416. Chapter 416

After Dressed to Kill

Episode 6.14

By

UCSBdad

Disclaimer: I am the very model of someone who does not own Castle. Rating: T Time: See above.

She smelled the Scotch on his breath and the scent of Bay Rum from his after shave a split second before his hand landed on her ass.

"What's your name, darling?" He breathed into her ear.

"I am Tatiana." She said, with a Russian accent.

"Russian?" He asked, feeling that he might have gotten lucky. He'd heard about Russian woman. This one obviously had no bra on and his hand could tell she had no panties on, either.

"From St. Petersburg, but I live in New York now."

"What do you say we go someplace and see a little of New York?" He suggested.

"Do you see gentleman over there in the blue suit and red tie? Is my boyfriend, Reekee."

He looked at the man. Big, dark haired and not paying too much attention to his girlfriend. "Well, I have a wife, but I don't let that worry me." He said.

"See man Reekee is with?"

He looked at the man next to the boyfriend. Short, muscular, with a buzz cut, and sweating. His clothes looked like something from Goodwill. How that bozo gotten into this party, he had no idea. He was definitely not one of the beautiful people. And the models were beautiful and paid to be here. "So?"

"He is Russian. Nikolai Ivanovich Konev. He sells guns."

"You mean like hunting rifles?" He was mildly curious where this was going.

"No, like artillery and tanks. But he leave Russia. Some people, not Tatiana, say he kill four competitors. With hammer. Start from toes, work up. He tell Tatiana that she is Reekee's girlfriend. I think we both be happier if Tatiana stay with Reekee."

He noticed that two very large, very muscular men standing with the Russian were looking at him in a way he didn't really like.

"Sasha and Pavel. I think they don't like you already. Not good for Sasha and Pavel not to like you. But maybe you get lucky."

He didn't feel at all lucky just then. "See you around, Tatiana." He said as he hurried away.

She smiled at Reekee and headed for the ladies room, always a good place to get gossip from models. She went to the far end of the mirror and leaned against the wall, adjusting her makeup. She was soon joined by another woman. She was tall, slender, had a good face, but was several years past her prime. She wasn't a model now, but what was she?

"I saw you handle that buffoon out there. The world is full of married men who come to these things expecting that a little money will get them a real model."

Tatiana shrugged. "He was nothing. In Russia, men are much worse."

The woman smiled at slid her hand to the small of Tatiana's back. "Men are much worse, darling. And you're Russian? Good. They like the exotic in America."

"So?"

The woman smiled. "I'm Kerry Joyce. I run a modeling agency. As it happens I have an opening. You could work out very nicely." Her hand slid down to the top of Tatiana's ass.

"Kerry Joyce?" Tatiana laughed. "I heard you have opening. Model killed. Broken neck. Maybe Russian men are better."

Kerry Joyce flushed. "That stupid bitch was killed by her boyfriend. Joseph thought he was a photographer, but he was just a poser, a loser. When he failed, he went ballistic and killed her."

Tatiana shrugged. "Maybe if you hire stupid bitches, I can do better?"

Joyce pushed a business card into Tatiana's cleavage. "Give me a call." She walked away.

"Don't call her, sweetie." A very tall, very skinny blonde said. And equally thin redhead nodded in agreement. "She was never as good as she thought she was when she was a model and she's useless as an agent."

"Are you really Russian?" The redhead asked.

Tatiana nodded. "From St. Petersburg, but live in New York now." She frowned. "What she say true? Boyfriend kill?"

"What do you care?" The blonde asked dismissively.

"Good to know who to stay away from."

"Well, honey, I can guarantee you that Joseph Burns didn't kill Laurie. Well, his photos did murder any chance she had at a couple of jobs, but that's it. No, Joe is a sweet, gentle loser. He wouldn't hurt a fly."

"Don't be so sure." That was a brunette with eye makeup that must have been put on with a shovel. "I saw his smash up a photo montage done by another photographer. He does have a temper."

The blonde snorted. "If it was anyone it was Georgie."

"Georgie?" Tatiana asked.

"Welles. George Welles. He can get you anything. Something to get you started in the morning after a long night. Something to let you relax after a long day. Something to kill the hunger pangs. But…"

"But?" Tatiana asked.

"He'll offer you a special price. In return, he wants to screw you."

"And he's a bastard." The redhead added. "I took him up on it once. I mean, how bad could he be?"

"He's a sadist." Said the brunette. "He can't enjoy himself unless you're in pain. Serious pain. I saw a girl after he was done with her, she had bruises all over and two broken fingers."

"But Laurie was desperate. Her boyfriend's photos were crap, she wasn't getting work and, like I said, her agent was useless."

"Speaking of who could have done it…" A model with a blue haired wig on said.

"Who?" The blonde asked.

"Kerry Joyce. The bitch has a temper and Laurie really did have potential if she'd had a decent agent and a good photographer. I heard Laurie was planning on trying another agent. Maybe Collins & Rowe."

"That would drive a stake into the heart of Joyce's business." The brunette giggled. "Just what she deserved."

"Good to know who to stay away from." Tatiana nodded.

"Is that big hunk you came in with yours?" Blue hair asked.

"Reekee? Yes. My boyfriend."

"Try to keep him then. He looks better than anyone else here. How is he in bed?"

"Very good. Russian men are…What is expression? Sam, bam, thank you ma'am? Reekee is not like that. He gives me pleasure, too."

"Oh, honey. Keep that one."

"I think I do." Tatiana said with a predatory smile.

A well dressed man stuck his head into the ladies' room. "Hey! I'm not paying you to sit on your asses and gossip. Get out there and mingle."

The women groaned, but left the ladies' room. As Tatiana left, the man grabbed her arm. "Who are you? I didn't hire you."

"I come with boyfriend." Tatiana tried to push past him, but he blocked her.

"I think I'll be your boyfriend. Get your cute ass back in there." He reached around to lock the door, but found the door wouldn't move. Turning around he saw a very large man blocking the door.

"This is Pavel." Tatiana said.

"Well, tell Pavel to get his ass out of here, or there'll be trouble."

Tatiana smiled. "Pavel is very good at trouble."

Pavel smiled as well and opened his jacket to show a large pistol tucked in his belt.

"Tatiana leave now. Maybe you show Pavel some trouble?"

But the man had ducked under Pavel's arm and was gone.

Once Tatiana was back at the loft, she put her arms around Reekee. "I'm sure if you dusted it for prints, my ass would have prints of every man there on it."

"Which is why I absolutely hated this whole undercover thing." Rick said, nuzzling her neck.

"But Tatiana go home with her Reekee." She said in her Russian accent. "And we have some solid leads, which is more than we had this morning. And we also have a name for Narcotics, George Welles."

"I repeat. I hated every second of it. Why you?"

"Duh! It's our case. And how many cops could pass as a model, but I had to be someone from outside the local modelling community. So, Tatiana showed up." She switched back to her Russian accent. "You no like Tatiana?"

"I love Tatiana, but couldn't the NYPD have found more than one officer who speaks Russian? "Pavel" and "Sasha" have worse Russian accents than I do."

Kate stood back and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Indeed, she had neither a bra nor panties on. "Perhaps I can make you happy?"

"Reekee love his Tatiana." He said, pulling her to him.