THE MUSIC BLARED, pumping out thunderous decibels of Snoop Dogg’s “Sensual Seduction.” Four young naked ladies writhed on the main stage, grinding against the stripper poles, while slightly interested men tried to stay anonymous, slipping various denominations of currency onto the stage toward their favorite performer.
.”Detective Hawthorne Wingo gestured to his partner, Clyde Monroe, to follow him toward the bar.
“What’ll you have, detectives?” The scantily clad bartender, Tessa Martinez, knew a cop when she saw one. It was not unusual for police to visit J.T.’s Gentlemen’s Club, on duty or off.
“Looking for Nastasi!” Wingo screamed to be heard.
“Nasty’s going on in five minutes. You want a drink?”
“Just a tonic and lime for me.”
“Same,” Detective Monroe echoed his partner.
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