Undisclosed Assets (Untraceable Succubus Book 1) Page 2

  “Yeah, I should too,” he muttered, hurrying to yank off his clothes when I walked into the bathroom. He groaned when I leaned over to start the water, pushing up my ass to tease him.

  The water warmed up fast, and I stepped under it, leaving the curtain open so he could watch. He must have enjoyed it because he was mostly hard when he came into the bathroom. He gave me a questioning look to check, and I moved to make space for him even if there was more than enough.

  “I’m sorry you got hurt, but fuck, this is like the best call I’ve ever gotten,” he murmured as he closed the curtain behind him.

  “Well, I’ll make sure it is the best call, not just like the best call,” I teased him as I handed him the soap. I brushed my lips over his when he came closer, and he stared at me a moment before moving me against the tile and mashing his mouth to mine. I moaned and moved my hands all over his firm body, taking just a sip of him and his nummy energy. I was hungry and wanted it all, but then I wouldn’t get the fun I wanted too.

  We broke apart so we could hurry and get clean. He soaped up my breasts as I used his shampoo. I whimpered when he moved lower, his fingers teasing me like a man who knew what he wanted.

  And he really, really wanted me.

  I turned around and let him wash my ass. He went further and squatted down to wash my legs and feet, taking good care of me. I loved a man who knew how to treat a woman, and Detective Ryan Reynolds certainly did.

  Once I was rinsed off, I traded spots and returned the favor, making quick work as he did, as we were ready for more than foreplay. His mouth found mine again when we were done. I shut off the water as his tongue mapped my mouth. He pulled back the curtain and lifted me under my ass so I was wrapped around him.

  “Handcuffs. Don’t forget the handcuffs,” I moaned as he kissed along my neck.

  “You like cops?” he muttered, probably used to women with a thing for uniforms.

  I snorted. “No, most are assholes when they hear I’m a stripper. I just like to have fun.” I yelped as he tossed me onto the bed before going back to his clothes. He pulled out his cuffs and the keys, giving me a challenging look. I rolled off the bed and turned around, putting my hands behind my back.

  He moaned and put them on me, his desire ramping up as I was hit with how much he’d fantasized over getting to do this with a woman he’d met at work. I spun around and dropped to my knees, his eyes going wide.

  “Tell me you aren’t dying for me to suck you like this,” I purred, rubbing my face against his groin.

  “I’ve always wanted it,” he confessed, holding it out for me. “You are like a dream.”

  I smiled at him, knowing he meant it. Then I took him in my mouth and gave us what we both wanted. He didn’t take much to finish, and it was obvious it had been a long time for him.

  He gave me a heated look as he helped me stand. “I need to do a cavity search.” He pushed me onto the bed when I moaned and spread my legs wide. He joined me and returned the favor, very enthusiastic in giving me pleasure. I whimpered and begged for more, always losing my head when I fed and enjoying it as much as the person I was with did.

  After another orgasm, I rolled over and stuck my ass up. “You want to, right?”

  “Shit, you’ll really let me spank you when handcuffed?” he hissed, his hands rubbing my ass. “You like that?”

  “You should totally find out,” I teased, wiggling my ass at him. He didn’t need more encouragement than that, slapping me several times before he admitted he might blow if he did more. He pulled a condom out of the drawer and slipped it on. I didn’t need it since I wasn’t human and protected against getting pregnant, but I appreciated a man who protected himself and the person he was with.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes, please, please fuck me,” I moaned, so ready to feel him inside of me.

  He’d taken care to make sure I was ready and pushed right in me, taking a few thrusts to get fully seated. He started slow and then stopped. “I want to see you. If I only get one time, I want to see you.”

  It was so sweet it actually ramped up my desire even more. I rolled over when he pulled out of me. He brought the keys out, but I just slid my hands under my ass and brought them in front of me… Much to his enjoyment.

  He dropped the keys on the bed and crawled between my legs. I gasped as he pushed inside of me and raised my hands above my head. He covered them with one of his hands while using the other to tease my breasts as he kissed me. I moaned as he hit that spot, drinking him down as he moved faster.

  “Fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck, fuck me,” I chanted as he grunted and picked up the pace. I came with a scream, but he held out, desperate to give me a great time so I might change my mind and be with him again. It was a sweet desire, but I did it for him as much as myself.

  “Shit, I don’t want to come yet,” he admitted as his thrusts got sharper.

  “Then don’t. Stop and calm down,” I suggested, knowing what the answer would be. To my utter disbelief, he actually did. He stopped and kissed me fiercely before lavishing my breasts with attention. “Unlock me. I want to touch you too.”

  “Yes, please,” he moaned, hurrying to do it. My hands were on him after he only got the one off. “What else do you want, Lola?”

  I gave him several suggestions, and from the way his eyes almost rolled up into his head, he liked them. He spent the next few minutes spanking me again while fingering my ass and teasing me several more ways before laying me down on my back again. He cupped my face as he thrust deeply.

  “I won’t ever meet another woman like you, will I?”

  “A nice guy like you who’s awesome in bed? Yeah, you will,” I promised, kissing him and done with the feelings and serious talk. He got the idea and moved his hips, mine meeting him thrust for thrust. We finished together that time, and I fed only what I should, unwilling to hurt him or go too far.

  “Don’t go,” he muttered in a sleepy voice when he pulled off of me. “Stay.”

  “I can’t,” I whispered as I gave him a soft kiss. “I wish I could.” I winced. That was the truth. More than anything, I wished I could be normal, have a normal life, and maybe find a nice man like him to be with.

  But we rarely got what we wanted, if ever.

  2

  Ryan wasn’t lead on the case, but he had been to both scenes, was buddies with the guy who had the case, and gave me some useful information before he passed out. He’d be fine after a good sleep, and I made sure to take care of the condom and tuck him in before I cleaned up again and headed out.

  I picked up breakfast on the way to my apartment I’d leased for six months, hoping this case didn’t take more than that. Given the first two murders had been two weeks apart, that could be a lot of dead women if it took that long to catch him. I inhaled another breakfast sandwich after I got inside, skipping the coffee and slurping down the rest of my juice. It took energy to process the energy I got from a feed.

  Yeah, that didn’t make much sense to me either, but I just knew that was how it worked after a lot of trial and error. Then again, it took energy to convert wind power into electrical grid energy, so I took it like that. Or at least I thought that was how it worked and the visual I used. Maybe it was more like converting fat into calories?

  I crashed hard and woke before my shift, my stomach growling and ready for more food.

  “Same song and dance,” I grumbled as I headed to the bathroom. It was my private joke, as when most people said that about their job, it wasn’t literal. It was for me since I used the same songs and did the same dances.

  Ha ha, stripper humor.

  I picked up a sack of burgers and fries from a local joint that I already loved and arrived about half an hour before my shift. I nodded to the bouncer at the back door when he opened it for me. We hadn’t said much, and I got the feeling it was because we both looked down on the other. He thought strippers were cheap whores while being pissed none would touch him.

  I thought he was a piece of shit for feeling that way and being a lazy ass who didn’t do the job he got paid for as he should. I thought mine was valid.

  “How do you eat all of that and still look like you do?” one of the girls, Amber, asked me with a scowl. “It’s so not fair.”

  “Hey, I work off these calories,” I told her and the others that were getting ready to take over for the day shift. A few snorted as I sipped my pop. “I worked off a lot of calories last night, and let me tell you, he was better than these burgers.”

  “You going to see him again?” someone asked.

  “She doesn’t double dip,” Amber told her for me.

  They gave me a range of looks, but I nodded. “I like being free and doing what and who I want, when I want. I’ve traveled all over the world. There is always a strip club looking for dancers or places that want servers who are fine with not wearing much.”

  That was true, but I left out the fact that there were also always murders and people who didn’t care much if those they saw as trash got dead. Sad but true.

  The owner came back into the dressing area and glanced around. “Where’s Tiffany?”

  “She’s not scheduled for today,” I reminded him.

  “Yeah, but she needs the money and always comes in. I’ve got her scheduled for a dance.”

  “Just one?” I asked, annoyed at what he said for several reasons. “Aren’t we supposed to get at least two when we work?”

  His beady eyes locked with mine. “Don’t worry about it. Worry about yourself.”

  I shrugged like it was no big. “I heard they’re cracking down on unfair shit.” He gave me a look that clearly said he wasn’t buying it. “The club the girl who was murdered worked at got a tip after the cops were there and heard some of what was going on. All it takes is a tip nowadays and the government can make money on fines by acting on them.” I shrugged again. “I’ll take her dance.”

  “You make more money doing private dances,” Amber told me as if I didn’t know that.

  “Yeah, well, I might need her to cover one of mine. It’s smart to bank favors. I don’t mind doing three dances on a busy night.”

  “Fine, you’re better than she is anyways,” the owner muttered as he marked it down.

  I swallowed the desperate need to clock him and finished my food before getting ready. Because I took Tiffany’s dance, I was up first, which was also the shitty slot since the club didn’t get busier until later. Whatever, I didn’t care. I would draw attention and make money no matter when I was up.

  I checked in with the DJ and apologized for not tipping him the night before, explaining I’d given my private dance money to Tiffany. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me not to worry about him for the rest of the week, which was nice. It was really nice and rare that people cared for one of their own instead of the normal drama.

  He set up what I needed for my three dances, and I headed behind stage to wait for my announcement.

  “Next up we got the new girl Lola who is gonna work the polla for you and turn up the temperature,” he said over the mike. I rolled my eyes. He liked rhyming a bit too much, and I knew there would be more. “You gonna want her to roll ya as she’s more colorful than a pack of Crayola. Better line up to call private dances from her now because when she shakes that booty up on ya, you gonna get high better than chugging a cola.”

  Oh. Dear. Fuck. Something was wrong in the head with that boy.

  Still, I strutted out on stage in my little sailor outfit, and the second Nickleback’s “This Means War” started, I flung myself around the pole and climbed it as I spun until I got to the top. Then I hugged it and let myself drop, several people gasping as they thought I just lost my grip, but I stopped myself just before I hit the stage and did the splits. I flipped to my feet and headed to the main pole, eye fucking anyone whose gaze I caught.

  I went back and forth between the poles, flipping and twirling in a way most couldn’t ever think of and doing it with ease. Hell, the rush of it was the part I loved. Lap dances might be where the main money was, but nothing got my blood pumping faster than dancing on stage and working the pole.

  Sliding down and onto the stage, I flipped my hair this way and the other with the music as I collected the bills. I locked gazes with a guy in the back who looked to be nursing a drink and just taking it all in. He was too far away for me to tell for sure, but I didn’t think he was human, which was odd as this was a human only province.

  Sure, certain people could get a pass or some had exceptions to travel as needed, but that was a lot of hoops to go through to get it. And I stayed the hell away from the supe provinces and counties if possible. It was much, much easier to pretend I was human and blend as best as I could.

  I ignored him and went back to my dance. The music chanced to “Gotta Be Somebody” and I lip synced with the song as I slithered along the stage, carefully tucking the bills away. I flipped up and back to the first pole, spinning around it at a dizzying pace. When I landed back on the stage, I went into some very difficult and seductive yoga poses, which were always crowd pleasers.

  I finished out with doing a lot of customer service, blowing kisses and giving winks as I worked my body. A few I let my fingers brush theirs, but that was about it. The rules on touching were clear, and there wasn’t much of it unless they got a private dance.

  Which I had a line for when I was done. The servers went and cleared off the rest of the bills on the stage for me, most of us knowing they stuffed a few into their own pockets, which was why it was smart to get as many of them ourselves as we could. They’d leave it at the bar for us, and I handed off what I had as well, knowing the bartender at least took it very seriously on protecting the tips as long as we tipped them out too.

  Hey, I could be fair like that.

  I went and did my first lap dance before grabbing something to drink. I was still in my sailor outfit, and unlike some of the other dancers, I only took the top off during a lap dance. I found it helped me get more of them, as most were dying for a chance to meet the girls and have them pressed against their face.

  Several more lap dances and I had to do my next number. That same guy was there for the second dance but left sometime after since he wasn’t there for my third one. I shrugged it off, hoping I didn’t miss my chance at the guy I wanted to find. I did get a few promising leads as guys admitted they’d been at one of the clubs the murdered strippers had worked at on the night it had happened.

  “I was shocked to find I was one of the last to see her alive,” the guy I was dancing for and questioning admitted. “When the police showed up at my job to ask me questions, I was shaken. I don’t know if I can ever go back there again.”

  “You poor thing,” I comforted, finding that point interesting. That could be a motive. Two girls from two of the more popular clubs had been killed, which was why I’d gotten a job at one of the other two in the area. But the killings could be financially motivated, which I hadn’t thought of.

  But I wouldn’t put it past some owners, as the bottom line was the only line they ever seemed to care about.

  I finished the dance and tied back on my top, thanking the guy for the fat tip before heading out.

  “You ask a lot of questions,” the security guy at the door muttered, giving me a hard look and letting me know he’d heard some of it.

  I shrugged. “I didn’t know it was two women. I just fucking moved here right as strippers are dying. I think it’s stupid not to ask some questions if I come across people who know anything.” I gave him just as hard of a look. “I asked about his job, and he went into how he was at that club after work. We’re basically therapists, and I talk about whatever they want.”

  “Fair enough,” he accepted after a moment. “Everyone seems to be talking about it. Just don’t go off with anyone and you should be fine.”

  I nodded and walked off. Moron. Neither woman had gone off with anyone. They had been jumped. That meant security not doing their job. Nice he was putting it back on them.

  I was dead tired when I got off, but found myself driving over to the other clubs just to see if I could catch anything. I wasn’t going to stake out the places, but I felt better at least checking the lots and surrounding area since I knew what to look for. Nothing found, I headed home to crash, grateful I had a damn day off.

  I picked up some omelets on the way home, needing the protein, and just because I could never resist French toast, an order of that as well. It was all gone and boxes in the garbage ten minutes after I got home. I took off my clothes and tossed them in the hamper before crawling into bed. I’d made bank, but I was so glad for the day off.

  My phone woke me. I groaned as I rolled over. Only a few people knew the number, so I assumed it was work wanting me to come in. It wasn’t, and I wrote right back since I was up.

  Gino: Call me when you get this.

  Lola: Fuck off. It’s my day off and I’m sleeping.

  Gino: Need you to come in. There’s a problem with your new packet.

  I growled. Great, a problem with the ID and identity I’d just bought? Did that asshole have a death wish? I was about to reply when I saw I had a voicemail too. It was the police informing me my statement was ready to be signed and they needed me to come in.

  So much for a sleep only day. Damnit. I had wanted to crash so I could check out the other clubs on a busy Saturday and follow up on some names I’d gotten as newer regulars.

  Lola: I need a few hours and to handle something. I’ll come by after.

  Gino: I’m gonna be in and out. Text me when you’re about ready and I’ll meet you at the office.

  I growled again. That man was being like that when there was a problem. Seriously, I was two seconds from taking my business elsewhere. He was already too involved in my shit and acted like it was favors he was doing me instead of I paid for the IDs.

  I managed a couple more hours of sleep before getting up. I dressed like I was ready to hit the club just in case I ran short on time but wore a jacket over it. The best part of being a taller woman was I didn’t have to wear seven inch stiletto platforms like other strippers. Men didn’t like their women being taller than them. Plus, I wasn’t human. I didn’t get blisters or have problems like that.