Saturday Night Special (6 page)

“You’re right,” he said. “I won’t beg.” He could see he’d surprised her by speaking.

She narrowed her eyes. “I look right at you and tell you you’ve had your fun. I tell you it’s my turn and I command you to get on your knees.”

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“Command?” He could tell she wanted to be offended, but her nipples had hardened beneath her T-shirt and he could hear her breathing accelerate.

“You obey,” he said, “because you’ve always been a very
naughty
girl.”

She grinned. “So I have.”

“Should I tell you how the fantasy ends?” he asked.

She looked around and acknowledged their audience. “Sorry guys,” she announced. “I think my husband and I are going to have to wrap this one up alone.”

Aaron tried to ignore the pleasure he felt at hearing her call him
husband
.

“Damn. Fucking hot fantasy. Lucky son of a bitch,” the customer said, looking at Aaron.

Riley smiled appreciatively at the man’s compliment and grabbed a pair of handcuffs, daring Aaron to say something as she headed for the register. He dropped his purchases next to hers and struggled not to gloat. She was oozing arousal from every pore and suffering for it. Good. Woman had kept him in a state of constant horniness for hours. Payback was a bitch.

“Hey,” he said to the clerk as he rang up the items. “Were you working here last night too?”

The clerk nodded. “Yeah, today was supposed to be my day off, but the stupid bitch who works the day shift called in sick…again. Third time this month.”

“You didn’t happen to see a burly-looking guy and a blonde woman in a sequin dress, did you?” Aaron figured it was a long shot, but he was out of ideas.

“You mean Bella?” the clerk asked.

Riley perked up. “Yeah. She was out with a friend of ours and we’re trying to track them down.”

“Tourist? Camouflage jacket? Receding hairline?” The clerk bagged their purchases as he spoke.

“That’s our friend.” Aaron handed over his credit card.

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“They were in here looking at the pony girl stuff, but they didn’t buy anything.”

“Pony girl?” Riley asked.

“Yeah, it’s when the girl sticks a tail up her—”

“I know what it is,” Riley interrupted. “Just didn’t realize Trev was into that kind of thing.” She turned to Aaron. “I’m starting to think Jo might be better off if we don’t find him.”

“Oh, I don’t think he was all that interested,” the clerk replied. “That pony girl game is Bella’s thing. She’s bought stuff in here before. Your friend actually looked a little scared when she talked about it. Kinda funny.”

Aaron chuckled. Trev was getting a hell of an education with the hooker. “Why didn’t they buy anything?”

“Bubbles showed up.”

“Bubbles?” Riley and Aaron asked in unison.

“She’s a ho, works the street. She and Bella are kinda arch enemies. You know, like Superman and Lex Luthor.”

Aaron glanced down. The guy was reading a comic. So much for taking advantage of the perks of working in a sex shop.

“So what happened?” Riley asked.

“Nothing. I nipped it. Told ’em to take it outside. Those two are always fighting. It’s sort of a regular event around here, so most us know to move them out of the store pretty damn quick whenever they end up in the same place at the same time.

Otherwise, shit gets broken and I can tell you right now, it ain’t coming outta
my
paycheck.”

“You don’t happen to know where they went when they left, do you?” he asked.

“Nah. They left and nothing got busted up. That’s all I cared about. I know Bubbles was pissed as shit at Bella for something. She was cussing a blue streak, following them down the street.”

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“Do you know where we can find Bubbles?” Aaron asked.

“You’re going to look for Bubbles? Jesus H. Christ.” Riley closed her eyes and he suspected she was praying for patience. Clearly her prayers had not been answered.

“She was the last one to see Trev. We’re following a trail, Riley. This is standard police work. Welcome to my world.”

“You a cop?” the clerk asked.

“Not at the moment,” he answered quickly. “I’m on my honeymoon.”

“That’s cool.” The young guy grinned and pointed out the door. “Bubbles will be on that corner over there in about an hour. She’s partial to animal-print tops, but they ain’t partial to her. Oh, and she’s got pink hair this week.”

Aaron picked up their bag of goodies and led Riley back out onto the street.

“Sounds like we’ve got a little bit of time to kill. Sweaty sex or late lunch?”

She looked at him for a few moments, appearing so torn he had to stifle his laughter. “If we have sex, it’s like I’m admitting we’re married.”

“We
are
married, Riley. You just called me your husband in there.”

“Yeah well, I’m not totally ready to declare defeat yet.”

He put his arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. “Late lunch it is then.”

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After a very late lunch, Riley and Aaron headed back to the spot where the clerk at Sal’s said they would find Bubbles. They’d nearly reached the corner when Riley stopped mid-stride.

“
Holy shit,” she muttered, her gaze falling on Bubbles.

Aaron had gone two steps farther when he spotted the woman as well and halted.

“Jesus,” he said.

Riley stood rooted to the spot, blinking several times. The clerk hadn’t been lying about Bubbles’ love of animal prints, but she hadn’t really fully appreciated his joke about them not loving her until this moment.

Aaron walked back toward her. “Wow.” His grin proved he was enjoying Riley’s reaction.

Riley looked at him and shook her head in disbelief. “Tit Mecca.”

“Oh yeah,” he agreed. “Not sure I’ve ever seen…” His words faded away unfinished as he turned to look at the hooker again.

“That woman has managed to squeeze her 34DDD boobs into an extra-small shirt.

It’s like…”

“Like she’s defying gravity,” Aaron finished for her. “The animal print certainly accentuates her…”

“Her everything.”

Riley studied Bubbles, prying her eyes away from the woman’s chest to take in the rest of her. She was tall, close to six feet—not including her hair, which added at least another three or four inches to her towering frame. Her hair was long, teased to within an inch of its life and—as they’d been warned—pink. Hot pink. Her dark skin and eyes 49

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betrayed her Hispanic heritage and she was wearing a wildly patterned spandex shirt that barely contained her girls.

Riley could now understand the woman’s nickname. Her “bubbles” were very impressive, given the fact the woman possessed such a lanky frame. She wasn’t sure how Bubbles was remaining upright with all that weight in front. She had on super-tight pants that outlined her shapely ass and legs, and strangely, despite her crazy outfit and hair, Riley considered Bubbles one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen.

Aaron turned to face her again and from the corner of her eye, she saw his smile grow.

“You doing okay, Riley?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Think I just got my first serious girl crush.”

He laughed. “On Bubbles? Jesus, I’m gonna have to get you out of Vegas soon.

You’re starting to fit in here.”

“Didn’t know this place was Titty City. Don’t you think she looks sort of hot?”

“I’m trying to look at her face, Riley, I swear to God. It’s just—those boobs. It’s like a train wreck. I can’t make myself look away.”

She laughed. “Men. So typical. Come on. Let’s see if she knows where Bella is.”

They approached the woman as she appeared to be offering her services to a tiny bald man who was sweating profusely.

“Excuse me,” Riley said. Bubbles turned. The hooker’s gaze landed on Riley for a split second before it flew to Aaron.

“Well, now. Hello there,” Bubbles purred at Aaron. Riley grinned as her new husband blushed under the hooker’s intense scrutiny. Bubbles looked back at the bald man, dismissing him. “Sorry honey. Just got a better offer. Adios.”

As she spoke, she wiggled her fingers in a short wave. The bald man sighed heavily before walking away. Riley felt sorry for the poor man who looked as if his beloved puppy had just been run over by a truck.

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“I think you may have misunderstood,” Aaron said, trying to warn Bubbles she was sending away her paycheck. “We’re not here to, um…” He looked at Riley for help and she laughed at the utter panic on his face.

“My friend isn’t propositioning you for sex,” Riley explained.

Bubbles grinned and Riley sucked in a breath. The woman had perfect white teeth, and again she was struck by her beauty.

Shit. She
was
going loopy in this freaking city.

“Maybe he’d like a sample before he throws away what I’m offering.” Bubbles took a step closer—all that was required to leave her chest a hairsbreadth away from Aaron.

“Miss, um—” Aaron started.

“Bubbles,
bebé
. Everybody calls me Bubbles.” As she spoke, she thrust her bubbles closer, her erect nipples brushing against Aaron’s T-shirt. He took a giant step back but Bubbles was undaunted, following him. Riley fought back the laughter Aaron’s terrified face stirred in her.

“Bubbles.” Riley tried to draw the woman’s attention toward her in an attempt to save Aaron. “Hello, over here,” she said, waving her hands.

Bubbles turned and Riley sensed it was the first time the woman really saw her.

“You can play too,
chica
. There’s plenty of Bubbles to go around.”

“I can see that,” Riley said, “but we’re really not interested in sex.”

The hooker narrowed her eyes in disbelief. “Oh, you can’t lie to Bubbles,
chica
. You expect me to believe you’re walking around with this sexy number and you’re
not
thinking about gettin’ in that big boy’s pants? Sell that shit to somebody else.”

Riley glanced at Aaron and had to admit the woman had a point. She was so hot for him, she felt as if she could spontaneously combust on the spot.

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decades was crashing in on her at once and she needed to fuck him or die in the attempt.

She tore her attention away from Aaron, who was now grinning delightedly since Bubbles’ attention had turned toward her.

Revenge was such a sweet thing.

“Oh Bubbles, the dirty, nasty things I want to do with Aaron and
to
Aaron would make
you
blush. I just think it’s more correct to say we’re not interested in a threesome.”

Aaron groaned at her words and Riley laughed when he adjusted his jeans.

“Dammit, Riley,” he muttered.

Bubbles’ eyebrows rose and Riley suspected she’d earned the woman’s respect.

“Don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it, sweetheart.”

Riley considered her comment for a moment and then glanced at Aaron. A threesome might be fun.

“No,” he said quickly, obviously seeing where Riley’s thoughts had wandered.

Bubbles turned her attention back to him, but before she could speak, Aaron cut her off. “My wife and I are here on our honeymoon,” he told her. “Hell, I haven’t even had a chance to have sex with
her
yet, so you can both forget the threesome thing.”

The hooker turned to her. “You married this guy and you haven’t even had sex with each other yet? Risky.”

Riley had to agree. She hadn’t considered it until this moment. What if the sex sucked? “She’s got a point.”

He shook his head. “We’ll set the sheets on fire, Riley, and you know it. Could we try to keep the conversation on track? Trev,” he reminded her.

“We’re looking for a friend of ours,” she said to Bubbles. “The clerk at Sal’s said he saw you talking to him and his date last night.”

“I don’t know anybody named Trev,” Bubbles replied.

“Yeah, but I think you know his date. Her name is Bella.”

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Bubbles went off like a bottle rocket. “That cunt! That whore! How dare you say that bitch’s name to me!”

Riley threw her hands up in surrender when Bubbles took a menacing step toward her. “Hey, I’m just looking for Trev. I’ve never even met this Bella bimbo.”

“That’s not completely true,” Aaron muttered and Riley shot him a dirty look.

“In case you’ve forgotten, I was drunk last night. I don’t remember
anything
.” She stressed
anything
and a scowl crossed his face.

“Remember or not, the things that happened last night
still
happened and trying to avoid the truth—”

“Um, hello,” Bubbles interjected, “but I don’t know what the fuck you two are talking about.”

“Sorry.” Riley threw a nasty glance in Aaron’s direction. “Our friend Trev hooked up with—”

“The cunt.” Bubbles interrupted her with the nasty nickname and Riley grinned at the sound of it. She’d never used the word as a curse before, but she had to admit it had a certain ring to it.

“Forget it,” Aaron said, stepping up behind Riley.

“What?”

“Forget you ever heard that word. I know you. You’ll start flinging it around as easily as you do the food at the pub. Your pop hears that and he’ll wash your mouth out with soap and then blame me for letting you use it.”

“You have to admit it has a certain pizzazz.”

“It’s vulgar and crude and you’re an aunt. Erase it from your mind right now.”

“Spoilsport,” Riley muttered.

“Are you two on fucking drugs or something? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Bubbles asked.

Aaron stepped forward. “Trev ran off last night with—”

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Bubbles started to interject her nasty nickname for Bella, but Aaron cut her off.

“With Bella,” he said loudly. “Trev’s wife has shown up in Vegas now and she’d like her husband back. We told her we’d track him down for her.”