Baring it All (part 18) Suspects and Alibis Marcus was seated in his office doing paperwork. Last nights impromptu show that Lisa had done brought in more money than he had imagined it would. The crowd had gone wild. Marcus had always done the LIVE shows in the VIP lounge or sometimes the girls did them in private homes for special clients. Lisa had never agreed to participate always claiming she was only a dancer. But last night she'd forgotten all that and allowed patrons to go all the way with her. Doing it onstage like that had been a real risk. It was illegal and Marcus could lose his license if the authorities found out. He was thankful it had turned out okay. There was a knock at his door. "Come in" he yelled. 2 men in cheap suits walked in. "Are you the owner?" one of them asked. Marcus looked the men over. He instinctively knew they were cops. He stood up slowly behind his desk, closing his paperwork. "Yes, I'm Marcus Thomas, how can I help you gentleman?" he said. The heavier of the 2 men a young white guy who Marcus guessed was about 25 years old spoke first. "I'm detective Sellers, Mr. Thomas. We need to ask you some questions about one of your dancers. A Mrs. Elizabeth Leonard," he said looking at his pad. "Elizabeth Leonard?" Marcus asked. "I don't have a dancer by that name" he said confused. Then 2nd detective a middle aged black man took out a photo and handed it to Marcus. "Do you know this woman?" he asked "That's Lisa...Lisa Forester, she is one of my dancers." Marcus said. He was still a little confused but also afraid that they had witnessed or been told about Lisa's "performance" the previous night. "What's this all about?" Marcus asked. "This woman has been identified as Mrs. Elizabeth Leonard. The wife of the Reverend Travis Leonard. Are you saying you knew her as Lisa Forester? Was she a dancer here?" Detective Sellers asked nonchalantly. Marcus was still confused but quickly becoming agitated. He knew what had happened the night before was illegal but he also knew that he didn't like cops or questions. "WHAT IS THIS ALL ABOUT!" he asked again raising his voice. Both detectives looked back and forth and each other, then at an obviously annoyed Marcus. Finally the black detective spoke. "Mrs. Leonard aka Lisa Forester was found stabbed to death at approximately 6:30am this morning at her apartment. Mr. Thomas can you tell us where you were at approx 5:00am this morning?" Travis fell down into his chair. He was completely stunned. "What...what happened?" he asked shaking his head. Detective Sellers scribbled on his pad and asked again. "Mr. Thomas can you tell us where you were at approx 5:00am this morning? When was the last time you saw Mrs. Leonard?" "I was here, at the club closing up. I've been here since yesterday afternoon. I took a brief nap on the couch and got back up to finish my paperwork." Marcus answered. "And Mrs. Leonard, was she here last night?" the black detective asked. "Uhm, yes. She danced last night." Marcus answered. Detective Sellers continued to scribble notes and asked. "Was there anything unusual about last night's show Mr. Thomas?" "No, it was normal. She did her 3 sets the same as usual.I don't know what time she left." Marcus lied. "Are there any other employees we can speak with?" Detective Sellers asked. "Uh, no. I mean they won't be in until this evening, after 6pm" Marcus said. "We'll be back around that time." The black detective stated and they walked out. Marcus leaned forward on his desk, he put his head in his hands and thought back to his last encounter with Lisa after the show. He had called her into his office to reprimand her for what she'd allowed to happen on stage. She came into his office wearing her robe and the spiked heels and garters from the show. "What the fuck was that all about?" he screamed at her. "You know the rules, are you trying to get me shut down?" he asked. "I'm sorry, Marcus. I just got carried away." was all she'd said. She sat down on the couch and her robe fell open. She sat there with her arms folded across her breasts. Marcus was angered by her nonchalant attitude. She didn't even seem remorseful. He stood over her. "You could have cost me everything Lisa and now you sit here like you just knocked over a glass of milk! What the hell is wrong with you." He screamed. Lisa stood up and faced Marcus. She looked him directly in the eyes. "Look, I told you. I just got carried away. It's not a big deal Marcus." She turned to walk out of the office. Marcus grabbed her by her arm spinning her around. He pulled her to him roughly. When she didn't resist he kissed her deeply then pushed her down on the sofa. "Do you wanna get carried away with me Lisa?" he said as he took his pants off. "Marcus, I..".she began. He kissed her roughly again before she could finish. As he kissed her he fumbled with a condom finally getting it on his hardened dick. He spread her legs with his knees and slowly stuck his dick into her pussy.Then lost in his lust and anger he began to slam his dick into her forcefully. Lisa began to moan with pleasure. He bit her nipples and fucked her harder, he grabbed her legs and pushed them all the way back resting them on his shoulders. Then he slammed his dick deeper into her feeling it hit the depths of her pussy. She ground her hips into him and moaned. He felt her clutching his back and her nails dug deeply into his flesh as he continued to fuck her with violent passion. Deeper and faster he drove into her blinded by his rage. He roughly bit her neck, and her shoulders. The louder she moaned the rougher he fucked her. He wanted to punish her for disrespecting him, make her understand he was the boss. At the same time he enjoyed the wetness of her pussy, and the melody of her sensual moans. He roughly kissed her again, biting her lips and sucking them into his. He was lost in his passion. When they'd finished she got up slowly and closed her robe. Marcus lay down on the couch questioning what he'd just done. "She'd wanted it" he told himself. "She enjoyed it." he rationalized although he wasn't really sure. "Lisa, don't let what happened onstage tonight happen again." he said quietly. She didn't answer him. She walked out and silently closed the door. Marcus lifted his head from his hands after reliving the night before. He got up from his desk, and paced around the office. His mind swirled with thoughts. Lisa was dead. She'd had unprotected sex with several people the night before on his stage. Lisa was now dead. Thank God, he'd used a condom no DNA evidence. Then he remembered he'd bit her and she'd scratched his back and probably had his flesh under her nails. Lisa was really dead. And he'd just lied to the police. Marcus picked up his phone and punched in numbers quickly...