It was night in the city. It was a club like many others. Music blared and echoed and young bodies writhed and wiggled under it's tempting beat.
Word had come down that the younger sister of Jose Callero had blown into town, was spending high and been seen with another man. No one knew this other man but he seemed at home with her and her entourage. The glint of steel had been seen peeking from beneath some of their suit coats but the word was hands off for now. They would just keep an eye out and make sure nothing went down without them being on top of it.
Not even an hour ago a routine traffic stop netted a mid-level boss that pointed the finger straight at Jose's sister as the source. It was a fortunate turn of events at a fortunate time. The club had been cased out and young, hip men packing heat had been dispatched to be there long before she and hers did. They were there, in trendy clothes and trendy hair styles, flashing fancy watches and ready smiles. Behind their grins and quick jokes were the teeth of sharks.
A lift of the eyebrows indicated the guest of honor was arriving. The alertness of all went up. Some threw down a drink they'd been nursing since arriving, the ice long ago melted, but the calming effect needed, almost as an afterthought.
Leaning with her back against the bar and looking out on the dance floor was a woman in a tight red sequined dress, riding high up her legs and revealing more cleavage than would be deemed proper outside. Inside here, it was just the attention grabber craved by so many eager girls and their potential suitors. She was Zoe and the shortness of her dress did not give away the small .32 strapped to the inside of her thigh. It made walking very uncomfortable, but when she stood with legs apart it was comfortable enough and her stance suggested a sexuality that none missed. The perspiration that ran down her face and the look in her eyes would make the casual dancer feel she was one of their own, but this was from a different source. She had a job to do and while she was usually a cool customer, tonight she was having great difficulty not being affected. Her chest heaved and the bountiful harvest it revealed caught the eye of more than one young man. Her eyes were alert and slightly widened. A scratch in her throat persisted despite the frequent sips on the glass of water she nursed. Beside her, her friend Jacky noticed her awkwardness.
'You okay, girl?, was her worried question.
Zoe's eyes fluttered briefly as she answered "Sure. Just a lot of people here. Anything could happen. Have to stay alert."
"I mean, do you feel okay?" came the response. "You don't look well."
"Just feeling a little under the weather". She lied.
And then they were there. There were six of them. They were dressed to the nines and their glances around were proud and assured, focusing on nobody but hoping they were looked at and admired. Two women and four men, including Him. Three of the men were Latinos as was the obvious leader of the group: A young woman beautiful beyond distraction. She has long, dark hair that curled and fell so gently on her shoulders, though not so much to hide the smoothness of her neck and shoulders. Her lips were rounded and full and were enhanced with a strong cherry red lipstick. Her dark eyes held smoldering secrets that anyone who glanced at her instantly wanted to know about. She wore a short, black dress that had a plunging neckline and completely open back. Every eye was turned her way, but she paid them no mind. At her arm was the man that had so recently been the source of this woman's amour.
This man was the most plainly dressed of the group, the only non-Latino, he sported a shade of across his face that hadn't been shaved in a few days and seemed to enhance somehow the ruggedness that his shock of brown hair complimented. It was tossed about like a sloop on a storm and yet he did not seem out of place here. He was the type that wouldn't feel awkward anywhere. He was beyond it and unaffected by it's trappings. He wore jeans when the other men wore slacks. He sported a loosely-hung denim shirt with a white t-shirt exposed beneath when the other men had sharp black jackets unbuttoned to reveal chains of gold and diamonds.
Jacky muttered under her breath "Nice", her eyes glued to this solitary man. Beside her she could hear Zoe's breath sharply hiss as she noticed him too. Their eyes followed him as he and the group his lady friend directed moved to sit down at a couple of small, round tables beside the dance floor.
They were not there long. A song came up with a heavy, driving beat and the young woman seated at the table leaned over and whispered something in the mans ear. He nodded slightly and gave her the hint of a smile and got up from his seat, holding his hand out to her. She took it, and the long, slinky dress she wore opened enough for Zoe to catch sight of her exposed breast, a 'c' perhaps but tight with large nipples. Her throat involuntarily constricted as she found it hard to swallow and breath. This was a beautiful woman and she felt no shame at allowing part of her naked body to be exposed. Zoe's face because slightly flushed and she could feel the heat in her face and her hands become slick with sweat.
This woman was on the dance floor and her legs were nicely shaped. She wore short heels but seemed quite at home with them. When she moved it was a seductive dance and Zoe's eyes were heavy with thoughts of her. Her hands itched and her face was tingling as she stared at this woman, whose whole back stood there in her smooth, flowing lines. And then her partner was there beside her, his hands on her waist, touching her skin. He was carescing her back as they rhythmically rocked back and forth to the music, their eyes holding only one another in them. Zoe was intensely jealous. And, then he bent over and kissed those perfect lips She could see his touch touching hers and then his mouth was fully on hers and she closed her eyes in ecstacy.
Zoe's eyes filled with tears as her emotions overcame her. 'This was not supposed to be this way', she thought to herself. 'She's too perfect', she thought. As her eyes wandered to the man her chest seemed to want to cave in as she found she couldn't breathe anymore. It came back in sobs as the dance floor and the couple blurred in her vision.
'It was not supposed to be like this', she whispered to Jacky as she rushed away, tears flowing unashamedly down her face. As she left, her husband did not seem to notice. He was deep under cover and had Jose Callero's sister right where he wanted her. In a few days she would finish revealing her contacts and he would have sex with her a few times more before turning her and her contacts in. He would get commendations from the department and a bonus that he and Zoe could use for a rainy day. But first, he would have sex with Callero's sister a few more times and enjoy it, like he always did. Who knows? Maybe he could craft a deal for her and she could thank him with an arrangement. There was time yet.
Word had come down that the younger sister of Jose Callero had blown into town, was spending high and been seen with another man. No one knew this other man but he seemed at home with her and her entourage. The glint of steel had been seen peeking from beneath some of their suit coats but the word was hands off for now. They would just keep an eye out and make sure nothing went down without them being on top of it.
Not even an hour ago a routine traffic stop netted a mid-level boss that pointed the finger straight at Jose's sister as the source. It was a fortunate turn of events at a fortunate time. The club had been cased out and young, hip men packing heat had been dispatched to be there long before she and hers did. They were there, in trendy clothes and trendy hair styles, flashing fancy watches and ready smiles. Behind their grins and quick jokes were the teeth of sharks.
A lift of the eyebrows indicated the guest of honor was arriving. The alertness of all went up. Some threw down a drink they'd been nursing since arriving, the ice long ago melted, but the calming effect needed, almost as an afterthought.
Leaning with her back against the bar and looking out on the dance floor was a woman in a tight red sequined dress, riding high up her legs and revealing more cleavage than would be deemed proper outside. Inside here, it was just the attention grabber craved by so many eager girls and their potential suitors. She was Zoe and the shortness of her dress did not give away the small .32 strapped to the inside of her thigh. It made walking very uncomfortable, but when she stood with legs apart it was comfortable enough and her stance suggested a sexuality that none missed. The perspiration that ran down her face and the look in her eyes would make the casual dancer feel she was one of their own, but this was from a different source. She had a job to do and while she was usually a cool customer, tonight she was having great difficulty not being affected. Her chest heaved and the bountiful harvest it revealed caught the eye of more than one young man. Her eyes were alert and slightly widened. A scratch in her throat persisted despite the frequent sips on the glass of water she nursed. Beside her, her friend Jacky noticed her awkwardness.
'You okay, girl?, was her worried question.
Zoe's eyes fluttered briefly as she answered "Sure. Just a lot of people here. Anything could happen. Have to stay alert."
"I mean, do you feel okay?" came the response. "You don't look well."
"Just feeling a little under the weather". She lied.
And then they were there. There were six of them. They were dressed to the nines and their glances around were proud and assured, focusing on nobody but hoping they were looked at and admired. Two women and four men, including Him. Three of the men were Latinos as was the obvious leader of the group: A young woman beautiful beyond distraction. She has long, dark hair that curled and fell so gently on her shoulders, though not so much to hide the smoothness of her neck and shoulders. Her lips were rounded and full and were enhanced with a strong cherry red lipstick. Her dark eyes held smoldering secrets that anyone who glanced at her instantly wanted to know about. She wore a short, black dress that had a plunging neckline and completely open back. Every eye was turned her way, but she paid them no mind. At her arm was the man that had so recently been the source of this woman's amour.
This man was the most plainly dressed of the group, the only non-Latino, he sported a shade of across his face that hadn't been shaved in a few days and seemed to enhance somehow the ruggedness that his shock of brown hair complimented. It was tossed about like a sloop on a storm and yet he did not seem out of place here. He was the type that wouldn't feel awkward anywhere. He was beyond it and unaffected by it's trappings. He wore jeans when the other men wore slacks. He sported a loosely-hung denim shirt with a white t-shirt exposed beneath when the other men had sharp black jackets unbuttoned to reveal chains of gold and diamonds.
Jacky muttered under her breath "Nice", her eyes glued to this solitary man. Beside her she could hear Zoe's breath sharply hiss as she noticed him too. Their eyes followed him as he and the group his lady friend directed moved to sit down at a couple of small, round tables beside the dance floor.
They were not there long. A song came up with a heavy, driving beat and the young woman seated at the table leaned over and whispered something in the mans ear. He nodded slightly and gave her the hint of a smile and got up from his seat, holding his hand out to her. She took it, and the long, slinky dress she wore opened enough for Zoe to catch sight of her exposed breast, a 'c' perhaps but tight with large nipples. Her throat involuntarily constricted as she found it hard to swallow and breath. This was a beautiful woman and she felt no shame at allowing part of her naked body to be exposed. Zoe's face because slightly flushed and she could feel the heat in her face and her hands become slick with sweat.
This woman was on the dance floor and her legs were nicely shaped. She wore short heels but seemed quite at home with them. When she moved it was a seductive dance and Zoe's eyes were heavy with thoughts of her. Her hands itched and her face was tingling as she stared at this woman, whose whole back stood there in her smooth, flowing lines. And then her partner was there beside her, his hands on her waist, touching her skin. He was carescing her back as they rhythmically rocked back and forth to the music, their eyes holding only one another in them. Zoe was intensely jealous. And, then he bent over and kissed those perfect lips She could see his touch touching hers and then his mouth was fully on hers and she closed her eyes in ecstacy.
Zoe's eyes filled with tears as her emotions overcame her. 'This was not supposed to be this way', she thought to herself. 'She's too perfect', she thought. As her eyes wandered to the man her chest seemed to want to cave in as she found she couldn't breathe anymore. It came back in sobs as the dance floor and the couple blurred in her vision.
'It was not supposed to be like this', she whispered to Jacky as she rushed away, tears flowing unashamedly down her face. As she left, her husband did not seem to notice. He was deep under cover and had Jose Callero's sister right where he wanted her. In a few days she would finish revealing her contacts and he would have sex with her a few times more before turning her and her contacts in. He would get commendations from the department and a bonus that he and Zoe could use for a rainy day. But first, he would have sex with Callero's sister a few more times and enjoy it, like he always did. Who knows? Maybe he could craft a deal for her and she could thank him with an arrangement. There was time yet.
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