Beautiful Prey: The Storm Series (2 page)

CHAPTER 2

 VICTORIA

“We’ve
been doing these prostitution missions for two weeks now, and nothing!”

Sergeant Banner was supposed to be debriefing the team, but
he was doing more yelling than debriefing.

“Two more bodies on our watch!” He looked directly at
Victoria, insinuating the obvious.

Upon that implication, Victoria had had enough. “I have been
out there, as you put it, shaking my ass! What do you want me to do? Put a sign
on my ass saying, ‘
killer come
get me’?! Whenever you
feel like you can walk the streets better than me, feel free to shake your
ass!”

The team looked over at Victoria, shocked that she stood up
to the sergeant. Deon shot her a smile and nodded his head in approval.
Surprisingly, the sergeant ignored her, ended the debriefing, and dismissed the
team.

Victoria was relieved that he didn’t respond. She was even
more relieved that her shift was over. It was Friday, and she had the weekend
off. She was ready to unwind.

Victoria’s mood was improving, so she bounced over to Steve
and Deon. “Hey, guys.
Me
and my girl Tracy are going
out tonight.” She smiled at them both and asked, “Wanna come out and be our
bodyguards?”

Deon laughed. “I wish I could. I got plans.” He looked over
at Steve and said, “They’re
gonna
need a bodyguard.
You should see the ass on Tracy. That chick is fine coming and going.”

Tracy was Victoria’s best friend. She was a model turned
account executive with a body to die for. With her perfect hourglass figure,
super long weave, and consistently flawless makeup, she was a beast. It was as if
an artist had drawn Tracy. Victoria believed that it was unreal for a body to
be that perfect. That is until Victoria met Tracy’s mother and realized that
Tracy’s body was inherited. 

Victoria looked over at Steve. He nodded and said, “I’m in.
I need a drink.
Where at and what time?”

Victoria gave Steve the details and headed to the locker
room to change. On the way home Victoria found herself singing along with
Alicia Keys & Maxwell’s “Fire We Make” and realized that she was way
overdue for some hot sweaty sex. After all, it had been damn near a year since
she collided with a warm body.

Lord have
mercy
, she thought to herself. She had to change the station
before she started rubbing herself in the car. 

Victoria pulled into the parking lot, parked, and ran
upstairs to her apartment. She entered and threw her bag on the floor by the
front door. A neat freak she was not. She headed to her closet and picked out
her best “I need to have sex but I’m no whore outfit”. She settled on a
skin-tight little black dress that landed right above the knee. Black patent
leather peep-toed pumps made her legs look even longer. She placed her iPod on
the dock and pressed play before dancing toward her adjoining bathroom,
shedding her clothes along the way. She prepared the shower, ensuring that the
water was just right. She turned and faced the mirror and assessed her naked
body while stuffing her hair into a shower cap. Victoria knew that she was no
supermodel, but she was confident that she was considered by most to be attractive. 

She stepped into the shower and sighed as the hot water
caressed her skin. She applied a generous amount of peppermint almond scented
body wash and slowly massaged the soap into her relaxing muscles. That damn
Alicia Keys and Maxwell song started to play again, igniting Victoria’s
sensations. Alicia Keys was singing about getting hotter and hotter. Victoria’s
hand instantly migrated south. Her senses were heightened. Between the song,
the fragrance of her body wash, and the wetness of her skin as her hand
caressed her generous breasts, she was in need of a release. Her nipples
tightened almost painfully as she teased them.

She closed her eyes and envisioned strong masculine hands.
She glided her hand slowly down her stomach while the other continued to
massage her aching nipples. She reached her aching core and started rubbing
circles into her swollen bud. A soft moan escaped her lips. She envisioned a
masculine tongue licking and sucking her wet hot pussy, and her fingers became
possessed by that masculine tongue.  Moans became pants, as she got closer
to the release that she desperately needed. She leaned her back against the
shower wall and imagined holding a masculine head as he swiped his tongue along
her pussy and sucked her clit.

“Oh my God,” she gasped as she pinched her aching nipples
with one hand. She then inserted two fingers in her pussy with the other. She
pulled some of the hot juice from her pussy and resumed her assault on her
clit. She was climbing to her release. Her possessed fingers were fucking her
well as the hot water ran down her body.

“
Ohhhh
God,” she yelled as she
reached an explosive orgasm. She slid down the shower wall and attempted to
slow her racing heart. As she slid, she gently rubbed her jumping pussy.

Smiling pleasingly, she thought to herself,
who needs a man?

Then she laughed out loud at her own thoughts. “Shit, I do!”

After leaving the shower and drying off, she generously
rubbed her favorite lotion all over her body and hurried in her room and
dressed. Victoria pulled her hair into a high bun and put on dark eyeliner. She
finished up with soft pink gloss. With one last inspection in the mirror, a
dressed-to-kill Victoria was ready to go. She grabbed her weapon, tossed it in
her purse, and headed out. Not having firepower in Chicago was not an option.
As she entered the hall, of course Mrs. O’Malley was standing in her doorway.

Victoria would bet money that the old lady had a chair at
her door just so she could listen for Victoria’s comings and goings. She had
absolutely nothing better to do. Victoria smiled and Grace O’Malley, who
Victoria liked to refer to as “mean old bitch”, pursed her wrinkled bright red
lips and looked at Victoria like she smelled. Victoria shrugged it off and
hurried down the stairs. She was grateful that Illusions was just a ten-minute
drive because she was running a little late due to her extra time in the
shower. Victoria jumped into the
Camaro
that she
loved so much and headed towards the club.

While parking her car, Victoria noticed the line to get in.
She exited her car and walked across the street. She walked to the front of the
line and reached in her purse. With a quick flash of her badge and a smile, she
entered the club.

Victoria didn’t do lines so, as always, the bouncers noticed
her pretty face and allowed her in through VIP. She navigated her way through
the crowded club and spotted Steve in a corner looking like one of the
bouncers. He was guarding a table for them. Victoria hurried over and gave him
a hug.

“Thanks for saving us seats,” she said while checking out
his appearance. 

He had on a simple white t-shirt, which could not possibly
hide his muscular frame and tattooed arms, and worn jeans with a chain running
from a belt loop to his pocket. His complexion was light, due to the fact that
his mother was German and his father was African American. With his
clean-shaven head, he had that sexy “bad ass” thing going on. Victoria came to
terms with the fact that she wasn’t meeting a man that night because Steve was
gonna
scare the hell out of any interested man. To
Victoria, he was a big teddy bear. But to those that didn’t know him, his
appearance was menacing.

They sat at the table and Victoria looked around for Tracy.
She had no doubt that, with Tracy’s body, she would not be waiting in anyone’s
line either.

Scanning the crowd for Tracy, Victoria asked Steve, “How
long have you been here?”

“I got here when you told me to be here. Your ass is always
late,” he fussed.

“If I’m always late, you should be used to it,” she
teased. 

Victoria looked around and noticed the looks that Steve was
getting from women and was shocked to see that he didn’t notice. 

Then she heard Steve grunt lustfully. “Damn!”

Victoria turned back to Steve, wondering what happened.

When his eyes widened, Victoria knew without turning around
that Tracy had arrived. She looked at Steve and laughed. She turned to see
Tracy approaching their table with a huge smile on her face. Since Victoria was
working so many hours trying to catch a killer and Tracy was out of town on
business, they hadn’t seen each other in weeks.

 Victoria jumped from her seat and greeted her friend
with a hug.

Tracy screeched.
“
Heeeey
!
I’ve missed you so much! You’ve been so busy!”

“Girl, they have been working the shit out of me.”

Tracy’s smile faded as she glared seductively behind
Victoria. Victoria turned and looked into the lust-filled eyes of her partner,
who was now out of his seat. She laughed and introduced the two. Finally a
waitress came over, so they ordered drinks. Twenty minutes later, Victoria was
surprised at her usually quiet partner. He was talking and laughing with a
flirting Tracy.

I should
be a matchmaker
, Victoria thought to herself. 

Victoria was working on her third shot of Jack Daniels. She
was really enjoying the fun and easy conversation between the three of them. As
they chatted and sipped, a very attractive man approached their table and asked
Victoria to dance.

She looked at the tall, chocolate, handsome man and thought
to herself,
hell yeah
.

She rose from her seat and accepted his hand. He led her to
the dance floor and wrapped her in his arms.
Floetry’s
“Say Yes” was playing. Between the sexy lyrics and the scent of this sexy man,
Victoria’s body was on fire. She assessed that he was feeling the same way
since she could feel his arousal pressing against her. When the song ended,
they walked over to sit at the bar and talk. During their conversation,
Victoria learned that his name was Marcus. He was thirty-five and the CEO of a
small marketing firm. He was divorced with two kids and talked nonstop about
his ex-wife.  After fifteen minutes of conversation, Victoria wanted to
pull her gun out of her purse and put herself out of her misery. Instead, she
thanked him for the drink and politely excused herself. She spotted Steve and
Tracy grinding on the dance floor. She walked over and told them that she was
tired and heading home.

 ”I’ll walk you to your car,” Steve said easing away
from Tracy.

Victoria narrowed her eyes and said, “Stop being so damn
overprotective. I got a gun too,
ya
' know.”

She kissed Tracy on the cheek and gave her a wink. She
turned to Steve and ordered him to finish his dance. Victoria headed to the
door, turning heads on the way out.

“
Now
they’re
looking,” she mumbled on her way out. 

On the quick drive home, she thought back to her dance with
Marcus and how he obsessed about his ex-wife. He reminded her of her ex, Dante.
Victoria would never allow another man to treat her like a non-factor. She
would come first from now on, or she would remain single.

She parked and entered her building. Before she could reach
the top step, she heard Mrs. O’Malley’s door slam. She laughed and made her way
into her apartment.

CHAPTER 3

 VICTORIA

“Are
you fucking kidding me?!”

Victoria was furious as she turned and walked away from
Deon. 

She walked into her sergeant’s office without knocking. “Did
I hear correctly that you’re putting us in uniform and assigning us to the
Taste of Chicago?”

The sergeant looked up at Victoria and shook his head. “Not
me. This came from the commander.”

Victoria was livid as she walked out of his office. She
began ranting and raving out loud. “Why don’t he just pull out his fucking gun
and shoot me his goddamn self?! Does he really expect me to work the most
crowded and televised event in Chicago in a fucking uniform and then turn
around and go back undercover the next day?!”

She was getting nowhere with the drunk, so she traveled to
the commander’s office. She was going to go over the sergeant’s head and speak
directly to the commander. But once arriving to his office, she was denied. The
fat bastard wouldn’t even speak to her. Victoria was pissed. She knew she had a
dangerous job and she wasn’t afraid to do it, but she didn’t believe in taking
unnecessary risks. 

Victoria didn’t need this on top of her already present
frustrations. She hated Mondays. There was always a new dilemma when she
returned to work. She entered the roll call room, looked around at her very
angry team, and shook her head. She still had twenty minutes until roll call
began, so she headed to the locker room to get ready. Today she chose a white
micro-mini, black tank, and clear platforms. The black tank was cut so low that
it barely covered her areolas. Posing as a prostitute had its dangers, but
putting her in uniform at the biggest event in Chicago was reckless.

We’re
supposed to be looking for a killer
, she thought to herself.