her head. “You know that’s not healthy. You have to have some place to escape to.”
“I have my boat.”
“And how often do you go out there?”
“More often in the summer, and why all the questions?” she asked as she stabbed a shrimp with her fork.
Samantha shrugged. “I just don’t know anything about you.”
“I lead a terribly boring life. There’s not really anything to know.”
“All work and no play?”
“Pretty much.”
Samantha knew absolutely nothing about the lesbian lifestyle, but Tori was just so attractive. She couldn’t imagine why she was single. She wondered if she ever dated.
“What thoughts are running through that pretty head of yours?”
“Just… wondering about your love life,” Sam admitted.
Tori laughed. “I’m not exactly a sociable person.”
“You don’t date?”
“I wouldn’t call it dating,” Tori said dryly.
“One-night stands?”
“I wouldn’t really call it that, either.”
Sam’s eyes widened. “Sex for hire?”
Tori laughed again. “I’ve never had to pay.”
Sam watched as Tori stabbed another shrimp and slipped it in her mouth. Yes, attractive. In fact, she was… well, Sam wouldn’t say beautiful. Not in the normal sense. Her skin was nearly flawless and those eyelashes, God, who wouldn’t kill for them? Then those eyelashes opened and dark brown eyes captured her own. Her eyes were warm, gentle. Not the angry, indifferent eyes she’d found that first day.
“Now what are you thinking?”
Sam gave her a quick smile.
“None of your business,” she said and she shoved a forkful of rice into her mouth.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Tori asked again. They were parked down the street from the most popular leather bar in the city. She’d watched as Sam’s eyes widened at the sight of a woman wearing a dog collar, being led into the bar on a leash.
“Why did she have a… leash?”
“Dominant-submissive. It’s all about control,” Tori said.
“Why would she do that?”
“They’re role-playing. You’ll see a lot worse inside. Maybe I should just go in by myself. You can wait out here,” Tori offered.
“No. I can handle this,” Samantha said. Couldn’t she? God, did women really do that?
“We’ll just go in, ask a few questions, then leave. If they know we’re cops, they’ll never talk to us. Don’t flash your badge,” Tori warned.
“We’re not exactly going to fit in,” Samantha said. “I mean, look at us. We look normal.”
“They won’t all be wearing collars, Sam. In fact, some women go just to watch.”
Tori opened her door and got out, waiting until Sam walked beside her.
“Stay close to me.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t let you out of my sight,” Sam said.
It was dark inside and nearly everyone wore black, she and Tori included. The music was loud, pounding, almost sinister in its sound. She tried to act casual as she looked around, but the sight of a woman bound at the hands, being forced onto the lap of another, made her eyes widen. She felt a hand take hers and she thankfully squeezed Tori’s fingers with her own. She let Tori lead her to the bar without a word.
“Sit.”
They sat side by side, looking around without speaking. Sam watched as the bartender came over, a tall woman with spiked hair. She wore a leather jacket, opened-and nothing else. Both her nipples were pierced, linked together by a tiny silver chain.
“Scotch,” Tori said.
“And what about for your pet?”
“She’ll have club soda.”
Samantha was about to protest when she felt Tori’s hand squeeze hers. She kept quiet.
“We’re looking for a friend of ours,” Tori told the bartender. “Lorraine.”
The woman shook her head. “Don’t know a Lorraine.”
“What about Crystal?”
“Crystal? Blond?”
Tori nodded.
“Yeah. Haven’t seen her in a week or so.” She set their drinks on the bar. “She belongs to Johnny.”
Tori raised her eyebrows.
“Down there,” she
“I have my boat.”
“And how often do you go out there?”
“More often in the summer, and why all the questions?” she asked as she stabbed a shrimp with her fork.
Samantha shrugged. “I just don’t know anything about you.”
“I lead a terribly boring life. There’s not really anything to know.”
“All work and no play?”
“Pretty much.”
Samantha knew absolutely nothing about the lesbian lifestyle, but Tori was just so attractive. She couldn’t imagine why she was single. She wondered if she ever dated.
“What thoughts are running through that pretty head of yours?”
“Just… wondering about your love life,” Sam admitted.
Tori laughed. “I’m not exactly a sociable person.”
“You don’t date?”
“I wouldn’t call it dating,” Tori said dryly.
“One-night stands?”
“I wouldn’t really call it that, either.”
Sam’s eyes widened. “Sex for hire?”
Tori laughed again. “I’ve never had to pay.”
Sam watched as Tori stabbed another shrimp and slipped it in her mouth. Yes, attractive. In fact, she was… well, Sam wouldn’t say beautiful. Not in the normal sense. Her skin was nearly flawless and those eyelashes, God, who wouldn’t kill for them? Then those eyelashes opened and dark brown eyes captured her own. Her eyes were warm, gentle. Not the angry, indifferent eyes she’d found that first day.
“Now what are you thinking?”
Sam gave her a quick smile.
“None of your business,” she said and she shoved a forkful of rice into her mouth.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Tori asked again. They were parked down the street from the most popular leather bar in the city. She’d watched as Sam’s eyes widened at the sight of a woman wearing a dog collar, being led into the bar on a leash.
“Why did she have a… leash?”
“Dominant-submissive. It’s all about control,” Tori said.
“Why would she do that?”
“They’re role-playing. You’ll see a lot worse inside. Maybe I should just go in by myself. You can wait out here,” Tori offered.
“No. I can handle this,” Samantha said. Couldn’t she? God, did women really do that?
“We’ll just go in, ask a few questions, then leave. If they know we’re cops, they’ll never talk to us. Don’t flash your badge,” Tori warned.
“We’re not exactly going to fit in,” Samantha said. “I mean, look at us. We look normal.”
“They won’t all be wearing collars, Sam. In fact, some women go just to watch.”
Tori opened her door and got out, waiting until Sam walked beside her.
“Stay close to me.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t let you out of my sight,” Sam said.
It was dark inside and nearly everyone wore black, she and Tori included. The music was loud, pounding, almost sinister in its sound. She tried to act casual as she looked around, but the sight of a woman bound at the hands, being forced onto the lap of another, made her eyes widen. She felt a hand take hers and she thankfully squeezed Tori’s fingers with her own. She let Tori lead her to the bar without a word.
“Sit.”
They sat side by side, looking around without speaking. Sam watched as the bartender came over, a tall woman with spiked hair. She wore a leather jacket, opened-and nothing else. Both her nipples were pierced, linked together by a tiny silver chain.
“Scotch,” Tori said.
“And what about for your pet?”
“She’ll have club soda.”
Samantha was about to protest when she felt Tori’s hand squeeze hers. She kept quiet.
“We’re looking for a friend of ours,” Tori told the bartender. “Lorraine.”
The woman shook her head. “Don’t know a Lorraine.”
“What about Crystal?”
“Crystal? Blond?”
Tori nodded.
“Yeah. Haven’t seen her in a week or so.” She set their drinks on the bar. “She belongs to Johnny.”
Tori raised her eyebrows.
“Down there,” she
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