Super sexy Lillith

"How did I get stuck driving?" Vince asked as he and Drayce walked from the precinct after their shift.

"Um, my car is on the fritz. Had to take a cab to work."

"That's a bummer."

Vince rolled his yellow Mustang onto the roadway.

"So how did your date with Penny go?"

"You knew about that?"

"Word travels fast, especially with Frank's big mouth."

Drayce paused. "Let's just say it was less than favorable."

"That sucks, man. I noticed she wasn't at work today. I don't think I've ever seen her miss work since she started."

"I noticed that too," Drayce said with a concerned tone. "Would you mind swinging by her place real quick? I just want to be sure she's alright."

Vince looked at Drayce curiously. "And what did you two do last night?"

"She... may have had too much to drink, that's all. What's with the interrogation? That's my job, not yours."

Vince laughed. "Just busting your balls a little."

Vince stopped the car in front of Penny's apartment complex. Drayce his way to Penny's front door, knocking several times before he got an answer.

"Whoever you are, go away!" Drayce heard from behind the door.

"Penny? It's me, Drayce. Can we talk?"

Penny opened the door. Her appearance was shockingly rough compared to how Drayce usually saw her. She was still in her PJ's; her hair was unruly and her eyes bloodshot.

"Are you alright?" Drayce asked, very concerned.

"I should be asking you the same."

"Mind if I come in for a second?"

Penny stepped from the doorway, inviting Drayce inside. They sat on the couch, separated by an unspoken space, both waiting for the other to speak.

Drayce cleared his throat. "About last night..."

"I'm so sorry what I did to you!" Penny sobbed, "I don't know what came over me! I thought maybe you slipped something into a drink, but I don't remember drinking anything last night. You tried to leave but I wouldn't let you go. You begged me to stop and I couldn't control myself. It wasn't like me at all!"

Tears rolled down Penny's face. "I remember you saying you would die if I kept going; what did you mean?"

Drayce had to think quickly. "Oh... that. It's just... I have a heart condition."

"Oh my god!" she sobbed again. "I could have killed you! I didn't know, I'm so sorry!"

"It's alright," Drayce said, trying to comfort her with words. "I'm okay. I... just don't know where to go from here."

Penny looked up. "Are you going to arrest me or press charges?"

"What?! No! You got carried away, very carried away, but everything is fine. No one needs to know."

Penny cried for several minutes before regaining her composure. "I need time to figure myself out," Penny said. "Until then, I think it would be best if we don't see each other. And we should never speak of it again."

Drayce nodded in agreement. "I think you're right. It would be for the best."

Penny looked at Drayce. "You know what bothers me the most about this?"

"No. What?"

"I actually enjoyed what I was doing... the thought of that... scares me."

"Well, sex is meant to be enjoyed. You just need to slow things way down next time. Besides, it wasn't all bad for me either. If it wasn't for my 'condition', I wouldn't have had any problems being tied up and ravaged."

Penny smiled as she wiped away her tears. "That makes me feel a little better. Thank you for taking this so well. I was afraid of how you'd act around me."

"Don't worry about it."

Drayce rose from the couch. "I must get going. Vince is waiting on me in the car."

Drayce opened the front door and turned back to Penny. "I expect to see your smiling face when I arrive for work Monday."

Penny smiled. "You got it, Detective Knight!"

Drayce closed the door behind him and returned to Vince's car.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming back," Vince said.

"Sorry, let's go. I need something to put my mind elsewhere."

"What better way to do that than to see some strippers?"

*****

"Have fun, gentleman," the muscular bouncer grunted to Drayce and Vince as they entered the gentleman's club named "The Industrial Strip". The place was packed, typical of a Friday night. Lights were dim except those glaring on the two small round stages at each end of the main floor and a larger half circle main stage in the center.At each stage, a sexy, scantily-clad dancer worked their respective pole.

They scouted the room for somewhere to sit. The bar ran the full length of the back wall and was completely packed with patrons absorbing drinks. The small tables far from the stages where also occupied, usually by couples, or by men who had negotiated a table session with one of the lovely dancers.

As Drayce scanned the interior, he noticed a variety of dancers chatting-up potential customers, each with her own unique offering. Petite, thick, curvy, tall, short, white, black, brown -- something here for any man's taste. That is, unless that man had developed an acquired taste for the supernatural, as Drayce had.

"I see two seats at the main stage -- hurry up!" Vince ordered.

They pushed through the crowded dive and took cushioned seats at the main stage. The dancer on stage, a cute brunette in a tiny white string bikini, smiled and made her way to the newcomers. She shook her round, bubbly bottom at them, then stretched her garter out invitingly for contributions.

"See!" Vince said, as he stuffed a dollar in the dancer's garter, "This was just what you needed, Drayce!"

"I guess," Drayce said loudly over the deafening music, also forking-over his dollar.

Several dancers came and went as they sat. Vince was obviously enjoying himself more than Drayce, as evidenced by his ample alcohol consumption and the dozens of dollar bills that escaped his grip.

Drayce had too much on his mind to focus on the scantly clad performers. Phoebe's killer was almost within his grasp. Then there was the scene this morning in the shower with Fiona. He wondered, what was that kiss about? It seemed... genuine. At least the issues with Penny were hopefully resolved, but Drayce still felt all too guilty about how things turned out.

"Hey! Stop sitting there like a lump and start enjoying yourself!" Vince said with a topless dancer in his lap, snapping Drayce out of his meditation.

"Let's give a big round of applause for Vanessa!" the DJ announced, signaling the sexy, big-breasted blonde that her stage time was over. She retreated from Vince's lap, gathered her bra and money that had been thrown on stage, then disappeared behind the curtain.

"You're really dragging me down, Drayce. You never used to be like this when we were in college. Hell, you were the rowdy one."

"And you have had too much to drink. Give me your keys."

"Fine, better safe than sorry," Vince said, handing over his keys.

The DJ spoke into the microphone again. "Alright guys, let's give a warm welcome to our newest performer! I saidwarm -- got that? Let's hear it for the super-sexy...Lillith!"

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