Seek the strip club

Since this pervert's interest seemed limited to getting a blonde bimbo into an interracial fuckfest, Katja decided to shift her investigation to the strip club instead. "Watch my clothes for me, will ya?"

"I wouldn't tell anyone you're a cop," he warned her as she went to the door. "Try and forget it yourself. Say you're a dancer from the suburbs."

Katja wandered along the boardwalk, enjoying the sun on her pale skin. After a few minutes of searching, she still hadn't found Beach Bunnies. She approached a pasty-skinned middle-aged man sitting on a bench in the shade; he looked like he would know where a strip club was.

"Excuse me," she called to him cheerfully. "Do you know where Beach Bunnies is?"

"Are you a cop?" he asked, instantly suspicious.

"Um, no..." Katja answered reluctantly. "I'm... just a girl..."

"You sure?" he said, standing up, suddenly threatening.

"I... I'm a dancer... from the suburbs?" Katja ventured unconvincingly. He nodded to her then took her by the hand . She followed him obediently as he led her under the boardwalk and alongside the foundation of a building that she couldn't recognize from this vantage point. They travelled alongside the wall of the building toward a fenced area and a parking lot, now away from the seaside and the watching eyes of others. The rookie cadet was happy to be seemingly progressing with her investigation, but nonetheless wary of her **** situation...