Cole And The Demon Season 1 By Danco4real – Classicpluz.com
“What?! No! You got carried away, very carried
away, but everything is fine. No one needs to
Penny cried for several minutes before regaining
her composure. “I need time to figure myself out,”
Penny said. “Until then, I think it would be best if
we don’t see each other. And we should never
speak of it again.”
Cole nodded in agreement. “I think you’re right. It
would be for the best.”
Penny looked at Cole. “You know what bothers
me the most about this?”
“I actually enjoyed what I was doing… the
thought of that… scares me.”
“Well, s-x is meant to be enjoyed. You just need
to slow things way down next time. Besides, it
wasn’t all bad for me either. If it wasn’t for my
‘condition’, I wouldn’t have had any problems
being tied up and ravaged.”
Penny smiled as she wiped away her tears. “That
makes me feel a little better. Thank you for taking
this so well. I was afraid of how you’d act around
“Don’t worry about it.”
Cole rose from the couch. “I must get going.
Vince is waiting for me in the car.”
Cole opened the front door and turned back to
Penny. “I expect to see your smiling face when I
arrive for work Monday.”
Penny smiled. “You got it, Detective. Harvey!”
Cole closed the door behind him and returned to
“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming
back,” Vince said.
“Sorry, let’s go. I need something to put my mind
“What better way to do that than to see some
“Have fun, gentleman,” the muscular bouncer
grunted to Cole and Vince as they entered the
gentleman’s club named “The Industrial Strip”.
The place was packed, typical of a Friday night.
Lights were dim except those glaring on the two
small round stages at each end of the main floor
and a larger half circle main stage in the center.
At each stage, a sexy, scantily-clad dancer
worked their respective pole.
They scouted the room for somewhere to sit. The bar ran the full length of the back wall and was
completely packed with patrons absorbing drinks.
The small tables far from the stages where also
occupied, usually by couples, or by men who had
negotiated a table session with one of the lovely
As Cole scanned the interior, he noticed a variety
of dancers chatting-up potential customers, each
with her own unique offering. Petite, thick, curvy,
tall, short, white, black, brown — something here
for any man’s taste. That is, unless that man had
developed an acquired taste for the supernatural,
as Cole had.
“I see two seats at the main stage — hurry up!”
They pushed through the crowded dive and took
cushioned seats at the main stage. The dancer on
stage, a cute brunette in a tiny white string bikini,
smiled and made her way to the newcomers. She
shook her round, bubbly bottom at them, then
stretched her garter out invitingly for
“See!” Vince said, as he stuffed a dollar in the
dancer’s garter, “This was just what you needed,
“I guess,” Cole said loudly over the deafening
music, also forking-over his dollar.
Several dancers came and went as they sat. Vince
was obviously enjoying himself more than Cole,
as evidenced by his ample alcohol consumption
and the dozens of dollar bills that escaped his
Cole had too much on his mind to focus on the
scantily clad performers. Maria’s killer was almost
within his grasp. Then there was the scene this
morning in the shower with Zafira. He wondered,
what was that kiss about? It seemed… genuine.
At least the issues with Penny were hopefully
resolved, but Cole still felt all too guilty about
how things turned out.
“Hey! Stop sitting there like a lump and start
enjoying yourself!” Vince said with a topless
dancer in his lap, snapping Cole out of his
“Let’s give a big round of applause for Vanessa!”
the DJ announced, signaling the sexy, big-
breasted blonde that her stage time was over.
She retreated from Vince’s lap, gathered her bra
and money that had been thrown on stage, then
disappeared behind the curtain.
“You’re really dragging me down, Cole. You never
used to be like this when we were in college. Hell,
you were the rowdy one.”
“And you have had too much to drink. Give me
“Fine, better safe than sorry,” Vince said, handing
over his keys.
To Be Continued