“That one’s been eyeing you all night.”
“I think she’s looking at you.” Agent Tucker Smyth took a sip from his Jack and Coke, and glanced around the loud, brightly colored nightclub. Even though he was supposed to be working, he couldn’t help but notice the women around him, all as bright and colorful as the club itself. Their significant lack of modest clothing helped as well.
His superior, Agent John Radner, rolled his eyes, and drank his water. He was not enjoying himself, however, and looked like he would be more at home amongst desks, pencils, and paperwork.
It wasn’t long before one song ended, and another began. A loud whoop echoed through the club, and both agents turned to find the source. There was a gorgeous young woman climbing up onto a table to dance. Agent Radner rolled his eyes, and took a sip from his glass muttering something about young people these days.
“I LOVE THIS SONG!” the young woman shouted, shaking her hips with the music. Tucker was having a great time watching them move, and he hoped Radner wasn’t watching his eyes twitch back and forth. Her dress was all gold sequins, and if she swung her hips in a certain direction, Tucker could see some kind of black lace floss in place of normal underwear. He could think of a hundred different ways to remove the underwear, his favorite being tearing them off with his teeth.
“That one seems like fun.” He said, turning his eyes away as she stumbled slightly off the bar, and one of them men with her caught her.
“We’re here for work, not pleasure.” Radner motioned to the other side of the bar, to a man seated alone by the bar, nursing a beer. He looked slightly shady, nervous.
“The suspect, Agent Smyth?”
Tucker had to tear his eyes away from the young woman, blocking out fantasies of what he would do once he had that mini dress off of her body. Radner snapped his fingers in Tucker’s face.
“Agent Smyth, concentrate!”
“Okay, fine.” He muttered sipping his drink and turning his eyes back to the suspect they were following. He didn’t notice Senga climbing down off the table, and laughing with her friends. Had he noticed, he would have caught a flash of her breasts, and the police badge snuggled tightly between them. Agent Radner, however, did notice their suspect getting up from his table and slinking towards the exit door.
The young woman’s head also snapped quickly towards the man leaving the club. She wasn’t as drunk as she was letting on, as she was up off the barstool and after the man faster than Tucker and Radner were moving. She pulled her badge out from between her breasts, and went after the suspect.
Radner and Tucker exchanged a brief, confused glance, and quickly followed suit.
“BOSTON POLICE, John Patrick you are wanted for questioning regarding the murder of Sunny Murphy!”
The suspect, John Patrick, turned and swung at the young woman, who in turn, grabbed his arm, twisted it around, and pushed him to the floor in one fluid movement, smooshing his face into the dirty, alcohol soaked floor. She wasn’t struggling with him either, Tucker noticed, watching her adjust her knees to press them into his back to keep him down.
“And now you’re under arrest for assaulting a police officer. And a pretty woman. Read him his rights.” She said, cuffing the man, and dragging him to his feet, as one of her companions read him his rights.
Tucker and Radner caught up with them, and immediately went up to the young officer, and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Excuse me, officer, but that’s our suspect.”
The young woman was finally having trouble with Patrick, now that he was on his feet, and she pushed his head down, giving Radner an annoyed look.
“And who the hell are you?”
“Agents Radner and Smyth, FBI.” He said, pulling out his badge to show her. Tucker did the same.
She looked at them, and raised an eyebrow, not impressed with shiny badges. “Detective Senga Kitt. And you’re going to have to wait. This man is under arrest, and he’s coming down to the station for questioning. You can have him when I’m done, agents.”
“I’m sorry Detective, but this investigation is being led by the FBI. Its out of your hands now. Agent Smyth, the suspect.”
Tucker moved forward to take Patrick off of Senga’s hands, but she frowned, and rolled her eyes, pushing past the pair, and giving Tucker the blackest look she could muster. She wasn’t going to give up that easy.
“I can see she’s going to be an issue.” Radner muttered.
Tucker nodded, and snuck one last look at her ass as she went out the door. “Yes, yes we are.”
No comments:
Post a Comment