Double Mercy

1 ~ That Mask

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Mysteries abound where most we seek for answers - Ray Bradbury

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My head was spinning.

Everything felt dull.

The knocks on my door grew louder.

"I'm coming!" I yell, placing my mask on and making sure my wig is tightened.

I take a deep breath before turning and walking towards the door. I yank it open and smirk at my boss, "Let's do this."

He helps me backstage, placing me near the curtains with the other girls. "One by one, come on ladies," he claps.

Blondie was first. Then went crooked Amy and finally, it was my turn to walk on.

I tightened my fur coat as I seductively walked onto the stage - my heels being the only noise I can hear.

Once I reached my pole, I unclipped my coat and let it drop to the floor. There were claps of joy as soon as my almost nudity was revealed.

I spin my right leg around and flick the coat onto the floor - a horny, middle-aged man taking hold of it.

Action.

I grab hold of the pole and begin to follow my routine.

Turn the leg. Shimmy the breasts. Drop to the floor. Do some tricks.

As I did my third drop, my eyes caught a sexy brunette. He was drinking scotch, as most of the men do, but his eyes were placed on me.

Finishing my routine, I didn't take my eyes off of the mysterious man. I love a good mystery and that man...is it.

The music finally stopped.

"Thank you, ladies! If anyone would like alone time, you know where the sheet is."

I sighed and walked backstage, grabbing a robe and putting it around me.

"Great show, Misty," blondie said as she stood behind me with crooked Amy.

"Thanks."

She rolls her eyes and walks away, the crooked one following after her. I grab some wipes to wipe my lips before boss gripped my hand.

"Can I help you?" I ask, glaring at the man himself.

"You have a 20-minute slot," he says.

I chuckle as I yank my wrist out of his hand. "I don't do, slots."

"Well, you do now. He's a potential buyer so hurry up. Mr. Ricci," he scowls, pointing to room #4

I curse at myself before adjusting my boobs and wig. "Only 15 minutes," I breathe.

I begin walking to the door. Knocking slightly.

"Enter."

The voice sounded so deep inside. I open the door and walk in to see that same man who was gawking at me sitting on the velvet couch.

"You requested my presence?" I asked, turning on seductive mode.

He chuckles. "Yes, I did. Please, come closer," he instructs.

I roll my eyes and walk over to him, thankful that the room was dark. I take a deep breath before placing myself in between his legs.

"Close enough?" I ask, my hands on his thighs.

He didn't respond but instead moved his hands to my waist. "I don't want your body," he whispered.

"What is it you desire?" I whispered seductively, running my hands up and down his thighs. 

He grabbed hold of my wrists and pulled me onto the couch, pinning me on it. "I want to know what's so special about the masked mystery," he says against my ear. 

"That's what makes it a mystery, Mr. Ricci," I chuckled as his breath gave me shivers. 

"I've been watching you. Three months, now. I will uncover your mystery, Misty." He places a small kiss behind my ear before getting off of me. 

"That's why they call me Mysterious Misty," I blurted. 

I sat up and watched him open the door. The small light that was shining from the outside, gave me a small glimpse of him. He had a certain smirk plastered on his face but he soon left, leaving me utterly speechless. 

Fuck.