While she was a hardworking woman and constantly applying for new cases every day, she was quite the mess as well. Despite having just caught the guy that she'd been after for weeks now, and instead of taking care of him right away and getting it over with, she went back inside the cafe. Walked right up to the bar counter while tugging the hulking criminal behind her, who followed without any resistance since he was rather curious to see why she was going back to order another drink before leaving. The drink she asked for was a: 'sex on the beach'. She drank it all up, swallowing the sweet liquid. Visible bulges moved down her throat as she rushed herself to finish it.
''Can I have another one?'' She asked the bartender soon after placing the glass down gently on the bench top. Unfortunately for her, the bartender was currently busy with another client.
''One sec.'' He said to her.
''No problem.'' She answered with a kind voice.
''You're a train wreck,'' Richard told her with a rather mean but honest voice. She turned to him while playfully biting the tip of an orange slice that came with her drink.
''Such a messy train wreck,'' Richard kept telling her.
''Thank you. At least, I'm something I suppose,'' she rifled back at him. Nobody in the bar seemed to pay much attention to the fact that the odd couple was handcuffed to one another. Perhaps a few patrons noticed it, but didn't care too much or simply thought they were a very 'kinky' couple as Cynthia had joked a little earlier.
''You really think I'm going to follow you to the police station without resisting? Look at my tail. I was just trying to scare you earlier. If I wanted it, you'd be on a hospital bed by now. I could kill you right away if that was my desire. Free me and let me fuck you right now or I'll get mad,'' Richard angrily, but softly, whispered into her ear. She listened to what he had to say but seemed far more interested in molesting the slice of orange with the delicate tip of her tongue.
''Wait a sec, hold on, you really think I'm going to waste my precious time by walking you all the way to the police department myself? I've got another job waiting for me tonight. I'm quite busy. No. I've already been paid. See...'' She told him while grabbing her cellphone and turning it to him.
''What?'' He then saw what she wanted him to see. It was a transaction receipt. A payment had just been made into her account. A reward for capturing him. She had earned one thousand credits for completing this job.
''See? I just got paid. And you're done.'' And as soon as the word 'done' had finished escaping her sensual lips, a full squadron of S.W.A.T. officers stormed the place. The customers within the bar entered into a full panic, screamed, ran, and hid. The S.W.A.T. agents all had their assault rifles pulled on them.
''Put your hands in the air!'' They ordered the Saurius criminal. Some of the officers were Humans and others were Saurius from different dinosaur species. The whole squad had Richard in their sights. He was trapped.
The Ankylosaurus raised both of his arms in the air and noticed that he was still handcuffed, but no longer felt the weight of the cunning broad. He turned his head only to discover that she had disappeared. She was completely gone, and Richard was left dumbfounded and handcuffed to a metal pole on the side of the bar.
***
Speaking of a metal pole, there were plenty more of them awaiting her at the location of her second job. After closing the case with that criminal, she made sure not to be 'too late' for her shift at the strip club.
Lots of bright lights pulsed and illuminated the dark, back end street. Tonight, there appeared to be several photographers flashing their cameras at the front of the establishment. Probably preparing media material for the club's upcoming promotions. While she always made a decent effort at arriving on time, as usual, she ended up 'clocking on' nearly twenty minutes after the scheduled start of her performance. Much to the ever-growing dismay of her boss, of course. He menaced to fire her again... Which wasn't even a possible outcome in her mind. She walked to him after undressing, removing her detective clothes and putting on her stage outfit. She kissed her boss on the cheek while finishing to dress herself. Her boss wasn't Human, he was a Saurius with green skin. He mostly looked like a salamander. A dirty Amphibian looking creature that stood much shorter than the muscular, Ankylosaurus she had dated earlier that evening. This was the second time tonight that she stood this close to a Saurius. While the tingling sensation she felt earlier in the bar was gone, for the most part, she was still in an incredibly fertile phase. Her womb was still very much ready for inter-species breeding. If something was to happen tonight, it would be extremely dangerous for her, an impregnation would be unavoidable.
''Don't worry, I'll make a bigger effort next time not to be late again,'' she said to him.
''Don't play with me, darling. Kissing me on the cheek won't do it this time. The price for getting here this late will be...'' He told her before getting accidentally interrupted by the booming voice of the club's announcer over the speaker system.
''And now, I need you all to get excited about our next star...''
''Sorry, that's my cue. Need to work. See yah.'' She said while kissing him again, this time on his other cheek. She turned around with a spring in her step, left the tiny backstage of the establishment and truly went to work this time.
***
''Let's all get ready for: The Blue Heart.'' The announcer continued to hype her initial arrival to the stage. This stage name was of course inspired by her naturally blue hair and the also natural, yet odd shapes of her areolae. She didn't run. She sensually walked on stage, swaying her hefty hips, as the bright lights of the club were shone strongly on her almost naked body. She walked towards the metallic blue striptease pole she usually picked for her dancing.
Many Saurius and Humans filled the seats surrounding the stage. Indecent exposure, and public masturbation was perfectly legal in the city. However, the strip clubs had a special rule enforced. 'All audience members must freely pleasure themselves during the live performances'. It was intended to help maintain a highly sexual atmosphere. Most of the viewers already had their erect cocks in hand and almost simultaneously began to stroke as The Blue Heart first touched her favorite pole.
She smiled to her dear audience as she jumped in the air, spinning around her pole.