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 window 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