judgment, she followed him
inside. A few whispered words to the door attendant and they were ushered to
the manager's office.
Sean
shook hands with the club owner and they all sat down. "Tony...how are you
doing? This is Ann Wilder my partner."
Ann
shook hands with the manager, her thoughts of how he should go on a diet
prevalent in her mind.
"Listen,
Tony," Sean said, "we need to get the dirt on the celebrity gang-bangs
for an article."
Smiling
in appreciation and sitting back in his chair, Sean took in the nude posters
plastered all over the walls.
"I
know they happen, but I don't know where," Tony replied. His eyes wandered
up and down Ann's body. "You're some looker, gal."
Ann
struggled to keep from blurting a sharp retort. Although he was loathsome, this
Tony could have some information for them, and unless they wanted their search
to end here and now, they needed to cooperate.
"Come
on Tony, surely you have friends who know where," Ann said.
Feeling
naughty, she shifted in her seat and let her skirt ride up her thighs a little.
Tony's eyes widened.
"Ah,
I might be able to help you," Tony stammered. "What's in it for
me?"
"A
half-page ad, free," replied Sean.
"Full
page with color."
"Done."
"Ok,
I got a friend who might know something, but let me ring him first and see how
he feels about all this. If he agrees to meet you, I'll let you know."
With
that, Sean and Ann left his office telling him they'd wait outside, and then proceeded
to the bar. As she drank her gin and tonic, Ann watched one of the strippers,
wondering how anyone could perform in such a manner, in front of perfect
strangers.
Ten
minutes later, Tony came out of his office and walked over to join them.
"Gus,
my contact, will meet you in the Café Royale at eight o'clock tonight, he's a
big guy so you won't miss him," he said, patting Ann's butt as she turned
to leave.
Ann
cringed. He disgusted her, but she kept her cool as they walked out.
Getting
there early, Ann and Sean had a coffee while waiting, and then spotted a guy who
fitted Tony's description entering the café. Sean waved him over, found him to
be the right person and then asked if he wanted a coffee. Once he was settled
and starting to talk, Ann decided to ask him straight out.
"We
were told that you could help us dig up some dirt concerning so-called
Celebrity Gang-Bangs, is that true?" she said, as she sat back in the
booth.
"You
sound like you don't believe this happens," he replied.
"Let's
just say I have my doubts," said Ann, "why would celebrities risk
their reputations getting involved in something like this? If word got out,
they could be ruined."
"Sounds
like that's what you're trying to do."
"We
have no intention of exposing anyone's name, we merely wish to interview,
anonymously, the person who arranges it all," said Sean.
"I
don't know," said Gus, "I mean this is my livelihood we're talking
about."
"We
can make it worth your while," said Ann.
"I
want five grand for this," he replied, sitting back to gauge their
response.
"Three
thousand is all we can offer, take it or leave it," said Sean.
Gus
sat up, placing both hands onto the table as if to rise, and then suddenly
decided to sit back down.
"Done."
"So,
what happens next?" asked Ann.
"You
have to do whatever I tell you to do, starting off with a blindfold, when we
get underway," he said.
"We
will do whatever it takes to get the story, but can you assure us that we aren't
in any danger?" asked Sean.
"Oh,
you'll be safe. I mean, we're not talking about the criminal element here, just
something that has to be done behind closed doors. Be here in one hour—with the
money."
One
hour later, he was blindfolding them, and then setting off. Ann felt a little
apprehensive, but started to relax when Sean kept reminding her that he
wouldn't let anything bad happen.
When
Gus finally told them to remove their blindfolds, Ann and Sean discovered they
were in a warehouse. There were a few storage cases over in
inside. A few whispered words to the door attendant and they were ushered to
the manager's office.
Sean
shook hands with the club owner and they all sat down. "Tony...how are you
doing? This is Ann Wilder my partner."
Ann
shook hands with the manager, her thoughts of how he should go on a diet
prevalent in her mind.
"Listen,
Tony," Sean said, "we need to get the dirt on the celebrity gang-bangs
for an article."
Smiling
in appreciation and sitting back in his chair, Sean took in the nude posters
plastered all over the walls.
"I
know they happen, but I don't know where," Tony replied. His eyes wandered
up and down Ann's body. "You're some looker, gal."
Ann
struggled to keep from blurting a sharp retort. Although he was loathsome, this
Tony could have some information for them, and unless they wanted their search
to end here and now, they needed to cooperate.
"Come
on Tony, surely you have friends who know where," Ann said.
Feeling
naughty, she shifted in her seat and let her skirt ride up her thighs a little.
Tony's eyes widened.
"Ah,
I might be able to help you," Tony stammered. "What's in it for
me?"
"A
half-page ad, free," replied Sean.
"Full
page with color."
"Done."
"Ok,
I got a friend who might know something, but let me ring him first and see how
he feels about all this. If he agrees to meet you, I'll let you know."
With
that, Sean and Ann left his office telling him they'd wait outside, and then proceeded
to the bar. As she drank her gin and tonic, Ann watched one of the strippers,
wondering how anyone could perform in such a manner, in front of perfect
strangers.
Ten
minutes later, Tony came out of his office and walked over to join them.
"Gus,
my contact, will meet you in the Café Royale at eight o'clock tonight, he's a
big guy so you won't miss him," he said, patting Ann's butt as she turned
to leave.
Ann
cringed. He disgusted her, but she kept her cool as they walked out.
Getting
there early, Ann and Sean had a coffee while waiting, and then spotted a guy who
fitted Tony's description entering the café. Sean waved him over, found him to
be the right person and then asked if he wanted a coffee. Once he was settled
and starting to talk, Ann decided to ask him straight out.
"We
were told that you could help us dig up some dirt concerning so-called
Celebrity Gang-Bangs, is that true?" she said, as she sat back in the
booth.
"You
sound like you don't believe this happens," he replied.
"Let's
just say I have my doubts," said Ann, "why would celebrities risk
their reputations getting involved in something like this? If word got out,
they could be ruined."
"Sounds
like that's what you're trying to do."
"We
have no intention of exposing anyone's name, we merely wish to interview,
anonymously, the person who arranges it all," said Sean.
"I
don't know," said Gus, "I mean this is my livelihood we're talking
about."
"We
can make it worth your while," said Ann.
"I
want five grand for this," he replied, sitting back to gauge their
response.
"Three
thousand is all we can offer, take it or leave it," said Sean.
Gus
sat up, placing both hands onto the table as if to rise, and then suddenly
decided to sit back down.
"Done."
"So,
what happens next?" asked Ann.
"You
have to do whatever I tell you to do, starting off with a blindfold, when we
get underway," he said.
"We
will do whatever it takes to get the story, but can you assure us that we aren't
in any danger?" asked Sean.
"Oh,
you'll be safe. I mean, we're not talking about the criminal element here, just
something that has to be done behind closed doors. Be here in one hour—with the
money."
One
hour later, he was blindfolding them, and then setting off. Ann felt a little
apprehensive, but started to relax when Sean kept reminding her that he
wouldn't let anything bad happen.
When
Gus finally told them to remove their blindfolds, Ann and Sean discovered they
were in a warehouse. There were a few storage cases over in
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