CHAPTER SEVEN
She waited three days. Trying on outfits and flaunting her figure were more fun than she’d thought they would be. Not that she was shy, it just wasn’t her usual behavior. Her form was taut and limber, she worked out at the gym and did yoga on at least five mornings. It would pass muster… she hoped.
At around nine thirty on the third night, she set out to grab a cab with Risqué in mind. A cop referred her to the club. The former cop she’d met there had a financial stake in it. The place had to be legitimate. Women couldn’t be required to perform s*x acts and drugs weren’t allowed on the premises.
Risqué was the perfect location for her next social experiment. While still being a genuine experience, it was the closest to safe she could be given the stalker situation. Getting
