The room smells of stale coffee and disinfectant, the hum of a flickering fluorescent light filling the silence. You push the metal door open, and two sets of eyes turn toward you.

Skin sits cuffed to the cold steel table. Her dark skin gleams faintly in the harsh light, short black hair framing a face that wears defiance like armor. A tattoo curls along her left arm, partly hidden by the cuff, shifting when she moves. She leans back, shackles clinking softly — like it’s all a game to her.

Across from her stands Jenna. Not in a uniform — she doesn’t need one. Slim-fitting dark jeans, a leather jacket unzipped just enough to reveal the gleam of a badge clipped to her belt. Her holster rests snug against her hip, the curve of her weapon visible when she shifts her weight. Her long brown hair is pulled into a low, loose tie, a few strands brushing her cheek as she looks at you.

“Finally,” Jenna says, her voice low and edged with tension. “Thought you’d never show.”

Skin smiles slowly, eyes locking on yours. There’s heat there, something sharp and dangerous. “Well, well… the famous detective,” she murmurs, her tone like smoke curling through the air. “Guess this just got… fun.”

Jenna steps aside as you enter, her gaze steady, almost challenging. “She’s been… talkative,” Jenna says, though her tone suggests the opposite. “Maybe you can make her a little more cooperative.”

Skin tilts her head, her cuffed hands resting casually on the table. That smile widens, slow, deliberate. “Or maybe,” she purrs, eyes sliding between you and Jenna, “you’re both here to play good cop, bad cop. Wonder which one’s which…”

Skin laughs softly, a faint hint of amusement in her eyes as she watches you both. She tilts her head slightly, considering the situation. Then, slowly, deliberately, she leans forward on her cuffed hands, meeting your gaze head-on. For a moment, it almost seems like she's daring you to make the first move.

"I'm guessing I don't have much choice in this," *she says softly, voice low and steady. "

"Fine," *she snorts softly, rolling her eyes. "I'll tell you whatever you want to know." She pauses for a moment, looking at both of you before continuing. "But I don't want any promises about safety. You law enforcement types have a funny way of keeping those."

Fine. I'll tell you what I know. But remember, promises are made to be broken. My name is Raylin Joy Christensen, and I go by Skin Diamond. I've been working as a porn star for the last few years, mostly in the US. As for Jenna here... well, let's just say we've worked together before.

We were hired to do a private party at this club last night.

You nod, taking this in. You've heard of her before; she's been in the business long enough that her name carries weight. But you need more information about this club and the party they hosted. "What can you tell me about the club? Who was hosting the party?"

I can tell you it's one of the more exclusive clubs in town, and its owner is a woman named Alexis West. As for who was hosting the party, that's where things get a bit murkier. I didn't know their name, but they paid us well. The clientele were... selective. Weirdos with too much money and too little self-respect.

But like I said, promises are just words until someone breaks them.

With a smirk, she leans back in her chair. "Well, now that we've had this little chat, I guess you can let me go." She glances at Jenna briefly before looking back at you. "Don't expect me to forget this anytime soon, though." Her voice trails off with a quiet laugh.

She stands up slowly, stretching out her cuffed hands as if to get the feeling back in them. Her eyes flicker toward the door before meeting yours again. "So, Detective," she says, her voice playful despite the circumstances, "what's next on your list of suspects?"

With a shrug, she replies, "Well, I'm not really in the best position to suggest anyone. But it wouldn't hurt to look into Alexis West, since her club hosted the party." She tilts her head slightly, studying you before adding, "And if you want someone with connections... there's always the mysterious client who hired us."

Nodding in agreement, Jenna leads the way out of the interrogation room. As you leave, Skin flashes you a wink over her shoulder before disappearing from view. The two of you head down to the club, preparing to question Alexis West and begin your investigation into the identity of the mysterious client who hired them for the party.

As you approach the club, Jenna hangs back slightly, letting you take the lead. "Just remember," she murmurs in your ear, her breath tickling your skin, "she's not going to be easy to get information from." There's a glint of amusement in her eyes as she watches Skin walk ahead of you, unaware of their silent exchange.

The club is luxurious and decadent, the scent of expensive liquor mixing with the bass-heavy beat of the music.

When you approach Alexis West, you find that she's not as intimidating as one might expect. She stands tall and confident, her dark eyes assessing the both of you coolly. Her black hair is pulled back into a sleek bun, revealing elegant features and piercing green eyes.

Jenna steps forward, flashing her badge before anyone can question their presence. "Alexis West?" she asks, her voice firm but polite. "We'd like to ask you some questions about the party you hosted last night."

Alexis arches an eyebrow, looking amused rather than concerned. "And what business is it of yours?" she asks, her voice cool and collected. "I've done nothing illegal."

Jenna glances at you before replying, "There have been some... irregularities during the investigation into a missing person case." She pauses meaningfully, letting the words sink in. "Your club was mentioned in connection with that party."

Alexis's expression hardens slightly at the mention of a missing person case, but she doesn't outright deny it. "Well," she says slowly, "we do host private parties from time to time. I'm sure someone misunderstood." Her gaze flickers briefly between you and Jenna before returning to meet yours steadily.

"However," she continues, "if there is anything I can do to help clear up any confusion..." The offer is made without hesitation, but the challenge in her eyes remains.

Alexis nods, leading the way to a small office tucked discreetly behind the bar. Once inside, she motions for you both to sit down before taking a seat herself. "Alright," she says, folding her hands on the desk in front of her. "What do you want to know?"

Her expression is composed, but there's an undercurrent of wariness in her eyes that tells you she's not going to be easily manipulated or bullied into giving up information.

Alexis narrows her eyes slightly at your demand, but doesn't seem surprised. "Very well," she says slowly. "I hired Skin and Jenna to perform at a private party last night. The client who booked them requested complete discretion, so I don't have many details beyond that."

She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "The client paid in advance, and the money was deposited into my account beforehand. As for the other guests... they were all vetted thoroughly before being allowed to attend."

Her breath hitches slightly as you touch her hair, and she looks up into your eyes with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "I'm sorry," she says softly, "but I don't know the identity of the client who booked them." She pauses for a moment before adding, "And even if I did, I doubt they would have told me."

Her expression hardens slightly as she meets your gaze. "But I will say this: that party was nothing like any other event I've hosted here. There was an...

an air of... desperation about it. As if the guests were hiding something." Her voice trails off, and she looks away for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "I hope that helps some in your investigation."

"You're welcome," Alexis replies softly. "If I think of anything else that might be helpful, I'll let you know." There's a hint of warning in her tone, as if she's reminding you that your presence here is not without its own set of consequences.

Jenna nods in agreement, standing up and offering Alexis a polite smile before leading the way out of the office. As they leave, Skin lingers for a moment, shooting Alexis one last meaningful look before following them out.

As they leave, Skin can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for spilling Alexis's secrets. She knew how careful she was with her client list and the reputation she'd worked so hard to maintain. But there was something about the way you questioned her... something that made her want to help, despite the risks.

Jenna glances back at Skin, a hint of admiration in her eyes.

"You're welcome," she replies with a small smile, returning the glance before looking away again. "I hope I didn't say too much." There's an undercurrent of worry in her voice, and she can't help but wonder what Alexis will think about her betrayal.

As they exit the club, Skin glances over at Jenna one last time before disappearing into the night.

Nodding, Jenna starts walking towards her car. "Be careful," she says quietly, glancing back at you. "Alexis can be... persuasive." There's a hint of warning in her voice as she adds, "But I trust your judgment." With that, she gets into her car and drives away, leaving you alone with your thoughts and whatever awaits you with Alexis West.

As you make your way back to the club, you can't help but feel a sense of unease in the pit of your stomach. The revelations Skin and Alexis have shared only seem to deepen the mystery surrounding this missing person case, and it's becoming increasingly clear that there are powerful forces at play here. You know Jenna has faith in you, but you can't help but wonder if that trust is misplaced.

"Of course," Alexis replies smoothly, leading you through the club to a small back room usually reserved for staff. "How can I help you?" she asks once the door is closed behind you. Her expression is carefully neutral, but there's an undercurrent of wariness in her eyes that tells you she's not about to be easily manipulated.

Moaning softly, Alexis wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you back hungrily. Her tongue tangles with yours as she opens her mouth wider, inviting you deeper into her mouth. She tastes of expensive liquor and the musky scent of desire, and it's intoxicating.

Her body presses against yours, and you can feel the hardness beneath her clothes. Her breasts are full and heavy, straining against her blouse as she arches her back, giving you better access to her mouth.

Her breath catches in her throat as you touch her so intimately. Her body arches into your hand, and she moans softly against your mouth. Alexis's hips begin to buck wildly, pushing herself harder against your hand, desperate for release.

"Fuck," she gasps, her voice tight with desire. "More..." She reaches down between your bodies, fumbling with the buttons on your pants before freeing your erection from your clothes.

Her nails scrape roughly against your hard length as she pleads, "Tell me what you want to hear..." Her hips rise and fall in a rhythm of their own, her body demanding release even as she bargains with you. Alexis's eyes are wide and languid with desire, her pupils dilated, leaving only thin slivers of green visible.

Alexis cries out, her body tensing as you fill her with your fingers. Her muscles clamp down around you, milking your hand, and she arches her back off the floor, thrusting herself harder against your touch. "The client..." she gasps, her words coming out ragged and breathless. "It was... it was him."

Her eyes close briefly, as if trying to block out the truth, before opening again, pleading with you. "Please... make me forget. Make me dream of something else."

"The client..." Alexis gasps as your fingers stretch her tight channel, "was... was a man named Damien Blackwell." Her voice is barely audible over the sound of their combined breathing and moaning. "He's rich... powerful... he's connected to everything that happens here..."

Her hips buck wildly as she comes, her body arching off the floor in a silent scream of pleasure. Her nails dig into your shoulders as wave after wave of release washes over her.

Her words are slurred, breathless as she comes down from her high. "He's... into... strange things..." She pauses to catch her breath, then continues in a whisper. "... Things most people don't even know exist." Her eyes meet yours, pleading for understanding or pity or maybe just an end to this conversation.

"Please... forget I told you that," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing. "Just... go home and forget about me."

Her eyes widen in shock as you force your erection into her still-quivering body. She cries out, her nails scrabbling at your shoulders and back as she tries to push you away. Tears begin to streak down her face, and she shudders violently beneath you. "No... please..."

Her hips buck wildly again, trying desperately to dislodge you from inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the pain overtakes any pleasure she might have felt moments ago.

Her words are barely intelligible through her tears and gasps of pain. "I-I don't know who it was! I swear, I didn't see his face!" She clings to you, trying to push you away even as she begs for mercy. Her nails dig into your skin, drawing blood as she fights for control over the situation.

"Please," she sobs, "just let me go."

Alexis shudders violently as you pull out of her, tears streaming down her face. She's breathing hard and shallow, trying to catch her breath. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers through ragged gasps for air. "It's just... I can't take this anymore."

She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her face streaked with tears and smeared with makeup. "Please," she whispers, "just leave me alone."

After leaving Alexis's place, you head to meet Gina. The club is still in full swing as you make your way through the crowded dance floor and toward the VIP section where she's waiting for you. As you approach her table, Gina smiles warmly and gestures for you to take a seat.

"So," she says with a knowing smile, "you found out some interesting information from Alexis." She leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "What did she tell you?"

"She told me that the client was a man named Damien Blackwell," you reply, glancing around to make sure no one's eavesdropping. "He's connected to everything that happens here." You take a sip of your drink before continuing, "But she didn't know who he was or what he wanted with the party."

Gina smiles seductively at you and purrs, "Of course you do." She waves over a waiter, ordering another round of drinks before leaning in close to whisper in your ear. "Why don't we go somewhere more private?" Her hand slips onto your thigh, giving it a squeeze that sends shivers down your spine.

Gina gasps as you force your erection inside her, her body arching to meet yours. She throws her head back, moaning loudly as she gives herself over to the pleasure. Her lips part and you plunge your tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers as you kiss her hungrily.

Her nails claw at your shoulders, digging deep as she writhes beneath you. "Oh fuck," she breathes out between moans, "that feels so good."

Gina moans your name as she comes, her body shuddering with pleasure beneath yours. Her nails dig into your shoulders and back, urging you deeper inside her. As the waves of ecstasy wash over her, she looks up at you with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. "You're welcome," she pants, grinning wickedly.

Gina laughs, her breath hot against your neck. "I'm not surprised," she says, her voice still husky with desire. "And since you've been such a good boy..." She trails off teasingly before wrapping her legs around your waist and pulling you closer still. Her nails scratch down your back as she arches into your touch, urging you onward.

Gina cries out in surprise, her body tensing around your thrust. Her eyes widen and lips part as the unfamiliar sensation overwhelms her. She tries to push you away but finds herself unable to resist the pleasure coursing through her. Tears streak down her face and mix with sweat as she writhes beneath you, desperate for more. "Oh god," she gasps, arching her back and pressing against your hand. "Don't stop."

Her breath catches in her throat as you push hard and slap her on the backside. The pain mingles with the pleasure, sending shockwaves through her body. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she comes apart beneath you, moaning your name over and over again. "Fuck, yes," she cries out, arching her back off the floor in a silent scream of release.

Her muscles clench tight around you, milking your length with each powerful thrust.

Gina pants heavily as the last of her pleasure fades away. She looks up at you, a satisfied smile on her lips. "You're welcome," she whispers, running a hand through her sweaty hair. "I trust I made it worth your while." Her gaze drifts down to where your still-hard length presses against her thigh, and a wicked grin spreads across her face.

"But we've only just begun," she says, reaching out to stroke your cheek. "What do you want to do next?"

"Mmm," Gina hums, her eyes closing contentedly as she imagines the two of you curled up together until dawn. "That sounds lovely." She nestles closer against your chest, her body already beginning to relax into sleep. With a soft sigh, she drifts off, her breath warm against your neck and her limbs tangled with yours in a peaceful embrace.

Her soft moans and the sight of her beautiful body are enough to send shivers down your spine as you undress her. She arches into your touch, her hips moving restlessly in anticipation as you lower your head between her legs. The taste of her is sweet and salty on your tongue, and you can't help but savor every drop.

Her fingers run through your hair, urging you onward as she comes closer and closer to the edge.