Dangerous Love(BOOK1)

17.

Anonymous POV

Another night, same job, different client. Usually they want me to handle the typical types of bad guys. The Sex Trafficers, The Pimps, The Assholes, The Abusers, The ones that just need to be taken care of.

Tonight, I am working on a man that has a short temper. A young lady I know informed me that he was very rough with her. He gave her a black eye and a busted nose. Its not much, I know. But- I dont take to kindly to Bad Guys.

Its about 12:48AM, Saturday Morning. Im sitting outside a local strip club in town called, Wiled Rocks. Im at the restaurant across the street, "eating a late dinner."

But really? I'm watching...

Watching Theodore Merkowski, as he walks up to the club with a couple larger men surrounding him and a small group of ladies. He is in a purple suit, and has quite too much bling for having the male sexual organs. His double chin jiggles as he stops and laughs with the man standing at the door, then enters with his group. Leaving my curiosity hanging off of a cliff.

There was no line formed outside the club doors, so it wouldn't be hard for me to just walk right though and be so close to my target. But that had the possibilities to blow my cover and get my into A LOT of trouble. So I sit, in my small booth outside this strange indian restaurant, watching the unmoving doors. I look at my watch, 1:00AM.

I stand and decide to go against my better judgement. I'm going inside the building. For some fucked up reason, I wanted to get a closer look at the bastard. So, I slowly cross the street and stride nonchalantly towards the doors. I place my hand on a door and begin to push, when suddenly a manly arm stops me.

"Excuse me. May I see your ID?" He says in a low voice.

"My ID?" I raise a brow and look at him.

"Yes. Your identification, Please." he says more sternly.

"Of course." I step back with a smile and grab my wallet in my back pocket.
I pull out the card with a picture of my face and a fake name & age on it. I hand it to him like normal and he inspects it for a moment.

"Alright. Have a good night Mr. Jackson." he hands me the card back and turns away from me.

Hm, I knew it would be simple. I return to my intentions and push through the doors. Music plays loudly but not loud enough to when people cant hear eachother. I walk through a small hallway then through a beaded door curtain before seeing multiple half naked females walking through the room. Also quite a few men, waving rightous dollar bills at the women on stage taking their clothes off.

Light colors flash around the room; I smell alcohol and cigarettes. My eyes scan each table, looking at every man stuffing single dollar bills into a young beautiful girls underwear. The girls flashing their breasts to try get extra tips. Disgusting men, smoking their cigars and putting their greasy hands on these womens bodies. I keep looking around for Theodore until I feel a soft touch on my right bicept.

"Hey baby." a sweet high pitched voice soothes my ears.

I look over at a gorgeous, short redheaded girl. Wearing only a thong and a push up bra. She had beautiful bright green eyes with thick makeup surround them.

"Hello." I say blankly.

"Wanna come sit down? Get more comfortable..." she smiles a stunning smile and places both of her hands on my pecks, before slided them down my body and returning them to my bicepts.
I swollow hard, my eyes cant help but look at her magnificent body. "Yes." was all I could say.

She takes my hand gently into hers and guides me to a spot closer to the back. Instantly, I sit down and look up at her. She steps very close and spreads her legs to straddle my lap, and rests her arms on my shoulders around me neck.

"Do you have money?" She whispers into my ear.

Her hot breath makes me so aroused. It wasnt until I told her I did and asked her was $50 would get me, that I noticed I was here to do a job. A very inportant job that this woman distracted me from.

But my mind was quickly taken over when she said, "Oh baby, anything you want."

She started with a simple dance. She was rubbing against me, I was controlling my urges. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her perfectly shaped breasts as she basically dry humped me. It was great.

Until...

I heard his laugh.

It echoed from the low ceiling to me. My eyes instantly wonder to his fat face, sitting a few tables away. Naked girls sitting around him giggling while he pokes each of them om the nipples.
I try to focus more on him but I feel a swift movement that crashed all my focus to the ground and I toss my head back a little. The girl begins sucking on my neck and her grinding her hips perfectly on my body. I quickly glance at my clock, 1:34AM.

I have 41 minutes until I need to be in position, prepared and ready for the job. That gives me about 15 more minutes to enjoy this outrageously sexy stripper.