A Rose By Any Other Name || Clexa AU

4 - Hi, Clarke.

One expensive car after the other pulled up in front of the exorbitant strip club and Lexa only waited for her target to show up. She had been canvasing his everyday life for the past four days, from his early morning jogs in Central Park to his obnoxiously complicated and long coffee order at the nearest Starbucks.

Hell, Lexa even found out that the man's wife was cheating on him with a UPS delivery boy on her second day of 'surveillance'. One would think all of the banker's money would keep the blonde barbie happy but she was more interested in the UPS driver's package.

The banker that she now knows as Fernando, seemed to be straying away from his normal routine on the night though. He was supposed to arrive at the strip club fourteen minutes ago in tow with two women, as he has all the other nights, but Lexa was yet to lay eyes on one of the three.

Fourteen minutes turned to twenty and Lexa was getting annoyed. She herself wasn't much for routine, but men like Fernando hardly ever strayed away from their boring mediocre routines, so this was peculiar.

When twenty turns to thirty, Lexa looks to her right and then to her left before heading over the street. She considered the grimmest chance that she may have missed them coming in, that just maybe she wasn't looking for the right car all of this time.

There was a lengthy line in front of the club, and on the specific night, it was strictly VIP's. Yet when she spares a single nod to the big bouncer at the door, he doesn't even bother to stop her. Clearly, her employers did their part for the night as well; getting her the access she needs.

Her plan was fairly simple for the night; to blend in. Lexa ditched her perfectly tailored suit for the evening and opted to wear a long black leather trenchcoat-like jacket to hide what she was wearing underneath. After discarding the coat on a vacant bar stool and finally revealing her tanned skin and black lacy lingerie, she leans against the bar and orders a glass of top-shelf scotch.

"I haven't seen you here before. Are you the new girl?"

"Something like that. You won't happen to know in which direction the back rooms are, would you?"

The young raven-haired guy nodded his head, sliding the scotch over to Lexa. She scanned her eyes over him for a second and could instantly tell that he spent more time styling his hair than what he spent in school. It's a good thing he's pretty. "Yeah, just go straight there and make an immediate left."

"Thanks." After throwing the expensive drink back, Lexa slides a crisp hundred-dollar bill to the bar boy and disappears into the crowd. If this Fernando guy would be anywhere; it would be in the back rooms indulging himself in as much ass as possible. He was the most cliché banker ever. A lover of strippers and the only thing he loved more than them was his fine lines of coke. His wife didn't even make his top three, since money was third.

Lexa peeked into one room after the other, finding the wolves of wall street but not the cliché banker. Enduring one catcall after the other, Lexa peeks into the very last room where she finds Fernando snorting up as much white powder as his nose and lungs would allow. He was an actual cokehead. If she wasn't going to kill him tonight, a heart attack definitely would.

Three girls eagerly soothed their hands over his body, one undoing his tie and the other's cheekily undoing one button after the other of his black dress shirt. Sensing someone new in the red-lit room, Fernando lands his eyes on the slender brunette that firmly held her gaze on him, and only him.

"Well, well, you're new." His eyes continued to flow over her body, from her red bottom heels up her long black stockinged legs over her tanned and toned abdomen, over her perfect breasts hidden behind black lacy lingerie, and finally ending on her sharp yet delicate facial features. She was a goddess. Far too beautiful to work in a joint like this.