Chapter 70

There was a small round of clapping over at Marc’s table, pulling Sinead and Siobhan’s attention.

“Looks like your man just won a good hand,” Siobhan said, flashing a grin at Sinead.

She was probably right; Sinead could see Marc smiling and nodding his acceptance at some sort of smart play he’d made. No one was standing up and leaving the table, so he must not have knocked someone out, which Sinead was thankful for - she already felt like she was sticking out too much.

“Someone’s getting lucky tonight,” Destiny said. She was a gorgeous woman of Pakistani descent and one of the two escorts who had eventually come over to join Sinead and Siobhan at the bar. The woman was wearing a dress that looked like she must have been sewn into it, and the telltale bumps of nipple piercings fronted the considerable expanse of warm, brown cleavage she was showing off.

“Aw, she’s blushing,” Spirit chuckled. “Leave Sinead alone.” The other escort, and friend of Destiny, was a leggy blonde with a similar sized chest though hers were definitely ‘aftermarket.’

“Funny,” Siobhan said, flashing the ladies a playful smile. “I thought it was you two who would be getting lucky.”

“Not me,” Spirit sighed with a little roll of her eyes. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Cornelius is a fun time. He takes me out to nice dinners, buys me nice things, etcetera. But the sex? When it happens, which is only sometimes, it isn’t exactly ‘getting lucky.’” Spirit was the companion for a businessman who looked to be in his mid-sixties, so Sinead was a little surprised that sex wasn’t on the man’s mind more often with a pair of legs and tits like Spirit was walking around with.

“I’ll be getting a proper dicking tonight,” Destiny smirked. She’d pretended to be circumspect, but Spirit had spilt that she was there with the Mayor’s Aide so Destiny wasn’t trying to hide it so much any more. “Not that I’d call it ‘getting lucky’ either.”

“A woman like you deserves to get lucky,” Siobhan said, still tipsy. “Honestly, you two - you’re fuckin’ hot.”

The two escorts grinned at the earnest compliment and preened a little. They’d originally come over slightly tentatively, not because they were shy or nervous but rather because they’d been getting the cold shoulder from some of the other women in the room. Apparently, models and Instagram influencers felt like there was some sort of social distinction between them and actual escorts - the way Sinead saw it, most of the ‘models’ were getting paid to be there as well so there really wasn’t all that much of a difference.

The reality of the situation overall, as the conversation went on, was that Sinead was having fun. Part of her, the part that wanted to be grinding away on a case, was whispering that she should be trying to build more connections with Destiny and Spirit - they were technically criminals. She could flip them to be CIs. They could inform on their clients, or whatever organisation they worked for (if they did.) Strippers and escorts could learn things that girlfriends and wives often couldn’t.

But ... it just didn’t fit at the moment. Sinead wondered if it was something to do with her undercover persona she was putting on, or the fact that she genuinely found herself just liking the energy the two of them gave off. A little snarky, a little sweet, and funny - talking with them and Siobhan felt a lot like talking with Jules.