Extension to Scene: 2.01
There was a movement beyond the curtain, the sound of people approaching the curtains that enclosed the private tryst sanctum. Feminine laughter warned Phryne, that her meeting with Jack about their murder investigation, was about to be interrupted.
"Some-one's coming" gasped Phryne and she unceremoniously hitched up her skirt and clambered onto Jack's lap, her arms around his shoulders, holding him close.
"Is taken", Phryne called out in her somewhat unrealistic foreign accent, as the curtains were switched open.
The female employee of the Gentleman's Club and her client halted. "So sorry" said the hostess, immediately thinking that "Miss Lulu Lorita" was "entertaining" the Senior Policeman. She replaced the curtains and they moved away.
Phryne looked down at Jack, "That was close!" she remarked.
"Still is!" replied Jack, as he pulled his face away from her bosom, where it had been pressed.
Phryne smiled at Jack, who still had his arms around her. "Give me five minutes head start" she said softly.
"As always" replied Jack, who seemed to be lost for words.
Phryne went to vacate Jack's lap, but stopped and looked at him again, before taking his face between her two hands. "This is for authenticity!" was all she said, and captured his lips with hers.
Jack's arms froze as her kiss caught him off guard. He opened his mouth to protest, only to find that his lips were responding to Phryne. His arms had been lying around her loosely, but were now holding her tightly, his hands splayed across her back, as he responded to her kiss.
Phryne pulled her lips away from his, seemingly reluctantly. As she smiled down at him, she felt for his hands, guiding then away from her back. She did not pull them off her body, but moved them downwards, over the silky contours of her torso. Jack found his hands gripping her hips, as Phryne leant forward and breathed in his ear, "I want to share my information with you later tonight." She gave her hips a sensual movement, before vacating his lap.
Phryne turned at the door way and threw Jack a kiss, accompanied by a saucy look, before departing beyond the curtain.
Jack cleared his throat and straightened his tie. He felt a little overwhelmed, by the sudden developments in the investigation process. He left the club and headed back to the station, unaware that Phryne had left a tell-tale lipstick smear across his cheek.