct, she knew she had to check out the club. If she went in with her guns blazing and flashing her badge, she knew that no one would talk. No one. And she needed answers. It was about 10 pm on a Friday night and she decided to leave her badge that she was holding in her hands, debating to whether go undercover or actually go like a casual customer would. She tossed her gun and the badge in the glove compartment before she stepped out of her car and walked towards the door where two tall, hunky looking men didn't bother collecting cover fee, said the girls go in for free. The club sure looked fancy and this was the first time she was ever going into a strip club. Once she entered, she made her way to the bar, hoping to find someone who would spill some beans, some secrets about the club.

 

[LitShark]

The club was packed on any given Friday night, but this Friday in particular it was packed elbows to assholes—if the fire Marshall had decided to do a surprise inspection, they would have certainly been over capacity. Andre was doing his level best to keep up with the crowd of people packed in around the bar, raining bottlecap after bottlecap onto the floor and sliding beers along the bar to their patrons as others pushed toward the front.

A dark haired beauty caught Andre’s eye at the far end of the bar, a body to kill for, Andre knew that the boss would want to meet her, a girl with an ass like that…“Hi there, sexy. What’s your poison?” Andre asked, leaning over the bar until his face was brushing against the woman’s hair in order to be heard over the music. Jasmine was just beginning her set and the crowd was getting rowdier, somewhere in the background a bottle shattered on the ground.

Above the chaos on the club level, from behind his two-way mirror that comprised the back wall of Reed St. Martin’s office the man himself watched the beautiful but conservatively dressed woman approach the bar, she was distinctive because her eyes never once ventured to the stage where Jasmine was absolutely lighting the floor on fire, nor did she spare a glance to the half sex-mad patrons who would have done anything to relieve their raging hardons—no, this woman was after something much more dangerous than booze, drugs or sex—she was after information.

Reed called down to the door, reaching Dominic, his head of security, “Dom, we got a rat in the basement, I need you to bring her to me, as soon as you can. Yes, absolutely. Do that please,” he commanded casually, pouring a glass of exquisite Scotch over chilled stones.

 

[jenwishuknew]

Priyanka had no idea that tonight's the night her life was going to take a turn for better or worse. She had only one thing on her mind and that was to solve this case that’s gone cold. It’s actually been a while and she knew why the department head gave her this case. He didn’t want her butting in other cases and to keep her occupied or rather, distracted since she was a newbie, transferred from another city after excellently working a few cases there. She’d have to prove herself to be respected…as her father always told her. He died at the hands of some criminal and that was her motivation to become what she’s become today. She had no one to prove to but her father because she owed him that much. Besides, the police force and such bureaus are heavily dominated by men so it's always hard for a woman to make her mark. But, she had done it at her previous precinct and she would do it here again.

She could hear the loud base as she made her way into the gentleman's club, The Bliss, first the dark hallway through which she walked down to enter the main area. The word on the street was it was a perfect spot for men who enjoyed such places! Her eyes took in all the lights and the fancy interior décor, the glasses on the wall and the strobe lights…all of it! Suffice to say, it was nothing like the clubs she’d been to when raiding a place. This place looked a lot of notches higher than you typical strip club. And then of course, there were girls who were strippers, dancing with almost nothing on. The strip club wouldn’t be a strip club without strippers and patrons.

She knew that the case was cold and anyone from the club or the patrons could be the reason for the death of that young girl. And it wasn’t just that girl but many others that had been either murdered or gone missing in the same manner. So was the suspicion that this is a work of some sadist or someone, maybe a group of people who had some power. Because, covering up these many unsolved cases would definitely take someone with deep pockets. She yet had to find concrete connections between all the cases but previous detectives have given up when they found nothing to go on with. Little did she knew, they were handsomely paid to leave these kinds of cases alone. Her detective-trained eyes took in everything, noticing the cameras, the bouncers, the working girls, patrons, bartenders behind the bar and even the girls who were serving drinks in their skimpy outfits.

Priyanka moved further into the club as she came over to bar, thinking some chit chat with the bartender may give her some idea, a clue to go on with. She flashed him a pretty smile as she hopped up on a tall bar stool, leaning just a bit so he can hear her as he was leaning into her as well, "Ahh, I will have..um that tip jar! Hmm you must make a lot in tips!" She noticed the lower bill in that jar was a ten dollar bill. "I am just kidding. I will have..." She pouted her lips and ran her hand through her fluffy hair, "...I can't decide. Just give me something strong. Seems like the right thing after having a rough day! Whatever poison you want me to drink" she said the last few words in murmurs that he may be able to hear her if he listened carefully. She didn't want to just come in here, demanding answers or something about if they hired girls by paying them cash in the form of their payment. It just sounded odd and so, she would continue to inquire in a different way, one that wouldn’t cause alarm, “Though really, that’s a lot of tip. I wish I was working the bar with you. Maybe we can split it up.” She chuckled at him and if the owner’s dog would come around, they would soon realize that she posed no threat. Just another customer, nothing else.

 

[LitShark]

Andre scrunched up his brow at the mention of the tip jar, doing his best to be casual as he slid it back toward himself. A man would have probably got his lights knocked out for even joking about stealing from the bar—or from anywhere for that matter, but since this bar patron was as beautiful as she was, Andre just let the inappropriate comments pass.

“Something strong,” Andre repeated with a nod, grabbing up several bottles of unlabeled liquor and tossing them over a scoop of ice inside of a cocktail shaker, “I can do that.”

The mixture of potent alcohol was shaken expertly by Andre, who was keeping a leery watch on Priyanka, occasionally glancing up at the large, mirrored window that overlooked the club—it made Andre nervous that this woman kept referencing his tip jar. When the mixture was ready he tipped one cup into the other and poured the contents into a glass over a few perfectly clear ice cubes. Somehow, the combination of ingredients poured a neon shade of green in spite of the fact that none of the ingredients had been that color. Lastly, Andre floated a thin layer of purple cough syrup, sometimes known as “lean,” across the top of the drink. It was incredibly strong, but managed to taste sweet from how it was mixed.

“Here you go, Tokyo tea with a Texas floater,” Andre smiled, sliding a straw into the glass and pushing it over to Priyanka, “that’ll be fifteen.”

“No need,” Tank, the bouncer from the door said sternly, “the boss would like to buy this young lady’s drink. Also, he’d like to make your acquaintance, Miss. If you’d kindly follow me, you can bring your drink.”

“Enjoy,” Andre smiled before turning back to the mob clamoring for more drink, “hopefully I’ll see you again soon.”

Tank led Priyanka across the main floor of the club to a sturdy metal door that he knocked on, using a special, rhythmic knock to announce his presence. A few moments later a loud latch could be heard opening and the door slid open. “Just up the stairs, Miss. No need to be nervous, Reed just likes to personally welcome any beautiful women who frequent his establishment. He’s old fashioned like that.”

With that said, Tank closed the door behind her with a loud, metallic slam, leaving her alone in the dimly lit corridor with Dom, who just leered at her, waiting for her to climb the stairs so that he could continue eye-fucking her from behind.

 

[jenwishuknew]

Priyanka watched him pull the jar towards him, assuming she had her eyes set on that jar full if tip. She knew better to ease back, not wanting to create unnecessary confusion. She would work hard to get tips of her own when the time comes but for now, she was only trying to show him that she was indeed looking for a way to earn cash.

She nodded and smiled when he started fixing a drink for her, "Thanks" she said and started to just look around the place but nothing out of the ordinary. She'd take her eyes off while he fixed her a drink, unknowingly allowing him to keep a watch on her but he'd find a pretty girl sitting at the bar and nothing else.

Finally, turning back around to look at him with a smile about her face, "Wow, look at that! You're quite good at this. So, it's called a Tokyo tea?" she said and put it to her lips, finding the sweetness a bit tempting. She would have to sip on it slowly and if it was up to her, she would have spilled the glass's content on the floor when he wouldn't be looking, letting him assume she'd drank it all. "Thank you.. Andre?" she said and read his name tag before standing from the stool she was sitting on to get some cash out of her back pocket of her jeans.

It was then, she heard someone speak to her from the sides, turning to find the bouncer who was standing by the door earlier. She wondered what was wrong at first. When he said that the boss wanted to meet her, her heart began to race thinking if she'd been made. "Sure... But what's this about?" she inquired even though she wanted to meet the man herself, she had to seem like a normal girl and normally, they'd inquire why the boss wanted to see them. "Hopefully! I'll see you soon."

"So, lead the way sir..." she said and let him usher her towards the metal door, noting the rhythmic knock to which the door opened from inside. "Reed... Is it?" she said as she was glad that she was noticed even in the clothes that she was wearing. Despite it all, the men would notice how petite her frame was. She then looked at another man that was inside and she walked past him, looking over her shoulder to find him follow her to make sure she was going on the right direction, towards another door. She still held the drink in her hand, sipping from it earlier but not if recently. She was curious to meet the person who had called upon her and what he may need?

 

[LitShark]

“Yes, that’s right,” Reed smiled, turning back from the tinted window overlooking the club, each of his teeth was perfectly white and straight, “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, miss. Since I haven’t yet had the pleasure of making your acquaintance.”

As he turned Reed had a glass of brown liquor, presumably Scotch with several small rocks that somewhat resembled charcoal bricks, in his other hand, he held a single red rose that he offered to his guest. He took a slow sip from his glass as he handed the rose to her.

“It’s a little tradition I started here, that if a beautiful woman comes in without a date for the first time, she should be my date for the rest of the evening… unless she refuses…” Reed sat down in his large, leather armchair looking seductively over the edge of his glass, “…which has never happened. Please, make yourself comfortable, have a seat.”

While Reed offered his guest a seat he set his glass on a coaster and rose to help her out of her leather jacket. “Won’t you allow me to take your jacket? I hope you’ll be willing to stay for a while.”

“I’ve noticed that since you’ve been here, you haven’t looked at the stage even once, which tells me that you’re not a lesbian, here for the talent, so I have to ask—what brings you into my little slice of heaven tonight? And what could I do to make your visit even more… blissful?”

Reed sat back on the other side of the table and raised his glass, offering a toast while his other hand opened the rich-smelling redwood humidor on his desk, filled with oily, aged Cuban cigars, if his guest had a taste for such things. He would get her anything she desired, as long as she allowed herself to be his—even if just for the night.

 

[jenwishuknew]

The door finally opened up to a savvy room which had the privilege of overlooking the club through the double mirror glass. She understood how this space would allow to keep an eye on guests who enters the club and people in attendance. She did come across the glass from outside but there were many around the club and she had no idea that the office was here.

Her eyes quickly lowered to the man sitting in chair who had just turned around with a perfect smile on his face. “I am sorry to hear that.” She raised her brow, wondering why this owner or manager was interested in getting acquainted with her. Whatever the case, she was where she exactly wanted to be. She walked further into his fancy office and the door shut behind her, leaving the two to get acquainted.

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Priyanak noticed him getting up a little to pass a rose to her which she took with a smile on her face, “Why thank you!” She said and listened to him speak, “I was going to ask you if she doesn’t want to? But you did say ‘unless she refuses.’ Well...” she said as she came around to take a seat in one of the comfy chair in front of his desk, “…it might just happen tonight. What I am the first one to turn your offer down?” She curiously inquired, wondering what he had to say about that.

She had just taken a seat when he stood up and came around, grasping her jacked from behind, standing up half way to smile over her shoulders, “Thank you and yes, I would love to be your date for the rest of the evening.” She said and shrugged her shoulders, pulling her hands out of the sleeves before she pulled at the bottom of her loose top to straighten her, “I must admit, I would have dressed better had I known I would be going on a date with the club’s manager…owner?” She inquired slyly before she took her seat again.

She looked at him as he went back around to take his seat and pull out a Cuban cigar that had a strong smell. She smiled softly at his claims, “Quiet observant. You’re right. I am not a lesbian. I simply came down here to have a drink after a shitty day of job hunting, but most importantly after seeing how much your employees make in tips, that has be quiet intrigued. I mean, I wouldn’t mind working a bar in this place, not much of a stripper. I am also good with accounts and managing things around this place if you would allow me. I do have some background experience since I worked for an accountant back home.” She rest her case before smiling softly, “Sorry, let me not bore you with all that. I don’t want my shitty day rubbing off onto you. Priyanka…and you are?” She said extending her hand for a shake.

 

[LitShark]

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Priyanka. I’m Reed St. Martin, and yes I own this club.” Reed smiled, hanging his new guest’s jacket on a rack by the door, “You strike me as a vodka soda kind of girl, Priyanka. Is that about right?”

Reed knew that Andre had probably lined her up with one of his uniquely strong cocktails, but it was important to keep her drinking, even if it was on the house. He moved across the large office to the wet bar where he used an ice pick to chip a few clear, smooth cubes from a much larger block that was resting in a bucket behind his selection of bottles. He poured a generous pour of Belvedere over the ice and finished with a fizzing splash of soda water before garnishing with a wedge of lime.

“Please,” Reed smiled as he made his way back over to his guest, handing her the crystal tumbler, “but if you don’t finish Andre’s special drink first I might have to fire him and give you his job.”

With this, Reed perched on the front edge of his desk, retrieving his own drink from the other side of the table and taking a slow sip from it.

“So, you’re looking for a job, huh? I might be able to help with that, since you seem less phased by the… atmosphere of this club. Have you ever served drinks before?” Reed asked, casually leaning against the front edge of his desk, “And more importantly, are you comfortable wearing practically nothing while getting catcalled by drunken assholes? If you answer yes to both, I’m certain that I will be able to help you with something.”

“Oh, and the patrons around here love to buy drinks for the bartenders, so you might need to prove that you can hold your liquor,” Reed smirked, pushing the glass that Priyanka had ordered downstairs closer to her on the table with a smile, “we don’t waste liquor in my club.”

 

[jenwishuknew]

The man seemed in charge and full of confidence, inviting her into his office when she didn’t even warrant seeing him. Over the next hour, she would have asked to but in that moment, sitting at the bar, she really was just testing water and nothing else. When he moved across his office to a bar, pouring some more liquor and bringing it over to her, she sat leaning back, “For me? Oh…thank you.” Gazing down at Andre’s drink and smiled at him, “Then I shouldn’t drink it. It may prove beneficial and I can end up getting his job.”

She said out loud but only was joking as he perched on the front edge of his desk and sipped on his drink. A job as a bartender would be good but she’d also need to be in and out of this office as it seems like a center point, a lion’s den where she maybe able to find some useful information. Besides, Reed was also a suspect, just like everyone else, until proven otherwise.

Pushing her dark flocks behind her ear, she smiled, nodding to answer his question, “You can?” She sat on the edge of her chair, “Yeah…back in college. I just have to brush up my bartending skills. But I should be able to pick up things quickly.” Taking a moment to plan what to say, “And like I said, I am also good with books, having worked under an accountant back in my country.” She sighed and snuck in an important part of her investigation; that was if the club paid cash to these girls, leaving no paper trail. “Yes…of course to both. As long as I am not stripping?”

When he pushed the drink towards her, she grabbed it and finished the drink she brought along from downstairs. And then took the glass Reed had served, taking a sip, she smiled, “You know the one tiny problem. I’ll need to be paid in cash. That’s all I ask.” Taking another larger sip to reply to his comment about not wasting liquor in his club.

 

[LitShark]

Reed smirked at her remark about not wanting to strip.

“Well, keeping you off of my stage is frankly squandering what I see as your… true talent,” his eyes roamed boldly over Priyanka’s body as he said these last two words, only prying his eyes away from her figure to take another pull from his glass, “but as you didn’t offer your services in that regard, I’m not one to presume in such a way or press the issue if you’re opposed. However, if you’re shy… it may be a problem. You did notice how my bartenders and servers are dressed. Though they don’t get naked, you’ll need to be comfortable in nearly nothing. I hope that’s not a problem.”

Reed set his glass aside and retrieved his cigar from the ashtray behind him on the desk. He smoked the cigar slowly, reigniting the glowing ember until it reached the paper edges. He then set it back in the ashtray and took back up his drink, finishing the Scotch in the glass until only a few cubes of ice remained behind.

“We are a cash business here, so you needn’t worry about how you’ll be paid. You wouldn’t be the first employee who takes their salary in cash, or… under the table, as the case may be,” Reed paused to hold up his empty glass and rattle the cubes inside expectantly, “however, I’ve only just met you and your mention of my books makes me question your motives. I don’t trust you, which may cost you your opportunity here. For all I know, you’re wearing a wire—you could be sent here to entrap me or otherwise frustrate my business to the benefit of my competitors. Finish your drink.”

Reed took his empty, weeping glass on Priyanka’s thigh, reaching back to retrieve his cigar again. He went back to smoking, letting his eyes roam over her body again, contemplating something that was still unclear to his guest.

“Take off your clothes, down to your bra and panties,” Reed said at last, the smoke from his cigar surrounding him like a dark cloud of malicious intent, “show me that you’re not wearing a wire and that you’re not shy about exposing your body. Then, I want you to refresh my drink and pour yours until it’s full to the brim. Serve me from your knees, in your underwear, then, perhaps I’ll begin to trust you.”

With his command issued, Reed rose from his place on the edge of his desk and walked back to his chair, sitting with his back to the window and his attention firmly on Priyanka. He didn’t always test his new employees in such a way, but he saw great potential in this young beauty, her need to be paid in cash indicative of some looming threat that she was trying to escape. She was desperate, it wasn’t a quality Reed could allow himself to overlook, and desperation was so easy to exploit. As he saw it, he was holding all the cards. All Priyanka could do was give up or obey.

 

[jenwishuknew]

She could tell that he was amused by her answer to his question. It was quite rare to have an Indian stripper so she knew he would insist. Sure, she even had a nice frame but she’d gone into police business where a typical slacks and a top was the usual outfit. She was acquainted with it as well. No doubt, she liked to stay up to date with fashion but she rarely got to use pretty dresses that’s sitting in her wardrobe. Of course, the type of clothes she was required to wear here were not even her style so that was a jiff she’d find her in in near future.

“Yeah, I mean that’s not a problem. And thank you for not pushing. I appreciate it,” she was certainly a keeper, even as a bartender- he must be seeing that at least. She took a sip from her drink as well, sitting comfortably and speaking minimally, allowing him to lay some groundwork for now. When he started smoking cigar in front of her, she almost wanted to get up and leave. It’s not that she couldn’t stand the smell of cigarettes, she just like to avoid it if she can. In that moment, avoiding it wasn’t an option.
She could tell that he was checking her out and that was the norm in a place like this. She was getting hired for her body and beauty. Those were the things one needed to work here, not a diploma or a degree. Her eyes widen, almost happy to hear that they could pay in cash, under the table as they called it. She was now certain that this was somehow a part of the incident, the case, she was investigating. “That’s great news….” The detective couldn’t help but look around his office for a second or two before looking back at him.

She knew she shouldn’t have said anything about the books but she was desperate to try and get her foot in the door without having the need to strip. And, it was what came to her mind in that moment. Now, it’s created a mess that she may be able to clean as well. She seemed a bit surprised to hear him call her out like that and she had thought about it, but didn’t. So no, she wasn’t wearing a wire. She quickly nodded no, passing a nervous chuckle, “What? Wire? Competitors?...” she waved her hand across her front, trying to shun away the topic, “…I am not wearing a wire. And I suggested that because-well, as I told you, I don’t feel comfortable stripping out there.”

She needed to have pick wisely what she said to him…in here, in this club. Though, when he let his eyes roam her body freely again, she couldn’t help but feel as if she was the center of his attention. She almost choked on some air hearing him telling her to strip her clothes off and then get on her knees. Nervously, she stood up instantly and questioned him, “What? Why? You can check me…but why do I need to strip?” She had no idea she would be stripping when she was walking into the club about an hour back. She would have never tried this route had she knew this before. Sure, she succeeded in portraying this helpless young girl who needed this more than anything in the world, though it had backfired on her just because she really wasn’t the girl she was portraying. She wouldn’t be surprised if he did kick her out after wasting this time like this. “You can trust me. I have nothing to hide, really.” She really had nothing much to say in her defense here. She couldn’t help but blank out in that moment, wondering what to do because stripping wasn’t an option. Not yet at least.

 

[LitShark]

Reed’s brow knit itself together as the girl in his office balked hard at the idea of even removing her outer layers of clothing, with no one around to witness it but him. It seemed odd that she’d be so unfazed by the idea of working here, but couldn’t even model her underwear in Reed’s private office. Though they didn’t strip on stage for tips, like the performers did, the servers and bartenders wore as little as possible to incentivize big spenders to drink more, which would make them buy more dances, and when they were horny they would buy more drinks, to flirt with or grope the bartenders and servers. The club’s business model was a downward spiral that sent almost everyone back through the doors broke.

If Priyanka’s response to being asked to remove a few articles of clothing was confusing, her painfully awkward response to what Reed meant as a joke about her wearing a wire was downright disturbing. He’d used that “wearing a wire,” line on over fifty women in the past, and all had ended up in his bed—before Priyanka, none had ever thought of it as a genuine accusation, but naturally, her defensiveness made him suspicious. Reed’s face darkened and became stern as he stubbed out the cigar in an ashtray behind him.

“You should leave,” Reed said, his tone now completely different, threatening, “I don’t know why you came here tonight, but it damn sure wasn’t for a job. Get the fuck out of my club and never come back, get it? You’re not cut out for this, it’s painfully obvious, so you’d better leave while I’m still willing to let you.”

Reed rose from the edge of his desk and abruptly turned his back on Priyanka, moving over to the bar to fix himself the drink he’d asked her to make for him, dropping fresh cubes of ice loudly into the glass.

“I don’t know what I saw in you,” Reed muttered, not even looking back at Priyanka, instead looking out of his tall windows to overlook his club, “asking to comb through my books and can’t even wear her underwear in my office. I know girls that would do literally anything for a job here, up to and including self-sacrifice—and you act like you’re entitled to a cash-salary position with no background check.”

 

[jenwishuknew]

The detective could tell that he was checking her out and that was the norm in a place like this. She was getting hired for her body and beauty. Those were the things one needed to sell to work here, not a diploma or a degree. Personally, the Detective never thought of herself as a prettiest of them all. She was barely aware of her own qualities.

She reacted too quickly and without processing her thoughts, needing to tread carefully, she could have...should have done things differently. This was also a process, a hiring process, she’d need to learn if she wanted to know what that girl had gone through and whom she'd met here that had actually killed her. Her 'no' as an answer to his request must have alarmed him and she couldn't really blame him. For him, this was a normal and a usual process but Priyanka had no idea she'd be doing this or even come this far tonight. She'd simple entered on a hunch to find out if the club paid cash to girls. Her doubts were confirmed and what was happening thereon, she wasn't really prepared for it.

She politely spoke to him, “There must be something else I can do.” The undercover Detective pleaded, hoping she hadn't ruined her chances here so she can work her case. Because this was the only viable option available, she could see. She had seen and knew how the bartenders were dressed outside and the worst thing is she could try putting on some skimpy outfit, but she knew she couldn't live up to it. She looked around his office, thinking how he wanted her to strip for now and who knows, he might ask her to give him a little show on a small pole and a stage that was present in the corner of his room. There had to be some other way! It was later she'd realized that he may have hinted the 'wire' comment as a joke. Her overreaction to it had done quiet a damage that she must repair, she knew it.

The young Detective could see his affect change and was convinced that he wasn't looking to hire her anymore. And then he spoke, telling her to leave as his tone was different, threatening as well as of disappointment. He had put his guards up and she's going to work twice as hard to bring them down now, to convince him otherwise. And then, a few words of his caught her attention- ' so you’d better leave while I’m still willing to let you.' She couldn't help but wonder what he meant by them. And then, words of disappointment from him told her that he did see something in her. Maybe, there was still a chance!- she thought in the back of her head.

She couldn't get herself to say anything because that moment was long gone. It was then, Priyanka thought hard before turning around to walk towards the door. She gripped the door handle and almost opened it so she could leave, thinking how her work on this case would be over before she could actually begin. The next step would be to come as a Detective and no one would talk. She knew it was too much to do but it was necessary she realized, and that's when she let go off the handle and actually locked the door so they're not to be interrupted.

She turned to look at him over her shoulders, "Had I known I was going to be interviewed like this, I would have dressed up a bit, some make up or straighten my hair for you." She spoke on a personal level to please him. Confidently, she spoke "I am different than the rest of the girls you've met before." She said in reference to the girl's he just spoke about. Donning a fine smirk, she slowly made her way to where he was standing, facing a large glass wall, overlooking his club, making a daring move to take his glass of drink from his hand and downed it fully in two large gulps. The amber liquid burnt her throat but it was exactly what she needed if she was going to get through tonight.

She placed her hand on his shoulder and tip toed to whisper in his ears, "I am nothing like them, you will see!" She exclaimed and bit his ear lobe playfully before she walked over to his mini bar to refill his glass. She thought about taking his hand and usher him over to a comfortable couch in front of the small stage with pole, but decided against it, to see if she was able to tempt him now. If this didn't do the trick, nothing would. Priyanka had no idea where this confidence was coming from. She walked over to the couch and placed his drink on a small glass table that was between the couch and the stage.

Giving him a once look over, her gestures were enough to invite him to watch the show now. To entice the situation further, the Detective went ahead and threw her black leather jacket on the arm rest before hiking herself up on the stage behind her and took a seat. Now, she was simply waiting and obviously, willing a bit more. Actually, a lot more. Her gaze was locked in with his, oozing confidence that wasn't there before...because she couldn't let go.

 

[LitShark]

Reed sighed as Priyanka made her way toward the door, another naïve thing down. It was a shame, really. She had a lot of potential in this line of work, it was obvious from just looking at her—but if she was too shy or proper or whatever to just take her clothes off for him, there was no hope for her working for him. His female bartenders and hosts had to endure constant groping and lewd remarks from his patrons, and Reed tended to allow this behavior. It was part of the atmosphere of his club, the strippers got naked but you couldn’t touch them, the rest of the staff stayed clothed, but as long as you didn’t penetrate them you could help yourself.

Just as he was about to go back to his bookkeeping duties, Priyanka stopped and looked back, showing off her very shapely backside as she seemed to reconsider. Reed was fascinated by her change of heart—it seemed it was joined by a change of character as well as she confidently strode back and drank the drink in his hand in one pull. She then refilled his glass and set it near the plush leather couch on the far wall of his office, taking to the stage next.

“Well, this is a welcome surprise,” Reed remarked, sitting back comfortably on the couch and retrieving his drink, “it seems that you have more talent than you let on. Go on, then. Impress me.”

Reed crossed his front leg over his bent knee and retrieved his smart phone from within his pocket. He tapped the screen a few times and a moment later music played throughout the office, playing the same song that the girl on stage was dancing to. Next Reed began recording a video on his phone, wanting to remember this moment with Priyanka more vividly than he might otherwise.

“Go ahead. Dazzle me.”

 

[jenwishuknew]

It was a filthy place where men were worshipped here for what? A girl's need for money was an issue that was thoroughly taken advantage of and she was making to be the same. Yet, she was different and he must see it. She wasn't worth throwing out on the stage for everyone but kept into his inner circle. If he didn't see that, it's something she might want to work towards it to be able to solve the case.

In a place like this, this is where money was. They teased their patrons with dancers on stage that strips but prohibited from being touched, while the bartenders are still dressed and to be flirted with. With the detective oozing confidence, she stood her ground and when he put on some music through his phone, she raised her brow at him.

She looked at him, “What is?” She asked him playfully as she felt odd but it had to be done. Besides, they were behind closed doors and he was the only audience, probably an important guy who would be the first clue in helping her solve this case by being a key suspect, whether he’s the culprit or not. Her face flushed a little when he turned the camera on from his phone, feeling as if everyone was watching her. Still, she kept her cool. She had checked his office for cameras but didn’t find any. Unless, if he had them fancy unseen cameras in his office, she was pretty sure and that’s why she’d come this far to actually try and strip for him. It was what he wanted….thinking it would be enough for him to hire her. But will it ever be enough for these smut-loving vultures?

“Umm, is that really necessary?” Priyanka spoke while standing up on her short heels and without waiting for his reply, she began to tease him by holding the hem of her white loose top and instead of pulling up, she pulled it down, side by side, looking down at him before she finally pulled it upwards. He’d notice her taut tummy, the dusky skin tone which was a bit lighter in such body parts than her hands, and then her pert breasts that were firmly cupped by her black bra. It felt so odd doing this but she told herself…it was for work. And it was, for now.

She pulled the top over her head and threw it at him playfully. Before she’d turned around, she looked at him, “Dazzle you?” She repeated after me, “Something tells me I don’t need to. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be sitting there enduring me.” She chuckled confidently, “As for the job, it already is mine. You will give me the job, whichever- working in here to keep track of your books and make your life easier or as a bartender. Perhaps, both. That’s before I finish dancing for you.” Cocking her brows at him before turned around. She couldn’t face him as she felt a bit shy and so she turned around. She knew she couldn’t drag on for two reasons. He wanted her to strip and the quicker she’d finish, the sooner she could feel normal because it was a nightmare to feel your heart pounding in your chest like this. That’s why, she undid the button and then zipper on her jeans before she started to tug it down, giving him a pretty view of her behind. She kicked her heels off so she could take off her jeans as well and once done, she’d finally turn around to face him, finding his phone still on and recording everything. That was a matter for later, she can ask him to delete it or do it herself.

 

[LitShark]

Reed smiled as Priyanka began warming up by teasing him with a glimpse down the front of her shirt, stretching the neckline lower so that he could see the subtle but unmistakable roundness of her breasts and how well they cleaved together inside her sexy, black bra. She was still full of doubts, it seemed, as fresh meat almost always was, but in spite of her apprehensions Priyanka slid off her loose-fitting top and revealed herself from the waist up. Her body was gorgeous, better even than he’d realized behind that billowy top. Firm and soft at intervals in all the right places.

“Yes, it’s necessary,” Reed answered, keeping his camera filming, “just for my records, don’t worry. Nobody else is ever going to see this, just keep going. Keep the energy up, you’re doing great.”

Reed tipped back the last of his drink and set it aside, reaching between his legs to grasp his rapidly hardening cock and adjust himself, his erection already creating a tent in his slacks, the rigid girth of it clearly visible along his thigh. Reed caught the top when it was thrown at him, draping it around his shoulders and continuing the video. Then she started making demands, insisting that he was going to give her a job—that she was already hired and they were merely haggling over what her duties would be. She brought up the books again, which set Reed on edge once again.

“Hold on there, sexy. Don’t forget whose office this is. You don’t tell me how it is, not now, not ever. I tell you how it is. If you can’t agree to that—holy shit.” Reed trailed off what would have been a harsh lecture as Priyanka bent at the waist, showing off her firm, round ass to him as she slid her jeans down her legs and kicked off her heels, “but damn if you don’t have talent…”

Reed stood back up, continuing to film as he moved over toward where Priyanka was facing away from him. He moved up behind her, reaching around her hips to spread his fingers over her muscular stomach, urging her backward against him, letting her feel the outline of his hard cock against her barely-clothed ass.

“You’re right,” he whispered, his lips gently grazing the edge of her earlobe, “I want to hire you, I want to keep you here, close to me… but I want you to want to be close too. I want you to want me.”

Reed’s hand moved higher up Priyanka’s body, his palm sliding to cup one of her breasts as he cut the video and tossed his phone back onto the couch. With his other hand now free, he took hold of her slender wrist and moved her hand back to feel the long, thick outline of his cock through his slacks. He squeezed her breast hungrily through her sexy bra as his other hand trailed his fingertips up her arm slowly, letting her hand remain there on his cock.

“Do you, Priyanka? Do you want me?”