Page 37 of Hot Cops

She wanted to smack him for his cockiness, but instead her traitorous body forced her to merely nod. His genuinely pleased grin prompted her to respond with one of her own. “I had no idea you were such a dirty boy.”

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “You have no ideahowdirty.” He dragged his hand down her arm, moving inward very discreetly to pinch one of her turgid nipples. She gasped as his quick squeeze sent a jolt of arousal straight to her aching clit.

She leaned closer to him. “I’m horny.”

Aaron’s smoldering gaze let her know he was sharing her pain. “Let’s see if we can find the manager and ask about Bella.” He glanced at his watch. “I have every intention of having you naked, your ass filled with that butt plug and chained to the hotel bed while I fuck you raw within the hour.”

Riley swallowed heavily, her panties soaked with the sticky juices his sexy promise produced. “Make that within half an hour,” she said, her voice huskily betraying her need.

He nodded. “Deal.”

Bubbles followed them as they stood and walked to the bar. The woman was hell-bent on trying to get a job at the club. While Riley appreciated the fact she wanted to give up prostituting herself, she wished Bubbles would branch out to an entirely different line of work. Maybe one that let her remain dressed.

Aaron asked the bartender about the manager and the man directed them to a small door near the restrooms. They knocked on the door and were bid to enter. The manager was seated behind the desk and Riley was shocked by his appearance. She’d anticipated a swarthy guy who walked with a swagger and wore his shirt unbuttoned to show off all his bling. This man looked like her sister-in-law Lily’s dad, the straight-laced government employee. The manager was a short, slight man with reading glasses and a bad comb-over.

Aaron introduced himself and briefly explained why they were looking for Bella. Riley was getting bored with the story simply because of the number of times they’d been forced to retell it.

The manager, Louis, nodded as Aaron finished his recitation.

“She called in and quit.”

“When?” Aaron asked.

“Late last night. Saturday’s her night off anyway. Tonight’s a different story. I’m totally pissed off. There was no way I could find a pony girl in one day. She’s my main act.” Louis glanced at the clock on his wall. “In about thirty minutes, I’m going to have to take that stage and tell those horny drunks that the star attraction isn’t here.” Louis picked up a glass of milky-looking water from his desk and chugged it down. Riley figured he was dosing himself on a little plop, plop, fizz, fizz. “My fucking gut is killing me too. Do you know what this is gonna do to business until I can find a damn replacement?”

“I can be your pony girl.” Bubbles had been remarkably quiet the entire time they were in the office, standing by the door. For a moment, Riley had forgotten about her. An amazing feat, considering Bubbles was pretty hard to ignore.

Louis looked up and grimaced. He obviously hadn’t been aware of her presence either. “Jesus, Bubbles. Are we gonna have to go through this again? You know I’m not gonna let you be the pony girl.”

“Why not?” Riley asked. Regardless of Bubbles’ rather outlandish outfits, she couldn’t help but think the crowd she’d just been a part of would love seeing Bubbles’ girls.

Louis rolled his eyes. “Why not? I’ll tell you why not. Because she can’t dance. Woman has two left feet.”

“But I been practicing,” Bubbles insisted.

Louis snorted with impatience. “You said that last time and you fell off the stage and broke a table. Why don’t you just accept the fact that not everybody’s cut out to be a stripper and you happen to be in that group?”

“But I’m just saying, if you’ll give me another chance, let the crowd see me. I know they’d?—”

“You want me to put you onstagetonight? In front of witnesses? Jesus, you’d hurt somebody.”

“Surely you have women working here who aren’t onstage. What about a hostess job? Or a lap-dance lady?” Riley suggested.

“I don’t need any hostesses and the performers do the lap dances too. There’s no distinction.”

Riley walked over, taking Bubbles’ hand and dragging her closer to Louis. His lack of height put him almost at eye level with the hooker’s most profitable asset. “But Bubbles could be yourspeciallap-dance lady. Do you know how much money men would pay to have these beauties thrust in their face?”

The manager’s face took on a greedy, thoughtful look.

“How much wouldyoupay, Aaron?” Riley prompted, throwing him ananswer right or pay laterlook.

“Oh damn,” Aaron said. “At least fifty.” Riley’s eyes narrowed. “A hundred dollars. I’d slap down a hundred bucks without even giving it a second thought.”

“Really?” Louis asked.

Riley got a sense she was close to victory, but Louis didn’t concede as easily as she’d hoped.

“She still can’t dance. Even lap dances require a bit of rhythm. She has none.”

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