Crime (9 page)

Finally, she eased the car down the alley that ran behind the club. She saw one steel door at the back, a single light mounted right above the door. There was a little parking lot with just a few cars parked there, again, no sign of another living soul. Thinking it was probably the employee entrance, Melanie parked her car a little farther down the alley, out of sight of the building, and walked back.
She came to the end of the fence, where the parking lot started, and stood there for a few minutes, smoking a cigarette. Looking around, she didn't see anyone, and decided it was safe to try the back door. She crossed the lot to the door, walking briskly, her eyes scanning the surrounding area the whole time. The door was locked so, satisfied that no one else was around, she slipped a small leather case out of her back pocket. Choosing a pick, she began working the lock on the door.
Seconds later, she heard a voice and, jumping back while she slid the door pick back into her pocket, saw a woman sashay around the corner of the building.
"You know, sugar, if you want in that badly, I might be persuaded to help you out." As the woman walked closer, Melanie got a better look at who had just issued the provocative invitation. She wasn't more than 5' 4", tops. Very slim and lanky, the woman had long blonde hair, the roots starting to show. She looked barley legal, having the fresh face of a kid just out of high school, but she was dressed to impress, or at least increase a person's heart rate. She was wearing fish net stockings, black shoes with at least a two-inch heel, skin tight, black leather skirt and a halter top, with a nametag that read 'Kayla'.
"And you could get me in?" Melanie's tone was one of great skepticism. She watched as it had the right effect. The girl got a defensive look on her face; acting like Melanie had just thrown down a dare.
"Yeah, I can get you in. I'm allowed guests, you know."
"Even when you're working?"
"Yeah. I can let a friend in once in a while."
"Ok. So, you gonna let me in?"
"Well, sugar, you're not a friend yet." Kayla gave Melanie the once over, a little gleam in her eye. Melanie chocked back a laugh. Kayla was trying so hard to sound like a street tuff, but it just wasn't working for her.
Trying to keep from busting out laughing, Melanie took a gulp of air, deciding to try another tact. She fished Felicia's picture out of her pocket and held it up for Kayla to see.
"Know her?"
Kayla's eyes widen in surprise. "Yeah, that's Lee Anne. You a friend of hers?"
Lee Anne? Had Felicia changed her name? Wheels turning, Melanie forgot Kayla was there for a minute. Then she felt a finger slide down her arm, and she jerked back to reality, finding Kayla almost plastered to her side.
"Does Lee Anne have a last name?" Melanie held a folded up twenty between two fingers and offered it to Kayla. God, she had to find Felicia soon, or wire David for more money. The twenty disappeared inside Kayla's halter-top.
"I don't know," Kayla's voice hesitant, "I mean, I don't know if I should tell you. You aren't gonna hurt her, or something, are you?"
Melanie gave Kayla her most comforting look. "No, Kayla, I'm not here to hurt Lee Anne. I'm an old friend and she just kind of disappeared from our hometown. I just want to see her. You know, make sure she's all right. That's all."
Kayla studied her for a few minutes, mulling things over. "I tell you what, I'll let Lee Anne know she's got a friend in town. If she wants to hook up with you, we'll meet you at The Rainbow in an hour. We're both scheduled to go home soon, so we can both meet you. That way, it's public and safe. Ok?"
Melanie didn't think she could completely trust Kayla, but didn't have a lot of other options at the moment. "Ok. Tell her Sam is here to see her." Sam was one of the sisters' friends from home, who they went clubbing with on a regular basis. Melanie and Sam had enough similar features that, if Kayla described her to Felicia, she'd probably buy it. Mind you, she and Sam were definitely different looking, but Melanie didn't think Kayla would give much of a description beyond dark hair and dark eyes. Close enough for government work.
Kayla nodded and went inside. Melanie already knew where The Rainbow was, having hit it last night on her rounds, and headed for her car.
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Same as last night, The Rainbow was packed. Melanie found a pillar to lean against and hoped a table would open up soon. Twenty minutes later, two love birds slid out of a nearby booth, obviously going home to consummate their drunken vows of forever after. Melanie jumped in, just beating out a small group of women.
"Friends on the way," Melanie muttered to the group, explaining why she, only one person, was going to be mean and take the booth from them. Thankfully, the women didn't argue and just slipped back into the crowd.
Trish had been watching the stranger ever since she came in. She recognized the woman as the one flashing a picture around last night, but that wasn't what was bothering her. Even when she talked to her last night, the woman seemed familiar, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. She just hoped that the woman wasn't going to be trouble. She owned this bar, and wasn't in the mood tonight to have a hassle on her hands.
Trish was a formidable woman. She stood almost 5' 10". Her grandmother had been part American Indian, and Trish had inherited her exotic looks. Her raven black hair hung long and straight, almost to her waist. She had dark brown eyes and her skin was a beautiful, deep bronze. Trish kept herself in shape too. Mainly because she often found herself playing bouncer, on the rare occasions someone got out of hand. She was no push over.

Trish watched as the newcomer made a move on the booth that two lovers were getting ready to vacate. As the stranger slid in, Trish caught sight of a tattoo, a phoenix, peeking out from under the back of the woman's tank top. Suddenly it hit her. She hadn't seen this woman before, but she'd certainly heard all about her. Trish reached for the phone, placing a long distance call to New Orleans.
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Melanie was running out of patience. It was past the time Kayla said she would be here, and it was getting close to closing time. Just then, Kayla appeared, sliding into the booth across from Melanie. She wasn't surprised to find Kayla was alone.
"Where's Lee Anne?"
"Don't worry, sugar. She got tied up at work. She'll be here soon."
Melanie knew when she was being played. She was starting to get really irritated, but maybe she could wiggle some information out of Kayla, so she kept her temper in check. Instead, she flagged a waitress and ordered another drink, getting one for Kayla too.
While they waited for the waitress to return, Melanie started making small talk, occasionally slipping in a question about the private club, or Felicia. But Kayla was more interested in trying to get into Melanie's pants. Their drinks arrived and, while she was busy paying the waitress, Kayla ducked under the table, reappearing beside Melanie.
Melanie felt her temper kick in. She turned to face Kayla, who now had her hands all over her, and started to tell the young woman off. She never got the chance.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jessica roared.
Melanie hung her head for a second. God, sometimes the Matthews sisters had the worst timing. She turned back around, to face Jessica, and answered her question, her tone just as angry as Jessica's.
"I'm doing my job, damn it."
"Looks to me like you're trying to get laid. Your libido seems to interfere with your work a lot, doesn't it cher?" That last comment came out as snide as you can get, but Jessica didn't wait for a response. She turned around and headed for the back of the club.
That did it. Melanie jumped out of the booth and tore after Jessica, her temper in full gear. She'd had about enough of Jessica's spurned lover routine. She watched Jessica slip through a swinging door and she was right on her heels. Jessica was already half way down the long hall, which ended at a single steel door, the kind that could only be opened from the inside, when Melanie noticed one of the bartenders waiting at the door. The tall, exotic one she had noticed both last night, and this evening.
Quickly forgetting the other woman, Melanie reached out a hand, grabbed Jessica's arm and, just a few feet away from the other woman, pushed Jessica up against the wall. She stood back, but held her hand out, using it to keep Jessica in place.
"God damn it, Jessica! You need to learn to keep your mouth shut until you know what the hell's going on." She had been so close to getting some more information, maybe, at least, the last name Felicia was now using. Melanie was tired from all the late nights she'd been putting in lately, and now Jessica's temper and sharp tongue had just caused a major set back.
Jessica felt her own temper flare even higher, if that was possible. God, Melanie was an infuriating little bitch sometimes.
"You need to learn to keep your pants on," Jessica shot back.
"I was seconds away from getting that girl back there to give me information on Felicia. And, for your information, the next time I take my pants off, it'll be to fuck you blind." Jesus, where the hell had that come from.
Jessica felt a sharp tingle between her legs at Melanie's lewd comment. She could feel that ever-present spark of electricity that always hung between them. But right now, she was still feeling angry enough to be defiant.
"No way in hell," Jessica snapped out.
"Hell yes," Melanie growled back. She had seen that brief flare of desire in Jessica's eyes, and it undid her. She swooped down, capturing Jessica's mouth with hers, shoving her tongue inside to war with Jessica's. She had the brief thought that Jessica was just mad enough to bite her tongue clean off, but she just didn't care.
Jessica felt her body come to life, and she kissed Melanie back with just as much force and desperation. She had sooo missed this.
Trish was a little shocked at the way Jessica and Melanie were practically attacking each other. She cleared her throat to get their attention, and then watched in amusement as they sprang apart.
Melanie's head whipped around and she spotted the bartender standing within arms length. For a moment, Melanie had forgotten she was there.
Jessica sucked in air, her lungs feeling like they were on fire. She saw Melanie and Trish staring at each other, and thought it best to make some introductions.
"Melanie, this is Trish. She's an old friend of mine. We grew up together. This is her club."
Melanie eyed Trish and, seeing the tall beauty blush a little, finally put two and two together. Trish had called Jessica.
Trish spoke up. "Listen, my apartment's just upstairs. Why don't you both come up with me and we can talk." She headed out the back door, Melanie and Jessica right behind her.
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She and Jessica followed Trish into her apartment and sat down on the couch. Trish disappeared into her kitchen, reemerging a few minutes later with a bottle of tequila and everything they'd need to do shots. Melanie saw the bottle and burst out laughing.
"Dear Lord! Is that the only thing you southerners drink?"
"No," Trish answered, a little confused. She set everything down on the coffee table and noticed the meaningful look Jessica was giving Melanie.
Jessica saw the tequila and started thinking about the time Melanie had showed her a whole new version of a body shot. She felt a little thrill course through her, her body still wired from their encounter in the hallway, and sent Melanie a look, silently praying for that same body shot.
Melanie saw the look Jessica was giving her, but couldn't believe that Jessica wanted to do that here, in front of her friend. "Are you sure?" she asked, her eyes moving from Jessica to Trish.
"Uh huh," came Jessica's steady reply. Then she pulled off her shirt and bra, and settled back on the couch.
Trish watched in shock as Jessica peeled off her clothes, and now sat naked, from the waist up, on her couch, her heated gaze never leaving Melanie's face. She plopped down at the opposite end of the couch as Melanie slid down to kneel on the floor. Trish watched as Melanie poured a shot and began arranging things on the table. Then she grabbed Jessica's hips and pulled her until her butt sat right on the edge of the couch.
Melanie slid Jessica into position, then shifted so she was kneeling between Jessica's legs, with Jessica leaning back until her head rested against the back of the couch. Melanie hesitated a moment, giving Jessica a chance to change her mind, and when she didn't, began suckling Jessica's breast. When it was wet, she sprinkled the salt on, and licked it back off. She poured tequila into Jessica's navel, quickly dipping her head to suck and lick it up, as some of it spilled out and began sliding down her stomach. Then she held a lemon wedge to Jessica's lips and, when Jessica bit down on the end, leaned up to suck the wedge.
Trish stared in fascination. She'd never seen a body shot done quite like this. She felt a tingle between her legs as she watched Melanie's lips slip over the wedge. Then she looked up and caught Jessica watching her, as she watched Jessica and Melanie.
Melanie noticed Trish and Jessica staring at each other. She recalled that time in the alley when she and Jessica had been all over each other, a young man avidly watching from across the street. Then it hit her. Jessica was getting off on having an audience.
"You like to be watched, don't you, angel?" Melanie's voice was soft and low.
Jessica returned her attention to Melanie, a shocked look on her face. She started to say no, but Trish interrupted her.
"She sure as hell does. You should have seen her during college. She'd bring her friends down here to my bar and they'd start doing shots and fooling around, with the whole club watching. The more people that noticed, the bolder Jessica got."
Jessica's head was swiveling back and forth between Melanie and Trish, sputtering in protest the whole time. She heard Melanie's sultry laugh, and knew she was in trouble.
"Come on, Jessica. You know you want to give Trish a show. How about it?" Melanie watched a blush spread across Jessica's face. Then Jessica's eyes settled on hers and she gave Melanie a little nod. Melanie felt the heat spread through her. With one quick move, she had Jessica laying flat on her back on the couch, her head in Trish's lap.
Jessica squealed as she suddenly found herself staring up at Trish, then hissed in a breath as she felt the rest of her clothes disappear. The next thing she knew, she was naked on the couch with Melanie leaning over her, still fully clothed.
Melanie felt the tension building as Jessica's eyes darted between her and Trish, her mouth slightly parted in surprise. She decided to seized the opportunity, and captured Jessica's mouth with hers, sliding her tongue inside.
Jessica clung to Melanie, as she felt her lover seemingly suck all the breath out of her lungs. Then, she was gasping for air as Melanie released her mouth and started sliding down her body, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses in her wake. Jessica, once again, found herself staring up into her friend's eyes. Trish slowly stroked her hair as Melanie showered kisses all over her body. Jessica felt her heart hammering inside her chest.
After covering Jessica's body in kisses, Melanie settled in between her legs. She glanced up at Jessica, watching the excitement and desire burn in her eyes. She watched Trish slowly lay her hand on Jessica's breast and begin tracing lazy circles around one nipple, still stroking Jessica's hair with her other hand. Jessica closed her eyes, a contented sigh escaping at Trish's gentle touch.
Smiling, Melanie turned her attention to the prize before her. She dipped her tongue between Jessica's nether lips and began licking up and down, gradually increasing her pace. After a few minutes of this, she teased Jessica's clit with her tongue for a little while, and then changed direction, driving her tongue into Jessica's wet heat.
Jessica squealed at the sudden invasion. Her body began to writher, the contrast between Melanie's tongue pounding her pussy, and Trish's lazy caresses on her breasts, were driving her wild.
"Oh Goddddddddd! Oh, Melanie! Trish! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
Her back arched sharply as the first orgasm spiraled through her body. Neither Melanie, or Trish, stopped, or changed the pace of their assault. Jessica's body began to thrash, her hips wildly bucking against Melanie's face. Jessica buried her fingers in Melanie's hair, keeping her face pressed against her mound.
Melanie felt her own excitement building as she listened to Jessica's cries, felt her body bucking against her face. Slowly, she began to back off. She was so tempted to keep tongue loving Jessica until she passed out, but she knew there was more to come, and she wanted Jessica awake for every delicious minute. As she felt Jessica's body calm down, she slid off the couch and sat on the floor a few feet away, silently telling Trish, with just a look, that it was her turn.
Trish gently slipped out from under Jessica and stood beside the couch, facing Melanie, as she took her time removing her clothes. She stood before Melanie, in her birthday suite, and felt the heat increase between her legs at Melanie's appraising gaze. She looked down at her friend, who was lying in the same position, her arm flung over her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. Trish moved over Jessica, settling between her legs, her body pressing flat against Jessica's. She began to slowly rub her body against Jessica's, holding on to the arm of the couch for leverage.
Jessica's breath caught as she felt a weight against her. She knew, without looking, that it was Trish, not Melanie, who was lying against her. She started moaning as their sweat soaked bodies began to rub together, their breasts, nipples, flat against one another.
Melanie watched, transfixed, at the sight before her, two incredibly beautiful women, naked and slithering against each other. Right at this moment, she understood why men so enjoyed watching women make love to each other. Nothing had ever looked, or sounded, so sexy, so enticing, as the moans and gasps escaping from Trish and Jessica. Sitting on the floor, her body begging for release, she decided not to wait any longer. She stripped, then scooted closer to the couch and began teasing Jessica's ear lobe with her tongue. She gently caught the lobe and raked her teeth over it, her eyes locked with Trish's as she did it.
Trish sucked in a breath. This was incredible. She and Jessica had been lovers before. The two of them, along with three other friends, had been joined at the hip during high school. The five of them were their own little click, helping each other discover their bodies and the joys of sex. This wasn't her first three-way, or her last hopefully, but this had to be one of the most sensual encounters she'd ever had. The chemistry between Melanie and Jessica was a palatable thing, this kind of current that hung in the air, and she found herself caught up in it. Caught between these two extremely sexy women.
Melanie saw the look in Trish's eyes and knew this woman was totally caught up in the moment. She decided to heat things up. Melanie stood up and, catching Jessica's knees, pushed her legs up and back. Next, she knelt on the couch, straddling Trish's cute little ass. She let Jessica's legs fall back down, now enclosing both Trish and Melanie between her thighs. Jessica wrapped her legs around both women and crossed her ankles behind Melanie, her heels digging into the small of Melanie's back.