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paused for a moment. “So, let me get this straight. You’re telling me that your plans for this evening include going to a sex club with the hot detective that you manhandled last night…to a place that is owned by our new boss, the delicious vampire… to look for your stupid, yet also hot ex-boyfriend?”
     
    “Um, yeah I guess that sums it up.” I replied.
     
    “Oh, this is going to be fun!” She laughed. “I’ll be there in a half hour to pick up your car. I want to give you plenty of time to get ready for your date!”
     
    “It’s not a---” Click. Why do people keep hanging up on me? Dammit!
     
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    I’ve been debating what to wear since I got back from retrieving my car. Channeling my inner Pretty Woman in front of the mirror, I sprinkled fairy dust over my head. As the glittery substance abated, my new outfit appeared.  I was pleased with my creation and couldn’t hold back a smile. I had on a strapless, red satin corset with a black leather mini skirt. To top it off, I added black patent leather thigh high boots with 4” stiletto heels. My hair was left down with several ringlets in place to enhance my natural waves. I went with smoky eyes, extra eyeliner, and added a frosty pink lip gloss.
     
    I gave myself the final once over and said, “Ha! Eat your heart out Chad. You dumb bastard!” Okay, I’ll admit, maybe Chad wasn’t the only one I was trying to impress. I heard the door buzzer and looked at my clock. Nine fifty-five. That must be him.
     
    “Hello. Who’s there?” I asked through the intercom.
     
    “It’s Vance. Uh, Detective Alexander.”
     
    I buzzed him in and ran to the bathroom for a quick mist of Chanel Chance Eau Tendre . He was knocking on my front door just as I came back out. I unlocked the dead bolt and swung it open.
     
    “Hi.” I said nervously.
     
    “Hi.” He replied. He looked me up and down… twice. He clearly liked what he saw because that was followed by an audible gulp. I smiled at his lack of subtlety. “You ready to go?”
     
    “I will be in just a minute. Have a seat. I just need to find my little clutch purse.”
     
    I shifted through my closet until I found the purse. Then I transferred a few items from the one I usually carry and headed back down the hall. I found Vance waiting for me perched on one of the barstools by my breakfast bar. He was wearing a black t-shirt with well worn jeans and shit kicker boots. He still had his five o’clock shadow, which was sexy as hell. It highlighted his angular face and strong nose. I may have blushed a little when I thought about how that stubble tickled my breasts last night.
     
    Clearing his throat he said, “You look great. Really great. Are you ready to go?”
     
    “Thanks.” I replied. “I am, but we don’t really match.”
     
    “What do you mean?” He asked.
     
    “Well, from what Erica’s told me, this place is pretty kinky. I had no idea what to wear so I asked her. She said there are a lot of people walking around half naked, if not fully naked. Or leather. Lots of leather. I think we need to put you into something a little more appropriate.”
     
    He looked me up and down again and smiled. “What did you have in mind? Birthday suit or leather chaps and cowboy boots?”
     
    “Neither, smartass!” I replied as I playfully smacked his arm. Wow! Are those his biceps? Oh my ! I stepped back to assess my living canvas. “Let me think for a second. Hmmm, I know! This will look great!” I conjured up some fairy dust and sprinkled it over his head. His jeans and t-shirt were instantly transformed into a pair of black leather pants with a matching jacket. I kept his boots the same since they seemed to fit into my vision.
     
    I decided to leave out a shirt which I was quite thankful for. His chest was completely hairless and bronzed all over. His muscles were large, but not overpowering. He had eight-pack abs that made me want to do laundry. The pants that I