Blood Money (chapters twenty seven and twenty eight.) (standard:Suspense, 4221 words) [14/18] show all parts
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27 

The bouncers on the door of the Blue Heaven strip club in Miami,
reluctantly admitted the two detectives into the premises, free of 
charge. This was the seventh club that they had visited that evening 
without luck. 

Whilst De Vries ordered their drinks from the bar, Holly looked towards
the floor dancers, trying not to show her revulsion. Unknown to her 
colleagues and friends, Holly's younger sister, Nancy had been duped 
into working as a stripper, with promises of a modelling career and 
financial rewards. 

Holly had covertly visited her sister in San Francisco, and witnessed
for herself the degradation that her sibling routinely faced. Holly had 
followed Nancy and her appointed customer into a private booth. The 
middle-aged man wasted no time in groping between her legs, an action 
that provoked Holly into slapping the stunned man. An almighty quarrel 
followed, and the two sisters have not spoken to one another since that 
day, two years ago. 

The girls mirrored the other exotic dancers from the other clubs they
had visited; some too old, and others wearing excessive make up. Unlike 
most of the other clubs, these girls performed their dance fully naked. 


The Blue Heaven was bathed in pink decor, glittering, twirling globes
and colourful spotlights illuminating the stage. The serving staff was 
smartly attired in maroon uniforms, performing their duties effectively 
by keeping the thirsty customers supplied with expensive alcohol. 

De Vries joined Holly, two non-alcoholic drinks in his hands. “Well,
spotted any potential assassins?” 

Holly, who was wearing a smart green dress shrugged her shoulders. The
Dutchman led his associate to an empty table. They acted out their 
roles perfectly, as a horny couple looking for sexual adventure in this 
amorous playground. The blonde dancer smiled at the newcomers and 
wiggled her bosom as a welcoming. 

De Vries inconspicuously scrutinized the dark interior of the club with
a trained eye. The establishment was barely half full, with several of 
the dancers entertaining the punters at their tables. The more 
adventurous of the clients escorted their artiste to a private room for 
a more privileged performance. 

Holly sipped her orange juice and grimaced. “There's more soft drinks
than just orange juice, Jan. I'll be pissing pips until next Sunday.” 

“Very ladylike,” commented De Vries. “How about him?” 

“Who?” 

“The punter wearing the white safari jacket... Does he look Asian to
you?” 

Holly squinted. “And you have no idea what Malik looks like?” 

“No, I've already...” 

“Hi, need some company,” smiled the blonde dancer. 

“No,” spat Holly. “It'll be our pleasure,” countered De Vries. Holly
glared at her partner, who winked back. The topless girl gyrated sexily 
in front of them, her hands behind her head and her hips thrusting 
slowly. 

“What's your name?” asked De Vries, raising his voice above the loud
music of Tom Jones. 

“Mystique. And you?” 

“I'm Jan and this is Holly... Please join us.” 

The girl sat between the couple, and closer scrutiny revealed that she


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