"Could I interest you in another?"  This time it wans’t the bartender asking.  I look to my right, seated next to me is the illusive vixen I have been following.

"No thanks."

"I’ve seen you around.  You look out place.  Is there something you were looking for?"

I look her up and down, "Not really just trying to unwind."

She stares at me questioningly then before I can stop her she reaches inside my trench coat and runs her fingers along my rib cage searching for something and pulling back my wallet.  Her touch leaves my head spinning, "What the hell are you doing? Give me back my wallet."

"Your packing…." She is referring, of course, to the small snub nose revolver strapped to my side, "why don’t you stop lying to me?" 

"Now, why would I lie to you, sweetheart?"

"I don’t know."  While she is contemplating my question, I snatch my wallet away from her.  As I wrench it from her hands a few business cards fall onto the counter. Shit.

She lifts one, "Bette Porter  Private Detective."

"Well, Ms. Porter, I sure could use a good dick."

I smirk, "Well then I believe you’re in the wrong establishment, ma’am." I look around noting all the lesbian women in our presence.

"A private dick, that is."

"Ah, I’m sure you could.  Nice choice of words I might add."

"I really do need a PI.  But I guess you already know all about me.  I might even speculate that’s why your here."

I turn my glass up and empty it, "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

"Of course you do.  Anthony hired you to follow me because he’s planning on rubbing me out, ain’t that about right?"

I can feel the nervousness start to creep up on me.  My face is red with anger, I stand and grab her, dragging her into the hallway by the wash room and the back exit.  I pin her against the wall with the force of my body, "Oh Ms. Porter, I didn’t take you as the aggresive type." She gives me a dangerously sexy grin.  I tighten my grip on her wrists then growl at her through clenched teeth,

"Listen to me blondie, I don’t think you understand, you keep running your mouth like that and you’re gonna get us both killed.  I ain’t goin down for you. You got it?"

She actually looks a little scared, vulnerable.  She nods her understanding.  Our faces are inches apart and I can feel her breath brushing against my cheek.  She feels so good.  I can’t help myself, I crush my lips into hers.  I can taste her sweetness, it’s as good as I imagined it to be.  Plunging my tongue into her mouth, she moans into mine and presses her body back against me.  Her hands automatically venture undertneath my coat and begin carressing my breasts.  It is then I realize what is happening.  I pull back, "Wait, stop.  This is too dangerous.  We can’t do this."  She pulls me back into her and drops her hand down between my thighs, feeling the heat she has drawn out of me.  She whispers into my ear, "You’re so wet for me.  I can feel it throught your slacks. Don’t stop now." She trails kisses down my neck.  My reslove is weakening, I can’t stop wanting her, "Take me somewhere."