Who Framed Tucker Randall?
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,099
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
George and Susannah
Note: I'm not the best writer there is so I try my best!
When it was close to midnight, a strong and handsome man with a look from the 1940s with a brown trench coat walked into a hot strip club. The booming music and shouting and whistling of men rang into his ear as he opened the door, entertering the club. The club was dark but with disco lights over the stage where a woman was half-naked, dancing on a pole as a few men shouted at her, standing up to reach for her clothes the dancer was tossing out to them. The club smelled of beer and smoke. While the man who just entered sighed, he wanted nothing about his occupation as a detective in Orlando, Florida to enter his mind. His intention as he left his office at the police department was to go home and take a long bath but instead, decided to visit the strip club he heard about at the police department.
The detective, George Costa walked over to a bar and sat down, not even looking over for a bartender as he started at the dancer. "Can I get you anything?" the detective heard a man say. He turned his glance and noticed the bartender who approached him. The bartender had on his usual white shirt, black vest and a black bow-tie and he had just swung a towel over on his shoulder. "Yeah, scotch on the rocks," the detective answered. The bartender nodded and stepped away. The exhausted detective watched more of the strip show for a moment until his glass of scotch arrived. George thanked the bartender and gulped down his drink before he got up to take a seat near the stage. As he approached the table and chair, the dancer was finishing up and exiting the stage and the room was going dark.
George sighed to himself. "Well, this is just some usual dump I've walked in," the detective thought to himself as he glanced around at the men who cheered and were getting excited by the dancer who just left. He wasn't in the mood for a social event and thought he might leave in the middle of the next dancer's act. The announcer yelled on the PA system about the dancer who just left and introduced the next dancer.
"Hey let's give it up for the glamorous and erotic dancer, Susannah Jaffe!" The men hooted and cheered as another dancer who had dark hair and a sparkling smile arrived onstage, dancing to another upbeat sexy disco. George, the detective could not believe what he saw. He watched as the dancer danced to the music and almost immediately removed her clothes, tossing them to the men who were coming close to the stage. She smiled at every men in the audience until she laid eyes on George. George stared with awe as she made eye contact with the detective. The beautiful dancer stared him down closely as she seductively removed her bra, exposing her 36C breasts to the detective. The men went wild in the audience but the dancer did not pay attention to the rest of her audience but to the detective. She removed everything from the waist down before she stepped off the stage to approach the detective.
The heart rate of the detective increased rapidly as he watched her come closer to him and put her arms around her neck as she put herself down on his legs. "Hey, Handsome," she greeted him. The men called for her but the dancer seductively danced for him and let himself feel her body parts til she got in his laps and reached backwards. George quickly grabbed her hips so she did not fall to the ground. "Ma'am..." George said to her. He can feel her legs wrapping around his and he started to feel bulging in his pants. The dancer heard him then moved back to look at him with a smile. "I am not a ma'am" she said. "My name's Susannah, Baby." Their faces were so close together as if they were going to kiss then Susannah stood up in front of him, touching her own breasts then down her body. George watched her, as his bulge was erecting more then to his disappointment, Susannah started walking away and got back on the stage.
The music was dying down then she went leaving the stage. The men called for her but George just sat there, shocked with the dancer's act. It took only a minute for him to pull himself together again. To dry his mouth, he returned back to the bar to ask for another glass of scotch and paid. The bartender asked him if he wanted anything else and the detective shook his head. He took another glass of scotch and watched a couple more dancers before leaving to go home. After the last dancer, he did not get the dancer, Susannah off his mind. He walked across the dark and quiet parking lot while many cars were in the lot but no one was walking around.
When it was close to midnight, a strong and handsome man with a look from the 1940s with a brown trench coat walked into a hot strip club. The booming music and shouting and whistling of men rang into his ear as he opened the door, entertering the club. The club was dark but with disco lights over the stage where a woman was half-naked, dancing on a pole as a few men shouted at her, standing up to reach for her clothes the dancer was tossing out to them. The club smelled of beer and smoke. While the man who just entered sighed, he wanted nothing about his occupation as a detective in Orlando, Florida to enter his mind. His intention as he left his office at the police department was to go home and take a long bath but instead, decided to visit the strip club he heard about at the police department.
The detective, George Costa walked over to a bar and sat down, not even looking over for a bartender as he started at the dancer. "Can I get you anything?" the detective heard a man say. He turned his glance and noticed the bartender who approached him. The bartender had on his usual white shirt, black vest and a black bow-tie and he had just swung a towel over on his shoulder. "Yeah, scotch on the rocks," the detective answered. The bartender nodded and stepped away. The exhausted detective watched more of the strip show for a moment until his glass of scotch arrived. George thanked the bartender and gulped down his drink before he got up to take a seat near the stage. As he approached the table and chair, the dancer was finishing up and exiting the stage and the room was going dark.
George sighed to himself. "Well, this is just some usual dump I've walked in," the detective thought to himself as he glanced around at the men who cheered and were getting excited by the dancer who just left. He wasn't in the mood for a social event and thought he might leave in the middle of the next dancer's act. The announcer yelled on the PA system about the dancer who just left and introduced the next dancer.
"Hey let's give it up for the glamorous and erotic dancer, Susannah Jaffe!" The men hooted and cheered as another dancer who had dark hair and a sparkling smile arrived onstage, dancing to another upbeat sexy disco. George, the detective could not believe what he saw. He watched as the dancer danced to the music and almost immediately removed her clothes, tossing them to the men who were coming close to the stage. She smiled at every men in the audience until she laid eyes on George. George stared with awe as she made eye contact with the detective. The beautiful dancer stared him down closely as she seductively removed her bra, exposing her 36C breasts to the detective. The men went wild in the audience but the dancer did not pay attention to the rest of her audience but to the detective. She removed everything from the waist down before she stepped off the stage to approach the detective.
The heart rate of the detective increased rapidly as he watched her come closer to him and put her arms around her neck as she put herself down on his legs. "Hey, Handsome," she greeted him. The men called for her but the dancer seductively danced for him and let himself feel her body parts til she got in his laps and reached backwards. George quickly grabbed her hips so she did not fall to the ground. "Ma'am..." George said to her. He can feel her legs wrapping around his and he started to feel bulging in his pants. The dancer heard him then moved back to look at him with a smile. "I am not a ma'am" she said. "My name's Susannah, Baby." Their faces were so close together as if they were going to kiss then Susannah stood up in front of him, touching her own breasts then down her body. George watched her, as his bulge was erecting more then to his disappointment, Susannah started walking away and got back on the stage.
The music was dying down then she went leaving the stage. The men called for her but George just sat there, shocked with the dancer's act. It took only a minute for him to pull himself together again. To dry his mouth, he returned back to the bar to ask for another glass of scotch and paid. The bartender asked him if he wanted anything else and the detective shook his head. He took another glass of scotch and watched a couple more dancers before leaving to go home. After the last dancer, he did not get the dancer, Susannah off his mind. He walked across the dark and quiet parking lot while many cars were in the lot but no one was walking around.