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Private Investigators - New York (State) - New York,
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closet yourself, Burke? Good timing. Rejji was due for a punishment tonight anyway.
When I do, youll be the first to know, Cyn, I told her, playing off her long-standing jokeif thats what it wasthat I was hiding my true nature from myself.
Youre so lucky, she hissed at the brunette, who shivered her bottom in mock terror.
Cyn
Yeah, I know. Business. Sit down over there and tell us what you want.
* * *
W hen I was done talking, Cyn said, I dont think youre looking for a risk-taker. She glanced over at Rejji, who was sitting next to her on the loveseat. They were holding hands.
Thats right, Rejji said. Its all about the lines.
I looked from one to the other, waiting for them to decide who should lay it out for me. On their Web site, Rejji spent a lot of time being disciplined by Cyn; thats what their customers paid for. Cyn owned Rejji. They lived in a world you could look in on, provided your debit card had enough for the ticket. But all that would let you see was a small slice of the globelike the tiny little tattoo on Rejjis right hip, or the dog collar she wore on special occasions. The rest of itthe never-for-sale partwas that they loved each other. I didnt know what they did when they were off camera; I didnt know where the acting started or stopped. But I knew the love was unscripted.
Our accounts had been squared years ago; I was there to put myself back in their debt. There was never a question in my mind that theyd tell me whatever they knew. And not because the pendulum is always swinging, and they might need me again someday. Thats the way it is in Pryces world, but even he knew he couldnt buy his way into this one.
You know how it works, Cyn began. We dont do stillsjust our video library and some real-time. Pre-pays only. The client sends in the scene he wants, and we play it for him. Weve got a lot of stuff stored. Usually, we can just click-click and theyre watching what they asked for. Sometimes, over a thousand of them at the same timelike an afternoon matinee. Subscribers get a discount, and we pay a lot of money for the encryption.
Theyre not all men, Rejji put in, and caught a look from Cyn. Well, theyre not, she said, pouting. One woman, she always asks for
Hes not here about that, Cyn said, more sharply than before. She turned to me, said, Everyone in our business has a line, okay? A client asks for
well, it doesnt matter, just something you dont want to do. So you say no. Sometimes, thats it. Sometimes, they offer you more money. After all, we do it for money, so, the way people like them think
I get it.
With me and Rejji, regulars know betteryou dont even ask. And for newbies, its right on our site: Just click the Dont Even Go There! banner and you get an Out of Bounds list. Ignore that even once, youre barred for life. But some stuff, well, its marginal, and we have to make a judgment call.
I made a like what? gesture.
Lots of clients want to see naughty-schoolgirl stuff. Thats okay, but if the dialogue goes wrong
I know! Rejji said. Like that foul
Shhh, Cyn said, patting the other girls thigh tenderly. He wanted Rejji to be a little schoolgirl, she explained. I mean, shes never going to look like some ten-year-old, not built the way she is, but this client wanted her to talk like one. And I wasnt supposed to be the headmistress of her school; I was supposed to be her nanny.
I know you didnt just let that one
If youve got more than a screen namelike say a credit cardits amazing what kind of information the feds can come up with, Cyn said, solemnly. Apparently, enough for a search warrant.
I bowed slightly, said: Beautiful. But I need to go darker than that one.
They exchanged looks.
Youre looking for a kid? Rejji finally
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