"Jackie Doyle"
A case… a bet… and a moment Jake will never forget.
The last thing Leslie ever expected to see when she walked into the dark room, with its seedy lights and exotic decor was Jake. He was a lot of things, but strip clubs had never been his style. As he stood there with an unfamiliar look on his face, half embarrassment, half shock, a thousand images ran threw her mind of how he could have ended up here. She could hear the six officers behind her, sniggering and trying to keep their composure. It was going to take longer than usual to live this one down.
"I can explain." He stuttered, adjusting his shirt as he tried to make his stature more masculine.
"This should be interesting" She grinned, looking at the glint in his eye, as if he were talking to her alone and no one else was present. Walter just stood beside him, wishing he could hide under the nearby table and most likely watching his crown attorney privileges going down the drain.
"It was my idea Leslie." Walter tried to help.
"Oh I doubt that." Leslie smiled.
"What does that mean?" Jake admitted, "Truth is it was Rose's idea. We had this bet see.."
"On second thoughts I don't want to hear it." Leslie decided this conversation was better had in private.
"Whatever you say Sargent." He nodded submissively.
"Get yourself dressed and meet us down at the station." She ordered as she looked him up and down one last time. It was scary just how convincingly he was able to pull it off, and how turned on it was making her.
Story teaser folks… this one is still in the works but should be done by Xmas.
I hope you enjoy it as much as my others.
Cheers
K