The Beach House (2 page)

“Ma-am, she found out you were an
escort.”

“Oh my god! Did she tell David?”

“We don’t know for sure. All we know is she’s
dead and David is missing. There is more in the file.” Jack paused,
“I was going to go over it with you at the station. I would like to
get your insight on some things.”

“I have nothing to do with Kelly‘s death. I
wanted that part of my life to be behind me. Can we go over the
file here?”

“I normally wouldn’t but I don’t see any
reason to bring you in at this point. As long as you are being
cooperative, I’ll make this exception. Make yourself another drink
and what the hell, pour me a quarter of a glass and I’ll be right
back.”

“You have it here?”

“Yes, it’s in my car.”

“Does anyone else know of it?”

“No one else knows as of right now. I’m the
lead detective on this case. If I find it relevant, it will be part
of the report I submit to the District Attorney. If not, I’ll just
file it away. Don‘t worry about that for now. Let’s just go over
the information and see where we stand. I‘ll be right back.”

What was Candy to do? Her life was falling
apart faster than she could weigh the consequences. If David found
out about her past, it was over. If he was sleeping with his ex
then he wasn’t the man she thought he was and it was over. Would
she stay or go? If she stayed, her marriage would be a facade.
Maybe leave and go back to Las Vegas, probably not, at least not to
stay. At twenty seven, her best entertaining years were behind her.
Without any marketable skills, she needed to settle down with
someone. Florida had a lot of rich, horny old men. She wasn’t ready
for an old man yet. Unless he was impotent and just wanted some eye
candy strutting around the house. Candy was into studs, not duds.
Of course if David did kill his ex, Candy could still live her
present lifestyle while David was spending twenty to life behind
bars. They lived rather modestly. If you consider a bungalow style
ranch house on the beach modest. David could afford a lot more. He
had acquired a considerable nest egg when he was working in DC. He
didn’t have to work but it kept his mind busy. David always
believed the day you stopped working was the day you started dying.
Nature was greedy that way, if you're not contributing, then get
the fuck out. Of course, if David did kill his ex because Kelly was
the messenger of the news that Candy was a hooker, then he would
divorce her. She wouldn’t have a claim for a divorce settlement and
she would have to get packing and she sure loved that beach house.
The thought of leaving her home made her realize, it was the house
she’d miss most, not David.

But, if she could deny all wrong doings, she
could in the very least get a hefty alimony. She could probably
even win the house in a settlement. David was not going to need it
in jail after all. Of course with that file, there’s no denying.
She needed to get that file and make it disappear.

Jack returned with the file to find two full
glasses of wine on the coffee table. Candy entered the room from
the bedroom. She changed out of her robe and threw on a white and
green sun dress. It could have been an innocent enough outfit but
for Candy’s toned, tan legs tossing the dress about. Without any
undergarments on, the dress was just a little too short and a
little too thin to be considered innocent. Candy didn’t have much
time before Jack’s return. She could've managed to find a minute
for a bra and panties but she choose to forgo it. She always
enjoyed giving guys an “accidental” flash. This time she went
commando for another reason. She wanted to use all her assets to
get that file.

“Excuse me, I thought I’d get more
presentable.”

“Not at all. Thank you for the drink. You may
have to help me finish it.”

“Sorry, I guess I’m a bit of a lush. I mean,
when I drink. I usually don’t drink first thing in the
morning.”

Candy could see the file on the table. She
wanted to grab it and run out the door. She knew better.

“I don’t either.” Jack lifted the glass and
took a sip. “This is really good.”

“Thank you, David picked it up on a trip to
Napa Valley. He’s into the art of making wine. He’s considering
buying a stake in that vineyard.”

“Impressive hobby.”

“David doesn’t have hobbies, he has
obsessions. Once he gets an idea in his head, he researches it for
months. He devours everything he can to learn all there is to
learn. He was an expert in three months. People that have been
growing grapes and making wine for decades call him for expert
advice. The guy has never even seen a vineyard!”

“That’s amazing. We need to get him on the
force.”

“He would be Captain in a year.”

“I don’t doubt it.

Let’s get back to business. I don’t want to
drag this out for you.”

Jack unwrapped the sealed manila folder. It
had an old school string and button to secure the flap shut. He
tilted the folder and pulled out all of the contents. It was mostly
photos. Candy reached forward and spread out the photos.

“Oh my god! How did she get these?” Candy
said, horrified.

“She must have hired a private
investigator.”

There were 33 pictures of her. All were taken
at night, and in each of them she was in the company of a different
man. Some were of Candy walking side by side engaging in simple
conversation. In some of the pictures, she was draped on a guy’s
arm or giving someone an affectionate embrace. The worst was with
Candy’s head in front of different men’s flies and of her in
ecstasy while straddling naked guys on the beach. There was also
information about Candy when she was in Las Vegas. Not much though,
only some old advertisement with her name and picture on it from
2009. When she started out, she worked at a brothel just outside of
Las Vegas called The Sphynx. It is the name of a special breed of
cat, a bald cat. It was their version of Hooters but instead of big
tits, all the Sphynx girls had bald pussies. She didn’t like it
there, not enough control of her clientele. She was by far the
hottest girl there and that kept her busy. There was one nice
benefit for being a Sphynx girl, the oral sex. A lot of guys never
had a bald pussy before and were eager to eat one. Candy was so
amazed that guys would pay good money to lick her clit. She figured
it should be the other way around. It was mostly followed by sex,
but by then, Candy was usually pretty worked up and ready to go.
She only stayed there three months. She learned a lot in those
three months. It was like a whore’s boot camp. Candy found the
structured learning program at The Sphynx very valuable. It covered
countless ways to satisfy every man's desire and how to be safe
while doing so. As horrified as Candy was about her past, she was
far more disturbed that David may have found out about her ongoing
activities.

Jack had gone through all of the pictures and
notes,

“I take it David didn’t know of your part
time work?”

“I don’t do tricks anymore, only while I was
in Las Vegas and I was no street walker. I chose my clients. I was
high class. I had hot rich guys pay me a grand to be with me when I
would have been with them for free.”

“Sorry, but if you would have had sex with
them for free, then why have them pay for it?”

“That’s easy, because they would. Not only
that, it was fun. I‘m a performer and I got pleasure pleasing
powerful men. People pay to watch me sing and dance on stage, why
shouldn’t they pay to get a night they will never forget? I’m a
trained professional, a performer, not some horny college girl. My
madam at the Shynx told me things have no value until you put a
price on it.”

Jack was trying to focus on the case but he
had never been with what Candy has referred to as a professional
lover. How much of a difference could it be, Jack wondered. Jack
worked in a beach community. Most ladies who lived or visited there
felt comfortable in their skin. A tiny bikini is normal wardrobe
around the beach. The reason they were there was to show off what
they worked so hard for at the gym, or the club or out on their
early morning jogs. Not to mention all the salads, tofu, yogurts
and exotic waters that had become their regular diet. Anyone who
works out hard and eats right is going to look good. What made
Candy different than your average very doable beach babe was her
superior genetics. If she never worked out or ate right, she still
would be beautiful. She was like a thoroughbred woman. Her hair was
thick and had a healthy glow. Her eyes looked like colored
contacts. They were light green and grey, almost silver. Her skin
was naturally dark. Her skin was so smooth, she didn’t appear to
have pores. Candy naturally had very little body hair but that
wasn’t good enough for her. While she was in Las Vegas she spent a
year ridding her whole body of hair, thanks to Soma laser hair
removing she was completely clean of hair from neck to toe.

Among the crowd of high school and college
girls and health fanatic stay home at moms, Candy stood out. Like a
pond full of beautiful ducks, until the swan shows up. She fucked
it up for everyone else. The females that knew her kissed her butt.
Not that she’s particularly nice or entertaining but to stand
against her was to be standing outside, alone. In a nutshell, women
hated her.

To Candy, other women were fine but she
really wasn’t interested in them unless they were lesbian or
bisexual. Candy wasn’t one herself, not really, she liked men but
she liked being admired and if one was so bold to make a move,
she’d give the girl a taste, maybe a little making out. Candy
definitely wouldn’t refuse a gal going down on her. A tongue on her
clit, how could she refuse, girls were better anyway. It wasn’t
charity, it was her deep rooted need to be desired.

“You say you’re not in the escort business
anymore. So what are you doing with these other guys?”

“
I really don’t want to get into all
that unless you promise me two things.”

“I don’t know about making deals, but let me
hear them.”

“First, whatever I tell you, you won’t repeat
it to anyone.”

“I already told you, I would only give it to
the D.A. if it is relevant to the case.”

“Okay, so only if it’s absolutely necessary,
otherwise you can’t tell anyone. Promise?

“Okay, if it makes you feel better, I
promise. What’s the second thing?”

“I’ll get to that in a second. First I need
to build up some courage. A toast, to law enforcement, to getting
questioned by such a kind and handsome police officer. If I get
handcuffed and thrown in the back of a car, I want it to be you.”
Candy said with a smile and a drunken slur. “I’m sorry, it’s the
wine talking, but please drink up. To sexy cops.”

Jack shook his head. “I don’t know about all
that.” Jack said as he raised his glass to Candy’s. “Cheers”

Jack took a little sip and was about to put
down his glass when Candy protested, “Hey, hey! You have to finish
that glass.”

“No, I’m fine.”

“If you don’t finish that glass I’m not going
to tell you anything. I’m making that my third rule.”

Jack knew one glass would not affect him too
much and he really wanted to hear more about her photos. “Very
well, I’m doing this so you can trust me. I just want the
truth.”

He raised his glass to Candy and they both
finished off their full glasses.

Jack didn’t realize that the wine was
specially fermented to contain twice the normal amount of alcohol
of regular wine. Jack just downed the equivalent of two full
glasses of wine. He only had a bowl of cereal three hours ago and
the alcohol hit him much harder than expected. His head spun a
little, his eye movement had a little delay to it. He wasn’t drunk
but his mindset was no longer as sharp as it was just moments
before. Candy’s beauty and sexuality was more pronounced. As far as
Candy was concerned, Jack was primed and ready to go.

“Now then, what was that other promise you
wanted me to keep?”

“It’s no big deal. I just want to keep the
files.”

Jack spontaneously gave out a large laugh.
“You can’t be serious. This is evidence. I can’t give it away.”

“Sure you can. You told me yourself, nobody
knows about it. I’m going to help you with your case. I’ll help you
solve it so you won’t need the file. It really doesn’t matter why
he did it anyway. If he did it, he did it.”

“Actually it does matter why. It shows
motive. Juries need motive to explain why a killer did what he did.
Especially if the physical evidence is weak.”

Candy was feeling desperate. She needed to be
bold. She needed Jack on her side. But Jack seemed like detective
Friday, just the facts ma'am. He was quite the male specimen
though. A real man. Big and tough. A real life hero.

“Maybe one more drink and you’ll see it would
be mutually beneficial to give me that file. Maybe if you give it
to me maybe I’ll give you something in return.”

Candy reached for the bottle and Jack’s empty
glass. The glass was sitting right in front of him on the coffee
table.

“No, I’m good. And I’m going to pretend I
didn’t recognize that bribe.”

Candy paused with the glass and wine over
Jack’s lap.

“Oh my God! I didn’t imply I was trying to
bribe you. I have no reason to bribe you. I didn’t do anything. I
just don’t see why I have to be brought into this mess for nothing.
If you think I killed Kelly, then keep the file but if you don’t,
keep me out of it!”

“I don’t know for sure of anything yet. You
still haven’t told me anything, remember.”

“I will tell you everything but first have
some more wine.”

Jack already had a much stronger buzz than he
felt comfortable with. He wanted to sober up, not party on. He
gently pushed the glass away. He didn’t push it hard or far, maybe
an inch from where it was. It was enough for Candy to miss the
glass and pour the wine right onto Jack’s lap.