Bloody Desires

LXXII

the private room was secluded and black

there was a metal pole in the middle, and a couch which orlando was sitting on

while music played from the speaker above

i slowly walked up to the metal pole, sliding my finger down the surprisingly clean structure

pulling myself up on it and doing random stuff i learned at a pole dancing class i took for fun 2 years ago

but it seemed to amuse him

do i just walk up to him, or keep dancing

"what's your name?" he questioned

"Malia Nior" i replied in a low seductive tone

as much as i want to cringe at this

my life is at stake

and i have no idea what's in the bag

he opened the zipper to the bag, reaching his hand into it

i swallowed, nervous of what was going to be pulled out

probably money right? why would he shoot a stripper he paid for?

he threw a block of cash at my leg

i whinced, rubbing the sore area

looking back up at him

"why do you look so angry? it's a joke sexy" he bit his lip, leaning back in his seat

i looked down at his lap where he had a growing erection

i forced a laugh, feeling uncomfortable

but it's a tipsy horny man at a club

what can i expect

"you don't mind if i record our session, right?" i asked

"i have a feeling i'll be seeing you again" he chuckled, approving my request

"no you won't" i mumbled to myself, setting up my camera

i turned around to see him pointing at something behind me

i looked behind my back to see a bowl of condoms

"oh, you don't want anymore dancing?" i bit my lip, trying my best to not blow my cover

"dance on this dick"

i visibly cringed, my back turned towards him

i grabbed a condom, walking back towards his seat

brushing my finger along his surprisingly sharp jawline

cain's is better though

he guided my leg onto his lap, rubbing my thigh with his thumb

"you'd be prettier with long hair" he said, eyeing my hair cut

i cleared my throat, swallowing back any bitchy comments i could easily throw at his appearance

"ill grow it out"

"and you should get some plastic surgery, maybe for a bigger ass. I'll pay for it, since we will be seeing ea-"

i forced a knife into his neck

he held the knife, trying his best to stop the bleeding

choking on his own blood

and slumping over in his seat

he was easy to stab, he must have had some drinks

i opened his closing eyes with my finger

grabbing the bag of money

"i'll use this, and not on plastic surgery" i sarcastically smiled

reaching into his jacket pocket, grabbing his wallet

immediately dropping my smile

i opened the wallet, spotting his id

so i just took the whole wallet

i was about to walk out, when i saw he was still conscious

just slowly dying

slowly, painfully, treachou-

okay mia chill

"ah, i'm so dumb" i placed a finger on my forehead, closing my eyes

i grabbed a gun from his bag, shooting him multiple times in between his eyes

"one more for cain" i laughed, shooting him again

i grabbed the recording phone, and snuck out of the room

where people were screaming, and running around

they must have heard the gun

"pussies" i rolled my eyes, making my way towards the changing room

i changed into my old clothes, "and you should get some plastic surgery, maybe for a bigger ass. I'll pay for it." i was mocking orlando from earlier

when the door swung open

"what are you doing?" lorenzo questioned me, his eyebrows furrowed

"mind your business" i stomped out of the emergency exit door

walking towards cain's car, with him following close behind

he opened the door for me, closing it once i stepped in

"so, do you have the video?" he looked over at me, like a excited child

"here" i handed him my phone, playing the video of me killing orlando

"dumbass" he mumbled, continuously rewinding the clip of orlando being shot and stabbed

A/N
i think she would make a great stripper😋

Until Next Time My Loves❣️