On the Fifth Day BEFORE Xmas...Teaser 8

So worked quite a bit on Lapdancing 06 yesterday.  Rough draft hit 85 pages (Word format).  Have two major scenes and some filler to write, and then it's ready for a review.  I suddenly created yet ANOTHER twist that I never planned...it just started coming out as I typed, so that added even more "meat" to the story in terms of volume.  Not sure how long it's going to be...definitely not as long as Chapter 05 was, but it's getting up there.

Finished my virtual Xmas card for friends and family.  Now working on something special for all of you, the fans.  Obviously this one will be a bit more NSFW, LOL!  All said and told the "tame" version took a total of over 60 hours work; however, since the one for this site is based off that one, I'm hoping it will be done for a nice Xmas gift (I know, you want Chapter 06 to be a Xmas gift too, LOL).

Job interview went well, but unfortunately it was not for any specific position.  They said my resume was just too good to pass up and they wanted to talk to me as soon as possible.  There may be some positions opening up after the holidays, to they are contacting me after the New Year, so keeping my fingers crossed, but it's back to the trolling part  :-/  Not good new, not bad news, just is what it is...


So that's yesterday in a nutshell...so now that all the "fluff" is done, the part you are really here for, LOL...the next teaser for Lapdancing Girlfriend Chapter 06:

Mr. DeWight took another sip of his drink before turning to his computer, typing for a moment before he said, “You are correct I’ve also done my homework. Let’s see, you have been transferred—not merely reassigned but demoted each time—to three different cities in your fifteen year career. Portland is actually the first city you did not take a substantial pay cut, so I am going to assume you finally learned to see the signs of your demise and abandoned ship early. Although never formally charged for the other times, rumors say you had similar dealings with other dealers and businesses. Apparently you were smart enough not to get caught, but too dumb to not raise suspicion,” Mr. DeWight said.

Through her periphery she saw Agent Geiger shrug.

“What can I say,” the FBI agent replied. “Each city has taught me something new. As you said, I’ve never been formally accused of anything, and yes, I know what triggers suspicion and what does not; however, that is MY problem. I’m sure your ‘homework’ has also shown that in all of those cases none of my—shall we say ‘friends’ and associates—were ever implicated. I can offer you the same courtesy and discretion. It’s my reputation and job on the line, not yours, and as you have already deduced, , I can keep my tracks clean,” the agent said.

Diamond was surprised at how deep the FBI agent’s cover was to pass even Mr. DeWight’s obvious inspection. Then again, she had only met the man a few times, and each of those times he had manipulated her into sex. For all she knew, THIS was the real Agent Geiger, and his real impersonation was pulling the wool over the FBI’s eyes.

Not able to know what was real or not any longer, both she and the agent waited for Mr. DeWight’s reply.

It was soon forthcoming as Mr. DeWight stated, “Still, ten thousand dollars is a steep investment.”

Agent Geiger shrugged saying, “You own two clubs in this city—something which I might add is completely against your MO and has sent red flags to everybody looking at you as a person of interest—so the price is doubled, not only for the additional club, but the increased scrutiny you’ve caused. I can’t very well protect one club and not the other,” he told her boss. “As soon as somebody becomes suspicious of one, they will be watching both continuously. Twice the work,” he said with another shrug of his shoulders.

Mr. DeWight chuckled deep within his chest, finally saying, “Fair enough. And what about the other amenities you mentioned?” he asked.

Suddenly Diamond felt her body flush with heat as both men looked at her.

Once more the thought how much things had changed entered her mind. Even as early as yesterday if she had been on display—such as before each of the men working at the club—she would have been mortified, blushing in shame and embarrassment at their attention. Now, spread out as a trophy, she actually stuck her chest out even more, wanting the attention, being there solely to please the men before her.

“There’s only one thing I really want,” the FBI agent said as both men continued looking at her.

She realized he was talking about her, feeling a spasm of heat between her legs at being haggled over like a prized cow.