Undetected

Chapter Nine

 I glanced at the time, it showed ten p.m. Much too early to head to the warehouse. But enough time for me to go back to Kitty Corral and hopefully find out more about this person named Shadow.

In little to no time, I was near the club. I parked down the street, far enough away, not to be noticed. As I became vapor again, the earlier chill was replaced with cold air that seemed to go right through me.

There were a few dancers that worked at Kitty Coral, that not only taught at House of Dance, but were students too, so it was best for me to remain invisible.

"Ouch!" I loudly exclaimed, as my torso felt like it was being squeezed, causing a cough to escape from my mouth. The feeling stopped as quickly as it started. As odd as it was, I waited until it passed. Once I felt OK, I glided along quickly, to the club.

The brawny bouncers, in basic black suits and comfortable shoes, stood at the entrance, ready for the evenings activities.

"Hello ladies." The shorter and more muscular of the bouncers smiled, turning all of his attention to the giggling group of bachelorettes wearing white veils, with condoms stapled to them, waiting to enter the club.

I wondered if this was the same group that started their party weekend at the Haus of Dance earlier. I had to hand it to the bachelorettes, they made sure to have loads of fun before the bride's wedding day.

The song "I am the Strip Club" by Iggy Azalea, filled the air as I zipped past them.

Once inside the showroom, only one girl was dancing, on the stage closest to the door. The stage on the other side of the room was empty. The lighting covered her in shades of purple, teal, emerald green, sapphire blue, and pastel pink. A few guys seated in front of her threw her a bill or two.

"Lets start this party!" A young Asian man, who was seated with a group of equally excited men, shouted, as the sexy waitress popped a champagne cork, that caused the bubbly to overflow. Numerous balloons with the numbers two and five written on them, and streamers on the walls, indicated that a birthday party was in progress.

The club probably wouldn't fill up with bodies for another hour or so, which left me plenty of space to zip around.

A far away whisper, and deep throaty laughter, drew me towards the back where the Champagne room was. I'd never been back there, but everyone knew it was the place where performers took eager clients, with flush pockets, for private dances.

"Would you like a private dance?" A sultry redhead with an hour-glass figure asked an engaged customer.

Through the effervescent silver beads that separated the Champagne room from the main room, I found myself in a space that was darker than the rest of the club, with low red background lighting, illuminating from small transparent scones attached to the walls. Leather couches, the color of red roses, were lined up against walls that were covered in black velvet curtains.

I flew into an area that looked like a cave, with small caverns, filled with the same red leather couches that were in the front area. The smell of pheromones, perfumes, champagne, beer, money, and sweat, blended into a sweet metallic scent that was cut into the space like drugs.

The place was empty except for a dancer and her client. Clad in a slinky red unitard that left little to the imagination, and a pair of 8 inch, light-up platform heels, the dancers' long golden locks swirled around the man, who looked happy to be there. Her seductive movements held him captive in their little makeshift cocoon.

"Oh I want you," he uttered in a half moan, his hands moving to places on her body that I thought weren't allowed.

"Don't touch please". The dancer asked politely, but that did nothing to deter him.