Open All Night

by Sahara Kelly

  Yeah. He was about the only suspect she could nail down. Definitely worth a closer look. Perhaps if she played her role to the hilt, she could get him to offer her some “cut-rate” DVDs.

  She pasted her “dumb” grin over her face, tugged down her clingy top another inch or so, thrust her breasts out and strolled up to the register.

  “Hi.”

  *~~*~~*

  She had to be a hooker.

  Lou couldn’t see any other reasonable explanation for the fact that Miss Supertits was still hanging around. He’d had his eye on her for most of the night, since there was something about her that made him itch.

  And when Investigator Lou Franconi itched in a certain way, something was usually out of place other than his balls.

  Since she hadn’t tried to steal a video, stash a vibrator down her cleavage or offer him a special deal on a shipment of bootleg DVDs, the only other alternative was that she was looking to cash in on her night by turning a trick or two.

  At his expense.

  “Hi.” She smiled at him, a dimpled work of art that should have melted his sneakers. But it didn’t, since he noticed the smile didn’t quite make it to her large hazel eyes.

  Oh yeah. She was all about business. And the business was pointing directly at him, barely concealed by a clingy top and the frills of the lacy bra she wore beneath. He let his gaze wander over her breasts. They were beauties, and if they were fakes he’d like to shake the hand of her plastic surgeon.

  In spite of himself, Lou felt a stirring tingle around his cock. He was human after all, and she was one fine piece of walking steam heat. “Hi yourself. Find anything you like?” He nodded at the racks of sexually explicit videos.

  She licked her lips and once again, Lou’s cock twitched. Shit, she was good.

  “Well, now you come to mention it…” Her eyes clashed with his and fuck if he didn’t hear the sound of the collision. Like glass breaking or something.

  “Damn, girl. You sure have a way of looking at a man.” He leaned towards her, elbows on the counter, wondering if she’d back away a little as he closed the gap between them.

  She didn’t. Instead, she leaned forward too, deepening the shadows between her gorgeous breasts. “I guess that would kinda depend on the man I’m looking at…”

  Touché. Lou caught a whiff of her fragrance, something simple and floral, at odds with her appearance. He smiled, all teeth and crinkly eyes, the look he’d perfected to put women like her at their ease. “Oh yeah?”

  In another place, at another time, Lou would have made a move on this one, for sure. She was hot, contradictory and sexy as they come. She wouldn’t have been a hooker and he wouldn’t have been a cop. It would have been a night to remember.

  But - that was fantasy. This was reality and Lou watched her carefully.

  She didn’t move at all, neither relaxing nor moving in for the kill. “Most definitely.”

  Heat curled around them both, trapping Lou fair and square. “My name’s Lou.”

  “Yeah. I noticed.” She glanced at his nametag. “I’m Bambi.”

  “Of course you are.” He let his gaze wander very obviously to her breasts. “It’s a pleasure to…meet you, Bambi.” Her eyes flashed as he looked up again. “Both of you.”

  Her husky chuckle made his cock ache. “Cute, Lou. Very cute.”

  “So.” He cleared his throat. “You picking up a video or something tonight?”

  “Oh definitely something.” She pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear. “But I don’t know about a video. There’s several I’d like to take home and…spend some quality time with…”

  Again she licked her lips, sending several X-rated visions into Lou’s brain that threatened to detonate once they got there and send his entire libido into overload.

  “…But they’re kinda on the pricey side for a girl on a budget, you know?”

  There it was. The come-on. She was out for money, cold hard cash. Lou’s desire withered a little. “I understand. Sometimes I wonder at the cost of some of ‘em myself. It’s hard to tell whether they’re worth it…”

  He stared at the expressions crossing her eyes. She was good, but not quite good enough to keep all her thoughts hidden from his trained gaze. There was calculation, curiosity, assessment - and, if he wasn’t mistaken, a healthy dose of sexual heat.

  “I’m sure they’re worth it.” She raised one eyebrow slightly, jerking Lou back into a sensual haze. “One just has to check them out carefully, doesn’t one?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” He nodded. Time to push the envelope. See if she was up to his speed. He reached out his hand to her lips and extended one finger. “Open your mouth.”

  Eyes widening in surprise, she did as he asked, parting her lips and jerking a little as he slid his finger in between. He pulled it out again, damp with her saliva, and lowered his hand, smearing the ink signature on the curve of her breast. “It’s a shame to see a man’s name on something so…so womanly.” He let his fingertip linger on her heated flesh. “Don’t you think?”

  She didn’t bat an eyelash. “I think…you missed a bit.” She grasped his hand and raised it to her mouth once more. Carefully she licked around the finger, delicately caressing each millimeter of skin, sliding her tongue down to the webbing at its base and finally sucking it into her mouth only to release it with a little pop. Glancing down she pushed his hand to her chest and swiped at the last of the inky smudge. “There. That’s better.”

  Game, set and match to the babe. Lou had to laugh. He’d been bested at his own game.

  “So does that get me a discounted video or two?” She tipped her head questioningly, smiling at him. This time the smile went right to her eyes and Lou gulped. When she turned off the plastic and turned on the real woman, she was a killer.

  “Meet me ‘round back in ten minutes. I have to lock up.”

  “Thanks, Lou. You’re a peach.” She nodded and clicked her way to the door on those ridiculously high heels of hers. The ones that made her bare legs look about a mile long beneath her short, short skirt.

  So she was a hooker and he had every intention of seeing she ended her night in the local lockup. Probably be the best thing for her - get her off the streets and out of those shoes for a while. But there was no law anywhere that said he couldn’t enjoy the experience.

  It wouldn’t be entrapment.

  Just fun.

  *~~*~~*

  She had him.

  It wasn’t entrapment, since neither had mentioned any kind of special pricing on the videos or anything illegal. If he wanted to sell her a few at a cut-rate, that was between him and the store. If he wanted to sell her a few that didn’t have the correct labels on them, well, that would be between him and the District Attorney.

  All she had to do was get one, prove the label was fake and she’d be home free.

  He probably thought she was a hooker, by the come-ons he’d given her. But again, neither had mentioned sex or sexual acts for money. She’d keep the conversation strictly about the videos, see what he had to offer, then get the hell out as quickly as possible.

  Reaching into her large bag, she felt the comforting coolness of her cuffs. And, although she should have left it at home, the familiar grip of her personal Sig P239, a nice little compact pistol that was almost brand new. The perfect weapon for carrying concealed, she’d bought herself one of them recently, knowing it would tuck neatly out of sight amidst the stuff in her bag and - crucially - not catch on anything if she had to draw it in a hurry. It was her 9mm insurance policy and a helluva lot more reliable than anything a company could offer.

  Her heels clicked on the concrete of the alley between buildings as she made her way cautiously to the rear of the store and the loading dock that opened up to the stockroom. There were no trucks on the service road at this time of night - all was shadows and the murky gleam of amber street lamps.

  Perfect.

  Barbara fluffed her hair, told her hormones to go take a walk and
tried to focus on the job at hand. So what if he was one delicious hunk of male that she wouldn’t mind a wild weekend in bed with? A lot of it had to do with the fact that her sex life was pretty much nonexistent at the moment. In fact, she couldn’t remember her last date. And wasn’t that sad?

  She sighed, then straightened as she heard the keys rattle inside the store. It would seem Mr. Lou Franconi was indeed “locking up”.

  The small door opened next to the loading dock and Lou came out, securing it behind him. He glanced down to see her waiting at the bottom of the stairs and smiled. “Got a little something you might like here.” He nodded at his backpack.

  “Cool.” Barbara pasted a look of vacant sexual enthusiasm on her face. Or at least hoped she did. Watching him walk down the stairs with an easy stride, she was struck once more by the inherent sensuality of his moves. By the muscles that rippled under his shirt and by the attractive planes of his face. God, he was quite lovely. A work of natural grace and masculine appeal.

  He joined her in the shadows formed by the concrete steps and the back wall of the store, effectively cornering her.

  Shit. She wasn’t thinking straight, obviously, since this was not a good professional position to be in. Letting a possible perp corner an investigating officer was a serious lapse in judgment.

  So was lowering her gaze to his crotch for two seconds, but she couldn’t stop her instincts. She looked. And there was a nice healthy bulge behind his fly.

  Oh yeah, baby.

  Oh no, Detective.

  He leaned against the wall and produced a couple of DVDs from his bag. “How about these?”

  She took the top one. Eat Your Heart Out. “Oh wow. This one is neat. Thanks, Lou.”

  He moved in a little closer. “You like?”

  “Um, yeah. Haven’t seen this one yet.” And it wasn’t on the damn list of bootlegged titles, either. Fuck.

  “I have more. Wanna see?” His eyebrow rose as he gently ran a finger down her cheek.

  “Sure. I’ll look at anything you got.” Oops. Wrong thing to say.

  “I was kinda hoping you’d say that.” He reached for her hand and steered it towards his jeans. “You are getting me hot. You know that, don’t you?”

  Barbara slipped into hooker-mode. He might not have any illegal merchandise, but if she read him right he was about to proposition her. She hoped he liked the thought of a night in a cell.

  “I’d hoped so.” It was a provocative purr accompanied by the lightest of touches to his groin.

  “Mmm.” He growled the sound, startling her a little. “I don’t usually go for this, you know.”

  Lost in the sensation of heat from beneath the worn denim, Barbara had to struggle to keep track of what he was saying. “Really?”

  “Really.” He pushed his hips forward, letting her feel the extent of his arousal. And there was quite a bit of extent to feel. “Wait up, here. I’m starting to hurt.” His hands unsnapped his waistband and lowered the zipper partway, revealing a serious lack of underwear and one hellaciously fine cock.

  The woman in Barbara licked her lips and kicked the detective in her out of the way. This was the kind of guy who could really blow up her skirts.

  “Oh my, Lou. This is a pretty damn fine piece of equipment.” She stopped short of touching him.

  “Matches yours, baby.” His fingers ran around the lace of her bra, sending delightful shivers to her nipples and elsewhere. “Seems like we’d fit good. Maybe.” He moved even closer, letting his chest brush her breasts, his backpack and the videos forgotten on the stairs next to him.

  Barbara shuddered as a firm hand clasped her thigh and ran up towards her buttock, sliding easily beneath the elastic of her panties.

  “No thong? I like thongs.” He sounded disappointed. “But who cares? You feel good, Bambi. Real good.”

  Strong fingers kneaded her buttocks and it was all Barbara could do not to moan out a sound of pleasure. This guy knew his way around a woman.

  “Suppose you and I get better acquainted?” The zipper was down all the way now and something hot and hard was digging into Barbara’s flesh.

  “Mmm.” She couldn’t help the sound. She was horny, aroused by the sex that had surrounded her all evening and confronted with one luscious piece of male that met all her requirements and surpassed quite a few of ‘em.

  And she loved sucking cock. She was on her knees with her hands around him, inhaling his tangy scent before her mind clicked back into gear.

  The cold concrete beneath her knees jerked her back from her fantasy. Time to get serious. “Is this what you’d like, Lou?”

  He cleared his throat harshly. “What do you think?”

  “I think you need to tell me what you like and how you like it…” She cradled him in her hands, a long silk and steel length that was swelling even more within her grasp.

  “And how much?”

  The question didn’t surprise her, merely raised a cautious flag in her brain. “What do you want, Lou? Tell me. Turns me on to hear you talk about what you like. Money doesn’t matter at a time like this, does it?” Carefully she touched the tip of his cock with her tongue, a light flick, no more, but enough to make him tremble.

  “Fuck. I want that. Whatever it costs. I don’t care - just suck me, babe.”

  Barbara made a great pretense of settling herself in front of him, while her free hand groped in her bag for her cuffs. He fidgeted as well, his hips squirming as she palmed him.

  “You got cash, Lou?” She breathed the words onto his balls.

  He groaned. “Whatever.”

  “Okay. You win.” She leaned in for the kill and with a lightning move born of experience snapped her cuffs onto his wrist with a click.

  Only to find her own wrist cuffed at the identical moment.

  There was silence as they stared at each other.

  Barbara spoke first. “Police officer. You’re under arrest.”

  “State police investigator. You’re under arrest too.”

  Chapter Two

  Desk Sergeant Sam Taylor stared at the two people in front of him.

  “I don’t give a fuck who he says he is, he’s under arrest for solicitation of prostitution.” Blonde hair flew around as she yelled out her anger.

  Lou was having a really hard time holding back his laughter. As soon as he’d felt the steel band snap around his wrist a lot of questions had been answered and the whole picture had fallen into place.

  She wasn’t a hooker, she was an undercover cop.

  “And I demand proof of her identity or I’ll charge her with flat-out solicitation. Sex for money, baby. You asked for it.” Lou added fuel to the fire.

  “I did not. You offered it. This was not entrapment.” She spun around and glared at him.

  “At no time did I offer a specific amount of money for a specific sexual act. You were the one on your knees, honey.”

  Sergeant Taylor choked. “Er…Barbara?” He looked helplessly at her over the identification that Lou had placed on the high desktop.

  “That’s Detective Fremont.”

  “Sorry, Detective Fremont. But his ID checks out.” The desk Sergeant looked uncomfortable. “These are legit papers. I can check with State if you want…”

  “Why don’t you do that, Sergeant?” Lou nodded at the older man. “While I’m filing charges against this hooker here.”

  “I am not a hooker.”

  “Then stop fucking screaming like one and act professionally.” Lou snapped his response back, watching her face as she fought the urge to punch him. He could read her so well, it astounded him. She was all fire and anger and a helping dash of embarrassment, pushed along by the fact that his cuffs still dangled from her wrist.

  She sucked in a breath, closed her eyes and visibly counted to ten. Sucking in that breath only deepened her cleavage and Lou fought a couple of battles of his own. He turned to the desk Sergeant.

  “Look, my friend. Your Bambi here came on like gangbusters
, got me all hot and bothered, took me out back of an adult video store and went down on her knees in front of my dick. What’s a guy supposed to think?”

  “That there is a God after all?” The Sergeant grinned back at him.

  Lou laughed at the squawk of fury he heard from the woman next to him.

  “So help me, Sam. You’ll pay for that comment.” She was seething.

  The man behind the desk straightened his shoulders. Lou recognized the look. It was time to put the fun aside and sort out the mess. He gave the guy a break. “Okay, Sergeant. Here’s the deal. We’ll uncuff each other and go our separate ways for tonight. I have an appointment with your chief in the morning. At which point, your detective here can apologize. And I’ll refrain from filing any charges of a sexual nature. How’s that?”

  “Apologize? For what, you asshole? You’re the one trying to get a free blowjob for some cut-rate videos.” She whirled on him. “You may be some hifalutin State cop, but you know the rules as well as I do.”

  He stepped closer to her, admiring the way she refused to budge an inch. “Yeah. We both know the rules, Barbara.”

  Her chin went up and her eyes blazed with temper and a heat Lou would have liked to stoke higher. Much higher.

  “And we both broke them. Doesn’t it make you wonder why?” His gaze fell to her lips as she licked them in that provocative way she had. “Pity we busted each other quite so soon. It could have been a helluva night.”

  “I’m gonna shoot him, Sam. So help me I’m gonna shoot him dead. Bang. Right between the eyes.” Barbara held her hand to his forehead and pulled an imaginary trigger.

  Sam chuckled.

  “And then I’ll turn the gun on you too.” She keyed Lou’s cuffs releasing him. “Now get me the fuck out of these things. I want to go home. This night has pretty much sucked all around.”

  Lou sighed as he released her and took his own cuffs back. “Unfortunately, it didn’t.”

  Barbara’s muted howl of outrage wasn’t lost on either man as she stalked out of the station.

  They were silent for a moment, then Lou spoke. “You know, that’s one hell of a woman you got there.”