Nothing Sacred (FBI Agent Dan Hammer Series Book 1) Read Free

That was important to George. It took the edge off.
                 
    “Hi, Georgie.” Sandra passed by. She brushed his crotch. She was wearing a pink thong that slid all the way up her naked ass.
                 
    “Whoa’ down there horsey.” He gave her a flick with his finger. Sometimes the girls got a bit too forward. George didn’t like that. He wanted to be the one in charge. In control. Let Georgie make the decisions for a change. At least for tonight. “All right, Sandra?” She paid him no mind. She went right on about her business, stopping every so often at a table to deposit a beer or sit on somebody’s lap.
                 
    George called out for Sonny and asked for some change. Leaving a fifty cent tip on the bar, George hightailed it toward the runway. “Thanks, Sonny.” He threw the change into an empty champagne bucket. It jingled a lonely death as George moved to his favorite spot, right up close to the stage. All the girls knew George, knew he was a good tipper. “Preferred customer,” they called him. They all possessed a sixth sense about those who carried the cash, the money, the green.
                 
    Linda was moving like water. Not one ripple of fat on her. So smooth the way she undulated in and out. Sweet motion. He took out a single bill and folded it neatly in half. Linda got a whiff. She played all seductive in front of him, pursing her lips, touching her pussy, rubbing her nipples. George’s pecker went petrified. Glad to know it still existed. No shit! Linda bent over backwards for that blasted one dollar bill . George passed her an extra buck for that move. She took the bill
    and stuck it in her lacy garter, way up high on the inside of her leg. That beautiful tan thigh. Then, she pivoted on spiked heels and took off after another sniff of green.
     
    George checked out the competition. Some jerk started smoking next to him. George hated smoke, the smell of it, the stench, the way it stunk up his clothes. He picked up his drink and ambled back to the bar. He could have one more cocktail. That was his limit. It was bad enough he had to brush his teeth, spray Chloraseptic into his mouth and eat a pack of Tic-Tacs before picking up the beloved Edna. It was worth it. George hid it under the front seat of the car. In all the years Edna and he had been married, Edna had not once caught on. Not once. Can you believe it?
                 
    By the time George reached the bar, Sonny had already poured him another. They exchanged a few more pleasantries. George passed over his empty glass, and this time, handed Sonny a dollar tip. Sonny smiled. Everybody here worked for the green. The booze was rushing fast to his head. He was feeling a little hot, so he loosened up his collar. He spotted Sandra making her way toward him. Now, he was ready.
                 
    “Ready, Freddie?”
                 
    Sandra knew his name was George. She slayed him the way she called him that, all cutesy and all. As always, he followed her. She walked down a tiny, dim hallway to the back of the Club. It got darker as they progressed. George took off his glasses. No night blindness here! He tagged along down some stairs, all the while watching Sandra’s ass shimmy. She had long red hair that fell down over her shoulders, all the way to her tiny butt. And for some damn reason, she always wore pink. Pink everything. Always. Never had George ever seen Sandra dressed in any other color. Pink, pink, pink.
                 
    Personally, George’s favorite color was blue.
                 
    Sandra opened a door. Inside was another entrance with a sign that read: DO NOT ENTER.
     
    They entered into a cramped room with a single bed made up in cheap white sheets. A wooden bedside table sat next to it. It reminded George of Okinawa. When he was in the Army. The only light came from a red globe floating around in a lava lamp.