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Legends that night or not. Mac had been right, Melanie had promised she’d be careful and it had done her no good. She still ended up a victim, albeit a lucky one so far. But as she recalled her pale face and still body, she new she couldn’t sit at home tonight doing nothing. Besides, she thought, the other attacks were several weeks apart, so she felt relatively safe attending the club again tonight and maybe next weekend.
    As she dressed in a short white skirt and a blue and white crop top, she justified her actions by telling herself that Melanie would, and did, the same thing for someone she loved. Tonight, she wore a bra and plain white panties. She hoped having more underclothes on would protect her from portraying her attraction if she happened to see either of the detectives again tonight.
    Ella rehearsed her plan all the way to the club. Sit at the bar, sip one drink, and keep her eyes peeled for any suspicious moves while watching for Sam or Mac. If she saw either of them, make a beeline for the ladies room or the exit.
    Her same seat at the bar was vacant, and the same redhead smiled at her as she sat down. “Welcome back. Rum and coke?” she asked.
    “Thank you. You have a good memory.”
    “Comes with years of experience. I’m Cathy.” Sliding her drink across, she held out her hand.
    “Ella,” she replied shaking her hand. “So you’ve worked here a long time?”
    “Here for about a year, but I’ve bartended for about five years now. Holler when you’re ready for a refill.”
    As she moved away to fill an order, Ella turned on her stool, sipping her drink, and surveying the crowd. She loved people watching, and there was an abundance to take in at a place like this. She turned down several offers to dance, instead keeping an eye on women’s drinks, watching for any sleight of hand that might indicate someone slipping something in. She saw the same guy Mac had pulled her away from last night. He nodded politely to her but kept his distance. She couldn’t blame him after the way Mac had acted. Watching him dance with a tall brunette, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would have gotten lucky last night if it hadn’t been for that pesky detective.
    Although, she had to admit as she sipped her drink and eyed the stranger’s sexy dance moves, Mac was the better looking of the two. Plus, there was something about him and his partner that made her cream her panties. Just the thought of the two of them…
    Ella jumped, startled out of her daydream by a hard hand clamped around her arm. One of the objects of her lustful musings glared angrily at her out of dark eyes.
    Leaning down, Sam snarled in her ear, “Get your fucking ass up and come with me.”
    Ella didn’t argue. She wanted to help not hinder their investigation. Blowing their cover could only set them back weeks and land her in a world of trouble. This time she followed meekly until they got outside, and then she tried to pull away from her angry escort.
    “I’ll leave, I promise,” she said as he pulled her towards the parking lot.
    “Yes, you will, and this time, I’ll make sure you don’t come back.”
    Ella glared up at him as they reached her car, forgetting her good intentions. “How do you propose to do that, Detective?” she asked sarcastically.
    “Like this.”
    Before Ella realized his intent, he had her face down over his muscled left arm, her skirt flipped up and her panties down. Mortified, excited, and turned on, she cried out frantically, “Wait!” but she was too late. Sam’s hand came down hard on her bare ass, the slap and her shriek resounding in the parking lot.
    “Be quiet,” he ordered as he smacked her again and again. “Mac is making sure no one comes to your aid. A good hard spanking is common at this club, so don’t expect any reprieve.”
    Ella could do nothing but gasp as his hand fell hard and fast, covering her ass and thighs so thoroughly she couldn’t feel anything but heated pain, utter