He rolled off of her, both of their bodies drenched in sweat.. the old, rent by the hour room was now filled with their smells.. sex, sweat, and a few cigarettes.

he looked at her body, young, hard, her raven hair flowing under her back.. her breasts rlaxing on a well toned chest....sweat dripping down her chest to her stomach, and finally the wonderful place he called home just a few minutes earlier..

the phone rang.. the night manager letting them know his 3 hours were up.. unless he wanted to pay another 40 bucks, it was time for him to go..

Manny stood up with his back toward her, she ran her fingers down hs back to his scar.. then they stopped.. she purreda bit, and kissed it... he felt himself getting hard again.. but it was time to go.

The police arrived at the club about 10  minutes after Manny had left.. witnesses telling their tales, security cameras flickering with the images..

Detective Tony didnt need tosee the video, he knew who he was dealing with.. a roughe ex cop with a chip on his shoulder, no matter how mane-believe he thought that chip was.. he knew Manny thought it was real enough..

Tony was a detective on the brink of retirement, 60 ish, with no hair, t-shirt and jeans barely covering his obese frame..

The lifeless eyes of the stripper stared at the detective..

"Tell me about it honey" he whispered to the dead stripper..

"We have the scene secure sir" a young policeman said to the detective..

Detective Tony looked up at the policeman.. young, obviously a rookie..

"you seen anything like this before son??"

"No sir, no I havent"

"Well as long as his 'other side' is out, we will have a lot more than this.."

Manny sat in the drivers seat looking straight ahead.. he looked down in his hand at the keys to his car.. he then stared at the woman next to him..

He had no idea who the fuck she was.

She smiled at him all the same.. she didnt know, nor did she understand..

she caught him staring.. at her breasts.. and his mouth fell open slightly as he let out a scream.