I'm starving

Lights focused on the main stage as a hard rock track ramped-up. Drayce's eyes almost bugged out of his head as "Lillith" made her way to the main stage. While not in her usual attire, he instantly recognized Fiona. She showcased her sexy body in a black sheer halter babydoll with a mesh V-plunge that left silhouettes of her bra, G-string panties, and garter belt underneath. Attached to the garter belt were black fishnet thigh high stockings accenting her pale, supernaturally perfect legs descending into a pair of shiny black patent platform heels.

Fiona sashayed to the stainless steel pole. Parading in front of the pole, she put both hands high above her head, gripped the chrome rod, and swayed her hips. With a sudden kick of her leg, she spun around the pole several times, holding only with one hand, seemingly gliding on air.

Her feet finally touched the ground. She crouched, then jumped up and climbed high atop the pole. With the rod securely gripped between her thighs, she hung upside down and let the sheer babydoll gown slide off her body to the stage below. Her hands gripped the vertical chrome; she released her thighs, flipping upright, and then descended the pole in a whirlwind of skillfully sexy gymnastics.

"Damn! She's good! And smokin' hot too!" Vince applauded.

Drayce could not hold back his smile. "Yes, she certainly is."

On her knees, Fiona ground her crotch against the base of the pole. Her eyes locked on Drayce as much as his eyes were on her.

"Dude, she's totally checking you out," Vince said.

Fiona seductively crawled to where Drayce and Vince sat. She motioned with her index finger for Drayce to come closer. Playing along, he leaned forward with his elbows resting on the edge of the stage.

She braced herself with her hands flat on the floor behind her and swung each of her legs onto Drayce's shoulders, first left, then right. She bucked and swayed her hips, her crotch just inches from Drayce's face. The tip of his nose registered the heat of her pussy emanating through her thin panties. Her sweet scent once again crept into his nostrils when she balanced herself on one hand, then slightly pulled her panties to the side for Drayce to view. The up-close glimpse of her glistening pussy made his cock strain hard against his trousers.

Fiona climbed back on stage and knelt in front of Drayce. She reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and tossed it aside. All eyes in the club were fixated on her perfect double D's. She leaned forward, grabbed Drayce by the back of his head, and pressed his face into her cleavage. He gasped for air as she held him there, wiggling her breasts. She retreated, pulling out the top of her fishnet stocking. Drayce, as well as Vince, stuffed several dollar bills inside.

"You lucky bastard!" Vince said to Drayce as Fiona returned to gyrating around the pole.

Drayce only smiled as he watched, ignoring Vince. With her back against the pole and gripping it above her head, she lifted herself from the floor, her body horizontal with her legs spread wide. Those extraordinary legs ascended; she locked her ankles around the pole and spun gracefully while hanging, inverted.

Her song wound down. Fiona finished by flipping upright, then sliding down the pole doing "the splits" as she met the floor.

"Wow! Just fucking wow!" the DJ yelled. "Let's make some noise for Lillith!"

Everyone stood and applauded Fiona's performance, showering her with admiration as well as greenbacks. Drayce, Vince, and several other onlookers "made it rain" all over the stage. Fiona retrieved the cash and her strewn garments and vanished behind the curtain.

"Well, that certainly perked you up," Vince said.

Drayce laughed. "Yeah, it did."

"I need to take a piss; save my spot."

"Don't fall over while you're in there. The last thing I want is to have to carry you out of here."

"I'm fine! I just have a nice buzz."

Drayce felt Fiona's slender hand on his shoulder not long after Vince departed. Without asking, she sat in Vince's chair.

"Hi there, Drayce."

"Lillith, huh?" he inquired.

"Do you like it? It means 'into the night'."

"Well, it certainly is appropriate. By the way, you were incredible on stage!"

Fiona smiled, "Thank you! That was a lot of fun. If I had a need for human money, I'd actually consider doing this more often."

"So what are you doing here? I thought being in public was a risky endeavor."

"It is, but no angel or crusader would be caught dead in a place like this. The risk here is minimal. Besides, I'm starving, and there are plenty of 'candidates' to choose from. Take your friend Vince, for example."

"Vince?!" he protested. "Are you nuts? He's perverted, but he's straight as an arrow!"

"That's what you think. You really are far too trusting of people."

"Oh really? Enlighten me."

"Your friend Vince is a murderer," Fiona sighed.

Vince? A murderer? Something did not add up. Drayce knew in his gut that Vince was a good person. Still, Fiona had never been wrong before. There must be some kind of explanation.

They barely noticed the returning footsteps. "I see you didn't save my seat, Drayce," Vince said, smiling at Fiona.

Fiona stood. "Oh, I'm sorry! Take it back -- or would you rather sit in a chair in one of the VIP rooms? I'll make it worth your while."

"Lead the way!" Vince said with enthusiasm.

"Wait!" Drayce interrupted. "Before you go, could I talk to you outside for a moment?"

"Now?" Vince replied. "Can it wait?"

"No. It won't be but a minute."

Vince turned to Fiona. "I'll be right back, baby."

"Don't keep me waiting too long, sugar," Fiona smiled.

Drayce escorted his friend outside. He did not have much time to get to the bottom of Vince's dark secrets. Vince's very life depended on it.

"So what is this about?" Vince demanded.

"Vince, have you... ever done something really bad. Something you've never told anyone?"

"You brought me out 'ere to ask me that? The hell is wrong with you lately?"

Drayce ignored his slurred questions. "Please, just answer me. It's important."

Vince paused, sensing the seriousness and sincerity in Drayce's voice. "Speaking as friends, correct?"

"Yes."

Vince collected himself. "I told you once while back in college that I was from Detroit. Before college, I ran with a nasty group of people; petty thugs, really. We did some things that..." Vince stopped, turning his back to Drayce.

"Go on," Drayce insisted.

Vince could not look at his friend. He spoke quietly, hesitantly.

"There was a deal that went very bad, very fast. Shots were fired from both sides. I ducked behind a dumpster and fired several times blindly around the corner. After the dust settled, I peered around and saw that a small kid riding his bike down the street had been caught in the crossfire. Judging by where his body was, and the direction I'd fired, I know it was my shots that hit him."

Vince turned to Drayce with a sorrowful look in his eyes, "That day changed my life. I went to trial with several other guys. I was prepared to accept my punishment, but I got off due to a mistrial -- all because of how the evidence was handled by the police. It was at that moment I chose the career path that I did. It's why I'm so thorough with my forensics. I make damn sure no one else gets away with what I did. I hate my job -- it reminds me every single day of the mistake I made. It's my way of repenting for my sins."

"I had no idea you struggled with such a heavy burden," Drayce said.

Drayce felt sorry for Vince. He may have been a bad person earlier in his life, but that is not the person he is now. People make mistakes. It is up to the individual to learn from their mistakes or keep repeating them. Vince felt genuine remorse for what he had done, and that in itself, Drayce thought, argued against having his soul ripped from his body.

"I've never talked to anyone about it. In a way, it's kind of a relief. Why did you ask me this anyway?"

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