"Can you leave these photos with me," he asked. "They will only be seen by myself and any operatives I send out to gather information. This seems to be the kind of investigation that several people will need to be involved so no one gets suspicious of someone showing up over and over again, but if it is as you tell it, there are probably a lot of guys that show up regularly."
With that, I wrote him a check as a retainer and he said he'd get back to me in a week or two with a preliminary report, and then we could talk about our options in gathering information.
I thanked him and left to get back to work.
I kept watching the account and regularly, every Tuesday after a weekend, there were deposits that weren't mine. One week was for $8,200 and the next week was for $7,600. Must have been a slow week at the club.
The third week after I had met with the investigators, I did something stupid and around 3 AM on Saturday morning, I called her cell from a pay phone so she wouldn't know it was me. The phone rang several times and just before it went to voicemail, someone answered. "Hello," a male voice (not Bob's because I know his voice) answered.
"Is Sharon available," I asked.
"She is kind of tied up at the moment, she is in the middle of a performance," he said.
"How much longer will she be performing," I asked.
"She just started, so it could be anywhere from 10 minutes to half an hour, it all depends," he said.
"Will she be performing again after that," I asked.
"Probably," he said, "we got a lot of guys here tonight."
"Ok, thanks, I'll try to reach her some other time," I said and hung up.
My mind raced at the thought of my wife, the mother of my daughter, fucking various guys at some bar that any guy with $40 could get in to watch.
I was aroused, so when I got back home, I took a shower and jerked off to the thought of that tight cunt, her big tits, and her eager mouth sucking the guys at the bar.
A few days later, I got a call from the investigator. He asked me if I was free to meet him in his office the next afternoon. I said I was available and we arranged a time to meet.
When I got to the office we sat down and he began to read an investigation report to me.
"Subject identification: Sharon Boyd, age 32, wife of Del," he read from the document.
"I'll just give you a verbal report of my investigation pertaining to my visit to the club on Saturday morning," he said.
I told him that would be fine, and he assured me that a written report will be the product of his, and at least one associate, perhaps more, investigations.
"So, let me tell you that your wife, Sharon, is working at the club that doesn't seem to have a name on the building. I was able to identify her from the excellent photographs you provided. She has been rumored to work 2 nights, or should I say, mornings a week. Friday is really early Saturday morning and the same on Saturday is really Sunday morning. The club hours start at 2 AM, one hour after the normal hours for the club which is a topless/nude club that opens for the evening around 7-8 PM."
"Your wife does not work the early hours for the club."
"My observations were that she was there on the Friday/Saturday I visited the club. She seems to be the only woman in the after-hours club's operation."
"She was totally nude when I first saw her, except for the black high heels she was wearing. She is a strikingly beautiful woman with a gorgeous figure, and she is confident in the effect her body has on men. The men are there because this beautiful woman presents herself by being present in the club."
"I got close enough to hear her say to several of the men entering the club, 'Hi, thanks for coming tonight. I'm the reason for the cover charge. Do you think I'm worth it?' and did a twirl so they could get the full view of her. No one, that I heard, ever complained."
"She walked around for about an hour, chatting with various men and groups of men. Probably giving them the same welcome look at the goods."