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The three diamonds a fancy nightclub for high rollers and visiting tycoons whom had money to spend. There were girls, more girls and then more girls. It made its money off these girls for in the basement under heavy watch was the prostitution rooms, illegal gaming tables and even bookies. If you knew the right people, you can even score the fun stuff that gets the girls wild. Ecstasy was the special dish that if you were known and had cash you could get it. The place was ran by the Vordillian family, a large family having seven brother and six sisters all of them in the family business so there was no need for outside management it was all family.

It was Saturday night about two forty five am when a stripper found her dead. A small thin blade with a cobra handle was pushed up under the ribcage and through the heart. Vicki winters was her name she was a Ceo of a major robotics company named Ramtech. This was all the information I had when the case was tossed on my desk. My name is Michelle Vosmere am a detective in the New York City police district seven and I was on my way to this murder scene.

When I pulled up the officer in charge walked up to me and informed me that everyone was detained and was waiting in a holding area they had setup. I nodded my understanding and headed in. I took several walk around the area noting not a whole lot but the knife was the only real lead to start this off.

“Okay I want to talk to the Dancer who found her.” I’ll be … in here I took a seat in the booth and waited for the dance to come out.. I flipped through my notepad of emptiness except dagger… “Shit what a lead…”
 
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Spinning and hanging upside down wasn't really my favorite thing to do but when I can make over ten grand in a night its more than worth it. I was extremely close to the owner of the private club, which put me next in charge underneath his children. I'm not one of the prostitutes I just dance and mange everything while everyone is busy. I watch over the girls and make sure they have what they need for their dnaces. I get the tests for the ones who prostitute to make sure they haven't picked up any diseases. Its worth the time, I am completely protected from everything in this town.

I pulled the passifire from between my lips as I walked out the dack door and replaced it with a cigarette. As I turned the corner lighting my cigarette one of the best dancers besides myself lay on the ground coughing up blood. "Oh god" I breath and grab a phone calling 911. I kneel down trying to comfort her but the more I tried the more she panicked and coughed up blood. Soon right before the cops got there the girl was dead. She went inside breathing hard trying to think trying to make sense of what just happened. The blade had a cobra meaning it was one of the bosses assassins but what had the girl done, or if it wasn't one of the bosses men then who was it?

I turn when a cop opens the door and tells me to go and talk to a detective. I fix myself, well what there was that could be fixed. I walk out and go and sit across from the woman eyeing her as I did. "You need to talk to me miss officer?" She said a tint of playfullness when she said miss officer.
 
I catch your eye looking at me in a sizing up fashion which puts me in a questionable state of mind to just how much you really know. I have seen these types of glances from men but I usually don't get them form a woman for the most part women are not thugs that size me up for their fantasies but you are obviously an exception to the rule. I lick my lips in what I would say was a moment of nervous reaction to your ogling.

I quickly get my posture back as you come to rest in front to me. I notice the playful tone of your voice and slightly shake my head and clear my throat." I instantly resume looking at my one word in my notebook as I still feel your eyes still on me. I shift and close my legs feeling a little uncomfortable about your obvious impression of me.

"HI, I was told that you were the one that found Vicki winters stabbed in the alleyway. Did you happen to see anyone hanging around the area? Also, You say that Vicki was one of your working girls?" I look at you somewhat confused.. "Did you know she was a CEO in a highly prestigious Company she had a seven digit salary. Why would she be working here as.... One of your girls?"

I look up at you while I wait for your answers. I swallow hard and look away as you continue to look at me with those playful looking eyes. I shift in my seat once more wishing you would look at one of the many other things in here to look at. Then I think of one more question. "Do you know the names of Vicki's umm special guests that come and visits her.
 
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I look straight into your eyes when you catch me stairing and I smile softly.When you licked your lips and chuckle softly shaking my head. "Licking your lips in a strip club is not a good choice, its rather stupid if I should say it as unbluntly as I can, normal acts of nervousness are taken as sexual signals here hun" I say raising a playful eyebrow as I continue to stare at you. I continue to size you up and after a few moment I shrug my shoulders.

When you clear your voice I can't help but chuckle raising an eyebrow. "Trying to clear your mind?" I asked smiling wide. When you shifted your legs close I pout softly. "Awe your no fun, kill the joy why don't you?" She asks leaning back in the chair.

Hearing your questions I smile slightly and tilt my head. "Yes I am the one who found her, went on a cigarette break after my last dance and found HSR on the ground choughing up her own blood but no i didnt see anyone what so ever" I say shaking my head sadly. When I hear your next question I grin wide. "Yes I knew she was a CEO of a company, yes she gets a lot of money there but you get just as much here but in one night, now the real reason she wanted to work here is because she likes being fucked, she's a really big sex addict, just loved having her brains fucked out by men or women" I say crossing my arms.

I see your unease and smirk crossing my arms and tilting my head. "You seem stressed miss officer?" I said with the same playful tone. Hearing her next question I shake my head. "No I'm sorry I don't we don't take their names they prefer to pay and be done with it so no I don't have any of their names plus she has so many special customers I can't even count how many she has in a night" I said and shake my head in disgust. I look over your body again and grin. "By the way miss officer I do like handcuffs" I say smiling.
 
I cant believe this chick? One of her crew is killed and all she wants is to get into my pants? I tremble sickly at the thought, I don’t have anything against the gay society at all, it’s just I’m not one of them. I think its … well.. Gross.. I don’t know maybe that is too harsh of a word, maybe just not interested. I try to ignore all the sly referrals to your come on side marks, I try to find a way to maneuver you to give me something your playing way to calm, but at the moment the how eludes me. I allow my eyes to dart over your as I try to read them, but then look away for thinking that you may take that as something different.

“Have you ever heard someone threaten her or heard through the grapevine if one of her visitors was displeased with her performance?” I hesitate but manage to look up into your eyes once more. “Anything that you can give us can be helpful. You know we want this murderer, I don’t care what other infractions there may be here. I just want to catch this person. So please if there is anything that you can tell me or know someone whom can help it would be appreciated.” I voice over the distance between us.

I Bite my lips again as I keep my eyes onto yours hoping to see anything that would tell me that you know more than what your sharing with me now. But you seem to hide things quite well for all I get from you is a gleam in your eye and it unsettles me. I swallow hard and brake the look. Damn, what is it with her. I get up and walk over to the bar and ask for a water. I take a big sip when a bottle is put in front of me. “I look back over to you. My mind going back to the handcuff statement. What the fuck am I doing! Shit!

“Miss Gold, Thank you for your time. If you think of something or remember anything about this case here is my card my home phone is the bottom number. Thank you again.” I move away quickly for my body is trembling and I feel queasy to my stomach. I’m so relieved to be back home. Since I was out this early morning the Lt gave me the morning hours off so I plan on using them by staying in bed!”
 
I sit there in silence not answering any of your questions and just continue to stare at you my eyes following and examine your movements and actions. I sit there measuring up how you act how you think, and how you take things in. When you hand me the card I smile softly taking it and looking at it for a moment. I then stick it in my purse and smile. "Thank you I will call you if I think anything miss officer." I say and stand strutting away back into the back room. I sit down and yawn a little looking at the clock. I then stand back up grab my passifire and head back on stage to do the next show.

Once the show was over I clocked out and headed back to my condo sitting down. It was seven in the morning by the time I made it to the bed after taking a quick shower. I think a little grinning wide and shaking my head a bit. As I thought more I began to think the murder through how it happened, who could have done it. As I began to think I remember how one of the bosses thugs was very infuriated at the fact Vicki wouldn't get with him, even resulted in slapping her hard enough to leave a mark that I had to cover with make up for the rest of the week. The thug had stormed out and he myself and the boss had a meeting where the boss told the thug that if it happened again to take matters into his own hands.

Although I don't think the thug would murder the girl now rape, rape is something he would do but not murder. I reach grabbing the car dialing your house number. When I receive voicemail I frown softly. "Hey miss officer, I have been thinking well mainly about those handcuffs of yours, but also about the murder and I may have an idea who it was, anyway call me back if you please, hope to talk to you again miss officer" I said then end the call before going to sleep.
 
It was the crack of a new day when my car pulled into my driveway. The case was just beginning and I already had a headache from it. The cases that involve stripers or prostitutes are always the hardest to solve. there is so many motives, so many acts of passion crimes it would take a few hours to try and list them all. But those cases we bump down stairs to the SVU and let them handled it, they have the specialist that work great in those cases but this one I cant because of a dead body that I feel wasn’t anything sexual, she was killed for another reason what that reason would be is beyond this women’s ideas at this very tired moment.

I get out and head into the house and no sooner than I shut the door I hear my answering machine going off. Damn its that dance chick! I just left her a few hours ago and here she has something for me! Grrrr I spat as I head for the shower turning it on and then walking to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I sit down and thinks about that dancer and the way she was looking at me. It was… flattering that I caught her eye if I was one of them I more than likely would have took her up on the handcuffs…What the hell am I saying!…I stand up and walk around running my hands through my hair blowing out the stress. Get a grip girl… I grab my coffee and head to the shower.

After my shower I go play the message again. I pick up the phone and dial her number, than I hang up… what am I doing I can send a car down and pick her up for questing …I put the phone down and make my way to the bedroom where I do nothing but toss and turn and think of her. She was too calm, way to cool and very flirty not normal after find a person then having them die in your arms, no something was up and I had to find out… I had to use her for she has more information. You don’t get to run a mobsters strip club and not have a clue of what is going on. That just don’t happen.

I get up and walk to the phone again and dial her number… it rings, I hang up.. My body is trembling, I take a deep breath and close my eyes only to snap them back open for the very first image was her…No this isn’t happening. I’m just tired.. I grab the big notebook of evidence and head into the precinct hoping that some of the police questioning door to door has gotten some new updates. I think about her and once again I call her…please don’t pick up I caught myself saying ….
 
I had slept for a few hours before I rolled from bed to begin straightening up. The house was a slight mess due to coming home and just throwing stuff on the floor. I sigh and pull on a pair of sweats and a tank top as I begin to grab and put things away. My mind wondered off onto Vicki again, I know she did drugs a ton of them as a matter of fact, it could be because of that or maybe something else. I continued my cleaning getting everything back in place and how I prefer it.

I walk back into my room looking through the outfits for work. My signature one was of course the baby outfit but with the name I have I can wear mostly any of my outfits. I grin a little grabbing my convict outfit and setting it out so when I needed to get ready it was right there. I stretch and head for the kitchen and begin to make some food. I look down at my corgi named bear and smile. "Hey there honey you hungry?" I asks and she gives a bark in reply. I fix her a bowl of food and set it down just as my phone began to ring. I stand and raise an eyebrow as I grab it.

I look at the number and grin wide. "Well hi there miss officer, I'm guessing you got my voice mail" I say as I continue to work on cooking the food. Bear jumps up trying to get the bacon catching my leg. "Dammit bear stop you can't have the bacon you've already eaten your dog food.... Sorry about that" I say and continue cooking as I scoot the dog to the side with my food.

I think for a minuet and sigh softly. "Well miss officer I have to forewarn you that I have to be at work in about an hour so you can meet me there and we can talk or you will have to wait after closing time which is right at six in the morning, your choice" I say and began to eat quietly putting you on speaker. When I was finished eating I grab the phone and go into my bedroom and pulled on the outfit and head into t to the bathroom to do my makeup.
 
Hello Miss Gold, I did get you message, and yes we do need to talk. when can we get together and Miss Gold I must inform you that if you hold evidence or knowledge of this case you can be charged with an accomplice after the fact or impeding a investigation… Now that I have given you the legal warning that I am required to tell you. Are you still wanting to talk with me? .”

I hear you bark at you dog and I giggle for I have a small germen puppy that does the samething. I place my hand over my mouth for it’s a rather long giggle and I can feel my face slightly warm knowing I am blushing. My mind is actually seeing an image of you cooking on a stove with a puppy jumping on your leg and I just cant stop giggling as I can see your facial expression looking down at him. The only thing that is out of place is that your wearing your baby outfit … That image will have to change to something …. I shake my head in disbelief with myself …’what the hell am I doing…’

“Yes, I will meet you at the club tonight say around ten pm?” I wait to see if that time will work for you, but then I hear you putting me on speaker and it sounds like your still in the kitchen for I can hear the puppy padding across the floor. “So how old is he?” I pull away from the phone and ask what the hell, I’m getting personal with a witness! I want to hang up but I cant…

I then hear what sounds like that in your in a bedroom getting dressed. “Maybe I should let you go so you can finish getting dressed and what else you need to do.. I then hear the familiar sound of makeup cases opening and closing.. Ummm… I feel a lump in my throat as I wonder what color your putting on…’what the fuck!’ my hands are trembling and I can feel my heart beating in my ears…”What color are you wearing?” the need to know was burning me… “Miss Gold ummm I will see you tonight at ten.” I hang up and close my eyes as I feel my panties are wet.. “Fuck!”
 
I listen to you talk and grin a little shaking my head slightly. "Yes yes miss officer I know all about the law, I deal with drug lords on a daily basis of course I know, and yes I am still wanting to talk to you" I say shaking my head and continue with what I was doing not phased by the question.

Hearing you say around ten pm I grin wide that was the time of my dace tonight and considering she was going to be there she was going to make the dance the best she had done in years. "Yes ten sounds perfect miss officer." I say and smile.hearing you I raise an eyebrow and chuckle. "She is seven months" I say leaning down and patting bears head.

Hearing her rushing to get off the phone I laugh. "No no its fine I just had to get into my outfit for the night" I say with a smile. When I began to start my makeup I head your question, "Orange and black miss officer" I say with a grin right as you began to rush to get off the phone. When you hung up I finished my makeup and grab my heals and my set of handcuffs and head to the club.

When ten hit I was in the back getting ready for the dance and looking out waiting for you to show up. I stretch a little getting ready for the dance knowing I was going to stretch during it and if I didn't warm up I would seriously regret it later on.
 
I was nervous when the clock struck nine pm, I was debating what to wear, should I wear makeup or not, Should I just wear my suit that I wear doing my job, should I wear makeup, what perfume or should I even wear perfume it might suggest something to her. SHIT! What am I doing, she is a witness and I’m just going to see what she wanted to talk to me about! Get a grip Michelle! I put my hand in my face and fight myself on what is going on with me. Maybe I’m not getting enough vitamins, or enough sleep, well that is true but I’ve been that way for years and never in my life have stumbled over myself like I have ever since I met her.

The time was to come and I walked out of the door wearing what I …. maybe… wanted?

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I Don’t know anymore what is going on with me, but I have a job to do and if going through this phase will get me the killer than I am all for it… I think! .. I look at myself in the rear view mirror making sure that my makeup was still in good shape for I’m lightly perspiring with what I have to say is from my nervousness of going to meet her once more.

I pull into the club and just sit in my car looking at the door. ’I should have told her just too meet me at the precinct when she was off work. Why didn’t I just have done it that way. I look down at my exposed cleavage and wondered why? I think it just might be that I haven’t been with Tim now going on six weeks and its starting to show that I’m in a certain need.. That has to be what is going on with me. I just need to go see Tim and get fucked.

Sighing, I get out and make my way into the club. I walk around Looking for Miss Gold. I come to the front of the stage so that the lights can engulf me so that maybe she will come to me… I keep by back to the stage and look out at the darkness of the crowd. I feel my face is lightly burning so I know I’m blushing…
 
I wait for a good ten minuets before you show up and smile and little and giggle a bit when you stand in front of the stage light. I slowly walk out on stage and grin walking up behind you. "Um miss officer I'm right here I have to do a dance really quick then I will be right with you" she said and one of the people moved her from infront of the stage.

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The announcer came on "Now just getting her mug shot printed BABY GIRL" he yelled and I just smiles softly. I walk up to the pole and hooked on my hand cuffs. The music started and I began to slowly dance my body moving perfectly on beat with the music. I then move flipping and began to spin on the pole. I did the tricks and began to do a move no one had ever been able to accomplish in the club. I twisted my hands to where the handcuffs lock and won't move and hang upside down legs spread and the slowly let the chain loose to where I slid to the ground rolling back words to where I was on my stomach and grinned winking at you.

I move my hand and unlock the handcuffs and stand up and smile while walking off stage. Once I was off I walk out and over to you and grab your hand and pull you outside. I smile softly. "Ok now we can tall" I said with a wide seductive smile.

I lean against the walk and smile raising an eyebrow. "Well miss officer, get out your little note pad, don't worry I'm not giving you my number you already have that one" I said and give a quick wink as I pull a cigarette from my chest and light it.
 
My eyes roll when I turn around and see you coming out of the back on to the stage. I try to look away but I cant I stand there watching like half the men in here, except I’m not drooling from the corners of my mouth. I go to move away from the stage when it hit me and I couldn’t believe myself. I was actually a little wet. I push my inner thighs together trying to fight the feeling, however, when you did you special move I was glued to your frame and watched you come to an amazing ending. When you winked at me I could feel my face get a little warm. I took a deep breath and moved away from the stage I was about to head toward the back so we can talk, but you grabbed my had and pulled me outside into the back of the building.

I look at you with a slight shaking of my head. “I’m just here to get what you was wanting to tell me about.” I pushed that wording out over the lump in my face as your still topless and only have a thong on. I lick my lips before thinking of your warning. Shit! I mutter to myself as I catch myself looking down . I have to admit for a women you look good and I can see why the guys flock to the stage to see you, but as for me well I don’t walk down that side of the street.

I smile when you bring up my wonderful but still empty notepad. “Yes I do have your number Miss Gold. Now please what was you wanting to tell me. That couldn’t have been told over the phone.” I look at you when you pull a cigarette from your chest and light it. My first thought was how damn sexy you look now with that first few seconds of you lighting it. I clear my throat and take a step back for now my body was betraying me as I felt myself become wetter.

“Fuck!” whisper out loud..
 
As I was dancing I see you staring at me which caused me to try even harder. I could tell you were turned on it technically is my specialty and I am pretty good at it. Ever since I started working at the club I learned how to read when people are aroused, after years of practice and reading different peoples reactions to becoming turned on. I also learned how to tell what turned people on and how much it affects them.

Hearing you I chuckle softly. "Yes hun I think I may know what happened but there are many possibilities with Vicki" I say watching you look down at my chest. I snicker a little and just watch you. I took a long drag from the cigarette and looked up hearing you. I blow out the smoke and grin. I move quick and grab your shirt pulling you close and pressing my lips to yours. I run my tongue across your lower lip and gently nibble on it. I then pull away and smile softly and lean back against the wall and take another drag.

My eyes stay on you watching how you will react. I stretch a little and take another drag as I look up at the sky and watching it.
 
I was listening to your answer to my question when I noticed you catching me looking at your chest but it wasn’t what you think, but when grabbed me and pulled me to you. I was in a state of shook, but when you pressed your lips to mine and I felt your tongue running across my lips I was now in a state of denial that I have been kissed and almost tongued by another woman. There was a part of me that did respond but that was just a physical reaction that I don’t control, but as for the willing of this sexual engagement there is none.

As you release me “What the fuck do you think your doing. I should haul your ass in for sexual assault!” I angrily respond. “
Yes I do find you appealing but that is no way an acknowledging that I’m gay for I’m not.” I wipe my lips and start to walk around a little somewhat embarrassed and somewhat well embarrassing to me is that I noticed how soft your lips were and I slightly wished it would have lasted a little longer..

“Now if you can keep your damn hormones under control and do not approach me like that again Tell me about what you think happened to Vicki.” My body trembling from the shock and well my confused feeling of if I liked that kiss or not. I cant explain why I’m wet bet that is something you don’t know and wont know. Shit! I say to myself.. I find myself looking back at you but I try to make it look professional, but its more and that scares the hell out of me.

“Lets go back inside, this is no place to conduct an interrogation, or we can go down town and do it there. I will leave the choice to you.” I reply still a little angered at your blatant attack on me.. I fight the feeling that start at the peak of my inner thigh … fuck what is up with me.. I gesture for you to move ahead of me.. I catch myself looking up and down your frame… Oh Hell!
 
I raise an eyebrow when you begin to go off, and I sigh crossing my arms across my chest just listening to you rant. I shake my head and tilt my head to the side giving you a plain look. "I don't give one less of a shit if you haul me in it isn't like I won't be out by the end of the night miss officer I have more money than you think" I say and lean against the wall taking a long drag from my cigarette.

Hearing your neck comment I can't help but laugh. "Oh your not gay? Clearly I can fucking tell but I am also am a damn professional at telling when people are turned on and you miss officer your hormones are the ones skyrocketing not mine get it straight" I say a snide tone coming from my lips.

I move a low sigh coming from my lips as I stub my cigarette out with the end of my heel. I walk back inside and lead you to the VIP room. I flop down on the couch and raise an eyebrow. "Vicki was addicted to all kinds of drugs and dealt with almost all of the drug dealers in this town. She often slacked on in work and bought so much drugs she was in debt so there is a possibility she owed a drug dealer and after not paying got taken out. The other possibly is she denied one of the highly trained assassins and he may have gotten a little bit pissy and killed her who fucking knows" I say then stand. "That's all miss officer don't expect to hear from me again" I said and walk towards the door and tell the manager I was going home early. I pulled in my jacket and began to head for my car as I light another cigarette my anger fuming.
 
I stand there as you state that you’re a professional hormone detector, which almost sends me rolling in laughter but I bite my lower lip and try to keep from busting out. I take a deep breath when I manage to snuff the laugh from escaping over my lips. Your words before is what I’m interested in was you bank account. I wonder if she took money or drugs from your joint here and when you confronted her you pull out a dagger and end her life. For you show no pain or concern about losing a life under your employment. I do hate to tell you that your money wont do shit when you put your ass in a jail cell for murder.

I follow you into the vip room and watch as you angrily plop down on the couch and proceed to blast me with what you think happened but I like my theory much better. It will only a little time to get a search warrant for your place of residence and this joint. I bite my tongue as you stand up and declare that you were finished and that I wont be hearing from you anymore. I swallow while I turn and watch you leave the room. I so much wanted to say I will be seeing you soon, but I didn’t need a confrontation with you here. I let out a big sigh , this case is going to be a long one!


When I applied for a search warrant something very strange happened that caught me way off guard, it was denied for both locations. I even requested for the dagger which has been taken and no longer in our evidence room. I was told that the IAB would be investigating this incident. I walk away pissed that this case just got harder, and I needed more information. My thoughts went back to Miss Gold. “Shit!” I have to do this so I get my keys and drive over to her house. “Damn What a house it was too! I gasped at the glass wall balcony that overlooked the city.. ”Damn!”

I walked up to the door and rang the door bell… “Shit she is going to be pissed! But I have a job to do…”
 
I was livid when I got home I went straight into my room throwing my bag onto the floor. I strip down and get into the shower wanting the hot water to drain away my anger but it wasn't working. I just stood there washing getting even more angry as the hot water hit me. When I got out I dry off and pull on a bra and panties black and pink lace to match.

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I then walk out of my room shutting the door and head into the kitchen and began to prepare things for dinner. Bear ran up and began to jump on my leg causing me to smile softly. I lean down and pick her up and she attacks my face with licks. I giggle softly and kiss the top of her head as I hold her with one arm and began to cook. I turn on some music and began to dance around with Bear as I wait on the food. I began to sing along with the lyrics yelling it out as Bear howled along.

I turn on my heal smiling wide when I head the door bell ring and I head to the door. I wasn't really concerned with my nudity because half the time the person who came over was my gay best friend who always helped me find new outfits for work. I open the door smiling down at best when I look up and see you and my smile turns slowly into a frown.

"What the fuck do you want now?" I ask leaning against the doorway bear trying to lean up and lick me as I glare at you.
 
I stand there looking at you and your cute puppy and almost forgot why I was here. But then clarity became my best friend as I refocused my attention to the case. "I really do need to talk to you." I looked around the area a little worried for this woman's safety. But I can feel this is going to be a very hard task in doing for the friction between us is still thick a molasses.

"Please may we go In and talk. It's very important." I look at you with serious face. "Please, I believe you are in danger." I finally tell you basically why I'm standing at your door. I Still don't understand what is going on completely but when evidence if taking out of a precinct, Two general search warrants are denied something big is going on and they had to work together.

"I will tell you once we are inside. Please I don't think your safe here alone. So please let me come in and stay the night. I don't want anything to happen to you.. there is just something funny going on and its a big tickle if you know what I mean...
 
I look at you and raise an eyebrow. "You could have fucking talked to me back at the damn strip club, the bad part is I don't even know your fucking name" I say and look down at bear who was googly eying me. I turn my attention back to you and sigh and continue looking at you.

I listen to you and roll my eyes moving and letting you in. "Make yourself at home" I mumble and walk back into the kitchen. I continue to work on cooking and zoned out doing my best to ignore the fact after what you said earlier your standing here in my house.

Once the food was done I set you a plate down. "I'm assuming your probably hungry" she said and moved sitting down in her lounge thing she didn't even know what it was but it was comfortable. I cross my legs and begin to eat staring at the wall. I don't even care I'm still only in my undergarments its my house and if she's so damn hell bent she wasn't attracted to me then she would have no problem.

Bear jumped at her leg and she smiled and cut a small price of steak and handed it to her.
 
I breath a sigh of relief as you move and allow me inside. " Thank you. Michelle Vosmere is my name." I reply as I pass you. "I didn't know some facts when we were at the club. It wasn't till I went back to the precinct. Alicia, the dagger was taking out of the evidence locker and I was denied general search warrants for the club and well here." I shy away when I say that part.

I watch you walk away back to the kitchen, I follow you with concern growing for your safety. I watch as you put a plate down in front of me and then walk away to a lounge looking sofa thing. I lower my head as you seem not too concerned with what this implies. "Dam'it Alicia! whoever got to the dagger and stopped my warrants..They have access to the higher ups in my precinct. do you see they can set up a raid on the club and easily take you out just like the other girl."

I get up not caring anymore except for what I'm feeling. I walk over to you, standing there for a few minutes looking at you with the lust that I have been denying all this time. Slowly I kneel down next to you. reaching over to your chin I pull you to me. Kissing you deeply. I slide my tongue into your mouth wanting to savory your taste. My trembling hand moves up and palms your breast, finger flipping over you nipple. I'm not sure what I'm doing but I do to you what I like done to me. My other hand moves up to your inner thigh and slowly rubs over your clit.. Moaning into your mouth I begin to remove my clothing....
 
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