Odessa

chapter 28 - red

"Copy." I hear Marco through the ear piece and I practically shutter in relief. I almost forgot they were there.

I walk up the stairs as Diamond collects the last of her cash, and I notice the growing crowd that has formed in front of the stage.

I'm kind of wishing I had some more of that vodka right about now.

Narciso's son, Aldo, sits front and centre of the crowd, with a group of other men in suits, as well as guards 3 standing around them.

"Song?" The DJ by the stairs asks.

I give her a few songs, "Turn the lights red too." I instruct, my eyes glued on the stage.

Me and my trainer decided on something slower, if my plan is seduction, rather than straight sex, then the slower the better. I figured something out with the club too, the first 3 of my shifts, I wouldn't have to strip, just dance.

The music begins to play, and the lights dim, then turn red. I close my eyes, and I begin to tell myself this is just a dream, but stop myself, and force my eyes open.

I step on the stage, my movements slow and precise as I walk towards the pole. I look up at the pole at first, doing a few tricks, before I flip upside down, holding myself by the inside of my knee.

I hold myself like that, looking over the audience, watching as a few men adjust their pants and push their friends around for staring, before my eyes dart right to his. I keep our eyes locked as I pull myself up, putting my back against the cold pole and circling my hips, before squatting.

A few men cheer, and I watch as the money starts stacking up on stage, but I barely pay attention. The choreography turning into instinct, and my confidence rising as I see Aldo shuffling in his seat.

I keep my eyes locked with his, before switching to the man sitting next to him.

I'm on my hands and knees now, crawling as I beckon his friend over with two of my fingers. He jumps up quickly, rushing over to the stage.

The crowd has now grown, and I wouldn't have noticed, if it weren't for the voice in my ear.

"At the bar. In disguise. Brown checked suit, Navy and black suit." Marco speaks. I ignore as I grab onto the tie of the man in front of me, pulling him until he crashes into the side of the stage. Everyone cheers, and I lift myself up onto my knees, looking down at the man, who's eyes are glued to my chest.

I look at Aldo, who seems entranced, and slightly jealous, which was the goal. I give him a small smirk, pushing the man in front of me away.

He stumbles back, the crowd cheering again, and I'm back on my hands and knees, then onto my back.

I arch my back slowly, about to make sure Aldo has a clear view of my chest, but something behind him catches my eye.

Brown checked suit, Marco, and a navy suit with a black dress shirt... Leon?

He stares me down, sitting at the bar, seated in the direct eye view behind Aldo. His tattoos are covered on his neck and hands, and his hair is sprayed a lighter shade. He's wearing glasses, and I think if I weren't for his eyes, I wouldn't have recognised him at all.

I flick my eyes back to Aldo, who still seems just as intrigued, and raise my legs. I try to focus on him, but my eyes keep moving to the figure behind him.

As I switch between Aldo and Leon, I begin to open my legs slowly, going further and further down until my black leather boots touch the floor, the crowd cheers, Aldo leans forward, Leon takes a drink, and I snap them shut.