Hooked

By Jim Daddio

An erotic psychological thriller that digs deep into the minds of those who are trapped in world of adult entertainment. It’s not only the customers who are hooked, but the exotic dancers who can’t escape the world they live in.

A.J. Danelli is a homicide detective on the Hillsborough County Sheriff’s department in Tampa, Florida. He recently went through a nasty divorce and finds himself drowning in alcohol and self-pity. And at the same time, he is introduced to the world of the exotic dancer. He has fallen into the dark world of the ‘lap dance.’ He is hooked on a dancer named Sunset.

As the story unfolds, A.J. is giving a deposition to the District Attorney. He tells his story on how he became hooked on an exotic dancer, and at the same time, reviews the investigation him and his partner did to track a serial killer before he kills again.

A.J. confronts the killer. The maniac has Sunset. In a wild and gripping ending, A.J. comes face to face with the killer and at the same time he must face his own demons. He realizes he has something in common with the killer. They both are “Hooked”.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melange Books, LLC
• Release date: Jun 19, 2018
• ISBN: 9781680466522

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Chapter One

Nothing ever bothered Jack Clinton. He was a low key, quiet man, who worked hard and kept to himself. He had been employed at EncoLube for fifteen years, not missing a day. He was never promoted or cared about it. Jack was the head mechanic and did his job well. He liked hockey and pro football. Both violent sports. Didn’t like golf, tennis, hunting, fishing or baseball. Jack called them pussy sports.

Jack seldom dated, and if he did, it was because a fellow worker fixed him up. If the dates weren’t interested in sex right away, he wouldn’t call them back. It they were, he would have sex with them a few times and then never call back or return their calls. He loved the porn sites on his computer. He spent hours every night watching young woman having sex with men and better yet, with other women.

When he got horny enough he would go to his favorite strip club and then to a massage parlor that specialized in young, Asian girls. He soon found out that for a price he could get all the sex he needed. It was much better than spending a long night with a date wondering if he would get any action.

He wore his brown hair long, just above his shoulders. He had a thick mustache, and thick eyelashes. He was just over six feet tall, thin, but solid. Some girls thought he was a good-looking man. He couldn’t care less. He was single and liked being alone. Fellow workers found it hard to understand, how at thirty-seven, he had never been married. He would laugh it off and change the subject.

Jack was a private man. He liked his freedom and the fact he had to answer to anyone but himself. He didn’t have family or close friends. If anyone at work tried to get close, the other workers would let him know Jack wasn’t interested. He was a loner and that was that, until the day Janet Marshall came into the shop to get an oil change.

Misses Marshall, what can we do for you today?

An oil change.

How about our ten-check special. We check everything including brakes, tire pressure and about everything else, and, it’s on special. Only ten dollars more.

Sounds good. How long?

Give me an hour and look for me. Name is Jack.

Okay. I have a friend picking me up. We’ll do a little shopping and be back.

Anything I should know about? she asked when she came back.

No, ma’am. The car is in tiptop shape.

She smiled, extended her hand and said, Janet Marshall.

He grabbed it. Jack Clinton.

She held on for a few seconds. She continued to smile. For a second Jack felt she was coming on to him. She handed him her driver’s license and credit card. According to her driver’s license, she was thirty-two.

A few papers lying on the seat of the car, indicated she had her own interior design business. Some papers were addressed to Miss Janet Marshal.

After she paid, he followed her to her car and opened the car door. They exchanged small talk. Jack knew she was flirting with him. She wasn’t that attractive. He studied her for a few minutes. She was short, a little overweight, short blonde hair and blue eyes. She had bright white teeth, a large smile, and large breasts tucked firm and full in her bra. He liked big breasts.

Later that night he drove by the address listed on her driver’s license. He was impressed with her large house, hidden at the end of a cul-de-sac, on a tree-lined street. He had to find a reason to call. As it turned out, he didn’t have to.

He answered his phone. Jack, this is Janet Marshall.

He snapped, Anything wrong with the car?

Oh, no. I am having a few people over this Sunday for a cook-out and I was wondering if you could come over.

Sure. What time?

Say around five.

I’ll be there.

Two months later, a Justice of the Peace married them. Neither wanted a large wedding.

Jack Clinton and Janet Marshall had little in common. He was quiet, left her alone to do her work and never raised his voice. Neither wanted children.

Jack didn’t change his life much. He went to work at the same time every day and came home at the same time every night. The only difference was there was always a hot meal and an opportunity for sex waiting for him. He still watched every hockey and football game on TV. Plus, on occasion, his new wife would go out of town on business. He would spend the nights at his favorite strip joint or end up at a massage parlor.

He believed that alone made their marriage strong. When she returned, he would devour her with love making. She enjoyed his energy. He loved her large breasts and the fact she would do anything he asked her to do. He knew right away that she was unschooled when it came to sex, and Jack was a willing teacher. Most everything he did was new to her, and she became an eager student.

He settled in and decided this was his life, until one night something changed his thinking. He went to a different nude dance club and couldn’t believe what the girls did. After several visits to Flashers, a nude dance club in Tampa, Jack was spending hundreds a night. Sex at home with his new wife wasn’t enough. He needed the action the naked girls gave him. He was, as the dancers called, hooked.

He was running out of money. He had to find ways to get money from his wife. After dinner one night he said, Have a chance to buy an old ’Vette. Needs work, but if I could buy it, I could leave it at the shop, and work on it at night. Sell it and make a nice profit.

They let you do that?

Sure. Park it out back in the day and move it in at night.

Janet smiled. Yeah, but that means you’ll be working at night. Would that mean you’d be home later?

Some nights, but I’ll do most of the work when you travel.

Then buy it.

Somewhat short of cash. Hate to lose the opportunity.

How much?

Five grand. Sell it for ten.

Got a deal for you. I’ll give you the five. Give me back eight. You keep two, but first do that thing you do with your…you know…

Why Janet Marshall Clinton. You horny little bitch, you.

Jack watched as she spread her legs wide apart. He crawled down the bed and slid his tongue into her warm pussy. All he could think about was that the five grand could last a few months.

Chapter Two

The money went fast. Jack Clinton needed more. He sat in his favorite chair waiting for his wife to come into the family room. When she walked in he pressed the ‘mute’ button on the remote and said, Car needs more money than I thought. Not quite sure what to do. If I stop now, I don’t think we can get what we’ve got into it so far.

I’ve already given you eight thousand. What the heck is going on, Jack?

Parts are more expensive than I thought. I’m almost finished, though. Just a few more thousand.

If we go ten, how can we get our investment back?

We’ll get twelve, fourteen.

You said ten. Remember?

Come on, we’ll get it. We’ll take it to those car shows. We’ll put a price of fifteen and we’ll take thirteen. You’ll see.

When can I see it? You’ve been so secretive about it.

He stood up and pulled her close to him. He reached his hands under her dress and slid his fingers under her thin, silk panties. She tried to resist for a second, but smiled, knowing what he was going to do. He placed his face next to hers. Surprise, baby. I want to surprise you when I’m finished. Now, let me take you where you like to go.

She sighed and threw her head back. He had a way. She knew he got to her. She knew he could excite her and give her an indescribable feeling each time he made love to her. She always gave in. She whispered, Last thousand. Now, use that tongue of yours then fuck me hard.

Jack walked into the dark bar. He couldn’t wait. His wife had been gone for two days, and he was ready for his favorite dancer. Her stage name was Shana. He wondered what her real name was. He liked her because she was pure. Her breasts were real. Her lips and ass were real. Her face was beautiful, with a warm and sincere smile. Most of all, she liked him. He knew it. He watched as she was finishing her last dance on the stage. He studied her body as she danced to the loud, rock music. She was totally nude. Her long legs seemed longer from the high platform heels. He wondered how she could walk; forget about dancing and moving around the small stage. He studied her tight buns and firm thighs. He shook with excitement as he watched her hard stomach move in and out with the beat of the music. Then there were her breasts. Real, large, firm, but soft to the touch. He marveled at her smile and the way she acted while she did her routine. He counted the dollars that lined the floor. Twenty-two. He laid three dollars down and waited for her to come pick them up. When she bent down, she smiled, and then really lit up when she saw who it was. He felt his heart rate jump and a warm shiver run down his back.

She said, Jack…thanks…meet me over there. Give me a few minutes to freshen up.

I’ll be waiting.

Jack sat in the corner. He would wait for her. Several dancers came. A tall redhead said, Ready for a real lap dance?

No thanks.

She quickly turned and walked away. Two other girls came over and offered themselves. He would wait for Shana.

A few minutes later, Shana walked toward him. He immediately began to feel hot. She turned him on. She stood in front of him. She had on a small G-string and bathing suit top. She knew what he liked. She had worked on him for a few weeks and knew she had him hooked. She was in control and knew what to say and do. She tilted her head and said softly, Like my new outfit. I put it in on especially for you.

Oh, Jesus, yes.

Want me to undress and stand naked in front of you? Or do you want to do it?

Jack was breathing hard. He mumbled, You…you do it.

Slip a twenty in my strap here.

Jack leaned over and placed a twenty between the thin strap at her waist. She bent down and let her breasts fall against his face. She moved them slowly, then placed her hands behind his head and pushed his face in between her breasts. Jack shivered.

Shana stepped back and reached behind her and undid her top. Her breasts flipped out. Jack sighed and shook his head. He watched closely as she slipped out of her G-string. The twenty fell to the floor. Jack almost slipped off the couch as she rubbed her fingers across her naked body, stopping at all the right spots.

Still love it, Jack?

Jack could hardly answer. He reached out for her. She stepped back and said, Not yet…you haven’t seen it all. She turned around and bent over, placing her hands on her knees. All Jack could see was her tight ass and her beautiful shaved pussy. Jack couldn’t hold back any longer. He reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her hard down on his lap.

Shana let out a small yell and threw her head back laughing. She had him again. Hooked. She rotated her naked body around and around, feeling his hardness rubbing against her. She turned around and slammed her breasts into his face. He kissed her tits and licked her hard nipples.

She knew he was good for at least three dances. At twenty dollars a dance, plus the twenty he already gave her, and a tip, he would give her at least a hundred.

She slowed down her motion. Jack was breathing heavily. Suddenly she felt something. He had taken his hard penis out of his pants. She jumped back and shouted, What the fuck are you doing?

Jack didn’t respond. He smiled, rubbed his penis a few times and shot off.

Shana was upset. She said, I can’t believe you did that. God, you could get me fired.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I wanted you to see what you do to me.

Shana turned and started walking away, Don’t move. I’ll get a towel. Clean up the mess.

She came back and handed him the towel. He cleaned up, pulled up his zipper and stood up. Here. A hundred. You got to me, okay. He turned and walked away.

She wasn’t sure if the money was worth it. Then for a second, she had to laugh. She had him. He was beyond hooked.

Chapter Three

Jack Clinton was curious. He wanted to know more about his new wife. Although they had been married for over six months, he knew very little about her life before him. She was on one of her business trips, and he had decided to go through her desk in her home office to see what he could find. She had told him a few things about her business, but he was curious to know more. He knew she had her own interior design company and specialized in re-designing hotels and restaurants. On occasion she designed new construction. She employed one other lady and contracted out the construction work.

He wanted to know what kind of money the business brought in. He wanted to know just how much his new wife was worth. He had a feeling she had money, but he wanted to know more. He liked the fancy house and her new Lexus, although she never let him drive it. She always dressed well, and her clothes looked expensive. He was convinced she had more money than she let on.

Jack started by going through her drawers in her desk. None of them were locked. In the bottom, left side, he found several folders lined up neatly. That was her all right, he thought, neat as hell. He began flipping through the folders. He stopped at one labeled, ‘lottery.’ He pulled it out and opened it up. There was a newspaper article, which showed a picture of her with two other ladies. They had won the Florida Lottery, splitting six million dollars.

Jesus Christ…holy shit…fucking lottery! Jack screamed.

His mouth fell open. He read the article. He couldn’t believe what he was reading. She had won the lottery three years earlier.

Two million big ones…fucking lady is rich, all right, he screamed again. He wondered why she hadn’t told him. Maybe afraid he would have married her for her money. He wondered if she would every tell him.

He sat motionless for a few minutes. His mind was racing with excitement. He replaced the folder and began flipping through the rest. What other surprises did she have in here, he thought? He saw a folder marked, ‘House papers.’ He pulled it out. It contained the deed to the house. He studied the papers. The house was paid for. Jack figured the house was worth over five hundred thousand dollars.

What else, man, he said. He began furiously flipping through the rest of the folders. He noticed one labeled, ‘Bank 2’. He yanked it out. Inside was a bankbook. He ripped it open. He couldn’t believe what he saw. There was a balance of over two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

He went into the other folders. His hands were sweaty. Another was marked, ‘Insurance’. It slipped out of his hands. When it hit the floor, it flipped open and staring him in the face was a million-dollar life insurance policy naming him as beneficiary. His name seemed to jump out at him.

Jack was having trouble breathing. He was almost afraid to pull out the folder marked, ‘Will.’ He slowly reached for it. He knew what he wanted the will to say. He was right. It was dated a few weeks earlier. She had recently updated her will, naming him as sole beneficiary to all her assets, including her business, which was valued at seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Jack Clinton was a rich man. Almost. She still controlled the money. Everything was in her name.

He read the other folders. The new Lexus she had just bought was marked, ‘paid in full.’ The papers were all there, including the title. Janet Marshall was a very wealthy woman, worth millions. And Jack wanted a way to get his share, now. Not fifty years from now when he was too old to enjoy it.

Jack sat in the kitchen drinking a cold beer. He was shaken from what he had learned. He had fallen into it all right. He had married a millionaire. She had it all. Her business was booming. She had more jobs than she could handle. He had read that a large design company in Orlando had offered her a million dollars for her company. The way he read it, and he wasn’t quite sure what it meant, but he figured they wanted to pay her for her name. So, they could say, ‘designed by Janet Marshall.’

He gulped down the beer and grabbed another. His mind was racing. She’s got to tell me, he thought. Better yet, he had to get his hands on some of this cash. He had to get her to make him co-signer for that second bank account. She has to let me in.

He guzzled another beer. He talked aloud. Lottery…Jesus…lottery. Fucking millions. Owns everything outright…and I ain’t got shit.

Jack needed to celebrate. He knew how, too. He hurried to his favorite club. Even though he had been there two days earlier he wanted to share his good news. He needed his naked lady sitting on his lap, grinding her tight body into his groin. He needed his fix.

He quickly spotted the girl he wanted. He had been alternating between Shana and Sunset, but he had made the decision to stick with Sunset. He liked her cute style. He liked her young and silly attitude. But most of all, he liked her smooth soft skin. He watched for a minute, admiring her as she paraded around the room totally nude, stopping and asking the men if they wanted a special lap dance. He couldn’t wait. He didn’t want to lose her to someone else. He quickly fought through the crowd and called her name.

She stopped, turned toward him and smiled. She knew he was good for at least sixty dollars, maybe more. It had been a slow night and two new blonde girls with large, fake breasts had been in demand. She had done only a few lap dances and was below her minimum. She reached out and grabbed his hand and said, "Jack…come