Chapter 3
Friday night, no longer stalking Justene, but traveling with her, I was setting at her at her private table in a strip club. Justene was setting next to me. Her black mini-skirt was pulled up over her hips and Zulekya was eating her off. Beefcake was standing nearby. If he noticed what was going on, it wasn’t affecting him.
Justene was asking how the case was going when a young man in a suit walked up. He had short blondish hair. Tattoos covered his neck and wrists and another under his right eye and he had those ear piercings where the lobe is stretched way out with a big metal circle. Justene had a similar but smaller version. Hers was hot, his merely added to the strangeness of his overall look.
He introduced himself as the manager. I recognized him as Ty Marciano, the son of a local big shot criminal I’d had run-ins with. He started hitting on Justene. Good for the image, even when she rebuffed him, kept people from figuring out he was in the closet.
He offered us all free lap dances from any of the girls we wanted and offered to get us complementary drinks or drugs. While he was talking, a skimpy dressed black girl I pretended not to know walked up and whispered in Ty’s ear. He looked pissed, excused himself, and walked away. I followed him with my eyes.
A young woman with nice tits was dancing on one of the tables. She was in a leather corset, black mini skirt, fishnet stockings, and 5” platform heels. She looked vaguely familiar but I couldn’t place her.
The skanky black girl set down beside me.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” I said. “Who’s the girl?”
“Mr. Marciano’s daughter, Sia. The boss finds out she was here, he’ll skin her alive and kill Ty.” Justene was watching us and listening intently. The girl slipped me a piece of paper and a fifty. She left.
Justene looked at me. “What,” she asked, “was that?”
“An old friend, asking for a favor,” I lied. I could tell Justene didn’t believe me, but she didn’t care enough to ask more, which was good cause I’d have only lied more. The girl was an undercover Vice cop, in the rare cases when she’s mentioned in reports she is only ever called by the codename Deep. She’d been in the Marciano organization so long and gotten in so deep, she would probably never come back out.
The commotion from Sia died down and Justene got bored, so we left.
Three clubs later, Justene took a drunk red head, too young to be in the club, into the lady’s room and came out twenty minutes later with Sia Marciano.
Sia put her arms around me and kissed me on the lips, shoving her tongue in my mouth. Her tits were pressing into me. They were better than I remembered, but then again, she’d been very young last time I saw her. She tasted like tequila.
She pulled away but left her arms around my neck. “I love you Dick-tective.” She was very drunk. Justene was smiling.
“I take it you two know each other.”
“Uh-huh,” Sia said, “he saved my life.”
I said she was exaggerating. Which she was.
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Justene and Sia became fast friend, making out, doing lines of Sia’s personal stash of coke, dancing on the tables, and taking drunk college boys into the men’s room.
Zukeya came back from the lady’s room and sat beside me. “The little red head is sleeping it off on the stall floor. She will be fine.” She glanced around. “Where is Justene?”
