Thread: Drawn into the Club (google and PrincessDelilah623)

Lieutenant Dominic Sinclair knew that he was being followed, he had been serving on the police force for a little more then a decade and one didn't stay on the force for that long without developing something of a feeling about those things. One of his instructors had described it as a 'spider sense', a feeling when something was quite right and how it was something that should always be trusted. He had been feeling that was for a few days now and hadn't changed his routine at all though he had been on edge at first. He had only caught glimpses of her thus far, out of the corner of his eye or in the side mirror of his car, glimpse of red hair trying to duck out of sight or just generally avoid being noticed. The hair color stood out though and while she had avoided being seen properly she wasn't particularly good at getting out of sight... if she were someone who were out to hurt him or who actually posed a threat then she would be far better at such things. He had gotten off shift about three hours before, a particularly long shift had left him feeling like he just wanted to pass right the fuck out or at least sit on his couch and not move for a while... but he also wanted to have some fun so after a little bit of a nap on his couch Dominic had gotten up and started getting ready. A long hot shower to remove the funk of the shift and a nice shave to remove the stubble that had built up over the day, a touch of cologne applied, and then a nice suit put on something he had picked up when he had promoted to lieutenant. He wanted to look his best for this night, no reason for him to look anything but his best. Then, out the door again and into his car. His apartment wasn't too far away from his destination but he generally didn't want to walk, he had been on his feet for far to long and driving just felt better then spending twenty minutes on already exhausted legs walking when ten minutes in the car got him there in so much more comfort. Before very long he had pulled up before a nondescript black door that had only the numbers for the address and no name or other designation upon it. The valet recognized the car right away and rushed over to park the car for him, mostly ignored by Dominic as the keys were handed over, he was a regular here... they knew who he was. Through the nondescript door was something else entirely, it went from boring to vibrant right away, an entry hall that led up to a second door with a pair of large bouncers checking Ids and working to keep out the undesirables... Dominic just strolled right past them and into the club proper, a large room filled with countless people wearing incredibly varied outfits, leather, latex, metal, and just about everything else was used to adorn bodies as they moved about the rooms though roughly half the people within wore a collar or something similar. Not bothering to mingle with the crowd Dominic quickly moved towards a set of stairs to his right, making his way up to a second level of the club and into a comfortable chair so he could sit and relax, watching the entrance and patiently waiting to see if his stalker would enter.