Midnight Sex Shop

by Grey, T. A.

  Midnight Sex Shop

  By T. A. GREY

  WARNING: The content in this book contains explicit sexual content. This book is intended for mature audiences only. It contains sexually explicit scenes that may be offensive. Please keep your file in a safe area on your computer and away from minors.

  This book is not transferable. If it is sold, shared, or given away it is infringement of the copyright of this work and violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

  This book is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places, and scenarios are solely the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, though reference to actual events or locations may be real.

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  Chapter 1

  Your darkest desire is our only pleasure. -Midnight Sex Shop

  Detective Lina Blackmore passed the bouncer’s inspection and stepped into a club unlike she’d ever seen. Midnight Sex Shop was a “legal” underground sex club. The club that supposedly offered everything to your heart’s desire and for the right price a customer could get anything. And Lina was here just to see how far that anything went.

  Moving onto the main floor of the club, Lina leaned against a maroon wall and watched. Her eyes took in everything quicker than the average person did. Years on the force first as a cop then as a detective taught her eyes how to see things differently.

  Where a middle-aged man sat drinking a beer at the bar, watching a naked female suck the breasts of another in a cage suspended from the ceiling, Lina saw a dangerous man. A man with hard, mean eyes. She knew his type without question—prison time for assault. Probably on an unlucky girlfriend or wife. But that wasn’t what she was looking for tonight.

  Her superior, Captain Jake Drammer, received an anonymous tip that the Midnight Sex Shop sells underage girls for sex. Just the thought of it had Lina’s fingers itching to touch the gun at her back.

  Distaste rolled on her tongue at the sight of the club. A place like this would have made her angry or even revolted, but she’d seen far greater atrocities than this. Desperate human beings grinding against each other, participating in decadence of naked flesh. She didn’t feel more than passing disgust. These people had no control.

  Shiny gold birdcages formed a zigzag pattern across the ceiling. Each filled with what Lina assumed were employees engaging in all kinds of sexual acts. Two heavily muscled men were locked in a tight embrace kissing, rubbing their strong bodies against each other. Other cages held a variety of men and women some engaged in intercourse others in oral sex. No control at all.

  At the upper balcony, glass rooms lined the edge of the dance floor. They were made to be seen from below and so they could watch the crowd. Right now they filled with people fucking. Lina smirked even as something in her tightened at seeing the lewd acts. A leather-clad man spanking a girl over his lap, two men fucking one woman by her mouth and her pussy. The men’s mouths moved but no sounds were heard over the blaring thump of the club’s techno music.

  Lina located a carpeted staircase that was blocked off by two very large guards. If the boss is in then he’s always upstairs.

  The music changed and the bass thumped hard enough to produce a similar beat in her temples. Lina pushed herself through the dense crowd of undulating sweat and sex soaked half-naked bodies to reach the stairs.

  This should be interesting.

  “I’m here to see Mr. Vanderoth,” Lina said. The ebony-skinned guard had to look way down to see her short figure. He nudged the second guard, whose pale head was so shiny the gold from the birdcages glinted off it.

  Pale head looked down at her; his eyes careened over her body looking bored before asking, “Name?”

  Lina flipped him her badge then pocketed it again. “Detective Blackmore. I have a few questions for Mr. Vanderoth.”

  The guards shared a bored look with each other. “You’re not on the list,” the muscled dark man replied.

  Lina ground her teeth together, then rolled her shoulders back. If these guys thought they could send her away, then they were in for something else.

  She flashed her badge again for good measure. “I’m sorry. I don’t think you heard me. I’m Detective Blackmore and Captain Drammer sent me.” At the mention of her Captain’s name, the guards grimaced and stiffened. “And if you don’t let me see Mr. Vanderoth, then the Captain’s coming down here with a few extra police officers.”

  “One moment,” pale head said. After a brief exchange over his headset, he grudgingly lifted the separating rope. “Mr. Vanderoth will see you, Detective.” If he sounded any more irritated Lina was afraid she might slap him. “You’ll be escorted at the top of the stairs.”

  Before he finished his sentence, Lina was pushing past him. The second floor was definitely more secluded. No dancers bumped around up here and even the music was quieter.

  Three hallways forked the main area where a big room with glass walls sat overlooking the crowd below. Only a small party used the room. She quickly averted her gaze before seeing too much.

  What interested Lina more were the closed doors along the hallway. At least a dozen of them lined each of the three halls. They must get a lot of company.

  Once again, Lina found her gaze swinging back to the clear-glass room. The current customers were getting a hell of a party. G-string women—all employees—gyrated and danced over three middle-aged men’s laps.

  Lina’s mouth nearly fell open when one of the females moved between one man’s legs and unzipped his suit pants. His erect cock sprang free.

  Lina barely managed to stifle her surprise when the woman opened her mouth and started pleasuring the man. His head fell back against his chair as pleasure drenched his features. She didn’t know what surprised her more, that this woman was openly sucking a man’s cock or that his friends participated.

  Another man took his dancer and positioned her to grab onto the balcony railing overseeing the dance floor. He pushed down his pants and pulled on a condom before plowing anxiously into the woman.

  One after the other clothes were shed, cocks taken out, and the muted sounds of sex fogged floor. Who the hell would pay to have sex in the open like this?

  “Excuse me!” A sharp voice jolted Lina back to reality. A very tall and very blonde woman wearing an outrageous outfit consisting of a black bowtie, lace corset, black stockings, and five-inch heels, glared at her with slender arms crossed.

  “Oh, sorry,” Lina said, a blush creeping over her cheeks.

  “This way,” she said. The woman rolled her darkly shadowed eyes and turned on her heel, leaving Lina behind.

  The moans and groans of sex trailed behind her, serving as a reminder of what she didn’t have. Lina’s tight shoulder muscles loosened by increments the further away they got from the club and that room.

  The leggy blonde led her through a series of hallways and turns before finally coming to a double-sided door with a number-pad locking system next to it.

/>   Conveniently blocking Lina’s vision, the blonde punched in the numbers. A high-pitched beep alerted that the door was unlocked.

  The blonde nodded for Lina to enter. “He’ll be with you shortly. Have a seat and don’t touch anything.” And then she was gone.

  Lina glared at the room. The study was very fashionable. The overall tone was like a desert sunset. All dark oranges and reds covered the room in the form of vases and lush rugs. A set of brown leather chairs sat opposed from each other and in between was an elegant wooden table. It was hardly the style she’d pictured for the owner of a sex club. She looked harder, half expecting to see a semen stain on the leather.

  She shivered in disgust; she definitely wouldn’t want to see what a black light would turn up in this place.

  She made her way around the room—touching everything. The blonde’s warning brought a small smile to her face as she rubbed a hand across the smooth leather sofa. The musky scent of real leather filled her nostrils. Mr. Vanderoth definitely made money in this business.

  There was only one other door in the room. His office, probably.

  Seeing how long I’ll wait, Mr. Vanderoth?

  All night.

  Realizing that she was pacing around the immaculate room, Lina took a seat on the leather couch. It stiffened under her like a person had never even used the damn thing. All this nice stuff was starting to make her twitch. Her own furnishings at home were all used or hand-me-downs. Being a detective didn’t pay much.

  At the sound of a doorknob turning, Lina stood and for the second time that night, her jaw almost hit the floor.

  Chapter 2

  Cade Vanderoth was not the overweight, short, balding pervert Lina had anticipated. Instead he was tall and lean with shoulders that filled the doorway he shadowed. Hair the color of a raven and looking as soft fell into unruly waves at his shoulders. He wore a black suit with a matching jacket that he left unbuttoned, revealing the soft white shirt underneath where several buttons were open. Lina was sure the suit cost more than her monthly rent.

  What captured her attention most of all—what made her heart flutter in her chest and her nipples harden into little firm points—was his eyes. Eyes the color of a dark thunderstorm; a swirl of blue and gray so beautiful it stole her breath away. A square jaw and lightly tanned skin made Cade Vanderoth into one fine man. A man to dream of at night.

  “Detective…do come in.” His voice was pure silk and hot honey.

  She didn’t know how she managed to make her legs work, but she did. He didn’t move out of the doorway, though. Instead he stepped to the side and made her brush past him. As she did, she took in his scent, which should be illegal. No man deserved to smell and look that good. It simply wasn’t fair. He smelled like dark, sexy man. She had the sudden urge to press her nose into his neck and just breathe.

  Luckily his crisp voice reminded her of what she was here for.

  “Have a seat.” He motioned to the chair across from his desk. Elegant and expensive, but not as flashy as she would have thought. He took the seat behind his desk, his body relaxed, but his expression was an unreadable mask.

  Being a cop, she knew how to read postures and expressions, but this man’s façade never wavered. His eyebrows sat low, his lips closed and flat, his eyes bored.

  “What do you want?”

  He made the air in the room disappear and her clothes feel tighter. Lina closed her eyes and gathered her wits. She didn’t work her ass off to earn her detective badge just to falter at the first handsome face.

  “I’m on orders from Captain Drammer at the STPD. We’ve received a tip that some illegal activities may be going on here.”

  Cade’s brow furrowed. “And?”

  This time Lina’s brow furrowed. So far this was not going how she’d expected. “And the STPD, specifically Captain Drammer, would be very appreciative if you let us take a look around.”

  “Tell me what you’ll be looking for exactly. Then I’ll decide whether I’ll let you look around my club, Detective. I’m sorry; I don’t think I caught your whole name, Ms…”

  Something about his words, or the way he said them, had goose bumps breaking out over her skin. Her gut told her that her name on his lips could be dangerous. Lina ached to trace her fingers over the cool metal at her back. The weight of the gun always calmed her, made her feel in control.

  “Detective Lina Blackmore.” Her fingers tapped a quick beat on her thigh instead of reaching to shake his hand like she should have.

  He may unnerve her, but she was fully alert. Alert enough to see his eyes follow the movement of her fingers. His pupils widened a fraction. Pleasure, she wondered. Certainly that wasn’t hope that just fluttered in her chest.

  Don’t be stupid, Lina.

  “Lina…” The way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine. For a moment his eyes grew soft and hot and the look he gave her could have singed off her clothes. “What a beautiful name. It suits you.” She saw the sincerity in his eyes and didn’t like it.

  She looked away to hide the blush that crept over her. Dammit, she didn’t like being flustered. She was the one who pressed people not the other way around.

  “Would you be willing to give the STPD access to your business during open hours, Mr. Vanderoth?” She ignored his compliment. “We will not be searching any files or anything like that. We just want to have a look around to see if the rumors hold any validity.”

  There, she did it—made a complete and articulate sentence. See, it wasn’t that hard. Her tongue could still work around the man if she focused hard enough.

  Cade leaned back in his chair, his tall frame taking up way too much of it. He seemed to ponder her request for a moment before answering with a certain gleam in his eye. A gleam she recognized as devious.

  When he still didn’t reply she grew frustrated.

  “Do you agree to help the police department?” she asked stiffly, crossing her arms.

  “No,” was his flat answer.

  Lina barely restrained from rolling her eyes. That’s it. She was done here. Moving to stand, Lina was stopped with a brisk shake of his head.

  “Please, don’t go yet,” his smile was lecherous. “I’m a business man, Lina. I don’t give charity. If you want to spy on this company after some outlandish rumor…” his eyes were dark and mischievous, “then I propose we strike up a bargain.”

  A storm of emotions swept through her. First anger—how dare he? Then excitement—just what kind of bargain? And then fear—how do I deal with a man like this?

  Killers, thieves, rapists and the like she knew how to handle. But this man? She had no clue.

  Chapter 3

  “What kind of bargain,” she managed to ask, her voice hoarse.

  He stood up from his desk, every powerful, magnificent inch of him, and came towards her. Each step closer made her heart beat a little bit faster.

  He bent over her slowly, his hands resting on the chair’s armrests. She was surprised he didn’t wear any cologne. No, he wore only his natural scent, which was more potent than any bottled spray could ever be.

  “I propose a seduction.” He said the word like it was pure sex. As if he already had the entire dirty plan laid out in his mind. The dirty trickster probably did too.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” came her hard response. Yet her body belied her words. She resisted the urge to squirm in her seat underneath his powerful scrutiny.

  The corner of his mouth crooked up into a sexy smile. “I assure you I don’t kid. I’ll allow you and only you to survey the premises. But only if you agree to my terms.”

  He boldly leaned closer, down to the smooth skin of her neck, and breathed deeply like he was trying to catch her scent.

  “What are your terms,” she asked and quickly regretted it. She couldn’t possibly be considering whatever his ridiculous proposal would be. And she certainly didn’t think her Captain would want things to go that far.

  He chuckled softly, the hot
air of his breath tickling the sensitive skin of her neck. She shivered before moving her head away. He only used the position to his advantage and nuzzled the soft tresses of her wavy curls.

  “My terms are…that you’re the only cop allowed to snoop in my club.” His voice was huskier than it was before. Lina strained to move further away from his touch, but his nuzzling face only followed. “And that you will be with me at all times.”

  Her temper grew like a thermometer on a hot day. “But this job would require some surveillance and interviewing employees, which means I’d be sitting and watching people for hours. Are you sure you want to do that?”

  His hand moved to unclasp her fisted fingers; his touch brought a wave of goose bumps over her skin.

  “Normally not. But you, Lina Blackmore, have captured my attention.”

  She barely resisted the urge to correct his use of her name. She didn’t earn her title for nothing.

  He continued, “As I said, you will be with me while you’re here. And most importantly, you will grant me certain…favors.” He said the word with all the decadence of a man who knew the pleasures of the body.

  Her chin shot up. “If you think you can bribe me, then you’re in for a surprise.”

  He smiled down at her, and her stomach did a flip. “Not a bribe, Detective. Just a favor. You certainly wouldn’t be forced to do anything you didn’t want to. I’m merely asking you to loosen that rigid collar of control you have around yourself. Who knows, maybe you’d feel something magnificent and…bad.”

  A flood of heat pooled between Lina’s thighs. She never knew that mere words could turn her body into a taut wire of passion ready to spring.

  Perfectly manicured fingers traced hot circles over the palm of her cold, clammy hand. The teasing sensation made her think of more delicious places he could touch. A beaded nipple came to mind, which she just happened to sport at the moment.