Date

Sarah replied within minutes.

This weekend sounds perfect. Saturday evening? There’s a nice wine bar downtown. 7pm?

I agreed.

The days in between were strange. I went to work like normal, but everything felt different. Emily sent me a small encrypted file with basic information on Sarah: Detective Sarah Kline, 34, lead investigator on several missing persons cases tied to the club and similar venues. No known romantic partners. Smart. Dedicated. Dangerous.

On Saturday I arrived at the wine bar early. Sarah showed up right on time wearing a fitted black dress that was elegant but hinted at the body underneath. She smiled when she saw me.

“You clean up nice,” she teased as she sat down.

We ordered a bottle of red and talked for hours. She was good. Really good. She asked questions that felt natural but dug deeper than they seemed. I stuck to my cover story as much as possible, but I could tell she was testing me.

At one point she leaned forward, her fingers lightly brushing mine on the table. “You know… you have this look sometimes. Like you’re carrying something heavy. If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.”

Her eyes held mine. There was real warmth there, mixed with something sharper. Professional curiosity or genuine interest? I could not tell.

I almost told her everything right then. Almost.

Instead I smiled and changed the subject.

Later that night we walked along the river. The city lights reflected on the water. She stopped and turned toward me.

“I like you, Alex,” she said softly. “There’s something different about you. I can’t quite figure it out yet… but I want to.”

She kissed me.

It was slow at first, then deeper. I kissed her back, my hands sliding to her waist. For a moment the detective, the group, everything disappeared. It was just her lips and the way she pressed against me.

When we pulled apart she was breathing a little faster. “I should get going,” she whispered, but she did not move away immediately. “Text me when you get home safe?”

I nodded.

As I watched her walk away I felt two very different things at the same time: attraction… and guilt.

Emily called the next morning.

“How did it go?” she asked.

“She’s definitely investigating,” I told her. “She’s smart. Careful. But she likes me.”

“Good,” Emily replied, sounding satisfied. “Keep getting closer. We need to know how much she knows and who else is involved. In the meantime…”

She sent me a photo. It was Trixie and Luna, dressed in new lingerie, kneeling side by side with eager expressions.

“They have been asking about you,” Emily said. “Would you like to see them tonight?”

I stared at the photo for a long moment.

“Yes,” I answered.

That night I went back to the club. Luna and Trixie were waiting for me in a private suite. The moment I walked in they both dropped to their knees with matching blissful smiles.

“Welcome back,” Trixie purred.

Luna looked up at me with pure devotion. “We missed you, sir.”

I did not resist this time. I let them pull me in, let their mouths and bodies worship me for hours. Every moan, every eager movement reminded me of what I had become.

And how much I was starting to enjoy it.

As I left the club in the early hours of the morning, my phone buzzed with a new message from Sarah.

Had a really nice time with you. Can’t stop thinking about that kiss. When can I see you again?

I smiled in the darkness.