Wednesday, March 21, 2007
New Beginning 243
The bouncer at the door pointed me toward the back of the club, after making eyes at me only a dead man could miss. I shouldered through the tight-packed crowd, trying to ignore the overblown makeup, strategically bared flesh and studded leather. The throbbing pulse of the music made my clenched teeth buzz. And the smoke - not all of it legal - irritated my lungs.
Eyes followed me as I headed for the door leading backstage. My torn jeans and the crumpled linen jacket didn't exactly fit in. I was just edging past the dance floor when I felt hands and the brush of a hip. I jerked to a halt. A man writhed around me like he was a pole dancer and I was the pole. I smelled the sharp scent of his sweat as he raised his arms and shimmied against me.
"Excuse me," I said, my voice high like a girl's.
He put his hand behind my head, pulled me in, and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I tried to pull back, but he reached around me and gripped my ass cheeks. "Come with me," he growled into my ear.
I recognized his voice immediately. "Detective Simpkin?"
"That's right, officer." He ground his pelvis against my thigh. "Just look at the ceiling and keep moving toward the back."
I tilted my head up and tried to ignore the feeling of my boss bumping against my hip as I shuffled toward the door.
Somehow this wasn't what I'd envisioned when they said "undercover."
Opening: writtenwyrdd.....Continuation: Sylvia