This was a long vent with fewer turns, it must branch off the main system in order to supply the various barracks. Her theory was confirmed when they ...ame to a three-way split, and she stopped to consider. The engineer began to tap at his tablet computer again, but she waved for him to stop.“No need, I can feel the humidity coming down the vent, it’s this way.”She picked the center tunnel, and shuffled down into the darkness, her handheld torch dimmed by a distinct mist in the stale air. The. Denke? Please be in the main hall in thirty minutes. Fresh clothes are outside your door.”“Yeah,” he called out and rubbed at his tired eyes.Fifteen minutes later, he was as ready as he was going to get. A quick check in the mirror confirmed that the provided clothes did not quite fit. Black pants and a black, leather vest chased in scarlet thread clung to his body like a second skin. He wondered if that had been a deliberate choice by his demonic hostess.“Nice look, Captain Tightpants,” he. One guy started kissing her tonguing her mouth. She started to love the attention. As he kissed her, he began to feel her huge tits. She wore a sexy little bra across her large mounds. He put his hand up her top and into the bra. He rubbed the nipples making them hard and plump. Another guy got behind her and raised her skirt showing an ass in a skimpy thong. Two guys were rubbing her ass. She was getting very turned on. They then pulled off the little thong and next her top. In a second her. He swore, “Oh shit.”Mike reached into his coat and pulled out a cell phone. He dialed a number and waited for an answer.He said, “Dispatch, I am Detective Mike Saperstein. I need two cars dispatched to a location.”“I don’t have the address. It’s the strip club where we had the explosion and fire a couple weeks ago.”“I want them parked across the street from the strip club.”“Let them know that I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”Mike closed his cell phone. He said, “I’ve got to be going.”“You never.