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more, she wants the job,” Bennett
said. “Jason was a friend of hers too.”
    Dalton shook his head but couldn’t think of a good argument
against the captain’s pick. Suzi was good at her job, but he hated to
think of the petite, irreverent woman at that club.
    “I’ve made up my mind and you have two choices,” the captain
stated. “You can deal with your current cases and stay out of this
investigation or I’ll put you on extended leave. What’s it gonna be?”
    God, Dalton wanted to tell his boss what he could do with
his current cases. Resigned, he told the captain what he wanted to hear. “Okay,
I’ll hit my caseload. But once you get the goods on these guys, I want to be in
on the bust.”
    Bennett nodded. “That I can promise you.”
    Dalton strode out of the office, leaving the door open.
Sure, he’d handle his current cases and give the department their forty-hour
week, but his hours off the job were his own. Nothing was going to get in the
way of his avenging Jason.
    Tonight he’d go through his partner’s journal in an effort
to understand submissiveness. Dalton had survived his previous assignments by
immersing himself in his undercover identity. Somehow he’d have to find a way
to disguise his natural aggressiveness even if it meant practicing wimpy body
language in front of the mirror. Before the week was out, Dalton planned to
make the acquaintance of Jason’s Mistress Tori.
    * * * * *
    Domino matched her stride to Tori’s confident, long-limbed
pace as the girl took her on a “behind the scenes” tour of the Xecutive Branch
sex club.
    With Tori’s recommendation and her own extensive prep work,
Dom had aced her job interview and was the club’s newest “counselor”, the
management’s euphemism for a dominatrix. They’d bought Dom’s cover as a
political science major who was returning to college for her advanced degree.
Now, dressed in a studded leather cat suit and spiked heels—an outfit that was
so not her—the DEA agent was going through the club’s surrealistic
version of new employee orientation.
    “Xecutive Branch is open 24/7,” Tori explained in a quiet
voice as they walked the club’s maze of white-walled corridors. “It’s never
closed and never raided by the cops since the customers are the most
connected, wealthiest men and women in the city.”
    “Women?” Domino asked.
    “Sure.” Tori shot her an amused glance. “You think men have
the market cornered on kinky sex?”
    They walked past a white-garbed hulk of a man who was
guarding a reinforced metal door. Tori nodded to him and waited until they were
out of his hearing to continue her commentary.
    “That was the door to the elevator for the underground
parking garage,” Tori said. “For an extra ten thousand a year, customers can
get a pass-card that lets them into the garage and up to this restricted
entrance.”
    “Ten grand a year?” Domino couldn’t imagine coming up with
that in addition to the club’s twenty-five thousand dollar annual fee. The
Xecutive Branch was set up as an all-inclusive, no-tipping private club to
skirt laws prohibiting the exchange of money for sex acts.
    “That’s peanuts to most of our customers,” Tori said.
“Still, even with the restricted entrance, some of them dress in disguise. They
don’t want to risk being blackmailed.”
    A mental image of the Senate’s Majority Whip, sneaking out
of the club’s secret elevator dressed in a trench coat and Groucho Marx
disguise, flashed through Dom’s mind. She grinned.
    Tori stopped before a door sporting a simple plaque that
read, “Female Staff Only”. Gesturing for Domino to follow, she walked through
the door into a clean, high-ceilinged locker room. The spacious place resembled
the facilities at a high-priced fitness club. Two women, apparently having
showered after ending their shifts, were changing into the street clothes
they’d stashed in their lockers. Tori introduced them.
    “Hey, guys, this is Domino.