Nightly duties, pt 2....

Once I open the door the same man is standing there with a bag. He hands me the bag and I take it and quickly change into a very slutty outfit. It consisted of a very short tight leather skirt, a matching leather jumpsuit with a silver zipper all the way up the front, and a pair of knee high boots with fish net stockings. The boots were a bit to big but I could make it work. I take my phone and slip it in my boot and soon I'm in the man's car driving to a strip club.

As we drive, like last time he explains my assignment. "Ok so where we're going is pretty straight forward. But who we're going to meet is very important." He motions to a duffle bag at my feet. "In there is a picture and profile of the target. Like last time I just need you to gather information. He hired private strippers in a room, one of which is you, and all you have to do is dance a little. There will be no physical interaction between the two of you, that I promise. There's a listening device in each set of jewelry so I'd put them on now. This time I won't be able to talk to you so you'll be on your own. The session only lasts an hour. You got any questions?" he asks explaining my job. I shake my head no.

I mean the job seemed pretty straight forward. Go into a private room dressed as a stripper, do a little dancing and eye pleasing things. All the while the 4 jewelry items will be listening to the men talk. All I have to do is be there and put on a show for an hour. It seemed easy enough. Though my sexy dance moves, are let's say, not very sexy.

We arrive at the strip club and I'm immediately recognized as a dancer. The man of my employment talked to someone and soon I'm being led off to a back room. Inside is a few stripper poles and couches and tables. There's one other girl in here with me. I warm myself up on the pole for a minute and wait for the men to walk in.

After about ten minutes a group of 12 men walk in and take a seat around the room. I follow the other girl's lead and start dancing around on the pole. While we dance the men talk with each other about this and that. That man said they were already recording but I listened in to their conversations anyway. I payed attention to the ones that sounded the most illegal. I mean I assumed that my employer was doing under ground work. Why else would I listen and gather info, or steal computer files.

I soon fall into a happy rythem dancing around the pole. Just simple things. I dip my head and shoot my leg into the air. I wrap my legs around the pole and dip backwards and attempt to rotate myself around the pole. I struggle with the rotation and nearly fall but I catch myself and make it into a move that looks like it was planned. To sell my new trick I do it again catching myself right before my face slams into the floor.

The other girl and I dance for what feels like forever but in reality it's only been 30 minutes. Half way done.

I continue listening to their conversations while I dance. They were actually pretty interesting. They were talking about buying another shipment of drugs next week. Apparently they buy a big shipment and then distribute it to their men to sell to the public. They're basically drug dealers. But they deal things other than drugs too, idk what yet though because they haven't said yet.

Another 15 minutes passes and we're almost done with our session. I keep up the dancing and decide to go all out for the last few minutes. I spice it up and before I know a timer is buzzing. The other girl saunters out of the room and I follow behind her. Before I can leave the room one of the guys grabs my hand and pulls me back inside the room and roughly pushes me up against the wall. He shuts the door with his foot and looks down at me. "Will you stay and dance a little. You were far better than that other chick. I wanna see that ass swing around that pole another time." he says huskily. "I'm sorry sir, your session is over I can get another dancer for you but my shift ends after this session is over, which it currently is." I say meekly. He stares at me, it's as if he was trying to see straight through my soul. I shiver a little but continue to evade him. "How bout if I pay you double kitten." He says gruffly, still holding me firmly against the wall.

I squirm underneath him, "I really have to go, I don't really like sharing my personal life, but I have a kid at home I have to get to. He expects me home around this time and if I'm not home he'll start to worry."" I say desperately trying to get him to let me leave. I figured maybe he'd let me leave if I throw out the I have a kid card, which wasn't exactly a lie. "Oh fine, I'll be sure to come by early tomorrow and request you for the whole night." he said huskily. He released me from off the wall and opened the door for me.

I rushed out of there as quick as possible and straight towards my employers car. He was leaning on it waiting for me. "You seem rushed, did something happen?" he asked worriedly. "It's not a big deal, one of the guys just wanted extra time is all." I explain. He nods his head and we both get back in the car.

It was mostly silent as we drove. I took off the jewelry and placed them into the duffle bag. "How do you know if they picked up on what they were saying?" I asked breaking the silence. "Because I could hear everything that was said. All of them were listening devices, I could hear everything, and I recorded everything. So I'll ask you again, did something happen?" he said rather harshly. Damn caught red handed, "Um well, if you want the whole truth. He shoved me against the wall and tried to persuade me into more time by bribing with more money." I say truthfully. He grunts, "I'm going to have to talk to the club about reminding it's patrons of the rules. I'm sorry that happened. It won't happen again!" he growled.

If I'm being honest I didn't mind to much, "What do you mean again, you want to keep me employed ?" I ask quizzically. He coughs a little, "Well if you want to of course. If you don't this will be the last time we speak, but if your interested I have a whole list of jobs you'd excel at!" he replied. I sit back in my seat. "Well if you want me to continue working with you I'm gonna need a name. I can't work for someone I'm complete strangers with?" I say. "You've got a valid point. I guess I've been impolite, my name is Xavier, and I look forward to working with you again." he says kind of gruffly.

Our moment is cut short as he pulls up at my complex. "Well, here we are. I'll text you later about a schedule so you can take time off of work. See you at the next job." he says. "See you." I say as I exit the car and wave him goodbye. I head up to my door and unlock it tired from the nights work. I just wanted to pay the babysitter and then crash. Although my plans were crushed as soon as I step inside....