Susie Sleuth Ch. 01

"But you don't know her?"

"No, Ma'am," she said, "it was kind of just a one night stand."

"Ok, thanks, Tara, just one more thing, when was this photo taken?"

"It was about two weeks ago."

"Ok, thanks, I'll let you know what I find out."

I put the photo and letter in my pocket, grabbed my fedora and trenchcoat and headed out the door. It was going to be a long day and I didn't have much to work with.

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When I got to the Planet Hollywood it wasn't very busy, which was good considering it was 11:00 in the morning. I wandered around a few bars, asking if anyone had seen Tara Michaels in the last few weeks. A few bartenders and blackjack dealers said that they've seen her a couple times since they started working there, and a few even said they saw her recently, but no one remembered seeing who she was with or anything that was helpful.

She looked around and asked around well into the afternoon. At around 4:00PM a young, cute girl with short, curly, black hair in a tight t-shirt and jeans handed her a flyer out of a large stack.

"Ladies' night tonight at Club Sharona," she said. "You look like you've been working way too hard, no cover charge for ladies tonight!" The girl turned with a perky grin and walked off towards her next victim. I shook my head a little bit, amused by the sweet perky girl as I looked down at the flyer. Live Music! Dancing! Girls! was the big advertisement. I started to crumple the flyer when I noticed something. I pulled the blackmail letter out of my pocket and looked at the flyer. The "d" in "dancing" on the flyer was exactly the same as the "d" in "finds" on the letter. I looked up to find the girl but she was already out of sight. Apparently I was heading to Club Sharona for ladies' night.

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I got to the club after 10PM when things really started to heat up around this town. I wanted to make sure that there would be plenty of people to investigate. I didn't know what I was getting into exactly but I didn't want to look like a cop, so I had changed into a red cocktail dress that had been collecting dust for a couple of years. Luckily it still fit, and I looked damn good in it if I do say so myself. I even styled my hair and put on some makeup.

At the club there was a line to get in, but the only people in line were men. All of the women were whisked right in the front door. It wasn't nearly as loud as I thought it would be. The live music was playing some rock in the background in the dimly lit club. The place was packed with people, mostly women, but plenty of men as well. It was a nice club, not as sleazy as some of the other joints around here, but there were plenty of girls wearing next to nothing walking around. Not that I was complaining. It was nice to have a little eye candy to go along with a job.

In the center of the club was a single stage with a pole up at the front. The stage was currently occupied by a petite brunette in high heels and fishnet stockings. She wore a black bra and panties that left little to the imagination as she shook her ass to the music. It was pleasant enough to watch, but there was so little attention on her from the audience that I knew this wasn't the main event. A few men and women tossed dollar bills on to the stage while she danced.

"What can I get you, miss?" I turned to see a dark-skinned waitress with big tits dressed in skin-tight jean shorts and a ripped sleeveless white t-shirt, carrying a tray. The club had a definite 80's rock theme to it.

"Uh, I'm just looking for a martini and a place to sit," I said.

"Right this way," she smiled sweetly and motioned for me to follow her. She quickly picked up a martini as she led me to a half empty table near the main stage. Sitting there was an older gentleman with what had to have been his much younger "date" for the evening. They acknowledged me as I sat, but they were focusing on each other as the woman made him toss a few more dollar bills on to the stage.

"Can I get you anything else, Miss?" the waitress asked as she set the drink down in front of me.

"No, just the drink for now." The woman with the older gentleman motioned to the waitress and whispered something in her ear. They both looked at me and smiled as the older gentleman handed a folded bill to the waitress. She walked back around the table and set down her tray.

"The gentleman has bought you a lapdance," she said as she pulled my knees apart and stepped in between my legs, slowly gyrating her hips and running her hands up and down her body. She bent her head down near my lap and snapped her straight black hair over her head, looking me straight in the eye and licking her lips gently. She put her hands on my thighs, her ebony skin a stark contrast to mine. She turned around and pressed her ass into my lap, slowly moving her hips back and forth. She looked at me over her shoulder and guided my hands onto her hips, encouraging me to have a little fun, too. I knew I was there to work, but I couldn't resist running my hands over this girl's tight body. She leaned back against my breasts, running her hands back behind me, cupping my ass, giving my hands nowhere to go but to come around the front of her. I rubbed her stomach slowly, brushing the underside of one of her massive breasts as I did so. She leaned her head back and whispered in my ear.

"You can touch me if you want," she said as she grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits, helping me to massage her. We sat there like that for a few moments, me playing with her boobs while the couple, and I'm sure several other people, watched. In a very flexible move she lifted one leg up over my head and spun around in my lap, facing me. She nuzzled my neck gently, giving sly looks to the couple across the table. She sat up and slowly lifted the front of her shirt revealing her wonderful breasts. She cupped them in her hands and moaned with what could have been fake delight, but it didn't matter.

"Ever been with a black girl before?" She asked, loud enough for the couple to hear. "Can't you imagine what it would be like to have your sweating body up against mine? Mmm, I bet I could make you feel so good." I gave her breasts a gentle squeeze as she smiled and stood up, covering herself. "I'm Tiffani, if you need anything else." A few people nearby clapped and she walked off, resuming her work. The woman across the table was trying to be subtle, but I could clearly see she was rubbing the old guy's dick through his pants. Damn hookers.

Now that I was all hot and bothered, I slowly sipped my drink. Couldn't get drunk, not tonight, I was still working. The club was hopping with people dancing, drinking and having a good time. It was time for me to actually do some work. I walked around and talked to a few of the waitresses and the bartenders, asking if they had ever seen Tara Michaels in here. No one ever had. It was so busy though even someone like her would probably get lost in the crowd.

After about an hour of talking and coming up with nothing, I returned to my table which Tiffani had kindly kept reserved for me. Luckily the other couple had finally left, so I had the table to myself. I sat there staring off into space until the announcer came through on the loudspeaker.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the voice said, "coming to you from the Far East, let's welcome to the stage our main attraction here at Club Sharona, the delectable, the erotic, the sensual mistress of the Orient... Jade!"

The spotlight shone on the back curtain as it opened, revealing a deliciously sexy Asian woman dressed head to toe in a green body suit with Chinese designs printed on it and a zipper that reached from her neck to her crotch. She even wore a flowing green wig and matching glittery lipstick. She swayed her hips back and forth as she walked confidently towards the pole, swinging around it as she got to the edge of the stage. I couldn't help but watch her every move. Maybe coming to this club wasn't the best idea I'd ever had, as I couldn't get any work done. She danced for a few minutes, bending over to show off her slender legs and hot ass, shaking everything she had, suspending herself from the pole. It was extremely erotic. She stood in the front of the stage and grabbed the long zipper at her neck. She tried to pull it down, but it didn't budge. The announcer came over the loudspeaker again.

"Uh oh, folks, it looks like Jade is having a little trouble getting out of her outfit, what is she gonna do?" Jade looked around the club with a concerned look on her face. "Can no one help her?" suddenly from the ceiling dropped three ropes. "Looks like someone's here to help, but who could it be?" Jade pretended to look afraid as three women wearing hoods and black leather outfits slid down the ropes. The women surrounded Jade from behind, moving their hands all over her body, but not blocking our view. "It must be the naughty ninjas here to save Jade from her own clothing."

Two of the women knelt beside Jade, running their fingers up and down her thighs and her sides, while the third woman stood behind her, cupping her breasts. Jade touched each of them as they were touching her and reached her hand behind her assailant and grabbed her ass. As she did this, the three women all reached up to take part in pulling down her zipper. Of course it moved easily downward, revealing her fantastic cleavage as her large breasts pressed against the now open green outfit. Cheers went up around the club as the three women unzipped her all the way to her glittering green panties. They resumed rubbing her through her body-suit, touching her gently and sensually. In one quick move the three women pulled off Jade's breakaway outfit and scurried away in the darkness, leaving Jade on stage wearing nothing but her green thong and matching high heels.

I enjoyed watching as she continued to dance and then I remembered something that I had seen earlier. I shouldn't get distracted like this, I thought. I had almost missed a critical piece of information: the green splotch on the blackmail letter. I was sitting pretty close to the stage, but not close enough to see what I needed to see. Normally I'd be stuck in a situation like this, but with the hefty fee I had collected from Tara Michaels, this wouldn't be a problem. I stood up and walked towards the stage, where several patrons were throwing money at Jade, which she politely ignored, not wanting to break the illusion of her performance until it was over. I stepped between two frat boys as I pulled a $100 bill out of my pocketbook. Rather than tossing it on stage, I wanted to make sure that Jade saw it. It took her a moment, and at first she looked a little annoyed that I was interrupting her, but when she saw Ben Franklin's face she smiled widely and reached for the money, as her hand touched mine to take the tip, my eyes were fixed on hers. I glanced down just enough to see what I was looking for. Sure enough, she had on green nail polish that matched the green splotch on the blackmail letter.

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After Jade's dance I sat at my table thinking. It wasn't a sure thing, but Jade certainly seemed to be connected to what was going on. As I sat there with an empty martini glass, Tiffani, the waitress approached me again.

"Hey there, honey," she said with a wide smile, "Jade wants to see you in the VIP room." The hot black waitress took me by the hand and led me to the back of the club past a pair of large bouncers and up a set of poorly lit stairs. The upstairs was much quieter than the main floor of the club as they walked through a door at the top of the stairs and closed it behind them. There were several separate small rooms in the VIP area, many were unoccupied, but most had a curtain drawn in front of them and I could hear muffled sounds and movement coming from behind them. Tiffani walked towards a closed curtain and parted slightly as she turned back and smiled at me, motioning for me to go inside. Her eyes stayed locked on me as I stepped through the curtain and she slowly closed it behind me.

Sitting on the large semi-circle couch in front of me was Jade, with her green wig still on. She had slipped into a white robe with green trim, keeping up her color scheme. The Asian woman looked at me seductively, and I knew she was trying to get a much larger tip out of me. Hopefully I would be able to get the information from her that I needed.

"Well, hello there, beautiful," she said with a smile. She patted her hand on the couch next to her, inviting me to sit down. I did so cautiously, I had to assume that she was the one black-mailing Tara Michaels. As I sat down, she placed her hand on my thigh at the bottom of my short dress. She was a beautiful Asian woman with thin eyes and high cheekbones. She was slender but very curvy, which I could see even through her silk robe.

"I just wanted to thank you for your generosity," she said with a serious, sensual look on her face. Her hand slid up my thigh and underneath the soft fabric of my dress. She massaged my thigh where it met my hip, and her thumb brushed the edge of the underwear I was wearing. She hesitated, looking at me seductively as she leaned in with her full, green-painted lips and kissed me. Our lips pressed together softly for several seconds as her hand continued to rub beneath my dress. I slowly put my arms around her and pulled her towards me. Our tender kiss quickly turned into passionate making out once she slowly snuck her tongue into my mouth. My breasts felt excited as they pressed against hers.

We continued kissing as her hands hiked my dress up over my hips.

"You have such a hot fucking body," she breathed softly as she nibbled on my earlobe. This only excited me more as I let her hands grope my ass while she kissed my neck. Jade kissed me again and slowly pushed me on my back as we made out. She laid down on top of me and I couldn't remember the last time I had this hot of a make out session. Our hands explored each other's bodies for what seemed like hours as our tongues and mouths held their passionate embrace. After several minutes Jade sat up slowly, straddling me and holding me down on the couch. She untied her silk robe and let it fall around her shoulders, still holding it on with her sleeves. It was the second time I had seen these amazing breasts and I couldn't help but reach up and caress them. She moaned as I played with her nipples and the soft flesh of her breasts.

"Do you like my titties, blondie?" she asked.

"Most definitely," I replied with a smile.

"Do I make you horny?" She asked, and I replied with a slow, eager nod. I forced her robe from her arms and it slid to the floor. Jade was completely naked underneath, and I could see her glistening pussy lips as she stood and stepped back from me, allowing me to see her entire beautiful body. She knelt down in front of me, smiling widely. She leaned forward, pushing her head in between my legs. I felt her gentle kiss through my panties. I breathed heavily, coaxing her to go on as her mouth gently brushed over my wet sex. She licked the crotch of my panties gently, letting her tongue linger over my slit.

Slowly she pulled aside my panties, seeing my pussy for the first time. She buried her mouth into me, inhaling deeply, loving my scent. I felt her tongue go wild around, on, up and down, and inside my pussy. I watched her as she vigorously ate me, appearing to love every second of it. She reached her hand up and stuck two fingers quickly inside me, making me lurch forward. As she fingered me, her mouth found my clit, sucking hard on the stiff nub. Her fingers pumped in and out of me as I came on her chin. She smiled and pushed me back on the couch again, kissing me.

This intoxicating, naked woman lifted my left leg straight up in the air and put her leg underneath it, so that her pussy hovered directly over mine. She slowly began to rub her wet lips on mine.

"Is this what you want?" She asked. The feeling was incredible. She started grinding more vigorously and more firmly as our mutual arousal increased. The scene must have been orgasmic just to watch as we enjoyed the heightening intensity of our interracial tribbing. She braced herself on my leg and began to gyrate her hips more quickly as the slick juices lubricated our love-making.

"Make my pussy cum," she demanded in a raspy voice, "tell me you love my pussy..."

"I fucking love your hot, wet pussy, and I want to make you cum so hard."

She smiled as I said it and we began to grind more energetically than before. We both gasped and moaned as we kept fucking each other's pussies. Her soft, succulent lips melted into mine and a shudder went down my spine every time my clit rubbed against hers. I looked her in the eye as she started to cum, her thin, dark eyes covered in green shadow, her luscious lips revealing the pleasure she was feeling. I ground my clit into her pussy, pushing myself over the edge as we both finally came together. We held on to the soft, succulent skin of each other's sweating bodies. We kissed again for several minutes until Jade sat back on the couch.

"Thank you again," Jade said.

"You're welcome," I said, as I tossed another $200 on the table as her "tip." I wanted to try and get the information I needed, and another hefty tip was the best way. She smiled, but didn't want to be rude so she didn't reach for the money yet. Instead she picked her silky robe up off the floor and put it back around her shoulders, leaving her breasts exposed.

"So what's your name, sweetie?" She asked, leaning her head on her hand and crossing her long, smooth legs.

"I'm Susie," I said. "Y'know, I've never been backstage at a club like this before. I'd LOVE it if you could show me around." She smiled at me and grabbed the money off the table.

"I don't think that's going to be a problem."

She stood and tied up her robe, taking me by the hand. We walked through an employees' only exit and down a flight of stairs. Jade led me into a large dressing room full of lockers, vanities, a full shower room and even a small kitchen. More importantly, there were babes everywhere. Some were naked, some were clothed, most were somewhere in between. There was a monitor that showed what was going on on stage. At the moment two girls were making out on in front of the pole, a little duo act that I was sorry I was missing.

"This is my station," Jade said. I smiled, feigning interest in what she was telling me. Sure enough, her area was littered with green makeup and glitter. Anything that got anywhere near this table was going to get something green on it. I didn't think that Jade was the guilty party, and after a hot ride like that, I really didn't want her to be. She didn't seem to be phased when I asked about Tara Michaels, so unless she was a great actress, it wasn't her. But her nail polish matched the green stain on the letter, so I was certain it had to come from here.

"Hey, I remember you!" I almost didn't realize someone was talking to me. I looked up. "Remember me?" I stared at the girl for a moment, short, curly black hair and a cute, tight little body with perky tits. She was even still dressed in the same t-shirt as before. It was the girl passing out flyers at the Planet Hollywood. I realized she was still staring at me, waiting for a response.

"Oh, hi," I fake smiled.

"So glad you decided to come!" She looked at Jade slyly and Jade smiled wide, "looks like you've been getting the whole treatment here. How about a picture of you too?" Jade jumped at the chance and grabbed both hands around my ass, pulling me towards her and pressing her tits against mine. The girl snapped a picture with a pretty nice camera and smiled. "Ooh, that's hot! Very nice, if you don't mind we'd like to put your picture on our website to advertise ladies' night." I nodded my consent. "Anyway, see you later!"