Selling Satisfaction by Ashley Beale

cannot see how anyone wants an overused vagina around their dick. It sickens me.
    "Anyways," I change back to our original topic. "I am still working on everything, but I'm sure I'll have a lot more for you after next Wednesday."
    "Right. Mona, is it?" He winks as he sits up straight, grabbing for his hat. "I would suggest finding out what her real name is. We're not getting that information. We know there is Mona, Chasity, Honey, Bella, and of course the ever so sweet Kandy. You have any plans figured out about what y'all gonna talk about?"
    I roll my eyes. "I was planning on acting a bit drunk, that way I can break down about my fake break up and whine like a little bitch."
    Jeff roars with laughter. "You'll probably fit in with a good portion of the guys she's been with then." He knocks his fist onto the wood of my desk before heading away from it, but I stop him before he gets too far.
    "Hey, know of any good deep sea fishing places?"
    He thinks on it a moment, but before he says anything, another detective peeks around the corner. "Call Crest Charters, ask about Reef and Wreck trips. They're amazing. It's about a forty minute drive from here, but well worth it. I'll give you the number if you need."
    I can't think of the detective’s name, but I thank him for the information. Jeff shakes his head with amusement. "Bringing Mona out fishing, or killing her and throwing her body in the sea?"
    “I have a friend that lives in the condo I do, and she's never been fishing... at least, she can't recall ever fishing. I wanted to give it a try with her."
    "Nothing fancier than a fishing date." He laughs while walking down the hall. For doing our line of work, he is always a down to earth guy, apparently a happy one at that. I commend him for being able to keep a smile on his face with all the things I know he must've seen by now, being the age he is. I don't have time to correct him it's not a date, but if I'm being honest with myself, I don't want to correct him. I kind of like the thought of it. Maybe I can find something else to do before or after, depending on how long the trip is.
    A few hours into paperwork, I feel a headache coming on. Mainly from the soft buzzing sound the light gives off, or the fact that every paragraph I read, I have to re-read because I'm stuck thinking about Brenna. Even the description of one of Kandy's girls sounds exactly like Brenna. At that point I have to rub my eyes, pushing the paper aside. My thoughts turn to her in all the oddest situations and for the dammest reasons. I can't keep doing this to myself. She is unattainable, at least for now, and I have work to do.
    A knock comes on my door only seconds before it's being pushed open. Chief pops his head in, and I smile when I see that he has a little bit of mustard in his perfectly coiffed mustache. "Got a minute?" He asks.
    "I do." Cracking my fingers, I stand to walk around the desk, glad to have this paperwork pushed away. Maybe he has something better, or at the very least something more distracting.
    Walking in he hands me a decently thick folder filled entirely of more paperwork. I hold back my groan, hoping it has nothing to do with this case- or everything to do with the case, so I can finally head home. "Nothing major," he starts to explain. I flip open the front and see a mug shot of someone and the description next to him. "These are the most recent reports of warrants out. I know you're not a patrol officer, but next weekend I'm going to need you to head down to Tampa. These men are located anywhere from Escambia County to Hillsborough County. So when you head down there, you see any of these guys, call it in will ya? Jeff has copies too. I wouldn't normally do this, but they're wanted for more than just some civil cases."
    My head spins. "Why am I heading down to Tampa?" I don't mention that is when I was planning on taking Brenna out fishing. I don't know her schedule and which days she'd be able to go, but I do know that the