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Long, slender legs perfectly shaped and covered in fishnet stockings with red stilettos. A tight, short leather skirt and a bright scarlet halter neck which drooped precariously at the front showing an inordinate amount of cleavage. It was enough to drive a man wild and while the combination of clothes might seem cheap and tacky somehow the brunette still managed to carry an air of grace about her as she walked the streets; waiting. She smiled suggestively and seductively to a passerby in a black convertible. A dirty blond haired man whose hair hung limply to the sides, desperate for a cut and a good clean wash. �How can I help you sir?� The man�s smile was cocky, self-assured. The type of man who knew wealth intimately and the power it could bring him. �What�s your name darling?� he drawled. �Joey.� Her name came out in a purr but there was the slightest hint of tiredness tinged in with the sound. �Joey.� The man paused reflectively tasting her name as he winked crudely and smiled. �I like it. So Joey what say you and I go to some nice secluded place and get to know each other better?� �And what exactly do you have in mind?� His voice dropped into what was meant to be a husky, seductive tone. �I know a nice little alley around the corner and I�ll make it worth your while.� �Oh really?� �I know the going price on the street is $300 but for you�I�m willing to pay $350.� �Cash?� �Of course.� The man smiled as he pulled out his wallet and handed Joey a bundle of notes. �I was thinking a blowjob first and then I�ll see if you fuck as good as you look.� Wordlessly Joey pocketed the money, opened the door of the convertible, sat down and leaned in close to the man. �What name shall I scream?� �Call me Steven. And Joey baby, I like it hard and fast. Nothing�s too kinky for me.� He leered at her. His smile grew broader as Joey produced a pair of handcuffs.
�Morning Detective Witter.� �Morning Susan.� Pacey replied as he grabbed his necessary cup of coffee and sat down at his desk. Staring at the huge pile of paperwork, Pacey groaned and hoped his partner would arrive soon so Pacey could pass the paperwork on. �Goddamn you!! You�re going to hear from my lawyers!! All of you!! This is entrapment!! Entrapment!! Do you know who I am?? I�m Steven Austin!!� Pacey turned and glanced at the man who was screaming abuse as he was being hurled away by the uniforms. �Good night hey Jo?� Pacey grinned at his partner. Detective Joey Potter groaned in response as she collapsed on the seat next to Pacey. �I need sleep.� �Good night.� Pacey confirmed his own question. �And busy from what I hear. You missed your true calling Joey.� �Ha. Ha.� came Joey�s muffled reply as her head remained buried on top of her desk. �I mean poor Mr Steven Austin is screaming entrapment and with the clothes you�re wearing I don�t blame him. I mean how is poor schmuck like him or any other guy for that matter meant to resist such temptation.� �Pacey shut up.� �I mean the length of that skirt has got to be illegal in at least 50 states and those shoes�� �These shoes are killer shoes, my feet can testify to that. And if you don�t shut up, your feet can testify to that as well Pacey.� �Potter!! Witter!! Stop flirting and get your butts in my office now!� a booming voice interrupted Pacey and Joey. They exchanged worried looks as Pacey shrugged in puzzlement. �Don�t look at me Jo, I haven�t done anything to upset the Captain.� Joey raised an eyebrow. �Well nothing recently that is.� Pacey amended. Joey rolled her eyebrows as she and Pacey entered Captain Hutchinson�s office. �So what�s going on Cap?� Pacey asked the stern, tall police Captain of the Boston PD. �Sit!� Captain Hutchinson barked. Pacey and Joey quickly sat down. �So where�s the Emerson report?� Captain Hutchinson demanded. �I expected it on my desk three days ago!� �Pacey�s working on it.� �Joey�s working on it.� Pacey and Joey replied in unison. Captain Hutchinson glared at them both, unamused. �Frankly Witter, Potter, I do not care who is working on the report as long as I have it on my desk by the end of today. Is that clear?� �Yes sir.� They both replied. �Good. I�ve also called you both in here to ask if you will be attending the Police Charity Dance.� �Uh. I don�t know Cap. It�s not really our thing.� Pacey answered. �Did I phrase that as a question? My mistake. Detective Witter, Detective Potter you will both be attending the Police Charity Dance.� �That�s fine sir.� Joey accepted smoothly. �We will both be happy to attend and we look forward to seeing you there.� �Wonderful.� Captain Hutchinson smiled broadly. �Well that�s all. I do believe you both have some paperwork with your names on it.� Pacey and Joey exited Captain Hutchinson�s office with Pacey grumbling in Joey�s ear. �I can�t believe you said we�re both going to go to that ridiculous Police Charity Dance. We never go to dances!! Remember??� �Pacey, the Captain ordered us both to go.� �He can�t order us to go!� �Yes he can and he did. So we�re going.� �Fine you can go but you can leave me out of it.� �But you�re my partner Pace, where I go you go, remember? Besides I�ll make it up to you.� �You have nothing I want, Jo.� Subtly, Joey�s leg brushed Pacey�s leg as she leaned in close and seductively. �Are you sure about that Pace?� Pacey gulped and tried to ignore his natural male response. �You�re not playing fair Jo.� �So you�re going to go?� �Fine. Fine. I�ll go to that stupid Police dance.� �Good.� Joey smirked at the scowling Pacey. �Hey Witter, Potter!!� a fellow officer called. �Dispatch just called through. You got a dead one. � Grabbing their stuff Detective Witter and Potter headed to the scene of the crime. |
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