Dane Jones rubbed his tired eyes as he finished parking his rental truck in front of the FantasyX strip club. It was a long drive from Great Falls, Montana, to Las Vegas, Nevada. Dane was not there for a pleasure trip; it was all business. He picked up the file in the passenger side seat and opened it up to examine the photo inside. The picture was of the beautiful Yen Ngo, who was charged by the Deer Lodge County police with murdering her husband for life insurance; she is as calculating and efficient as she is gorgeous. Besides the murder charge, Yen is suspected of fraud, identity theft, and surprisingly connected to a bank robbery. Often, Ngo works strip clubs to meet her victims, and intel has led Dane the Bounty Hunter to believe he will find Yen working here at FantasyX.
Dane opened the glove compartment, shoved the file inside, took out three stacks of cash, and secured the money in his jacket pocket. Dane sat at the bar, ordered a beer, and scanned the club. The center stage had a naked dancer massaging her breasts as she swayed her body slowly and sexy. A waitress dressed in a push-up bra top and mini skirt brought him his beer and tried to flirt with him; he reached into his jacket pocket and handed her a $500.00 tip to go away. An hour and a couple of beers later, Dane got frustrated as he did not see Ngo anywhere and started to think this lead was a bust until she emerged from a private sitting room.
Yen Ngo had long, thick black hair, curves in all the right places, and a perfect smile that could charm anyone. Dane quickly pulled out two stacks of cash and signaled to the bar manager that he wanted a private session with Yen (or Lucy Ling; she is known as FantasyX). A private area had been cleaned for him, and "Lucy" had freshened herself up and walked into the room with a new bottle of campaign and the sexy confidence of a Nymph. Dane could see how she could scam so many men. She wore a tight, red, satin cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that showed off her perfectly round, smooth breasts, and the rest of her dress left little to the imagination.
As "Lucy" sat on the leather couch beside him, she opened the campaign bottle and conversed politely. He followed along with her act as he contemplated how he would make his arrest without her suspecting anything or escaping again. He made stupid jokes about tourists in Las Vegas and his nonexistent wife. She laughed at all his stories and rubbed his thigh as she poured them a glass of champagne. "Lucy" strategically graced her hand over his groin, and her soft touch brought his dick to life. He looked at her in the eyes, and she smiled at him mischievously; he had found his way to take her into custody.
