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Bump and Grind

Short story By: Michael68

A sexy tell of lust, murder and revenge...how you like it. Coming soon the next chapter of this sage...Prescription for Murder.

Submitted:Jan 11, 2009    Reads: 558    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

On the Northside of Chicago exists a club called the Bump and Grind. It was an exclusive club, which only the select few were able to attend. Jack wasn't one for the private nightclubs and rich people who went there, for it wasn't his style. The only reason he was going there was because of the disappearance of his client's husband. And that was the last place, which he had been seen at. So that would be where he was going to start. Normally, he wouldn't have a chance in hell of getting in there, but his client, Sandy Reams, had given his her husband's pass card. The only thing which she could tell him was the night before he disappeared, her husband had told her that something weird was going on in there and he was going to find out what it was. It was obvious to Jack that this guy did exactly that and now he was probably silenced. The card itself was nothing more than a plain white card with the club's name in it in gold letters and an upside-down symbol of a cross on it. In a way Jack figured he wouldn't be able to get in, considering they would know all the regular clients. But that was the chance he would have to take.

The place was located in an isolated area where no one would expect to find a club. The club was a dark gray building with nothing really special about it. The only thing, which made it noticeable, was a blue and yellow neon sign above the door. Members Only. Jack had no idea what to expect, but knew that he had to find out. As he made his way to the front door he could feel a strange sensation come over him. It was as if someone or something was watching him from the shadows of the night. Jack just ignored it, for he knew he had to keep his mind on the case. When he reached the door, he took a deep breath, then knocked on it. If there was going to be any trouble, he had his 38. Inside his jacket. The door slowly opened and a large man in a tuxedo stood in the doorway.

"This is a private club sir. Do you have a membership card?" he said in a low ominous voice.

Jack didn't say a word, just handed him the card that Sandy had given him. The man looked at it for a moment then handed it back to him.

"Shit, this isn't going to work." Jack thought.

Then the door opened wider.

"Welcome to the Bump and Grind." the man said.

Jack made his way inside, cautious of what the doorman would do. After the door closed, the doorman told Jack to follow him. He led down a narrow hallway, the walls were black with a couple paintings of beautiful woman on them. Jack figured this place was a strip club, even though he didn't hear any music playing. Probably one of the gentlemen clubs as they called it, meant for the men of high society. If that was the case, Jack would stick out like a sore thumb. But it wouldn't be the first time that happened. When they got to the end of the doorway, the doorman stopped and turned to him. His hand motioned out, making it obvious that he wanted Jack to go through the curtained doorway.

"Have a good evening." the doorman said, then started to walk away.

Just from the way he said that made Jack remember the old Alfred Hitchcock show, the way he would greet the audience. but that wasn't important. He was there to find out about Sandy's husband. Little did Jack know that he would find out a lot more than he bargained for. Jack pushed the black velvet curtain to the side and made his way through the doorway.

The club itself was a large room, which Jack had entered. To his right was the bar, where a couple older businessmen sat drinking with a beautiful woman sitting at the side of each of them. Across the room from where Jack stood, was a stage where two young naked women performed sexual acts on each other. Around the stage were scattered tables with burning candles on them, where a few men sat, also in the company of a beautiful woman, watching the performance. Jack had no idea what kind of place this was, for he had never seen anything like it before. And because of that, he could feel uneasiness settling in his soul. Jack sat down at a table, his eyes glancing around him as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out from his jacket pocket. After he lit one, a waitress, wearing what looked likes skimpy lingerie. So tempting to any man's eye, probably so she could get better tips.

"What can I get you?" she said, smiling so pleasantly, as she bent down revealing the smooth flesh of her firm breasts.

"Whiskey on the rocks." Jack replied, as he placed a fifty on the table.

"Sure thing lover." she said, winking at him.

As she walked away, Jack got that feeling again that he was being watched. This time though he knew that someone would eventually approach him. If that was to be true, Jack would be ready for whoever this person was. The waitress came back with his drink, then asked if there was anything else that he needed.

"Now that you mention it, yes there is. Do you know a man by the name of Harold Reams?" Jack said as he looked at her with a serious expression on her face.

She looked at him with a shocked expression on her face, as if he had just said something, which wasn't supposed to be mentioned in this place. Jack knew right away that she knew something that she didn't want to tell him. But Jack wasn't going to let her get off that easy.

"Harold Reams? I don't think I ever met that guy." she said in an uneasy voice, then hesitated for a moment. "Nope, never heard of him."

Jack reached out and grabbed her arm pulling her down to him. His eyes glared with a fiery anger as he looked at her. The one thing, which Jack hated the most, was if someone was lying to him and he knew it.

"Listen sister, I know that you know something about Harold Reams. So why don't you just come clean? He was a regular here and this was the last place, which he said he was going to before he disappeared. So start talking." Jack said in a forceful voice.

"Honest I don't know anything." she said. "You're hurting me."

"I don't think you are telling the truth. Now, tell me what I want to know and I'll let you go and you can keep the change from that fifty right there."

"I can't tell you. If they found out they would kill me. No one talks about what goes on in the other rooms. Please believe me, if I could tell you I would. But I just can't." she begged.

When she said that, Jack could tell that she was telling the truth. The fear on her face wasn't because of him grabbing her, but of something else. Something which she didn't want to tell him about. Jack let her go, then handed her the fifty.

"I'll bring you back your change." she said in a worried tone.

"No, I made you a promise and I always keep them." Jack said smiling.

Jack had sometimes paid for information when he went to his contacts, which was rare. Even though she didn't say anything, he found out that there was something going on here that none of the customers knew about. He sat there waiting to see what would happen next. His eyes stayed focused on the naked women as they continued their sexual acts while they moaned in such ecstasy. Their bodies moving into various positions for the audience to see. It amazed Jack that they would do such things just to please a group of men who they probably couldn't see. Even though it did arouse him, he knew that he couldn't let it get to him. For there was still the matter of Harold Reams which he had to find out about. He kept thinking about what the waitress said to him and how she acted towards him. It was obvious that she was truly scared and that this wasn't an act. That was the one thing, he was able to tell when a person what lying a mile away.

It was then that he heard the sound of a woman's voice coming from behind him as a hand gentle touched his shoulder.

" You enjoying that show?" the woman's voice said.

"I've seen a lot of different type of entertainment before, but nothing like this." Jack replied, as his eyes stayed focused in front of him.

He could feel the woman's hand moving along on him as she walked around him. He waited for her to come into his sight. Jack had a feeling that the waitress had alerted someone about their little conversation. That was why this woman was probably here. When she got around to his side, Jack turned around to see who this woman could be. Standing by his side was a young woman with long fiery red hair, wearing an elegant navy blue dress. She looked at him with a devilish grin on her lips as Jack waited for her to say something.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked in a seductive tone.

Jack knew exactly what she was implying, for it was obvious what these women were there for. Even though he wanted to push her away, he figured he would play along with it. That way he could find out about Harold and what really went on here. For a brief moment Jack didn't say anything in response. His eyes watched her as she sat down across the table from him. Her hand reached out and gently touched his.

"Come on sport, I'm sure you can think of something that you want from me."

"I'm not sure. What do you recommend?" Jack said, trying to act shy.

The woman laughed, for she probably had never had a man say that to her before. Even though she was laughing, there was still a cold look in her eyes. One, which Jack had seen so many times before and never, let it bother him. The woman sat back in her chair, giving him that same devilish smile.

"Why don't we take it slow, that way we can enjoy each others company even more." she said.

"Sounds good to me. What's your name?"

"Dasha. I own this club. If there is anything you desire let me know and you will have it." she said.

"Well, there is one thing I really could use. I'm looking for a friend who told me about this place. From my understanding he is a regular here, but I haven't seen him in a while." Jack said.

"What's your friend's name."

"Harold Reams."

For a second Dasha just sat there in silence, as id she didn't know what to say. Jack knew right away that she was hiding something. And he was going to make sure that he found out what it could be.

"I haven't seen Harold for a while, how is he?" she said innocently.

"You tell me - he disappeared a few days ago and no one knows where he is." Jack said.

"Why are you telling me this?" she asked.

"Because this was the last place he was before he disappeared. So I figured someone here would know something about it." he said.

"Well…I guess you are mistaken. I know everything that goes on with the customers that come in here. So I would know if something illegal was happening in my club." she replied in a forceful tone.

"I never said about anything illegal. Do you have a guilty conscious?" Jack said.

Now jack knew that there was something going on here. Harold had found out their secret, so they had made sure that he wouldn't tell anyone. For some reason when he looked at Dasha, she reminded him of Angel. The tough attitude she had, the way she played with men, seducing them with her feminine charms to get her way. And because of this reminder, he started to wish that Angel were with him right now. Not only so she would have his back, but also just so he could be with her.

"Who are you thinking about?" she asked.

"No one that concerns you." Jack said.

"You are thinking about someone. Someone that you have strong feelings for. But you never let it be known to her yet." she said as she leaned towards him.

Because of the cleavage of her dress, he could see the soft round flesh of her firm breasts. Making it close to difficult for him to concentrate on what he was there for. Jack knew that she was right, he had started to feel something for Angel. He guessed it was because she had helped him with so many cases and they were always together. Even though it was true, he wasn't going to let Dasha know that. Or let it stop him from solving this case.

"What's with you? You can read minds?" he said in a cocky tone.

"Sometimes. Why … does that scare you, Detective Parker." she said as that devilish smile appeared once again.

"How did you know who I am?"

"You are not the only one who has contacts in this city. So, why don't you stop playing this charade and get to what really matters." she said.

Her eyes glared at him so coldly, cold as death, as she clutched her hands on the table. Her breath started to slightly become heavy as the expression on her face was like stone. To anyone else this would have terrified them, but Jack just sat there calmly. He wasn't going to let her get the best of him, for he knew this was nothing more than a mind game. One which he was determined that she wouldn't win.

"If you are done, why don't you tell me what you have done with Harold." Jack said, then lit a cigarette.

"You don't scare easily, do you Mr. Parker?" she asked.

"No, I don't. I have dealt with so many things that people have done. It has gotten to the point where nothing can surprise me anymore." Jack replied.

"Really? Maybe I have something that will change your attitude. Why don't you follow me." she said as she stood up.

"Alright…let's go." Jack said as he stood up and followed her across the room.

Jack had no idea where she was taking him, but he knew that she was up to something. He didn't trust her, it was the look she gave him that did it. He didn't know what it could be and in a way he really hoped he would never find out.

She led him through an opened doorway and down a narrow hallway that had door on the left side. When they passed a couple of them, Jack could hear the sound of people moaning in sexual excitement. It was obvious that the women had the men in there for a good time. That was after they paid them. But where was Dasha leading him? That was the one thing, which he wasn't sure about. For all Jack knew he could be walking into a set up. He unzipped his jacket, then reached his hand inside it. His fingers touched the cold metal of his 38., giving him reassurance that it was there.

The next thing he knew, she led him into a large room where a queen size bed sat in the middle of it with black satin sheets covering it. In a way he knew what she was up to, but he wasn't interested in having sex with her. All that he wanted was to find out what she was hiding. Dasha made her way over to the bed, then turn around to face him.

"Do you like this room. It is a lot more private than out there in the club. No one will be able to hear anything we do or say in here." she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, you could murder someone in here and no one would ever know about it." Jack replied in a cocky tone.

"Now why would you say that. Do you actually think that I murdered Harold? What reason would I have?" she said as she stood up.

"Harold somehow found out what was really going on here. And was going to let it be known to everyone. Now, you being the owner of this place, couldn't take the risk of that happening. Because you would lose your clientele and the money which they dish out around here. So you had him killed so that he wouldn't tell anyone." Jack explained.

"Very good Mr. Parker. That is if what you say was the truth. You see, I have nothing to hide. I'm just a businesswoman trying to make a living just like anyone else. So you have nothing to prove that I am doing something wrong." she said as she started to move toward him.

"That's where you're wrong. You see, Harold had told me everything that he had found out about this place. I wrote it down and gave it to one of my colleagues with the strict instructions that if I don't make it back to my office by a certain time, to send a copy of it to the police and the other to the newspapers. I'm sure the publicity would really shoot up your clientele." Jack said.

Jack knew that what he said was nothing more than a lie, but he wanted to see what she would do. If there really was nothing wrong here, she would probably not even care. But if she was hiding something, then he would know it by her actions. All he could do was to wait and see what she would do next.

"You really think that I am a murderer?" she asked in a soft and gentle voice.

"Yes, I do." Jack replied harshly.

She stopped when she got a foot away from him, her eyes staring at him with such compassion, as her hands raised up and touched her shoulders. Her fingers pulled the straps of her dress down her arms, as she smiled at him.

"Does this look like the body of a murderer?" she asked as she let the dress fall loosely to the ground.

Now she stood in front of him naked. Her body seemed almost perfect to him, as he gazed at her lustfully. Even though he swore that he wasn't going to do anything with her, he couldn't help the way he was feeling. After all he was a normal man with basic needs. And she looked like the kind of woman that could satisfy them all. She had a voluptuous body, curves in all the right places; such firm well rounded breasts with large nipples and areolas. For a moment she just stood there, waiting for Jack to make a move toward her. When she seem that he wasn't going to approach her, Dasha made her way to him.

"Don't tell me you are afraid of little old me. I don't have any weapons on me as you can see." she said.

"The worst weapon any man can face is a woman. You make men do what you want just be showing some skin and a quick jump in a bed with them." Jack replied.

"Well… you know I have needs too. So what's wrong with a woman trying to get some pleasure from a man? That is what we all are looking for. And now I want to feel that pleasure from you, Mr. Parker." she said.

She stood so close to him that her body was pressed against his. Feeling her bare breasts crushed against his chest as her arms wrapped around him. When he looked into her eyes, for some reason he found himself almost hypnotized by them. If she were to keep this up, he wouldn't be able to resist her much longer. And in a way Jack thought that she knew that.

"What do you say? Will you give me what my body is yearning for?" she whispered.

He could feel her hand moving down his back, then slowly in front of him. When she touched his crotch, she could feel his now rigid member. She smiled, as her fingers slowly unzipped his pants. Her hand moved inside his pants and started to stroke his manhood. He knew that this was more than he could handle. Jack figured if this was what he needed to do to get the information from her, then so be it. Slowly he walked her over to the bed, she moved backwards, letting him guide her while she continued to fondle his cock. When they got to the edge of the bed, she turned them around so that his back was facing the bed now. It was obvious that she was being the aggressor now. Jack figured that he would let her have her fun. Either way he knew that they bother would get what they wanted. She gently pushed him so that he would fall backwards onto the bed. He lay there staring up at her, waiting to see what she would do. The devilish grin, which she had, grew even larger, knowing that she had him where she wanted him. She crawled on top of him, her hands quickly unfastening his pants, then pulling them and his underwear off.

"Should I take the rest of my clothes off?" he asked, even though he had no idea why he did.

"No, that will take to long. I want you now and I can't wait a second more." she said looking up at him.

Then her head lowered as she took him into her mouth. He could feel her lips running up and down his shaft, her tongue running over the head of his cock, as the sensation of it filled him. She started to maneuver herself so that her sex was over hovering over his face. His hand reached up and gently stroked the lips of her womanhood, listening to her start to moan in such pleasure. There was something odd about her sex, which made Jack feel strange, for the flesh of it was cold as if he was touching a corpse. And when he slowly moved his finger around the entrance of her vagina, he swore he could feel something around the edges of it. In fact he knew there was something there, for it was sharp and cut his finger slightly.

"What the hell?" he said.

It was then that she spread her legs open even wider revealing what looked like razor sharp teeth within the opening of her vagina. And then it suddenly came alive. Snapping and growling as she started to lower herself down onto him. Her vagina suddenly started to come out of its hiding spot, trying to reach him. Now he understood what had happened to Harold and what Dasha meant by fulfilling her need. She didn't want sex; she wanted to feel on him. But the only thing, which she had forgot, was that he still had his 38. His hand reached inside his jacket and pulled his gun out. Pointing to at this thing, he saw its fanged mouth grip the barrel of the gun.

"Wrong move, you fucker!" he said.

When he fired, Dasha leaped off of him; her body throw half way across the room. She landed on the floor, her body bouncing twice, and then she lay there motionless for a moment. Jack got off the bed, the got dresser. Then he just stood there, looking at her body. He knew that he didn't kill her, for he could still see her body moving as she breathed heavily. He gripped the handle of the gun tightly, waiting to see what she would do next. His eyes never left her, for he knew that she was not done with him yet. Slowly her body moved, she tried to get to her feet. The first time she ended up falling back onto the floor, but when she tried again she was successful. She stood with her back facing him, her legs parted as blood dripped from between them. Forming a pool upon the black tiled floor.

"You shouldn't have done that. Now you are going to suffer a worse death than that which I had planned for you." she said in a low ominous voice.

"I don't think so. Whatever you are, I'm not going to let you do to me, what you had done to Harold and probably so many other men." Jack said as his thumb cocked the hammer of the gun back.

"Oh, I think you will. For I have something that you need. Something that you hold very dear to you." she said, as her hand reached up for a rope, which hung near her side.

"What do you think you are doing? Keep your hands were I can see them. Or so help me I'll splatter your brains all over this room." he said as he moved toward her.

"I just want to show you your surprise." she said then pulled on the rope.

Suddenly the wall to the side of them slid open, and he was able to see Angel bound to a metal pole, and a man with black greasy hair standing a couple feet from her, holding a large dagger in his hand. Jack knew who the guy was and he could feel his anger building inside of him. The man's name was Vinnie, a psycho who he had been after before in the past and got away from him.

"Nice to see you again Jack." Vinnie said in a cocky voice.

"Let her go Vinnie! You know that you are not going to get out of here alive." Jack screamed in anger.

"Now, Mr. Parker, you have a choice. Either she dies, or you die. You know that my associate has no problem of killing her." Dasha said.

"Yeah, then after you kill me, you'll do the same to her. So what difference does it make? I'm not going to let you hurt her. Before we walk out of here, I'm going to see to it that you two go back to hell where you belong." Jack said.

He could hear Dasha laughing suddenly. The gun still pointed at her as she slowly started to turn around. While she did that, she continued to speak.

"You see I'm not like all the other women that you have run across Mr. Parker. In fact, I'm not a woman at all, or even human." she said as she finally faced him.

Jack felt the fear running through his soul as he looked at her. Her eyes were now gone, leaving nothing more than two empty black orifices, her skin shriveled and ripped apart. Her teeth became large fangs, which were stained pink, from the latest man she had killed.

"Jack save yourself. Forget about me, just get out of here." Angel said crying.

Jack looked over at Angel for a brief instant, knowing that he couldn't leave her with that psychopath. He had to think quickly of what he was going to do. If he tried to kill this thing, Vinnie would probably cut Angel's throat. But if he killed Vinnie, then this thing would kill him. It almost seemed hopeless. But he knew that he had to save Angel no matter what.

"To hell with you both." he said, then fired a bullet at the creature's head.

Then he turned to see Vinnie making his way to Angel, holding the knife out in front of him. Jack fired again, the bullet hitting the blade of the knife, knocking it out of his hand. Vinnie looked at him in fear then ran away. Just like the coward Jack knew he was. He raced over to Angel, Picked up the knife and then cut her free from the restraints.

"That was amazing. I didn't know you could shoot like that." Angel said.

"What's so amazing, I missed. I wanted to shoot him in the head. But I didn't have time to aim." Jack replied in a joking voice.

Angel laughed as he freed her, then she held him close. He could feel that her body was shivering and it had to be expected. Just to hold her in his arms made him feel relieved that she was now safe. Her could feel her head lift up, then her body began to shiver even more.

"Jack, we got trouble." she said in a terrified voice.

Jack turned around to see the creature trying to get to its feet. He knew that he couldn't just walk away from this thing, for it would hunt them down. Still holding the knife in his right hand, he made his way toward it.

"Jack what are you doing? Let's get out of here." Angel said.

"Not yet, I have to finish this."

Jack knew that the thing was injured and weak, which gave him the advantage, or at least he thought he did. But either way he wasn't going to let it live. When he reached the beast, he raised the knife up with both hands, then drove the blade into its skull. It let out a brief but horrid scream. Then collapsed back onto the floor. As he backed away from it, he watched as it quickly dissolved into nothing more than ashes. He could feel Angel touching his shoulder, as they stood there for a moment looking at what remained of that damn beast.

"Let's get out of here, what do you say?" Angel said in a soft voice.

"That is the best idea I've heard today." Jack replied as he turned to her.

Later they walked down an alley a few blocks away from Jack's office. He felt something strange, as if they were being followed. Yet he just ignored it. After what they had went through, it would make anyone start to be suspicious of everything.

"Jack, you seem to make it your job to save me. I mean this is the second time you have done this." Angel said.

"Don't think anything about it. I promised that I would always be there for you. And I am not going to break that for anything in the world." Jack said.

Angel smiled and then kissed him on the cheek. When they reached the street, they heard a shot ring out from the dark shadows of the alley. Jack instantly fell to the ground feeling the hit him. Even though he could feel that it was only a minor wound, it seemed to be draining his strength. He could hear Angel's voice talking to him in such a hysterical tone. His eyes looking up at her as she got on her cell phone calling for an ambulance.

"So this is how it's going to end for me. Not in a hospital or in my own office, but some slimy alleyway. It almost seems fitting, considering that life I was forced to leave.

"Jack hold on. You hear me hold on. I'm not going to let you die on me. Damn it, you promised that you wouldn't leave me! And I'm gong to make sure that you keep that promise!" Angel screamed.

Jack heard every word, even though he found himself unable to say anything. He could hear the siren of the ambulance as it grew louder within seconds. Along with Angel weeping and the murmurs of a crowd which started to form. He could feel her hand holding his, squeezing it tightly, know that she meant what she said. And Jack had to try and fight this, so he could keep his promise to her. Right when he heard the paramedics racing toward him, a darkness came over him. And then there was silence. Nothing more than silence.


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