Monroe was a tall, slender blonde. Her taste for high-end fashion caused her many woes.
Every opportunity she got, she danced around in her Louis Vuitton heels at the local nightclub. Her chance meeting with Clint, a short stocky construction company owner, might’ve been fate.
She pressed up against him on the dance floor, laid her head on his shoulder, and as the two swayed back and forth, Clint noticed her lizard-like tongue from the corner of his eye. She playfully licked beneath his jaw line, up and down his neck. Chills shot through his body. She twirled around, stopped and took him by the hand. “Come with me.”
He tugged at his belt buckle, strutting behind her, they left.
“You live here?” He asked.
“So!” She skipped backwards looking in his direction. “Stay a few feet behind me.”
“It’s a storage unit.” He said.
“It’s free. My friend works here.” Stopping at one of the larger units, she bent down, unhooked the latch and sent the door rattling upwards. Once inside, she flipped the switch on a battery powered light, revealing the apartment like setup.
“Amazing.” Clint wrapped his arms around her hips. The two locked lips, falling backwards onto her air mattress. And… it wasn’t long before Clint was on his way out the door. “Call me.” Placing his thumb to his ear, his pinky finger closer to his lips.
Monroe shrugged. “No phone.”
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He slumped down in the chair, his hands cuffed behind him. “Take these off!” He pleaded.
“You don’t get the luxury of comfort!” The detective placed his hands on the table, his coffee fueled breath caused a quick closure of Clint’s eyelids. “We have a missing girl and surveillance video of you following her!”
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