Dance For Me

The Vacuum?

*Calum POV*

"What's this place called again?" I glance to Beau as I sit in the passenger seat of his Mercedes.

"Sanctuary. It's just up here"

I send a quick text to Cass, letting her know I might not be home when she gets off work, if she finally decides to come home tonight.

When she officially started dating her boss, I haven't seen much of her. Which isn't all that bad, I get the apartment to myself, girls can come over whenever they please without an appointment.

"What kind of name is Sanctuary, for a strip club?" I chuckle as Beau pulls into the back parking lot of the club.

We get out of his Benz and I take a look around the parking lot. The lot is full of fancy sports cars and I'm glad I convinced Beau to drive his sports car rather than his shitty Honda Civic.

I didn't want to bring out my white Porsche, it draws too much attention.

I make eye contact with a stripper in black fishnets and a black corset on. Her long silver hair blows in the wind as she takes a puff off her cigarette.

We walk around towards the front of the building, earning an odd look from the girl before I see her race into a back door.

I laugh lightly at the pink neon sign in the front window, saying fuck off.

When we enter the large metal door, we immediately get stopped by a tall gentleman with darker skin. He's dressed in all black, clearly the bouncer.

"IDs?" Beau and I both hand the man our IDs, he takes an overly thorough look, clearly making sure it's us.

"Come on in" He nods as he hands us back our IDs

Beau and I walk further into the strip club, my eyes immediately going to a small blonde, spinning herself around a pole.

The club is full of men ready to throw money at any woman that's willing to look at them.

I feel pathetic just being in here. The girls are pathetic for working here, the men are pathetic for seeking random whore's attention.

"VIP section is up here" Beau nods towards the smaller section.

We walk up the two steps and we step towards the bar. The bartender is on the shorter side, shaggy brown hair with a bit of faded blonde in it. He's talking with a guy taller than him and they laugh about something as he slides over a glass of whiskey.

Beau and I walk up to the bar to grab ourselves some drinks before we start looking for information.

We're mostly just looking to see if any other girls here are prostitutes, if so, is their boss their pimp? We're trying to eliminate the competition and finding out who Trix's pimp is, is step one.

"Sorry man" I apologize as I accidentally bump elbows with the man who's talking to the bartender.

"Don't worry about it" He speaks back and my head whips to the side.

I eye up the taller man with dark brown hair. His chiseled jaw and fancy suit instantly pisses me off.

"Does my sister know you hangout in strip clubs?" Corbyn looks to me with a laugh

"Oh, I think she knows" He smirks and something about it makes me want to slap it right off him.

"Let me call her" I pull out my phone, going directly to Cassidy's contact.

"You can call her but she won't answer. She's at work" Corbyn shrugs with a smirk as he takes a sip of his drink.

"How's baby Klassen doing, anyways? It's a shame I haven't seen her in a while" Beau taunts Corbyn, we both know how much he hates him.