Scottsdale Heat: a romantic light-hearted murder mystery (Laura Black Mysteries Book 1) by B A Trimmer Read Free Book Online Page A

ground her privates against his. Actually, it looked like the perfect date for a premature ejaculator.
    A dozen men and four women were seated at the bar, which ran the entire length of one wall. Alex was near the end of the bar, drinking a beer, and occasionally glancing up at the girl on stage. The two big guys from the Lincoln were at a booth near the bar. Looking closer, they didn’t act like police or trained professionals, more like hired thugs.
    I went to a booth against the far wall. Looking down at it in the dim light, I silently hoped it had been wiped down recently.
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    In less than a minute, a waitress appeared. She was in her early twenties, had olive skin, brown eyes, and loose black hair hanging well below her shoulders. Her eyes were gunked up with too much make-up, but perhaps that had more to do with her stage act than anything else. She was dressed in a string bikini top and a pair of red leather hot pants. I ordered a ginger ale and asked her if they served any food.
    “There’s a full menu starting at 4:00, mostly steaks and seafood, some of the best around,” she said in a wistful Betty Boop voice. “This time of day we have salads that come out of a bag. We also have what I like to call the Heart Attack Special. That’s a platter of deep fried onion rings, deep-fried zucchini, and deep fried mushrooms – along with a bowl of ranch to dip them in. Or, we have a hot dog and chips for three dollars. We sell a lot of those. Can I get you one?”
    “Umm, sure,” I said, not exactly wanting a hot dog, but the energy bars had stopped keeping the hunger away some time ago and I needed something. I was starting to get light-headed.
    The girl on stage had just finished dancing and another girl came on, a tall reedy redhead. The pulsing rock music started again and she began to swing her long hair, thrust her hips, and dance to the beat of the music. Men lined up against the stage for the chance to slip a dollar into her garter.
    The waitress came back with the pop and the hot dog. I glanced over and made sure Alex was still at the bar. He was on his second beer but otherwise hadn’t moved. I had a bite of the hot dog and it wasn’t bad. I took a sip of the ginger ale and my mouth puckered. It had a strong taste of plastic from whatever bucket they’d just dipped it out of.
    The music from one song had died down and another one started up. As soon as it started, there was a general yell of excitement from the crowd and several additional men walked toward the stage. The music was apparently a cue for something special the regulars knew was about to happen.
    I looked over to the stage and did a double take. There were seven or eight guys standing against the stage with their stiff Johnnies poking out of their pants. The guys were holding them proudly and everyone was laughing and smiling.
    As the music pounded out, the girl on stage beckoned for one man to come closer. As he came against the stage, she got down on her belly, hung her head over the side, and started go down on the man. The girl clearly knew what she was doing and the guy was clearly enjoying it. After she had performed four or five long slow strokes on the guy, she bit off the end of his pecker and spit it into the crowd. This act of genital mutilation was greeted with cheers and applause.
    What the hell?
    The girl on stage called for another man. He approached and she began to go down on him too. I looked again and noticed a woman was standing against the stage. Like the men, she was standing there with a stiff pecker in her hand.
    Then the truth dawned on me. They weren’t holding trouser snakes in their hands. They were holding hot dogs . I looked down at my half-eaten lunch and my stomach gave an involuntary twist.
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    The hot dog girl finished her act and scampered behind the curtain. I looked over at Alex, now on his third beer. The music started up again. Alex’s face brightened and he began to clap. The next girl was