Blurred Lines

Hookers and blow

tw: drugs, death, prostitutes
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Michael pov

"Michael, meet us in the equipment room." I hear upon picking up a call, and change course to said room.

"What's up?" I said to Claire, who sat on a table with a duffel next to her.

"You just finished your dance classes right?" I nodded, having loved most of the dances we had to learn to blend in. "We need a fake stripper to kill a fancy business man."

"I'm in." I love messing with horny men.

"Sweet, let's go." Malcom was coming along as well, but he was less enthusiastic.

A few hours later we arrived at the correct strip club and were sent to the dressing room to change.

"My god." I snorted upon being tossed the outfit. It was barely an outfit, based on a police officer so I could have 'fake' guns strapped to my hips.

Once I was properly suited up and stretched (not in that way u pervs) Claire took a moment to laugh at my outfit, then showed me what our suspect looked like.

"You're in skimpy clothes too." Malcom said, tugging the hem of his miniskirt down a bit. He was going as a waiter with a few packets of poison to try and get him with those.

Should that fail I'd shoot him and we'd run.

We got here just as dusk hit, and now a few dancers have been out for some songs. I knew me and Claire would only go on when our guy got here, so we waited in the wings; watching the entire room, most drinking or doing some form of drugs. 

I myself prefer weed, but these douchebags were snorting straight cocaine.

At about eleven, our target strutted in and took a seat almost front and center.

"Heads up Mike, looks like he's got back up." Malcom says as he passes by, pointing to another two waiters who looked out of place and young, a guy and a girl. The guy looked kinda familiar but I couldn't tell through the lighting of the club. (y' already know who it is)

Nevertheless, we took the stage on the next song. I knew what I was doing and did it well, moving to the beat of the random pop song and holding an amused smirk the entire time, subtly watching our target and his backup.

I watched as Malcom gave the table a round of drinks, which I knew were all poisoned but to our dismay he didn't take one and now I had to shoot him. 

As I spun around the pole I flashed Claire a look, and she slightly nodded. As the song climaxed we simultainiously thunked to the floor and made a show of drawing our weapons. The beat dropped and she shot two blanks off into the air, grinning.

Claire spun in her heel and shot our target between the eyes, causing a panic to go up. we ditched the guns and began ascending up the poles quickly, but two more shots went off and I felt a sharp sting in my side while I watched Claire fall, blood pouring from a shot directly to her heart.

I know I shouldve felt sad but I didnt. We weren't close, and at this point I'd made my peace with death and the fact no one would stay for long.

What I did do was lose my grip on the pole and barely land in the heels I was in.

The out of place boy hopped up on the stage and before I could regain stability he placed a kick to the side of my head, causing everything to go black.