CHAPTER FIVE

Mica311: I love your pics.

SuePat842: Thank you. R yours real? They look 2 good 2 b true.

Mica311: Aww thx. Real, real. I work out a lot.

SuePat842: It shows. I'm a bit intimidated. Don't really go to the gym.

Mica311: It doesn't matter. Ur beautiful.

SuePat842: We've been texting for a while. Maybe time to meet?

Mica311: Sounds good. Riley's Pub on Magazine? 7 tomorrow nite?

SuePat842: I can do that. See you then.

Mica311: Can't wait.

Riley's Pub was a staple on Magazine. It was always busy, always playing a game or a dozen games on the televisions throughout the space. Sue had checked herself in the mirror at least a dozen times. Not too much cleavage, just right. Her perfume was one of her favorites, Delina by Parfum de Marlys. It was expensive but worth every drop. Strangers often stopped her to ask what she was wearing.

She turned in front of the bathroom mirror, checking out her ass. It looked good. She wasn't lying. She didn't work out, but she didn't need to. Her thick, lush, auburn hair fell in waves around her shoulders, a wisp falling over her eyes in a sexy, come-hither look.

On her feet, she wore her favorite pair of high-heeled sandals, expensive as shit, but they made her legs look a mile long. She swiped the hot-red lipstick across her recently filled lips and flashed a smile at herself.

"Go get ‘em," she giggled to herself.

Walking back into the main room of the bar, she took her seat at the corner of the bar, her drink still sitting there with the coaster over the top of it. The bartender smiled at her, giving a little nod.

Sue felt it the moment he walked into the bar. She felt his eyes on her, staring at her full, plump bosoms desperately trying to break free from her shirt. He flashed a smile, shaking his head as he walked toward her.

"Sue?" he smiled.

"Mica," she nodded. "You look just like your pictures."

"You look way fucking better," he laughed. "Sorry, I didn't mean that the way it came out. You look fucking amazing. Your pictures don't do justice to you."

"I don't think any woman would get mad at that," she smiled. "Are you hungry?"

"Famished," he said with a wolfish grin.

She nodded to the bartender and moved toward a booth that she'd reserved for them. At first, the conversation was slow, but suddenly, they were talking about everything from baseball to politics.

The crowds got thicker, then it seemed, suddenly, they were thinner. Looking at her watch, she grinned at him.

"We've been talking for five hours," she smiled.

"I know. It's been amazing!" he laughed, shaking his head. "I don't want it to end."

"It doesn't have to," she said with a coy look. "I mean, we're both adults. We seem to connect on every other level. Let's test the final one."

"You won't have to ask me twice," he said, standing from the table. He threw down two one hundred dollar bills for the food and drinks, including a generous tip. Guiding her out of the bar, his warm, strong hand was on her lower back, gently guiding her to his car.

"Will you need your car?" he asked.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I took a taxi here so I could enjoy myself and have a few cocktails."

"Brilliant," he laughed. They were relatively quiet, feeling awkward as they drove to his Garden District townhome. The new building was exquisitely furnished with a mix of antiques and modern furniture. Sue turned, taking everything in, smiling at him.

"Your home is beautiful," she grinned.

"You're beautiful," he said, taking a step toward her. She moved toward him as well, reaching for his shoulder. She could feel him shaking with nerves as he pulled her into his arms.

"Should we go somewhere more comfortable," she whispered against his lips.

"Great idea," he smiled. Taking her hand, he led her to the back of the townhome to his master bedroom. The entire place was neat as a pin. No dust, no underwear strewn on the floor, no dirty dishes in the sink. This guy was OCD. Sue began to unbutton her blouse, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

Mica stared at the woman as she seductively removed her clothes. She was stunning. A flat stomach, narrow waist, with full, thick hips and thighs. But it was her tits that had his attention. Big, full, probably fake, but they were fantastic. She left the tiny thong on for just a moment as she walked toward him, unzipping his trousers.

"You've got me so damn hard," he panted.

"That's the idea," she whispered seductively.

Pushing him down on the edge of the bed, she pulled his pants down to his ankles, pulling out his hard cock. It wasn't the biggest she'd ever seen, but it would do for tonight. Running her tongue along the shaft, she flicked it over the head, her red lips leaving lipstick behind.

"Oh, oh, fuck yeah," he moaned, gripping her hair in his fist.

Sue worked magic on his dick, sucking and stroking until he unloaded on her sweet, red lips. Just when he thought she was done, she straddled him, rubbing him back to life and sliding down on him.

"Hey, hey, what about a condom," he moaned.

"I'm not worried," she grinned.

He could only laugh as those massive tits bounced in front of him. She was fantastic. Smart, funny, beautiful, and sexy as fuck. This was the woman he'd been looking for.

Sometime after their fourth orgasm, she got up and got them both water. Before he could even finish it, he was fast asleep. His dreams were filled with naked flesh and warm breasts rubbing all over his body.

Moaning, he turned his head toward the light of the window, smiling at the smell of sex on his body. He looked down at his naked, limp cock covered in red lipstick. Turning, he found only an empty bed.

"Sue?" he called. Sitting up, he swayed, gripping his head. "What the hell? I only had a few beers. Sue? Babe, are you still here?"

Slowly standing, he found his balance and looked around the room. Her clothes were gone. Damn. He walked through the house naked, staring at the floor as he weaved from one side of the hallway to the other.

Standing in the middle of his living room, he looked at the front door, realizing that it was unlocked. Turning slowly, he began to take in everything that was wrong with this scene. Three paintings were gone from his living room walls. A Ming vase that had belonged to his parents was missing.

"No," he whispered. "No, please, don't tell me."

He practically ran back to his bedroom, lifting his trousers from the night before. His wallet was gone, his credit cards, cash, everything. Gone. Staring out the window, he noticed his car was gone as well.

"Fuck. Fuck, no." Mica was panicked.

He moved from one room to the next, trying to take note of everything that was missing. Sitting at his kitchen table, not a stitch of clothing on his body, he made the call that would leave him completely humiliated.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Good evening, are you Mica Liban?" asked Angel.

"Yes, that's me, but believe me, buddy, if you're selling something, today is not going to be your day." Angel laughed, shaking his head.

"No. I don't want to sell you anything. My name is Angel, and this is my friend and coworker, Bull. We heard from a friend in the NOPD that you believe you've been the victim of a dating scam."

"I don't believe it. I know it."

"Well, we're investigating something similar for a friend, and we'd like to ask you a few questions. Can we come in?"

"Please," he said, shaking his head. "I've only been humiliated, robbed, scammed, and made a fool today. We can add idiot victim as well."

"Mica, you're not an idiot," said Bull. "We're slowly discovering that a lot of women and men have become victims of some of these scams. You're not alone. Can you tell us what happened?"

"I met this woman online. She was beautiful, smart, funny, the whole package. We've been talking online for about three weeks now, and she suggested to meet at Riley's. I just don't understand it. We had a great time, good conversation, good food. We were really enjoying ourselves, or at least I was."

"What happened when you left Riley's?" asked Angel.

"She suggested we go back to my place to keep things moving. I'm telling you, that woman came on strong. Stripped in front of me, got down on her knees and went to town. We had sex four times."

"Did you use a condom?" asked Bull, filled with concern.

"No," he said quietly. "She didn't want to. The officer who was here had someone come in and do a swab of my dick. Sorry."

"No need to be sorry," said Angel. "That was smart."

"She had this crazy red lipstick, and it left quite an impression on me if you know what I mean."

"We get it," nodded Bull. "Did you get a name?" The man shook his head, embarrassed.

"Sue. That's all I knew. Her online name was SuePat842. We hadn't even gotten to last names."

"Have you contacted your bank and credit card companies?" asked Angel.

"Yeah, for all the good it's done me. Whatever she gave me had me sleeping until almost one p.m. Between the time I fell asleep and when I reported them missing, she'd racked up more than seventeen grand in credit card debt for me. They're still looking for my car, but I don't put a lot of hope into that."

"Did this woman mention where she worked or lived?" asked Bull.

"She said she was in sales, but I didn't even bother to ask what she sold. Obviously, bullshit, but I'm not sure that's a job."

"It is for her," frowned Bull. "These people make a living out of robbing others. Stealing, destroying, breaking people down. That's her job. She sells bullshit. But you're not the only one that's been caught in this mess, Mica. As we said, we're trying to help a friend who had her bank accounts emptied and credit cards maxed out. She even had someone tap into her computer and her home. I would make sure that you have some extra locks and security cameras if you can."

"I feel like a damn fool," he said, shaking his head. His eyes were filled with tears, but he fought it back. "I've been single for about five years now after being in a long-term relationship that didn't work out for me. I really hoped that this would be the one for me. I should have known you don't meet the woman of your dreams on a dating site."

"You're not a fool," said Bull. "You wanted to find love like every human being on the planet. Sometimes we find it. Sometimes, we get lucky, and it falls in our lap. Sometimes, it's a pain in the fucking ass, and we never seem to catch a break. I was a lot older when I married my beautiful wife, and I'm grateful every day that I found her."

"Yeah? Where should I look for a love like that?" he smirked. Bull chuckled.

"A shipping container."