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Jack found himself outside of the ‘Jia Ren Gentleman’s Club’. The neon lights of the club reflected off the soaked pavement. The rain had let up for the moment, though the dark clouds over head threatened to pour down buckets at any moment. Jack took a deep breath and entered the club.
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The club was dimly lit. Wailing hair metal played over the speakers. There was a bar to the right of the entrance. Opposite to the bar was a stage with a runway. At the end of the runway there was a round stage with a pair of stainless steel poles that extended into the celling. Two women danced on stage, they were clearly twins. Their hair was orange, and styled into a short bob; pointed ears protruded from underneath the hair. Tails extended from their back side; as they smiled pointed canines were visible. Their pupils were slits like a cats, and they reflected light in a similar fashion. They wore matching fishnet dresses with thigh-high fishnet stockings along with six inch stiletto heels. Exotics, thought Jack, Why the hell do people find them attractive? Other scantily clad women danced on smaller circular stages were scattered about. Men, and women were gathered around the stages, they tossed bills onstage for the dancers. Jack rolled his eyes and walked to the bar. There was a woman with neon blue hair leaning against the bar. She wore a pink corset highlighted with black; along with a matching thong. Her long shapely legs were clad in pink fishnet stockings. Her feet were perched atop a pair of black four inch heels. Her eyes were lined with black make up, which accentuated her purple eyes. Her lips where coated with pink glossy lipstick. She held a blue drink in a martini glass in her long fingers. She eyed him as he approached. Jack leaned against the bar. The bartender was a muscular man, he wore a black collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up displaying his tattooed covered arms. He had a square head, a shaved head and beady black eyes.
“I’m looking for Cordell.” said Jack. The bartender looked at him. His eyes darted to the woman.
“’N so? An’ who is ashkin’?” questioned the bartender. Jack noticed that the bartenders hand reach for something under the bar.
“A friend.” said Jack.
“Cordell ‘as lot’s ah friends.” said the bartender. He had obviously lived in the Midwest his whole life. Jack rolled his eyes.
“Jack O’Callahan” relayed Jack, “Can you just tell Cordell, that I need some information.” The bartender relaxed. He jerked his head to the woman leaning against the bar.
“Angel. Why don’tcha keep Mr. O’Callahan busy fer a bit; ’til Cordell shows up.” suggested the bartender. Jack was taken aback.
“Uh, what? No, I couldn’t afford that.” stammered Jack. The woman set her drink on the bar before sliding her hand over his shoulder.
“Don’t worry. It’s on the house.” she cooed. She took his hand and led him towards a private room. Jack followed compliantly.
The room was circular, with leather seats along the walls. It was dimly lit, like the rest of the club. A pink neon light circled the room near the ceiling casting a pinkish glow on the room. Angel pulled him inside, just the door and locked it. Jack looked around curiously. She moved close, wrapping her leg around his hips, pulling him close. She ran her fingers through his hair. They curled and gripped his hair and pulled his head back, his chin pointing towards the ceiling. Her lips pecked at his neck. Shivers ran down his spine. She released him and he stumbled backwards. She pushed him down on the couch. He landed with a thud. She was on top of him in a flash. Her hips gyrated against his lap. She began to unlace the corset. She pulled it off and tossed it to the floor. Her breasts were on full display. She cupped them; they fit perfectly in her hands. She pulled them up and squeezed them together before letting go. They jiggled slightly. Jack’s eyes were wide open. His hands laid next to him, unsure of what they should be doing.
“Is this really necessary?” questioned Jack. Her hands slid over his body. One slid between his legs. He cried out as she applied pressure, “What they hell?!”
“It’s been too long Jack.” said the woman, “You didn’t even recognize me! That hurt!” She squeezed harder. Jack’s stomach knotted.
“Cordell?” he gasped.
“Duh!” she exclaimed, “You think you can just walk in her after two fucking years and expect things to be the same? Like nothing fucking happened?”
“I’m sorry!” he cried, “I was busy!”
“To busy to come and see me?Loshad' der'mo!”she cried. She squeezed harder. Her eyes were a pair of purple flames and her lips were pursed. Jack’s stomach was doing somersaults, tears welled in his eyes. He was at a loss for words. What does she want me to say? he thought. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. She released him. He gasped in relief.
“Got nothing to say?” she growled.
“It wasn’t my fault!” he blurted.
“Oh really? Who’s fault was it? Is there someone else?” she hissed.
“What!? NO!” cried Jack. “I promise, it had to do with work!” Cordell’s demeanor softened. Jack let out a sigh of relief.
“You still aren’t off the hook gospodin!” She jabbed her finger into his chest, “You still didn’t recognize me! Chto yebat’ is wrong with you!”
“Wha?!” whimpered Jack, “You have shorter hair! And it was brown when I last saw you!” Cordell thought about what he had to say.
“I guess you are right.” she murmured. “It still hurt. What you did.” She hung her head.
“Cordie.” coed Jack. He pulled her head up to look into her amethyst eyes. “I really am sorry.” His grey eyes pleaded for her to believe him.
“Alright. Veryu tebe. ” she murmured, She got off of his lap and plopped down on the couch next to him.
“I wish I could take it all back. I really do.” he explained. She didn’t say anything. They sat there in an awkward silence. Jack turned to her. With out warning she flung her arms around his neck and her lips pressed against his. His eyes shot open in surprise, but they closed as he wrapped his arms around her curvaceous body. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.
“I missed you lyubovnik” she whispered.
“Me too.” replied Jack, “But I do need something.”
“As long as you don’t go running off again.” she pleaded.
“Okay.” said Jack.
“Promise me?” she asked.
“I promise” said Jack. She smiled.
“So what do you need.” she asked resting her blue head on his shoulder.
“I need you to find a joy girl named ‘Jewel’.” he said. Cordell looked up at him.
“Do you have any idea how many joy girls have the name ‘Jewel’?” she asked.
“Alot I bet. But I have something that might narrow it down a bit.”
“What’s that?” she questioned.
“They had an appointment with an Anthony Grove on August twenty-ninth. Do you think you could manage that?”
“I’ll have your information by Friday.” said Cordell.
“Oh one last thing.” said Jack.
“What’s that?” asked Cordell.
“Can you get me the security footage for Grove Towers, fiftieth floor for the same day?”
“That’s very specific request.” she stated.
“It’s for a case.” he explained.
“I figured.” she swung her legs over his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Just don’t forget about me again, okay?”
“I already promised.” said Jack. Cordell reached up and gave him a kiss.
“That’s going to cost you extra though” she whispered in his ear.
“Really? And how much will it cost me?” asked Jack. Cordell looked down at her bare breasts.
“Well, my top is already off and you have two years to make up for.” she stated. Jack grinned.
“If you insist.” said Jack.
“Ya delayu!” exclaimed Cordell smiling. She straddled him once again and kissed him passionately. Jack held her close. It was like the past two years never happened.
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