Part Seven - The Cop

Part Seven
The Cop

Captain Edward Price looked out the window at the pouring rain as he sat in the passenger seat of the parked police cruiser. He subconsciously flattened his moustache with his fingers as he peered through the rain and down the poorly lit road ahead of them.

Still nothing. Punctuality. A lost discipline, Price thought to himself.

He had been on time. Dave’s moving trucks were not. He didn’t know what Dave was moving and frankly he didn’t give a shit. The trucks could be full of bodies for all he cared. Dave was paying him and his men an obscene amount of money not to care. He would escort the trucks to the state border and bribe the men on shift at the checkpoint. He had picked this particular time of night because he knew the men on duty. They were amenable, as long as the money was decent.

Price looked to the man to his left in the driver’s seat.

This kid is greener than grass.

The deputy driving Price was only seven months on the job and had absolutely no idea what they were really doing. As far as Deputy Jones was concerned, this was business as usual and completely above board. As such, he didn’t get a cut. There was simply no need.

Engage the captain. Get him talking. Make sure he knows your name, Jones thought to himself, psyching himself up to talk to the large, intimidating man sitting alongside him in his cruiser.

“Lousy night for it, wouldn’t you say Captain?” Jones asked.

The weather? The weather?! You idiot, Jones thought, immediately regretting breaking the silence.

“True enough, son. Still, we don’t get much rain here so it seems a little petty to complain about it though,” Price answered, still staring out the window.

“Uh, yeah. That’s a good point, sir,” Jones replied.

What now, genius. His girl. Ask about his girl.

“So, was that your girlfriend who visited you last night at the station,” Jones asked.

“One of ‘em,” Price said, grinning at the rookie now. Jones laughed a little, unsure if the Captain was joking or being serious.

Jones thought back to the previous night. He had been at his desk when she had arrived. He hadn’t been able to believe his eyes as the stunning redhead strutted through the precinct, her hips swaying with each confident step. Wearing long heels, her legs had been bare, covered only by a coat that came down to her thighs. The cream coat had a belt across the middle. The coat was covering whatever she was wearing underneath, but was unbuttoned a little at the front to display her cleavage. He couldn’t help but get turned on as he watched her walk past him, his cock had twitched and stiffened in his uniform pants. The sight of her fiery hair cascading down her back, the way her tits bounced slightly with each step, the sheer sex appeal radiating from her. She had made an impression on him. And not just him.

Jones had seen the other officers pause in their tracks, their eyes glued to the gorgeous creature as she passed by. Some openly gawked in awe and desire. Others tried to play it cooler, sneaking glances while pretending to work, but the hunger in their eyes was obvious. The entire floor of officers had watched as she knocked on the Captain's door and entered, their minds racing with filthy thoughts as they imagined what Captain Price might be lucky enough to experience. Jones had been surprised that the Captain had been able to get with such a woman.

Price smiled at the rookie, enjoying the impressed look Jones was giving him. Of course, the rookie wasn’t privy to the deal between Dave and Price. The girls of The Pearl were part of it. Sarah was the latest “payment.”

Price had been pleased when she had entered his office. He had requested Lara again, his thoughts often lingering on their first encounter. He had wanted a repeat performance from the woman who had given him the best head he’d had in years. He had wanted to fuck her senseless this time. But Dave had told him she was unavailable. Again. Price had let his irritation show but Dave had assured him, Lara’s replacement would be up to the standard. And from a looks perspective, he had been telling the truth.

When she had introduced herself and dropped her coat, revealing her completely naked body, Price had almost had a heart attack. She had looked a vision, smiling at him in nothing but heels. Her body had delicious curves while still being fit and lean, her stomach toned with barely an ounce of fat on her. Her tits were spectacular, framed by her long flowing red hair draped over them. The heels had accentuated her delicious legs as they seemed to go on forever. He had vowed then and there to fuck her on his table, loudly, so that the rest of the department could hear.

But it hadn’t happened. Sarah had mounted him in his chair. She had made out with him passionately and aggressively. Price had gotten worked up quickly and had been shocked when she had made him cum with her hands alone within a couple of minutes. She hadn’t even swallowed. He had come all over himself as if it had been his first time. He’d had to change into his civvies as she had left.

But the rest of the boys didn’t know that and he had no intention of telling them. As far as they were concerned, he’d rocked her world. Quietly and quickly, apparently.

“They love a man in uniform, son. The rank helps too. Attracted to the power, ya know?” Price told the young man who was too inexperienced to recognise the bullshit being peddled. Jones merely nodded before snapping his head back to the vehicles approaching their parked car.

“Look, sir. The trucks for the training exercise are here,” Jones announced.

“Good spot, Jones. You stay at the wheel. I’ll initiate the exercise with the driver,” Price said, spinning another tale as he opened the door to get out of the vehicle. Price approached the driver’s side of the lead truck and motioned for the driver to roll down the window.

“You cunts are late. Next time, I won’t still be here. Understand?” Price growled at the driver. The man behind the wheel simply nodded.

“Right. We’ll lead. Follow close behind,” Price told him, heading back to the police car.

***

The following day, Lara stood in the middle of her new apartment and took in her new surroundings. She had moved in that very morning following a two day search for a new place to live. She had finally decided that enough was enough. She couldn’t stand living in that former shithole any longer.

The search had been short. She had known she wanted the apartment from the moment she had seen it. Located near the beach, the building was much more upmarket than her former place. Not quite as opulent as Lenny’s place that she had visited previously, but not far off. It was well maintained and had impressive features and amenities. There was washing and drying units in the basement of the building. It had a pool exclusively for the residents. It even had a small gym.

It hadn’t taken her long to move in. Dave had offered her use of his moving company but she turned him down. It would have been overkill. She didn’t have much, most of it being clothes. All her moving boxes had fit in her car in a single trip. The apartment itself was spacious and beautifully furnished, which suited Lara, as her long-gone, loser ex-boyfriend had stolen most of her furniture in the previous place.

The kitchen was enormous, with blue granite counter-tops and an assortment of appliances that Lara was sure she would never use. The leather sofas were Italian leather and the floor was porcelain tile. There was also a giant and luxurious silk rug at the centre of the room which Lara had spent some time walking bare foot through over and over. It had an en-suite bathroom attached to the bedroom and enormous walk in closets that Lara was determined to start filling up.

But the most impressive feature, the one that had made Lara fall in love with the place, was the view. Large glass windows opened up to a beautiful view of the ocean. Lara couldn’t stop staring out at it.

I can’t believe I live here!

In truth, the place was expensive. She was paying 4,600 dollars a month in rent, not to mention the three months up front plus a security deposit. It was a significant outlay of cash. She could afford it. That was the rationalization she had made with herself for spending so much. But she knew if she wanted to stay there, she would need to keep her job at The Pearl.

The original plan of working just long enough to pay off her debts and maybe fix her car had been forgotten. Lara had gotten used to having money in her purse and in her account. She had grown accustomed to buying nice clothes, even nicer lingerie, and being able to order take-out every day, often multiple times. She had also sent her banged up Beetle into the shop to finally be repaired once she had unloaded the last of her moving boxes. She expected the car repair bill to be large once the mechanic had seen to everything it needed. And now in her new place, Lara didn’t want to give any of it up. Money may not buy happiness but it sure as shit helped stave off misery.

The door bell buzzed which brought her out of her reverie. She knew who it was and had been expecting them. She went to the door and opened it.

“Hi Daddy,” Lara said as her father stood in the doorway.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he said as he leaned forward to give her a big hug. She hugged him back and could see her mother over his shoulder behind him.

“Well? Invite us in, Lara. I can’t wait to see your new place,” her mother said, not actually waiting for an invitation and walking past the pair of them and into the apartment.

“Sure thing, Mom,” Lara said, rolling her eyes so that only her father could see. He chuckled as he and Lara followed his wife inside.

“Frank, look at this kitchen! Oh, it’s magnificent. You could cook for forty people in here,” Lara’s mother exclaimed.

“Yes, it’s really nice, Mom,” Lara said, agreeing with her mother despite the hyperbole.

“Nice, and clearly not cheap,” her mother said, while rounding on Lara with a suspicious look.

“Yeah I got a really good deal. It’s more affordable than you would think,” Lara replied, lying through her teeth.

“I’m sure,” her mother replied simply, doubt written all over her face.

“The guys in The Pearl tip generously, too. I’m making decent money,” Lara said.

“I’m not thrilled about you waitressing in a place like that, Lara,” Frank said, the concern evident on his face as he examined the fancy leather couch. “Can’t you find a nice restaurant like the one your mother used to work at?” he asked.

Lara tried not to roll her eyes. “Dad we’ve been over this before. It was the same conversation when I worked at The Pussy Cat back home. A guy in a restaurant will order a steak and a drink and his bill might come to thirty bucks. That’s a five dollar tip. Ten if I’m really lucky. The customers at The Pearl are spending hundreds, Daddy. They tip better because they are spending more. It’s that simple,” she said, reciting the same tired point she had made a dozen times before.

“I know, Lara. I know. I just don’t like the idea of these degenerates.... making assumptions about you,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “They might think you aren’t just serving drinks and food.”

“There is no need to worry about anything like that. I’m good friends with the head of security. It’s as safe as houses. Honest,” Lara said, hoping to move on from the subject. She didn’t enjoy lying to her parents.

“Frank, leave the girl alone. She’s an adult. She can work where she likes,” her mother said firmly.

“I’m allowed to be worried, Molly. I can’t help it. And I’ll keep worrying whether she is 22 or 52. Father’s prerogative.”

“I appreciate it. But you didn’t make the ninety minute drive to have this discussion again, right?”

“Right,” Molly replied for him, giving him a stare as she said it.

“Wow, Lara. That view. Incredible,” Molly said as she approached the full size windows and gazed through them at the ocean disappearing into the distance.

“I know. I’ve been staring out there all day,” Lara said.

“Does this place have a guest room? I’m sure Shawn would love to come out here and surf. And spend some time with you, of course,” she added.

“No guest room but one of the couches folds out. I’m sure we can organize something once I’m more settled. How is he doing anyway? We spoke a few days back and he seemed better,” Lara asked.

“Yes he’s been a lot better. Less mopey. More talkative. Like his old self. I think his new girlfriend has a lot to do with it,” Molly said.

“Have you met her?” Lara asked them. Shawn hadn’t volunteered a ton of information about her to Lara.

“No, we haven’t met her yet. But we are considering having a barbecue in a week or two. We told Shawn she’s invited. Might be a good chance to meet her at that. You’ll make the trip home if we do end up doing it, yes?”

“Sure thing, Mom. Wouldn’t miss it,” Lara replied. “Anyway, let me show you two the rest of the place. It’s amazing. Then we can go to lunch like we planned, okay? My treat,” Lara said imploringly.

“You’re right, sweetie,” her father replied. “Give us the full tour. But you should keep your money. I’m paying for lunch,” he said.

***

Lara walked confidently through the entrance of The Pearl. She was dressed more conservatively than she normally would be for a shift, but for good reason. With her car in the shop, her parents had dropped her off at work for her “waitressing shift” before they started the long drive home. She had offered to Uber but her father had insisted.

Part of her thought he had wanted a quick look at where she worked. Lara had figured her usual attire would set off alarm bells so she had dressed down. A simple black cocktail dress. Attractive. Sexy even. But it didn’t scream stripper. It shouted “sophisticated waitress” which is what she had been going for. It had been the truth in The Pussy Cat. It was far from the truth for her job at The Pearl but that wasn’t a conversation she was ready to have with her parents.

It wasn’t that much of an inconvenience. She had several outfits and undergarments stored in the changing rooms for just such an occasion. She’d change shortly. But first, she had a trip to Dave’s office to navigate. He had texted her saying to come see him when she got in.

Lara worked her way through the club as the sound system blared out an up beat hip-hop song she didn’t recognise. It was pretty busy tonight. Plenty of customers and nearly as many girls to satisfy them.

Carol was on the main stage, her lithe body wrapped around the pole as she performed. She spotted Jessica entertaining a rowdy group of college kids in one of the larger open booths. Even Jo was hard at work tonight. Lara spied her grinding slowly against an elderly gentleman. Jo preferred the mature clients. Lara figured they were easier to handle and less demanding compared to some of the young guns and that suited Jo fine. Lara had nearly reached the stairs when she heard her name called out from behind.

“Lara?” Sarah called after her.

Lara turned to face her work colleague as she approached her. Contempt might be too strong a word for Lara’s feelings towards the redhead but it wasn’t far off. They didn’t get along. Still, their recent stint as a pair in the VIP room had made Lara realise the girl wasn’t all bad.

Sarah stopped in front of her. Lara had to admit, she looked good in her outfit. Sarah was wearing a black bra, with a black fishnet crop top over it. Her midriff was bare and her outfit was completed by a black, mini skirt that flared out at the bottom.

If I was a guy, I’d ask for a dance. For sure.

“Hey Sarah. What’s up?” Lara said, trying to maintain a pleasantness to her voice.

“Just wanted to say “hi.” And to thank you,” Sarah said, seeming genuine. Lara couldn’t contain her surprise.

“Thank me for what?” Lara asked.

“Your advice regarding dealing with Captain Price. It was pretty good. I was in and out of there inside five minutes. I wasn’t thrilled when Dave told me to visit him at the station. The idea of being in there with a dozen guys just outside the door listening to us.... well, lets just say I wasn’t looking forward to it. But we didn’t get very far after I went full tilt from the start. He finished all over himself. You steered me right on this one. So, thanks, I guess,” Sarah said.

Lara was floored. Sarah was clearly attempting to be nice and finding it an unfamiliar fit. Still, the effort was appreciated.

I can’t believe she sought me out to thank me. Has she hit her head or something? Who is this person.

“Sure. No problem. I’m glad it worked out well,” Lara said back to her. “Wait. Did you say he came on himself?” Lara said, now starting to smile at the idea of the big, burly Captain finishing prematurely.

“Oh yeah. He looked really embarrassed about it. It’s difficult to portray this tough guy persona when you jizz all over your clothes like a chump during his first tryst,” Sarah said, grinning from ear to ear. They started to laugh together.

“The fucker deserves it. And you’ve had your turn now. Hopefully, you won’t have to do it again any time soon,” Lara said.

“Yeah. I hope so. Anyway, I’ll let you go. I’m up on stage after Carol anyway so I better go get ready. See you around, Lara,” Sarah said as she walked away from Lara and towards the rear of main stage. Lara watched her go, still a little confused by Sarah’s behaviour but thankful for it.

What a turn up for the books. No fighting or bitching at each other.

The somewhat normal conversation was a nice change of pace. Still, she had to focus on her meeting with Dave. She’d ponder more on the Sarah situation later.

Lara walked up the stairs towards Dave’s office. Her recent commitment to earning enough money to maintain her new lifestyle was fresh in her mind. Whatever he had planned to say, she’d deal with it. She’d made an ultimatum last week to Dave about replacing Will in their lap dancing video and Dave had caved. But she knew she couldn’t continue to play that card. Eventually, he’d call her bluff.

Lara wasn’t willing to go back to being broke. She knew she had to bend a little if she wanted to stay here long term. The key was knowing how far to bend without breaking. She’d walk that tightrope. She was determined to make this work. She opened the door, forgetting to knock.

Dave wasn’t in his leather chair behind his desk. He was sitting on the couch instead. And he wasn’t alone. On her knees in front of him, was Jenny, blowing him as he rested his hands on her head. Lara just stood there in surprise, watching the pony-tailed blonde’s head go up and down at a rapid pace, clearly nearing the end of their encounter.

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll come back later,” Lara said, feeling uncomfortable after walking in on the pair of them.

“You didn’t knock so you might as well fucking stay,” Dave said, staring at Lara as Jenny bobbed up and down on his dick. Jenny started to turn her head to look at Lara, noticing her for the first time but Dave’s hand took a firm grip and forcefully resumed the blowjob.

“Don’t get distracted, Jen,” he said. “I’m nearly there.”

Lara stood and watched. The embarrassment faded. It was replaced by something else. She had never watched two other people go at it like this in person before. The closest she had gotten was her encounter with Mr. Fitch, Chad and Sarah in the VIP and frankly she had been too distracted with Mr. Fitch to really notice what Sarah and Chad had gotten up to.

This was different. She was just standing and watching. She could see details. The look on Dave’s face. How he had his hand wrapped in her hair. The lewd sounds she was making as she pleasured him with her mouth. The way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him. She watched as Jenny quickly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she worked hard to get Dave off. The sort of detail you would miss as a participant. A detail only a voyeur would notice. And that’s exactly what Lara was.

Jenny was a good looking girl. Clearly, as she worked here. It was a given. Dave was much less to look at with his balding head and flabby gut. But it didn’t matter. In fact, it may have added to the scene in front of her. A pretty young thing, servicing an older man who was far beneath her, physically any way. You wouldn’t look at a man like Dave at a glance and assume he could get a girl like that. And yet he had. He had her swallowing his cock on a regular basis.

Power. Power and money, Lara thought as she watched the act of supplication unfolding in front of her. She felt herself flush a little as the eroticism of watching the two of them hit her.

Do I like to watch? I’ve never really considered it before. Or is it the domination aspect? she thought, unable to deny how hot she found the entire thing. The thought of joining the blonde on her knees even flashed through her mind for a moment.

Where the fuck did that come from?

Lara was distracted from her internal analysis by the sounds of Dave grunting. He was coming in Jenny’s mouth now, her steady bobbing bringing him to release. Her pace never wavered as she took his load and swallowed, doing what was expected of her. Pulling off would create a mess and Jenny knew from past experience that Dave hated a mess.

“Good girl,” Dave said, as he emptied the last few drops into her mouth. She swallowed one more time and then released Dave’s cock. He used a wet wipe to clean himself off and then put his dick away. Jenny got to her feet.

“Anything else, Dave?” she asked.

“No, we’re done. I need to have a chat with Lara now. Go enjoy yourself at the bar. Tell Enrique I said it’s on the house,” Dave said.

She nodded and made to leave the room, avoiding Lara’s eyes as she did so. Dave looked up from the couch and watched as Jenny ignored Lara as she left.

Dave had enjoyed the blowjob. He had received thousands of blowjobs at this point and he knew every woman gave head a little differently. No two were exactly the same. The way they moved and bobbed. The pressure of their lips. Did they pout or tuck them? How much tongue use, and where on the shaft? Where on the head? Suction power? How far they would take you. Could they deep throat? If they did, was it a momentary, fleeting trick or could they really handle it long term? How did they move their head? Straight up and down or with a twist? What sounds did they make? Hands. Ball work. Prostate massage. All different variables that led to a different experience from woman to woman.

Jenny was consistent if not spectacular. A six out of ten every time. She was what you wanted out of a daily driver. But what if you wanted to be thrilled? To be shaken up a bit. To experience something mind blowing.

Technique was important but it wasn’t just about technique. Once in a blue moon you found a woman with a certain “Je Ne Sais Quoi.” Jenny didn’t have it. The woman standing in front of him most definitely did.

Dave had planned this interaction. Scheduled the meeting with Lara to coincide with his moment with Jenny. Lara hadn’t knocked. He liked that as it gave him plausible deniability. It had been “her fault.” She had walked in because she lacked manners, not because he had planned it. Truthfully, had she knocked he would have called her inside. It was a manipulation tactic. He had wanted Lara to see him with his dick in another woman’s mouth. To remind her, viscerally, that he had this on tap whenever he wanted. To let her know that she wasn’t special.

Of course, she was special. But he had to dissuade her from that fact if he was to control her. He had to maintain the power in their dynamic. He was confident that he could. She was bright but she was young. He had decades on her. She simply wasn’t a match for him when it came to mind games. And he was ready to begin his next one.

“Come sit down, Lara,” Dave said, motioning to the seat beside him.

“I’ll stand Dave. When is the last time you had those cushions cleaned?” she asked.

“The couch is clean. Jenny didn’t spill a drop, Lara. You saw for yourself. She never does. That girl is one in a million,” Dave said, laying on the praise for Jenny real thick. “Might give the best head I’ve ever had, to be honest,” Dave said, not in fact being honest.

Dave noticed a flicker of annoyance on her face. It was brief but it was there.

And now she is thinking back to when she had me in her mouth and wondering what she did wrong. What made Jenny better?

The seed was planted. Literally and figuratively.

“Yeah, sure,” Lara said her lips pursed as if biting back a comment. “Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about? I’m sure you didn’t ask me up here to discuss blowjobs.”

“Actually, I did. In a way,” Dave said.

Lara raised both eyebrows in legitimate surprise.

“I’m expanding our series of videos. The lap dance tutorial video is selling great. Plenty of clubs have bought it. I was expecting that. But the surprise is how popular it is in the classes. Those pop-up “Learn how to lap dance” classes you see targetted at housewives. They are buying it too. And that got me thinking of an untapped market. We are going to film a blowjob improvement class,” Dave said.

“Dave, there is free porn everywhere. Who is going to buy that?” Lara said, unconvinced at the premise. She was now sitting down on the couch beside him, despite her earlier comment.

“That’s the thing, Lara. It’s not porn. It’s teaching. The video will be explaining how and why she is doing what she is doing. And the market is there. Young girls who are nervous and clueless. Middle aged housewives looking to re-ignite their marriages, or more likely to up their game for their affair partners. And just regular guys who are sick of the generic head they see. The guys who want to see an expert work. That’s a pretty decent chunk of market, Lara. I think it’ll be great.”

Lara had to admit, she hadn’t considered those angles. It wasn’t totally ridiculous.

“And I suppose you want me to do it? I don’t do porn, Dave,” she said, expecting an argument.

“Oh, god no. No, I know this isn’t in your wheelhouse, Lara. No, I wanted your opinion on whether to stick with Jenny or to ask Sarah to do it. Also, you have a nice voice. When they are done, would you consider doing the voice over? They won’t be able to live narrate themselves, for obvious reasons. Oh and whoever we choose to do it, I’ll need you to cover their shifts,” Dave said.

What the fuck? Only Sarah or Jenny? He didn’t even consider me? Just for the voice? Not on camera?

“Well, um. I don’t know. I mean, I’m not a guy. I’m sure you would know better....” Lara said, a little off balance now. She had been expecting him to ask her. Lara had been formulating counter-arguments and demands that now seemed a little pointless. And presumptuous.

“You know Sarah well though, right? You pair are always palling around. If I asked, do you think she would be interested?” Dave asked.

“Yeah, she might be,” Lara answered, even more confused now.

How could Dave think I was close with Sarah?

“Good. I think from an ability standpoint, that Jenny barely takes it. Sarah is also incredible but she also might look better on camera. The flowing red hair and perfect tits, you know? Makes for a good visual. Might give Sarah the edge. What do you think?” Dave asked, happy with how the conversation was progressing.

What the fuck is wrong with my tits that they don’t qualify? she thought, subconsciously glancing down.

“Um, yeah. The red hair would look good,” Lara said, simply while looking down at herself.

“Yeah. And you’ll do the voice over? It would add a lot to the production to have you behind the camera on this one,” Dave said.

Why only behind the camera?

“Sure Dave. I’ll do the voice over. I’ll.... I’ll start thinking of a script,” she said, clearly distracted.

“Great! Thanks, Lara. I’ll get the ball rolling on this. I think it might even beat our little lap dance video experiment. Be our new bestseller,” Dave said, intimating that the last video with Lara would be of a lower standard than the new one.

“Dave I’m sorry but I have to ask. When you said that it “wasn’t in my wheelhouse” what exactly did you mean? That you know I don’t do porn, or that I wasn’t skilled enough?” Lara asked.

“Lara, it’s not porn. It’s a how-to video,” Dave said, correcting her as if the distinction mattered.

“Right, right. It’s not porn. But it’s still a sexual act. Did you think I’d not want to do it? Or that I wouldn’t be.... suited to the video?” Lara asked, now pushing him again for an answer.

I’ve got her.

“Come now, Lara. Don’t take it personally. You know I think you are great. I’m glad I hired you. You are popular here, the customers love you. You give some of the best lap dances I’ve ever seen. That’s why I wanted you for the last video. You knocked it out of the park. But not everyone is the best at everything. I want the video to be a success and I need a truly talented cock sucker for that. A dick sucking savant,” Dave said.

Lara looked a little put out. “Dave, I blew you after the video. You said it was amazing,” Lara said, reminding the man of how he had come down her throat.

“Oh, and it was. It was great. I was so worked up from your terrific lap dance. You really did me a solid there,” Dave said, downplaying the mind blowing blowjob as best he could.

“Dave,” Lara said raising her voice slightly now. “I give great head. All the guys I’ve been with have told me so,” Lara said, not realising that she was now trying to justify her skills to the man.

“Well, don’t take this the wrong way Lara, but of course they would. They are hardly going to complain, are they?” he said chuckling to himself. Lara glared at him.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. You are excellent. Great technique. And enthusiastic!” Dave said, reaching out to tap her knee as if he was trying to reassure her. “But Lara, there are levels to this. And I want to make the best video, you know? I need the best I’ve got available.”

“I’m telling you, Dave. That’s me,” Lara said, defiant now.

“Lara....” Dave said, pretending he was trying to let her down easy.

“I can prove it. I did a double session with Sarah in the VIP last week. One of the clients suggested a blowjob competition. I won it, Dave. My guy came before Sarah’s did. She even had the younger guy! She had the edge. So if you thought Sarah was the best option, wouldn’t that prove I’m better? Plus, If I’m on the video, the voice over will make more sense. Think about it,” Lara said, happy that she had proven her point.

He can’t deny the logic here. Clearly, I’m the best option.

Dave put his hands together as if deep in thought. He wasn’t. He was just deciding how long to pretend to think. Still, the information about the blowjob race in the VIP was news to him, and frankly had surprised him.

Perhaps her sluttification is progressing faster than I thought? He thought to himself. He decided to push back one more time. Make her beg for it, just because he could.

“You have a point Lara. If you did beat Sarah in the VIP, that changes things. That would mean Sarah is out. But Jenny is something else Lara. Her talent is off the chart. Plus, I showed her our lap dance video. I didn’t tell her outright, but I sort of hinted she would be in a future video. It wouldn’t be fair to her,” Dave said.

“Come on, Dave. You said you wanted it to be great. And you know my body is better than hers. Jenny doesn’t have these,” Lara said, smiling alluringly as she grabbed her breasts through her cocktail dress and created a delicious valley of cleavage for him to look at. He laughed.

“That is true. You have her beat there,” Dave said, letting her believe he was slowly being convinced.

Dave was beginning to regret letting Jenny finish him. His plan was going so fucking well that he knew if he asked Lara to “prove” herself on him right there and then, that she would do it. Gladly. But he was spent and he didn’t want to waste a go at her. Besides, it would look better if he didn’t ask her to perform right now. She would truly believe the bullshit if it seemed it wasn’t self serving.

“I guess it could work....” he said.

“Let me do it Dave. I want to do it,” Lara said, leaning forward imploring him to agree.

“Alright. We’ll give it a go. You’ll want to wear your eye mask, yeah?” Dave said, pre-empting one of her likely demands.

“Yes. It worked well last time. Plus, it’s really sexy. Also, Dave, let me edit it. Please. I couldn’t bear it if Lenny stuck some 80’s porn sax over it,” she said, pleadingly but not firmly, not wanting to seem too demanding. Dave laughed a belly laugh.

“Yeah that does sound like something Lenny would do. Alright, you can edit it. You know what you are doing, I hope? I want this to be professional,” Dave said, pretending he gave a shit about the finished product and not just finishing in her mouth.

“I practically ran my high school media room. I know what I’m doing,” she said reassuringly.

I have her begging to be in the video, and now she wants to save me money by editing it. I think I might be a genius.

“Good. That settles it so. You might want to pre-record the voice over. Follow along to it. We can take breaks between positions to recover,” he said.

“Positions?” Lara asked, the first hint of concern showing on her face. She had assumed it would just be a simple standing or seated blowjob. Dave noticed her hesitance and rowed back what he was about to suggest a bit.

“Oh you know, standard stuff. Seated. Standing,” he said. She nodded, seeming happier. But Dave couldn’t resist.

“We might even get adventurous. Maybe record some audio describing how to take me while on your back with your head hanging over a bed or sofa. We might not use it, but there is no harm in planning ahead,” Dave said. To Dave’s delight, Lara didn’t balk at the notion. She merely looked thoughtful. She was clearly imagining it.

Yeah, that would be sexy. And it is difficult to do. I can do that position well. I’ll record some tips for that in the voice over, she thought.

“Yes. It’s rare to find someone confident enough to take a man like that. They’ll want to know how best to do it,” Lara said, getting into the prep. But she knew she needed to re-establish her worth.

“Let’s talk compensation. Dave, I want a bigger cut of this one,” Lara said, ready for the pushback.

Dave couldn’t care less about the money. He wasn’t even sure he would try to sell it. So a larger percentage of nothing was still nothing. But this wasn’t just about money. It was about control. He was in charge. He would thread the line between letting her think she had gotten something out of him, without her thinking she had gotten one over on him.

“I’ll go to 20%” he said.

“I want 50%, Dave. I’m worth it,” she said. Lara knew if this video did well, she could earn a fortune on it. She wanted to squeeze everything she could out of it.

“That’s ludicrous, Lara, and you know it. Let’s live in reality here,” he said, pretending that any of this mattered.

“I’ll go to 25. That’s being generous.”

“Come to 40% Dave,” she said, emphasising the word come.

Dave smiled to himself. She was trying to manipulate him now. She may be a novice at emotional manipulation but she was still a pro at manipulating men. She was trying to get him to picture them together. To picture himself coming. It was clever. He’d reward her for the effort.

“Okay, 35% and I’m insane to even suggest it,” Dave said.

“Deal,” Lara said quickly, before he could change his mind. “And I want my cut of the gross, not the net,” she added. That one had surprised Dave.

Smart girl. The figure would likely be the same at zero, but he admired her business savvy. He wasn’t going to tell her that though.

“Miss fucking art of the deal over here,” he said, pretending to be annoyed. “Gross it is. I’ll tell Lenny to get the camera’s set up. When your shift is over, start work on that voice over. We’ll do it in a couple of days. Now get out of here before you somehow convince me to give you half the club,” he said. Lara stood up, smirking a little at his comment.

“You know I’d make some changes around here. I do really like this office....” she said, letting her voice trail off as if imagining herself in the office. He laughed again, and this time she joined in.

He was still chuckling to himself at her joke while she was leaving the office. She started walking back down the stairs. She needed to go change and start her shift but she was pleased with the outcome of the meeting.

That went well. I get to wear my mask, edit the video to look how I want and I get 35% of everything. The fact that she had practically begged to blow the man on camera had been completely lost on her.

Back in the office, Dave was making plans to give Jenny tomorrow off from her blowing duties. He wanted to save up. He fished his phone out of his pocket and called Jack, his head of security.

“Jack, my lad. I need you to procure me some little blue pills, pronto. I have something planned and I want to be forged of iron.”

***

Detective Mike Hawthorne, strolled through the club trying to look casual. Like a regular customer, looking for some sexy company. The plan he and his partner Jo had concocted together was to get a girl into the VIP, and wait for them to compromise themselves by offering illegal “services.” Jo, already working here as a long term undercover, had described the place in detail to him.

It was Mike’s first time in the club and he had to admit, he was spoiled for choice with regards to said sexy company. Beauties, everywhere he looked. But he had been told by Jo to target one beauty in particular. Sarah, her name was. Jo had said she would stick out.

“Red hair, big tits, acts slutty,” had been Jo’s description.

Mike was fairly sure he had spotted her. She was flinging herself round a pole on the main stage, upside down, no less. He admired the skill and athleticism it took to perform the move but he had to admit, he admired how her breasts moved as she did it, a little more.

That’s got to be her, he thought as he watched her transition from the pole onto all fours as she crawled seductively towards a patron near the edge of the stage, his hand full of bills.

He decided to make sure. He walked casually over to one of the security guys. They stuck out like sore thumbs. Big black shirts saying security in bold white letters, most of them with large arms crossed across their chest. Mike was a bit of a gym rat himself and knew the type. Half these guys were clearly juiced up to their eyeballs.

All show and no go, he thought. Cosmetically impressive but muscles mostly for show. He leaned in to the security guy so he could be heard over the music.

“That’s Sarah, yeah?” Mike asked, pretending to be enamoured. He didn’t have to pretend much.

“Yup, that’s her,” he answered.

“She’s great. I might ask her for a dance once she gets off stage,” Mike said, staring at her.

The security guy just snorted. “Take a number, pal. Half the guys in here will be trying the same thing. Everybody wants a piece of Sarah,” he answered, annoyed at having to educate a newbie. Mike simply nodded, hiding his irritation.

So much for getting her alone. Plan B.

“Oh, that sucks. Well, who else would you recommend?” Mike asked.

The security guard rolled his eyes but answered all the same. He scanned the room, looking for who was available.

“That’s Jessica over there. She’s a good time for sure,” he said while pointing at a raven haired woman, sitting at the bar. “Might have the best ass in the place. She knows how to use it,” he said. Mike simply nodded. The security guy continued.

“Oh, and that’s Lara over there,” he said, pointing at a stunning brunette who had just walked out from backstage.

“Her shift just started so she’s probably available. Don’t wait long though, she’s usually busy her entire shift. Obviously. I mean, just look at her,” he said, the lust evident on his face.

Lara. That was who Jo had said was a good option too.

He stared as she walked across the floor, passing by a few feet from them. Mike took her in, unable to stop his eyes from devouring her from head to toe.

Her brunette hair was long. It flowed down her back, shimmering against the lights of the club. He noticed her striking brown eyes as she passed him, her smokey eyeshadow highlighting them. Her lips were full, sensual and shiny. Some sort of lip gloss, he assumed. Her waist was narrow, her legs long and shapely leading up to an ass that Mike thought could give the earlier mentioned Jessica a run for her money.

However it was her chest that drew Mike’s eye more than anything. And not just Mike, plenty of men had noticed her as she sashayed through the crowd. She was wearing a black satin corset which cinched her waist and pushed up her generous bust. It put her large and shapely assets on display while creating a tantalizing amount of cleavage.

Lara. There couldn’t have been a more apt name.

Mike was an avid gamer. He couldn’t help think this was the Tomb Raider, manifested into real life walking past him. She had to have known who she resembled and chosen her stripper name accordingly. But as he thought about this he realized this couldn’t be the case. Mike knew Dave demanded real names. Mike had helped curate Jo’s identity to get her hired. So Lara must be her real name.

What a quirk of fate.

Mike wondered if she had an English accent to top the whole fantasy off.

“You better make a move, buddy. She’s been noticed,” the security guard said, warning Mike that he was about to lose his window. This spurred Mike into action and he moved to catch up to her. He stepped in front of her in what he hoped was a non-threatening manner.

“Excuse me, miss?” he said, trying to get her attention.

She stopped and smiled at him. It then occurred to Mike that he had never done this before and the way she was looking at him had him flustered.

“Uh.... hi,” he said dumbly. She took the initiative.

“Well hello to you too,” she said, still smiling and now cocking one hip as she looked at him. “I’m Lara. Would you like a dance, sugar?” she asked, trying to help him out.

Okay, definitely not English. She’s American.

“I’d love one. How about we go to the VIP? Um.... how does that work?” Mike said, cursing himself for not asking Jo how he was supposed to do this.

Lara raised her eyebrows at him. “That’s a lot of money, darling. It’s not cheap in there. The minimum starts at 800 and only goes up from there. How about we just go to a booth first and you can decide how much you want to part with tonight,” she said as she linked arms with him and directed him towards a semi-private booth.

Is she trying to stop a newbie from getting fleeced?

Mike had not expected this. He started to feel bad for entrapping this girl. She had a moral compass it seemed. Still, Mike had a job to do. And he’d do it.

“No, I can afford it. I’d love some time with you in the VIP, Lara,” he said insistently. She nodded.

“Who do I pay?” he asked, again showing his inexperience.

She simply laughed at him and said, “You can give me your card if you want. I’ll open your account at the bar for you. Let you focus on enjoying yourself,” she said.

Mike fumbled for his wallet and took out a pre-paid debit card he had filled with cash just for tonight. It had 2600 dollars in it and they couldn’t take more than that. He handed it to her.

This was his first time in a club like this before but even he knew that under no circumstances do you give them a credit card. Ever. You were liable to wake up in your underwear with a bill of ten grand to your name. Lara’s next words alluded to this, almost as if she could read his mind.

“We don’t pull any tricks in here. We charge straight up. You pay for what you get, and you get what you pay for,” Lara said, and then winked at him. They approached the VIP, walking arm in arm. The main room was occupied so Lara led them to the second one.

“What’s your name, sugar?” she asked as she stopped them outside the door.

“Mike,” he answered.

“Well Mike, why don’t you head in and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be along in a minute,” she said, opening the door for him. Lara watched him head inside and then headed over to the bar.

“Hey, Enrique. New account under the name “Mike,” she said as she handed the card to the barman. “Premium package one, to start with,” she told him.

“Got it, Lara,” Enrique said as he took the card and walked over to input the card’s details into the system. Lara headed back towards the VIP.

Got myself a first timer here, she mused as she walked.

Most of the girls were split on first timers. On one hand, it was a chore to teach them the ropes. They didn’t know how things worked, what was expected and what was allowed. They often wore jeans their first time, making it uncomfortable for the dancers. They also usually came in with only a few hundred with false expectations on what that could bring.

On the other hand, if they brought a wad of cash or a large line of credit, it was easy to take advantage and earn yourself a big score. They usually only lasted a single song too, so it was quick and easy money. So some positives and negatives. Some girls liked it, others loathed the entire thing and avoided it.

Lara didn’t view it like that. She loved first timers. They were a blank slate. They didn’t have bad habits so she could teach them the proper etiquette and potentially turn them into excellent regulars. But the thing she enjoyed the most was being their first. She was the one who they would base all future interactions against. And she enjoyed destroying the curve.

You never forget your first, she smiled to herself as she reached the door to VIP room two. She opened it and sauntered in. Lara’s hips swayed as she approached Mike on the comfortable looking couch.

He looks nervous.

Mike was nervous. He couldn’t help himself. This was new to him and as much as he tried to tell himself it was part of the job, it really wasn’t. He couldn’t just whip out his badge. She hadn’t done anything illegal and you can’t arrest people for what they might do. Only what they did. He’d have to let her do her thing. And try to keep his composure in the mean time.

Lara could sense his anxiety. His fingers fidgeted with the buttons of his shirt and he was sat on the edge of the seat as if he didn’t know what to do with himself. Like he was preparing to run away.

“Is this your first time in here?” she said, knowing the answer already.

“Yes.”

“I'm going to make sure you have the best time tonight. Just relax and let me take care of everything, okay?” she said. He simply nodded.

She recognised the song coming through the VIP speakers. The DJ was playing “Lose Control” by Teddy Swims. She liked it. It was good to dance to, with its steady background drum beat. It would work well to warm him up.

She slowly lifted her legs over his, one at a time so that she sat in his lap, straddling him. She sat there motionless for a moment so that he could get used to the feel of her. Then, she began to move to the music, rolling her hips in a slow, sensual grind that had her body undulating against his. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself and to get him familiar with her touch. Her hands slid down his arms, tracing the lean muscle before coming to rest on his chest.

“In here, you can touch me, Mike. It’s allowed,” she said reassuringly.

She guided his hands to her waist, encouraging him to explore the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist. His fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against her bare skin, and Lara felt a thrill of satisfaction as he did it. He was still clearly anxious but the tension in his muscles was beginning to ease. When she had sat down on his lap, he had felt like a coiled spring.

Lara continued to dance, her body pressed flush against his as she moved in time to the music. She could feel the growing bulge in his pants, the way his breathing grew heavier as she gyrated against him. She smiled to herself, knowing that she was having the desired effect.

Okay, I get it now, Mike thought.

Strip clubs had always been an enigma to him as a way to feel good. ****, he could fathom. Even hiring a hooker. He could see the logic. But strip clubs? He just, didn’t see the point. Most of the time, the men seemed to end up spending a ton of money for the privilege of coming in their own underwear. The entire thing just seemed like an expensive tease.

But sitting here as Lara performed, it became clear as day. She felt so soft. So good. The smell of her perfume as she gyrated on him. The way she was playing with his hair at the back of his neck. The attentive touch. The closeness. The body heat.

This is why men come here. I get it. I’m a convert.

Lara reached out for one of his hands and placed it in her own. She brought his hand up to the front-facing zipper of her corset.

“Unzip me. Slowly,” she said seductively while looking into his eyes. Mike did as he was told. He grasped the tiny silver zip and started to pull down. The corset opened bit by bit until he reached the bottom. She took over and pulled each side apart with her hands, and dropped the black corset on the floor behind them. He stared at her now naked breasts. Lara's nipples hardened slightly, now exposed to the air of the VIP room.

Holy hell.

Mike’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her. The size. The shape. How they stood proudly, not a bit of sag to be seen. The way they jiggled slightly with each movement, the way they seemed to invite his touch.

Lara smiled at his awestruck expression. This part always gave her a thrill. She leaned back slightly, arching her spine to present the tantalizing curve of her breasts.

“Go ahead, touch them.”

Mike considered his next move. Part of him thought this was crossing a line. But this type of touching was par for the course in here. It was normal. Expected even. If he refused, she likely wouldn’t keep going. And he needed her to keep going if he was going to get her in cuffs. So he decided to do it. If he was honest with himself, he really wanted to anyway.

Lara noticed his hesitation and took control. She guided his hands to her breasts, encouraging him to explore their weight and shape. She gasped softly as his fingers sank into her pliant flesh, his palms molding to the perfect curves. The sensation of his hands brushing against her nipples sent a spark of pleasure through her body. She loved having them played with.

“That's it," she breathed, arching even more to push her breasts more fully into his touch. “Play with them,” she said in a husky voice. She continued to move against him, her hips rolling and grinding in a sensual dance as his hands caressed her breasts. She could feel him beneath her, now rock hard. She leaned in close to him.

“I can feel how much you're enjoying this, Mike. I can feel how hard you are,” she purred into his ear.

“Uh, yeah,” was all Mike whispered back.

Lara reached down and ran her fingers along the rigid length of his cock, tracing it through the fabric of his pants. Mike let out a slight gasp as his hips jerked involuntarily at the intimate touch. She could feel it twitch and throb beneath her movements.

He’s about to finish, she thought to herself.

“Are you going to “Lose Control?” Lara asked teasingly, repeating the words of the song chorus as she started to grip him a little more vigorously now.

Mike certainly was starting to lose control. The feeling of her grinding on him as he felt up her tits had been so good. But when she had started to slide her fingers over him, he thought he might bust there and then.

Remember why you are here. She’s hardly going to offer extras if you bust all over yourself after a single song. Get it together, Mike.

“Yeah, I might. You’re really good at that,” he said, both statements being truthful. He decided that he wouldn’t last long enough to get her to offer to do more. Frankly, she wouldn’t need to. He was like putty in her hands and they both knew it. He’d have to push the envelope himself.

“Can I take my pants and briefs off before that happens? Is that allowed? I don’t want to have to walk home with.... ya know...” he remarked, leaving the obvious unsaid.

“Sure thing, darling. Whatever makes you comfortable,” Lara said. He wasn’t the first customer concerned with walking through the club with cum sloshing around his pants. The VIP afforded the type of thing he was requesting.

Lara dropped to her knees in front of him and helped him shimmy his pants and then underwear off. His dick sprang free, pointing straight up. It was a good size, she thought. About six inches and decently thick. She reached out and gripped him. She gave him a couple of languid strokes but then stopped, and resumed her position in his lap.

Mike had been just about ready to spring the trap the moment she had reached out and touched his naked cock. A naked handjob was enough to book her with. But she had stopped after a couple of strokes before he could say anything and was now resuming her grinding. He wanted her dead to rights with no wiggle room. He’d have to wait.

Lara continued to grind, now to the rhythm of a new song playing over the speakers. She moved to the beat of “Earned It” by The Weeknd. The music conjured images from the film. Lara had a hard time imagining this guy in a Fifty Shades style red room.

He’d probably have a heart attack.

She was rubbing against his naked cock now, only the thin material of her panties separating them. The lace of her underwear brushed against his sensitive skin, the sensation drawing a low groan from his throat. Lara felt him throb a little. She leaned back, bracing her hands behind her as she undulated and gyrated against him.

Mike was struggling now. This isn’t working either. I just don’t have the stamina. I’ll have to just ask her. It makes the collar less clean, less straightforward but I don’t have any other options. I simply can’t last.

“What are the rules regarding.... uh.... finishing?” he asked awkwardly.

“You just release whenever you want to, baby. This is all about you,” she cooed as she rode him. “Don’t worry about when. Let it happen.”

“No I meant, um, are there rules about where I can come?”

“Oh, I see what you mean,” she said, a sly smile on her face. She leaned in to whisper into his ear. “Do you want to come all over my perfect tits?” she asked seductively.

Jesus, yes. But I need to leave no doubt for the report.

“That sounds good. But I was wondering if you could use your mouth?” he asked, his voice cracking as he said it.

Lara decided to have a little fun with him. She grabbed his middle finger and brought it to her face. She licked her lips and then took the entire finger into her mouth and sucked, staring him straight in the eyes. She rolled her tongue around it and moaned.

Fuck a duck. This lady could seduce a monk.

“Ugh, actually Lara what I meant was....” Mike began. She took his finger out of her mouth.

“I know what you meant, sugar,” she said laughing as she slid onto her knees before him.

She normally didn’t do this for club rookies. She normally didn’t need to do it. Frankly, she didn’t need to here either. He had been close numerous times. But Lara found his innocence endearing and decided to bend her rules a bit. She held his length at the base with one hand and leaned in to blow some hot air over his shaft and head. His dick twitched repeatedly.

Lara leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the swollen head, suckling gently as she gazed up at him with hooded eyes.

Fucking hell. That feels good. Right, this is enough. I can stop her here and take her in. She’ll spill everything she knows about Dave’s operation and....

“Fuck....” Mike groaned, his thoughts interrupted as Lara swallowed his entire length in one fell swoop. She held him there for a moment, still looking up at him before starting her agonizing retreat up his dick. She stopped again at his head. He felt in ecstasy the way Lara's tongue swirled around the sensitive crown of his cock, the feel of her plush lips stretching around his girth.

Don't do it, Mike, he warned himself, even as his hand reached out to rest his hand on top of her head as she pleasured him, sucking him with increasing fervour.

Don't let her suck you off. What the fuck are you doing? You can't let it go that far.

She took him in deep again, this time for only a few seconds, and then back up. She started to bob at a steady pace. Her lips providing just the right amount of pressure and her tongue lapping at his frenulum as she worked.

I can't believe this is happening, Mike thought, watching in awe as Lara's head bobbed faster and faster up and down his length.

I'm getting my dick sucked by the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. The woman I should have in cuffs by now. But fuck it, I don't care any more. This feels too good.

Lara continued to suck him, her mind wandering back to the earlier conversation with Dave. How he had doubted her skills. Subconsciously, those lingering thoughts may have been what prompted this little suck session. A desire to prove herself.

It didn’t make a lot of sense, logically. Dave couldn’t see her and had no way of knowing what was going on the VIP, as far as Lara was concerned anyway. So why do it? Perhaps to prove it to herself. To quieten any lingering doubts.

He’s so worked up. He won’t last long. As if I’m not great at this....

She fluttered her tongue along his length and then focused on the head for a few moments before deep throating him once more. Her head shot up and down on him at pace, her breasts catching his eye as they moved with her.

Lara seemed to sense his impending orgasm, the way his body tensed and shuddered. She increased her efforts, sucking harder and faster, her hand now pumping his shaft in time with her mouth. The wet sounds of the blowjob filled the room, mingling with the creaking of the leather sofa and Mike's harsh panting breaths.

I'm going to come, Mike realized, his jaw clenching as he stared at Lara's face, watching the way her lips stretched obscenely around his girth.

Fuck, I'm really going to come in her mouth.

“Gaahh....” Mike’s sound came out as a gurgle as he came.

Lara felt the first hot, thick spurt of Mike's cum hit her tongue and she instinctively swallowed, her muscles working to gulp him down. But her mouth kept filling. Even as she swallowed, he pumped more and more into her. Her eyes widened as she realized she couldn’t take it all.

Try as she might, there was simply more coming in than she could handle. She sputtered and snorted slightly as the cum started to spurt out of her mouth and leak down her chin and onto her chest. She thought that some may have even escaped from her nose.

Fuck, there's so much of it, she thought as she struggled to keep up with the sheer volume of Mike's release. He must not have come in ages for his balls to be this full. It's a wonder they didn't just burst from the pressure.

Mike seemed lost in a haze of pleasure, his eyes glazed and unfocused as he stared down at Lara's face as she worked hard to swallow everything. She could feel Mike start to finally slow down, his thrusts becoming less urgent and more languid as his climax began to subside. He had removed his hand from her head and with a final, shuddering groan, Mike's cock gave a last feeble twitch, and the last weak spurts of his seed dribbled onto Lara's tongue.

She had swallowed for what had felt like a minute straight. Lara knew most men came about one to two teaspoons’ worth. So normally around three or four swallows and you were good. Not today. The world record was reportedly an impressive twelve teaspoons worth. It had felt to Lara like Mike had rivalled that.

“Fucking hell, Mike. You must have been storing that up for a while. It’s considered good manners to warn a girl before you try to drown her,” Lara said, looking up at him.

Mike could only stare down at her with embarrassment, the doubts and recriminations starting to seep into him now. What had he done? The goal had been to compromise one of the girls. Use it to turn them. But all he had done is compromise himself. He had allowed himself to be seduced. She had done her job too well.

No. Stop that shit right now. Take responsibility. This isn’t on her, it’s on you. You weak fuck.

He slumped back into the seat. He was ashamed of himself. His job was to stop things like this from happening. To protect young women from feeling like they had to do this sort of thing. He had let himself down. And Jo. He wasn’t sure how he was going to explain this to her. She had been busting her ass maintaining her cover. She had been inside The Pearl for months. And he couldn’t even resist ten minutes with Lara.

Lara looked up at the man. Most men had a look of dopey bliss on their faces after coming. This man looked upset, almost pained.

Is he guilty? Married, perhaps?

She inched forwards on her knees to get closer to him. “It’s okay you know,” she said reassuringly. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

Mike winced as he listened to her try and comfort him. He couldn’t bear it.

“I have, Lara,” he said to her as she sat between his legs. “I really have.”

He looked down at her as he told her the ugly truth.

“Lara, I’m a cop.”

***

Lara sat stunned on her knees, Mike's words echoing in her ears like a gunshot. She stared up at him, her eyes wide with shock. But not just shock. She felt a mix of fear and anger. Her cheeks, still flushed from the exertion of her earlier ministrations, drained of colour as the realization of the situation sank in.

“You're a cop?" she whispered. “Like, one of Captain Price’s men?”

Mike buried his face in his hands. Her words had destroyed him. She thought he was one of them. Was like them. The corrupt fuckers who would take bribes and use women like her as they saw fit. Was she wrong? Soul searching had to come later. He couldn’t just sit there. He had to answer her.

“No, not one of Price’s men,” he said with a sigh.

Lara was starting to panic now. If he wasn’t one of Price’s men then he had no deal with Dave. Which meant she was about to be arrested for solicitation.

“What comes next?” she asked, her voice distressed. “Am I under arrest, Mike?”

Mike hesitated, his gaze flickering to hers. He could see the fear and confusion swimming in her eyes, and it made his stomach churn with guilt.

“Look, we both know what just happened is not exactly legal,” he said, his voice tinged with a mix of regret and resignation. “But no, I’m not arresting you.” Lara felt a wave of relief wash over her at his words.

Thank fuck for that, she thought.

“Thank you. Um, why?” she asked, grateful but confused.

“Lara, I shouldn’t have done that. I just broke about a dozen regulations but failing all that, it was wrong. Morally wrong. I can't in good conscience arrest you after what I just did. I’m a cop. I took an oath and I just broke it. I should have resisted succumbing to.... to you. It was wrong of me and I have to accept that and ask for your forgiveness. Can you forgive me, Lara?”

Lara let out a short, mirthful laugh, shaking her head in disbelief.

“You know, that's the first time I've had a man come down my throat and then apologize straight afterward,” she said, a hint of amusement and disbelief in her tone. “I have to admit, it's a refreshing change of pace.” Her expression then softened as the relief that she wasn’t being arrested sunk in and was fully absorbed.

“Don't be too hard on yourself, Mike,” she said, her voice taking on a more sympathetic lilt. “You're a man, after all. In my experience, there aren't many guys who can stop once I’ve started,” she said, noticing that she had said something similar to Alan several nights ago.

Men really do think with their dicks.

“Maybe the Pope could stop,” she joked.

“Even so, I know better. I’m sorry,” he repeated. She got up off her knees and joined him on the couch. He noticed she was still topless and looked away.

“Look at me,” she said grabbing his chin and making him face her. “You didn’t **** me to do anything. I wanted to, and I did it, understand?” she told him. He nodded.

“So if you aren’t with Price, was this just a random sting or something?” she asked.

Mike paused, unsure of what to tell her. He looked at her a long moment. If he wasn’t going to arrest her, and he wasn’t, then he had no leverage. She had no reason to turn. To help him. But as he stared at her, he was compelled to tell the truth anyway.

“No, not random. I came here undercover to arrest one of you girls. To get one of you to flip on Dave Miller,” he said.

This made Lara uneasy again. If Dave went down, her job would disappear in a flash. She didn’t want that. But why would Mike want Dave? What was he into?

“What exactly do you think Dave is into,” she said, warily.

“I’m not sure. But whatever it is, I need to find out. I'll level with you. I don’t care about Dave Miller. He’s a stepping stone to Captain Price. I know you’ve seen him around. He’s a regular here. Lara, Price is dirty. He’s as dirty as they come. I’m here for him. I’m trying to put a case together to bring the fucker down. Dave is paying Price large sums of money for something and I need to figure out what. Once I do, I’ll have that corrupt fuck Price behind bars,” he told her.

“Mike, Dave is paying the cops to look the other way regarding.... well regarding the type of thing we just did. It’s more common than you’d think,” she told him. He shook his head.

“I know that Lara, but the amount of money we are talking here just doesn’t track with that. They are in business together, I’m sure of it. And you can bet your ass it’s illegal.”

Lara sat there and tried to digest the news. He wasn’t after Dave, he just needed him to get to Price. Lara had zero love for the moustached menace. She would gladly see him out of the way.

Mike leaned over and picked up her corset from the ground and handed it to her, praying that she would put it on. He was getting hard again just looking at her. Mercifully, she moved the corset around her and started to zip it up.

“Lara, I’m taking a chance by telling you all of this. I’m hoping that you’ll help me.”

“I’ve got to be honest with you Mike, I’ve no idea about Dave’s dealings,” she told him. He nodded, disappointment etched on his face.

What do I do here? If I help him, the girls get rid of Captain Price. For good. But this could be dangerous. And what if Dave is in deep? What then? She made her mind up.

“But maybe I can find out?” she said, hopefully. Mike’s expression immediately turned. He smiled at her.

“That would be a great help Lara. Whatever you can find out. Discreetly,” he added. “Don’t put yourself in harms way.”

She smiled at his apparent concern for her safety. But she needed some guarantees if she was going to do this.

“If I help you, I’m free and clear, right? You wont try and prosecute me for.... anything I might do while working here?” she asked.

“I swear. I’m not here to make trouble for the girls working here. This is about Price. He’s the target,” he told her, truthfully. She believed him.

“And about Dave. Listen, I know you say he is into some shady shit but Mike, I need my job. All the girls here do. If you lock him up....” she said but Mike cut across her.

“We’ll give him a deal. We just need him to tell us what his involvement with Captain Price entails. That’s it. He’ll deal. They always do,” he said confidently.

“Okay. I’ll help. I’ll do some digging, discreetly as you suggested. I’ll start with Lenny, our I.T. guy. He does a lot round here. He might know things that can help without even realising it,” she said, working up a plan of attack in her mind.

“As long as you’re careful,” he reminded her.

“Do I get a codename?” she asked excitedly. “I’ll take anything but Doris,” she said, referencing a movie she wasn’t sure if he had seen.

He smiled at her. “Would that make me Boris?” he said, clearly picking up on her reference. “No codenames necessary. We’ll keep things simple. Give me your number. I’ll call you in a day or two. We can meet somewhere to discuss everything.”

“What about now?” she asked.

“Now? I'm going to go home and have a long shower. And then maybe donate to a dozen charities. Try to ease my conscience.”

“I’d hold off. After what we just did, Enrique is going to charge your card 1200 bucks,” she said wincing a little. He groaned. “I’d give you the friends discount but it might raise a few eyebrows. Sorry,” she added.

“I’ll survive,” he said, getting up off the couch. She followed him. He turned to look at her.

“Thank you, Lara. I’m glad it was you who I ended up with in here,” he said softly. She gave him a strange look. “Who else was in the running?” Lara asked, curiously.

“Um, the redhead. Sarah I think her name was,” he answered.

Lara burst out laughing. “She would have eaten you alive. There would be a Mike-shaped puddle on the floor once she was done with you. Still, I’m sure you would have enjoyed yourself,” she said with a sly grin.