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Her Jealousy
By trancer


"You know she's doing it on purpose, right?" Her real name was Rebecca. But, after 6pm, she only went by her stage name - Ginger. Ginger sat on a chair in the dressing room, legs crossed in red thigh-high latex boots, a matching thong, and the smallest pasties Sara had ever seen; metallic red with flecks of gold accented with red, streaming tassels.

"Open, please," Sara stated dryly, waiting until the woman did as instructed before beginning the swab. "Doing what?"

"Flirting with me," gurgled from her open mouth.

Sara removed the swab. Used the opportunity to fire a quick glance at the Detective through the dressing room mirror. She was leaning against the doorframe, sunglasses atop her head, arms folded across her chest, face blank and expressionless. "Sofia wasn't flirting with you."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really."

"So, that wasn't a flicker of the 'ol green-eyed monster on your face."

"What? Why would I," her eyes rounded, cheeks flushing. "Sofia and I..," she began to stammer. "We're not.."

"So, you wouldn't care if I asked her out?"

"No," blurted from her lips in a half-question, half-statement.

"Yeah, right," she snorted.

"I'd like to remind you, Ginger," Sara, using more force than she intended, slammed her kit closed. "You're currently a suspect in a murder investigation."

"You know," she tilted her head, smiling boyishly. "You're kinda cute when you're jealous."

"I'm not.."

"Are we done here?" Ginger cut her off. "I'm on stage next."


"Isn't this the part where you give me your card and tell me to call you if I think of anything else?" She rose from her seat, purposely leaning way too forward, giving Sara an extreme close-up of her pasty covered bosom. Brought her lips close to Sara's ear and whispered huskily. "Because, if you're interested, I have some other places you could swab."

Ginger sauntered towards the door, hips swaying like a lethal weapon. Mouthed 'call me' to Sofia before disappearing down the corridor.

Sara closed her kit and joined Sofia at the door.

"What was that all about?" Sofia asked.

"Nothing really. She was just under the impression that you were flirting with her," she paused, searching Sofia's face for a reaction. "And that I was jealous."

"And were you?" Sofia drawled with the slight upturn of an eyebrow. "Jealous?"

"Were you?" Sara's lips curled into a smirk. "Flirting?"

Sofia pantomimed zipping her mouth closed. "My lips are sealed."

"Sealed, huh?" Sara's smiled broadened. "We'll see about that."

"Careful," the air thickened with an unmistakable tension as they edged closer to one another, violating personal space but neither willing nor wanting to move back. "You wouldn't want to give the impression that you're flirting with me."

"Or maybe you just don't want to admit you're the one who's jealous."

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous?"

"Because, Ginger may have flirted with you. But, she gave me," Sara held up her hand, dangling two fluffy pieces of cloth, "her pasties."

The End

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