Tara Janzen - Loose And Easy

Steele Street- #9, 2008

Johnny Ramos knew the sad-looking little hooker limping her way down Seventeenth Street in two-inch black patent-leather platform heels. Her shnet hose were torn in the back, revealing the bottom curve of her ass under what could only be described as a supermicrominiskirt. Red lace and leather and having seen better days, the skirt was barely seven inches wide from top to bottom and matched her red lace gloves. The cheap white vinyl tote bag slung over her shoulder was almost as big as she was and looked like it had seen better days, too. The white Lycra T-shirt laminated to her upper body had more heart-shaped cutouts and pink sequins than material. He could see a red push-up bra doing its job under the shirt.

Esme Alexandria Alden, he thought, East High School s valedictorian the year hed graduated. Geezus, how the mighty have fallen.

Easy Alex hooking in LoDo, Denver s lower downtown district; it was enough to boggle the mind. Nothing about what he was seeing made sense: that sweet little size-four ass in torn shnet; the twisted-up pile of ratted and heavily sprayed blond hair hed only ever seen in tight and tidy braids; the smartest girl hed ever known turning tricks.

He slid his gaze over her again, from the shoes to the French twist falling out of its pins. At seventeen, hed have given anything to get her hair loose and falling down. Those long blond braids of hers had driven him crazy. Hed wanted so badly to undo them. Hell, hed wanted to undo everything on the girl, from her prim little button-down shirts to her carefully tied and spotlessly white tennis shoes, but there hadnt been anything easy about Easy Alex. That had been the joke. Shed never had a date in high school, not one, not even the prom. He knew, because hed been the guy shed turned down.

She couldnt possibly be a prostitute. No way in hell. Back then, she hadnt known what the word sex meant. Hed gotten more off of her than any guy in East, and it had taken him years of pursuit and most of one hot summer night to even get to second base.

Shed been sweet. Yeah, he remembered. Sweet and scared, mostly of him, hed guessed, and of herself, of her reaction to him. Hed been one of the citys bad boys, and shed had the lock on the title of Little Miss Goody Two-shoes.

Hed loved it, loved the challenge of it, but shed been too good to let him get in her pants, which is where their party had ended that night, with him aching and her panting, and neither of them getting what theyd needed.

Fifty bucks said he could get whatever he wanted off her tonight. Hell, maybe it would only take twenty, but with her looking rode hard and put away wet all he wanted was the story, the explanation, the What in the hell happened to you?

Yeah, thats what he wanted. No way should Esme Alden be limping down Seventeenth with her ass hanging out of ripped shnet. After graduating from high school, shed been slated for the University of Colorado on a scholarship, full ride.

She got to the corner at Wazee and started across the intersection, heading toward the Oxford Hotel. When she was partway to the other side, the Oxford s valet signaled her, and Johnny swore under his breath.

Geezus.

Shed been called in to service some guy staying at the hotel, and he had to wonder, really: How many doormen and parking valets in Denver had her name in their little black books?

He hated to say it, but he would have thought any girl working the Oxford would look a little classier than what Esme had pulled off tonight.

None of his business, he told himself, not for any good reason on Gods green earth, and yet he stepped off the curb from in front of the Blue Iguana Lounge, where hed been having a beer, and crossed Seventeenth. He wasnt following her. He was just checking things out, doing recon, getting the lay of the land, and hed been thinking about heading this way anyway, and maybe stopping by an art gallery next door to the Oxford, the Toussi Gallery.

Hed gotten home from his last tour of duty, this one in Afghanistan, two weeks ago, and was still waiting to be reassigned to General Grants command, specically into Special Defense Force, SDF, an elite group of operatives based in Denver and deployed out of the Pentagon. Until his ofcial orders came through, he was on leave, on his own, hanging out in his hometown and looking to stay out of trouble.

Or not.

A brief grin twitched the corner of his lips. Easy Alex had never been anything except trouble for him, starting in Ms. Trents seventh-grade social studies class, where hed come up with her nickname and ended up in detention. Decking Kevin Harrell for pushing her up against a locker in a back hallway in East High when theyd been juniors had gotten him suspended for three days. Hed been protecting her honor.

And now she was hooking?

No. He wasnt buying it. Not the Esme he knew. Something else had to be going on, no matter how much of her ass he could see-except when she got to the sidewalk, the damn valet handed her a room key.

Johnny came to a sudden halt. Geezus, a friggin room key.

Okay, this really wasnt any of his business, and honestly, he didnt really want to see what she was going to be doing in the hotel, or who in the hell she was going to be doing it with, or doing it to, or any damn thing about Esme Alden doing it at all.

Which was why it took him another second and a half to get moving again. Halfway across the street, he paused as a sleek black Town Car turned the corner and cruised to a stop in front of the hotels main entrance. The doorman stepped forward and opened the Lincoln s rear door, with the valet close behind.

Johnny detoured around the front of the car, but made a point of glancing back. A distinguished-looking gentleman got out of the car, mid-forties, slender build, very elegantly dressed, and wearing a fedora.

A fedora in Denver, in August?That was unusual, but nothing compared to the exotic Asian woman following the man out of the limo. She was gorgeous, wearing a black and white dress, heels, and a drop-dead stare that withered each of the hotel employees in turn.

Yikes. Hed hate to be the peon on the receiving end of her bad days.

Interestingly, after letting the woman out, the man in the fedora got back in the car. The dragon queen turned to say something to him, and that was the last Johnny saw. He pushed through the door into the hotel. Inside the lobby, he caught sight of Esme just before she disappeared up the stairs.

He didnt hesitate. Taking the damn things two at a time, he easily made it to the second landing in time to see which door she opened with the key- number 215. She slipped inside and the door closed behind her, and there he stood like an idiot, at the end of the hallway, wondering what in the hell he was thinking.

The seconds ticked by, and he was still standing there. When a whole minute had gone by, he knew he should leave-but he didnt, he just kept staring at the door to room 215 and telling himself not to go anywhere near it. Good advice he might have taken, if he hadnt heard a loud thump come from inside the room, a sound like somebody falling, or getting knocked over.

None of his business-right-except it was Easy Alex in there, and he didnt want to be reading about her in the morning papers. Hed been there, done that with too many people in his life, so better judgment be damned, he started down the hall.

When he got to the door, he could hear some guy with a German accent spluttering in indignation and anger from inside the room.