Jan 22

Written by: Bruce A. Sarte
Sunday, January 22, 2012 4:58 PM 

This Sample Sunday is from my upcoming release, Philadelphia Story -- due out on Kindle, Nook, iPad and in Paperback on January 25th!  In this scene, Lance finds himself in over his head while investigating a warehouse-turned-strip-club!

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“Now,” she began in a deeper voice.  It wasn’t quite sensual but it was laced with sexuality. “When someone asks you for a drink here — you would respond with what you want.  For example, a Long Island iced tea would get you tall and thin while a harvey wallbanger would be something shorter and rounder… you follow?”  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  What… where was I?  But I nodded my head very absently.  “If you aren’t sure, just ask what the specials are and your concierge — that would be me tonight — will take care of the rest.”

“Specials?”  I asked in disbelief.

“Yes, I’ve already done that for you tonight.  But be forewarned not all the concierges are as understanding as I am.  If you don’t know what you want, or understand how to ask for what you want, they won’t help you like I’ve done.  Please remember that when Mr. M asks.”

“Mr. M?”  Before Miss Bunny could answer there was a soft tone that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once.  She slowly lifted her left leg off me and pulled her right one back.  She lingered close to me for a second before backing away and exiting the room with a smile and a wink.  No more than a minute later a girl who couldn’t have been a day over twenty years old slithered through the curtain.  There was the sound of a door shutting behind her but I’m not sure where the door was.  She stood with her body half hidden by the curtain and looked at me.  She was frozen for a second and I thought I saw a look of recognition cross her face but it was gone as quickly as it was there.  Slowly the rest of her emerged and I got a full look at her lean and taut body that was encumbered in black leather.  Her form was covered in black leather accented with black lace with just enough skin showing to make you look and but not enough to make you want to look away.  Her vanilla skin accented the outfit and looked more like it belonged on a Victorian couch not swinging from some metal pole in a place like this.  Her lips were painted a deep ruby, her dark hair was pulled back tightly making her green eyes pop in contrast to her light skin.  She was stunningly beautiful.  She stalked over, dropping to her knees right in front of me with a devilish grin on her face.  She stared at me forever before she leaned forward and mouthed, “Be careful what you wish for when you dream.”  I could feel the dollar bills pushing to be first in line to jump out of my pocket.

“Hi…” I offered awkwardly, trying to prevent any clothing from being removed any time soon.  She looked at me like I had spoken Greek and then penetrated me with her deep emerald eyes.  In that moment I felt naked and knew it was a bad place to be.  When she put her hand on my chest I spoke up.

“I’m L...”  She put her finger to my mouth but continued to look at me oddly.  “Look,” I said, “I’m not here for this.  You don’t…”  She bolted upright as if someone had given her an electric shock.  She began backing away shaking her head back and forth.  With her hair swaying she ran from the room.  I heard the door, which wasn’t there when I came in, open but didn’t hear it close.  I quickly stood and took two steps toward the curtain but was quickly curtailed by the presence of two large Asian men wearing black suits and black sunglasses.

“Hey guys…” I offered with a laugh and my hands raised showing no resistance, “I didn’t touch her.  I swear!”  I pointed toward what I assumed to be the exit behind them.  “I was just leaving, so if you’ll just,” I made a moving motion with my hands, “ya know, move aside?”

There was one guy on the left with a small scar above his right eye.  He simply shook his head no.  So I decided to try and walk between then.  The guy on the right who has a diamond earring placed his big paw on my shoulder, which effectively stopped me in my tracks.

“Now come on here, guys, no need for touching.”  I reached up and attempted to remove the heavy hand to no avail.  I was about to explain to him how bad an idea touching me was when I heard a scream from outside the room followed by something falling to the floor.  So I grabbed his thumb, twisted his wrist and enjoyed the sound of his forearm shattering.  He yelled out something in a language that I didn’t know and crumbled to the floor.  His partner reached out to grab me, so I countered by grabbing his hand and striking upward with my palm, breaking his elbow.  With my new Asian buddies on the floor, I pushed through the curtain to the hallway, glancing around for the source of the scream.  I pulled Betsy from her holster and began making my way down the hall filled with curtains on each side.  I didn’t hear anything coming from anywhere so I pushed a curtain aside to find a sliding door.

“Oh, so that’s where the door comes from…” I pushed the button and slid the door aside.

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Copyright ©2012 Bruce A. Sarte