Incognitus / Cordelia Fanfiction

Chapter 4 - Lost Earring

*Cordelia's POV*

"Hey Tim!" I say as I arrive a bit earlier than usual, trying to get a good place to watch the performance of the woman that does not leave my thoughts.

"Hi you..." Tim grins while returning from the restricted area of the space, "Scotch?" he asks, approaching the counter while drying up cleaned glasses with a white cloth.

"You know me too well..." I smile at him while nodding.

"It's good to see you around here twice in a row..." he says, sounding genuine. Even though he is a stripclub barman, Tim really has become a great company. "Saw anything you liked yesterday?" he asks and raises one eyebrow.

"What exactly is it that you're asking me?" I ask a counter question, acting like I have no idea what he means.

"You seem to have enjoyed a certain lady... I don't think you've ever asked for a private session before, plus you're here two consecutive days..." he concludes and seems proud of his sherlock-skills.

"I don't know what you're talking about.." I refrain from confirming while downing my drink, knowing it might get her in trouble if it gets public that there is in fact some interest.

"Oh come on... I'm gay... Not blind..." he says refilling my glass, "and my gaydar is very good Delia... Plus Y/n is my friend... I'm not gonna get either of you in trouble, so no need to lie to me..."

"I'm not saying she's unattractive... and I'm definitely not saying that I didn't enjoy the session... but what is there more to say? It's not like I can say I know her..." I speak out some of my thoughts.

"What happened in the booth yesterday?" Tim whispers, supporting both his arms on the counter and getting suspiciously close to me maintaining eye contact, and I suddenly frown, wondering if she had said anything that would have given him the indication that I was more than any other regular customer.

"Nothing more than any other lapdance she has given anyone else..." I say, maintaining the secrecy.

"That's not true..." he says convincingly, and now I'm definitely wondering if she spilled any information that could get me in trouble. I can't have people knowing about my powers...

"She had never given one before..." he explains and my eyes can't hide the sudden joy of hearing that. "So what is it that makes you special? Hun?"

"Well... I didn't know that, so why don't you ask her?" I grin. At the same time another client asks for a bourbon and I lose his sole attention. ''Is she in tonight?" I ask while he prepares the other men's drink and he nods.

"She's only performing later though... but she'll be at the poles in 15min or so..." Reading my mind and knowing what I was gonna ask, Tim tilts his head as if saying that she is alone in the dressing rooms and motioning me to go in, without catching much attention. "If anyone asks, tell them I asked you to go grab my asthma pump because I needed it but was too busy serving clients," he winks at me.

Getting up from the counter stools I gain the courage to walk up to the dressing room and my heartbeat accelerates. I take a deep breath, taking two seconds before walking in, I consider knocking, which I don't. Opening the door unannounced with one confident move, I'm surprised with y/n's back, she's watching herself in the mirror while her hands roam around her underwear, tugging it in place and she locks eyes with me through the mirror.

"It's good to see you again..." she says, biting her bottom lip, "but you're not allowed in here..." she adds and I chuckle. With my powers I lock the door, which she notices. "How did you do that?" she wants to know, with a surprised facial expression.