“Where to?” the cabby asked.
“Um—I ah.” She looked at her mark and said, “A hotel?” She hoped he said no because she didn’t have money for a room.
“Your pace,” he said, his voice lower, his pronunciation off.
Izzy gulped. Hard. She couldn’t believe she was actually thinking of going through with this! Good lord, she had gotten in way over her head. Her plan was simply to work as a cocktail waitress, get to know the people in the club, and pump them for information, not stripping and performing lap dances or making a sex video with a cop! For a minute she couldn’t breathe.
“C’mon, Wild,” the cop mumbled. “I’m gonna…pass out before, we can…”
Izzy steeled her resolve. This wasn’t for her, she reminded herself. He was on the verge of passing out, which would make what she had to do easy and less dangerous.
Okay, decision made, and at her place she’d feel less like a criminal. Right? Maybe? Her roommate was gone for a few days. The little bungalow they shared was across the bridge in Oakland, not too far, but still, if the cop knew where she lived…
He fumbled with her purse and took her wallet out, then her license. Squinting, he gave the driver her address and handed her the wallet.
She prayed that by the time they got to her place, he’d be well on his way to passing out. Dear lord, please make it completely kick in soon. What if it did, but didn’t last long enough for her to do what she needed to do? Panic seized her.
As the cab sped across the Bay Bridge, she glanced over at the cop and was relieved to see him slumped back into the seat.
Fifteen minutes later she was helping him up the steps to the little bungalow she shared with Charlie, her college friend who spent more time at his boyfriend’s house in Santa Cruz than he did here. Izzy didn’t mind; Charlie’s parents paid his half of the rent and utilities on time and they had furnished the place nicely.
As they entered the house, she wasn’t sure where to go. The living room or her bedroom? It was going to be a sex video, right? She decided on the bedroom for effect.
He was big and the drug was making him more dependent on her to move him. Finally she maneuvered him down the short hallway to her room and pushed him back onto her full-size bed, thankful she had washed her sheets that morning. Since he thought so little of women in her profession, if he weren’t’ drugged, he would appreciate the little things. Like clean sheets. She stood staring down at his big frame. Damn he was a lot of man. He took up all of the space.
“Where are we?” he asked, his voice slurred.
“We’re at my house. Just relax and I’ll take care of everything.”
“Kay,” he mumbled.
She got to work quickly. Taking her cell phone from her purse, she propped it up against the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed.
Nervously she decided to just strip him down to his birthday suit and make it appear she was having her way with him. What purpose the video would serve wasn’t her concern. It wasn’t like he was married. Unless he lied. Most guys that frequented the club took off their wedding rings and lied about it. Like any of the girls cared about that. All they cared about was their relationship with those George Washingtons. So if he was single, and if a video surfaced of this hot cop having sex with a stripper, what harm would it do him?
Would his department fire him? She wrestled his wallet from his back pocket and when she opened it and saw the FBI shield, she choked. Special Agent Flynn A. Ryker.
Holy shit, a fed?
A nervous titter ran through her. What she was about to embark on could get her into a lot of trouble. If she were arrested, she would be barred from taking the BAR exam.
So be it. She would do something else, she told herself, because if Jasmyn was hurt, being held hostage, or, worse, kissing a law degree good-bye was a small price to pay.
Izzy had to put her trust in Andre that he would set up the meeting with Boris. No, actually she didn’t have to trust him, she decided. Because once she had the video, she held all the cards. She would insist on meeting Boris face-to-face. It would put her in control and be the only way Izzy would know the truth.
“Okay, Special Agent Flynn A. Ryker, I’m going to do things to you that I’ve never done to a man before. Even passed out, you’re going to love it.” What those things were, were yet to be determined, and whatever they were, she needed to video the entire encounter while keeping her face hidden.
Chapter Four
The first thing Izzy did was take off his shoes. “Damn you have big feet. I wonder if that means you have other big things?” She giggled despite the wrongness of what she was doing. She left his socks on and unbuttoned his fitted shirt. It was soft cotton and she liked the feel of it. As she pushed the fabric away from his chest she caught her breath. The hard planes of his muscles beneath her palms were one thing, but seeing what he had under the shirt was making her mouth water. Her female parts clenched. He worked out. Pressing her palms to his waist, she slowly slid them along his warm skin.
“Aren’t you a hotty?” she said. She pressed her lips to a flat nipple. It hardened beneath her touch. “Mmm, and a tasty one.” Sitting back, she traced her fingertips down his belly along his happy trail to the top of his black trousers. By the texture and cut of the fabric, she knew they were expensive. Everything about him screamed expensive. “I bet you’re hung like a stallion. No doubt it’s why you’re so damn cocky.” She snorted at the double entendre. “Too bad guys like you think you’re God’s gift to the world.”
Slowly she pulled the zipper down, then yanked his pants and underwear off in one fell swoop. “Holy hell,” she gulped. “That is the biggest penis I have ever seen.” It was thick and looked like it was ready to rock and roll. “Not that I’ve seen many.” She knew she was babbling, she did that when she was nervous, but talking to him made her feel less like she was preying on him and more like it was consensual. Technically it was. He was here because he wanted to have sex with her. He’d made that clear before the drug hit him. That bit of reason soothed her guilty conscience a little.
Guilty conscience aside, Izzy’s curiosity got the better of her. She knew what she beheld was what most girls dreamed of, and she wasn’t going to let a little modesty keep her from finding out how it felt. Carefully she wrapped her hand around his burgeoning shaft. His hips jerked against her as a low moan emanated from his chest. It pulsed like a living beast in her hand. Shocked by the heat and softness of his skin, she recoiled. He was totally aroused. What if he woke up and decided he wanted to take a roll? What then?
“I think a little restraint is in order.” She hurried from the bed to the bathroom, took the belt from her robe hanging on the door, and went back to the bed.
Pulling his heavy arms over his head, she wrapped the belt around his wrists and as she tied the belt to her headboard, she said, “For the record, because I’m not a 'hit it and quit it’ kind of girl, I want you to know I wasn’t faking the attraction part of what happened between us at the club. I’ve never been hit like that before. I had no idea I could want a man like I want you. Not because I’m being forced to do this. But for myself.” Once he was secured, she traced a fingertip along his full bottom lip. “I bet you’re a good kisser.” She swept her lips across his, liking the firm softness of them. Reluctantly, she pulled away.
“I’m really sorry about this. Okay actually, I’m not, I’m rather enjoying this. I can touch you and you can’t taunt me. If I wanted to I could climb on top of you and have my way with you right now and you’d never be the wiser. But I think that’s against the law. Not that I’m not breaking the law right now. Am I? I mean I did drug you, but you said before I did that you wanted to fuck me six ways to sundown. Or was that after you drank the water? I think after, damn it. You did show intent earlier, and that would hold up in court. Not sure about the tying you up part, though. Definitely would do some time for the video I’m about to make.”