SHUT DOWN | JENLISA

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Lisa

"How's everyone enjoying their night!?" The speakers perked up, and everyone cheered in response. "All right, all right, let's settle down. We have a very rare surprise for you. We have a special dancer coming to perform for you guys tonight. If you were a real one, you'll know her by her stage name. Gather around and give her a round of applause. Let's welcome Fairy!"

He shouted, and the crowd roared in excitement. I walked over to the forming crowd and pushed past them until I reached the front of the screaming and shouting men. They were getting their money ready and throwing it before she even got on stage.

"Who is Fairy?" I asked a man that was pulling out hundreds.

"She used to strip at this club years ago but stopped and got out of the business." He shouted over the music, and my eyes darted over the stage that was now empty. "Guess she's back!"

The blaring colours dulled, and only a dark, maroon light flashed over one stripper pole. The loud music disappeared, and a softer, more sensual song played, and the woman that identified as Fairy stepped out slowly.

Her long and thick platform heels clicked on the floors of the stage as she walked over to the pole with the spotlight. You really couldn't see much with how the lighting was, but what the light showed had me swallowing thickly. She wore purple lingerie that looked fucking magnificent on her pearly white skin.

It was all garter, lace, and the push up bra she was wearing added that final touch. Glitter took over her eyes and the tops of her cheeks. Her lips were full and glossy, and they shined underneath the light. God, her body was fucking perfection.

Her curves were sophisticated, and her face was a mixture of beautiful and dangerous. I assumed the purple hair she was sporting wasn't her real hair, but it went with the colour of her lingerie. Everything felt like background noise as she began to dance.

I forgot how to breathe as she swayed and moved to the beat of the song. It was like watching a painting come alive. It was sexy, sensual, and daring to watch her tilt her hips and dip her body back.

It was entrancing to see how low she could get to the floor or how flexible she was when she wound her body tightly around the pole. I felt like I was under some spell by the vixen dancing because I couldn't think of anything else. It felt like all my problems and thoughts vanished into thin air as she crawled closer to the crowd.

There was a tattoo on her back that resembled wings. They weren't thick or detailed like angel wings but softer and more feminine. Fairy wings. Her stage name is Fairy. My breath was stolen away from me once her eyes caught mine.

It was those feline eyes that instantly made me recognise her. It's her. The one I'm after. Jennie Kim. She didn't flinch or blink or even falter in her dance. Now that I knew it was her, I should run. I should leave the crowd and cringe in disgust. But I didn't.