"We found this on the DOA – I mean on Janet's person." Ieasha proclaims, holding up a little white piece of cardstock.
Jim cringed. He knows he has to separate himself from the situation. If he does not remove his emotions, then he will never find the killer.
"What is it?"
"It's a business card, from some place called PARADISE CITY."
"You're sure?"
"I have it right here."
`Jim was surprised. Paradise City is a club for voyeurs and swingers, certainly not the kind of place that Janet would have frequented.
"We should check it out," Ieasha suggests, "Its out only lead."
Jim walks toward her. He can't help being stricken by her height and beauty. Shaking those thoughts from her head he agrees.
"Yea we need to follow this thread, see how far it will go."
"Great, I'll get the car and a photograph to pass around. "
"No."
"No?"
"The kinds of people in these clubs, they treasure their privacy. They don't want to have a couple of cops asking questions. The best thing we can do is observe the place, lay low."
"So, you want to meet here, in say an hour? They we can head over?"
Jim returned an hour later, having changed into a pair of jeans, a white and blue buttoned down shirt and a pair of flip flops. He didn't head home, instead used the spare clothes in his locker. He called Shan and left a message and waited for his partner.
Ieasha arrived wearing a khaki mini-skirt and a long sleeve brown shirt. The shirt left her mid-riff exposed and was cut low, so that her breasts pushing near the top. "No place for my gun," she stated with a grin.
"We shouldn't need it. And if anything goes wrong, I have mine."
Without a word, Jim grabs Ieasha's ass and pulls her to him. He grabs a handful of rump, as his mouth opens hers and their tongues push in toward each other. He feels her resist...at first. Slowly he feels her body melt into his. Their kiss slows, and then builds faster as her breasts press against his chest. A few seconds pass before she breaks from the embrace.
"Why did you do that?" she asks, her voice cracking.
"In this place, we have to be completely comfortable together. Be willing to do things that they surely have not covered in the academy. If you flinch, or are hesitant, we will lose the lead. Understood?"
She looks to the ground, not in shame, but in trying to hide the excitement running through her body. "Yes," she replies.
The two detectives enter the bar, looking for a quiet corner to hole up. They nestle in a corner booth, Ieasha instinctively cuddling up to him. An amazing red head with large pale breasts walks over to them.
"Drink?" she asks.
Ieasha orders a cosmopolitan, Jim a beer.
The two sit quietly, observing their surroundings. All around them, couples and groups dance closely. Men fondle women, women fondle men, men fondle men, and women fondle men. In this place, anything goes. Jim feels himself getting aroused more and more. With a deft hand, he releases his fly, allowing his cock a bit more room to breathe.
He slides Ieasha up and onto his lap, so that her back is against the wall, sitting perpendicular to him. He nuzzles her neck before reaching up and greeting her lips.
"Ok, rookie. Tell me what you see."
"Well, I see inhibition abandoned. I see lust, sex everywhere."
"More specific."
