Her Hidden Life

Chapter One

I flip the heavy pink wig's hair behind me as I hold the pole in a tight grip. My clammy hands slip a bit when I twist my legs up and over the silver pole. As my legs come down from the twist I scan the room.

Hundreds of heads bob up and down as they dance to the music. I ignore all of them, I have my eyes out for one person. One person that will stick out like a sore thumb.

"Frader, do you see anything?"

I stop my dancing a bit to hold the mic to my ear to hear better. Will he ever wait for me to contact him first? If I see anything I would immediately inform him.

"No, Sam, I do not."

I do not have time to voice my thoughts because if I were to talk to long someone may notice. So I scan the stage, then the large dark room. My eyes stop on one man in particular. He wore a dark suit with heavy shades, who needs shades in a dark room? I would think he was security if he had a better body stance.

A security guard stands with his hands behind his back, crossed. His legs shoulder length apart. His head would turn ever so slightly to scan the room every five minutes. Mainly, to be specific, he would have reacted seriously to the fist fight that just happened not even ten minutes ago. Yet, the suit clad man, stood his ground paying no attention to the irresponsible men.

Suddenly his face turns to me and I look away quickly. I continue to grind my half decent body against the pole behind me. I took a glance at the man once more and saw him holding his ear like I would. If I was talking to someone important.

"Sam, I think I found someone worth talking to." I spoke to Sam through the mic.

"Where?" I can just see him examining the screen in front of him, searching for the potential victim. I stalk off the wide stage and around to a area the man can not see me hold my ear piece.

"He is standing next the back exit, where it is less crowded." I spoke back to him. My eyes scan over the grinding bodies once more to search for anything else out of place.

"Frader, that is security-"

"No, examine his stance, and a second ago there was a dispute between two men and he made no move to stop them." I argue back.

"Okay okay, we are keeping an eye on him. Why did you get off stage? We need you looking out." His irritated voice spoke to me like I was a child.

"Because I am sick of sweating. I need a break." I smart off to him.

"When you are in this situation, you do not leave your designated spot. Get back on that stage now." He orders me like I am dumb to this whole situation. I was getting impatient with him so when he starts to talk again, I mute the speaker. I sigh in relief when his irritating voice stops ordering me around.

I lean my hot body against the cool brick wall behind me. Since the top I was wearing was a revealing one that shows my cleavage and ties in the back with to thin strings, it let's the cool surface calm my steaming body. I close my eyes briefly and lean my head against the wall to rest a bit.

We have been working on this case for a good time now. It's been four months and not once have we caught anyone. I want this to end, I know we are getting closer since the last thing we heard was that Mister Hustier enters this club oftenly. When we got that evidence they instantly sent me out to be a pole dancer so I could scan the room and report any visible suspicion.

At the time I agreed, seeing as it was the first case I have been involved in since the accident. Yet, now, I wish I never took the open opportunity, they are technically using me as bait. They are hoping that I will attract the attention of Hustier and he will fall into the trap. It has been four months of this strategy and I think we need a new one.

When I feel someone's eyes on me, I snap my head up and take quick posture. I survey my surroundings and notice one thing out of area. The guy I had my eyes on a second ago was now standing a few yards away from me, facing the huge room of grinding bodies. I notice how his fingers twitch by his side every so often. A nervous habit maybe?

I slowly look to my left and see another man dressed casually. He would look like a normal guy at a club if it was not for the black cord that went under his hair and disappeared into his ear. All instincts told me to walk quickly to the stage so I could be in clear eye shot of Sam, but another part said 'stay, moving is dangerous'. The safer one took my control and I move my feet to the stage once more. I notice the men slightly step towards me and that is when I notice the game they are playing at. They know I am no normal girl working for quick cash.

I reach to my side and feel the outline of the small pistol. I felt it just to be sure. It is small but could end up being fatal to the victim it is aimed at. I stumble to turn on the speaker I muted not even five minutes ago.

"-Answer me now!" Sam's voice boomed. I jump and that is all it takes for the man in the black suit to run at me. I run to the stage steps in utter bewilderment. I want to turn and make shots at them, but my hand froze and would not let me. I was choked up.

"Sam! Now!" I yell when suddenly someone tackles me to the ground. I twist my body around wildly and jerk my knee up. It connects to the person's lower region and he groans in pain. I push him off me just to be jerked up by two ruff hands.

"What did I tell you about muting me?" The voice hisses and I realize it is Sam. My worries leave me as he sits on the guy I was just tackled by. The cuffs that twist around the mans wrists tighten painfully. The guy groans, probably still in agony from the blow he just received from my sharp knee. I smirk as I watch him angrily twist and turn to get Sam off if him, but I drop the sly remark when I remember the other guy. I look to the spot the guy was just standing in and catch sight of the casual white t-shirt running through the crowd of people.

I take my first instinct and run up the stage steps, my eyes never leaving the running figure. I stumble a bit and finally jerk the black stilettos off my feet. I now run faster and the white shirt was now stuck between grinding bodies. He was obviously struggling to make his way to the exit. I jump off the stage and into a jumble of people, when my feet hit the ground I sprint in the direction of the struggling figure.

The guy gets out of the situation and continues to run towards the exit. He is almost there when he is tackled. Not by me though. I halt in my steps a bit when I see another man straddling the man I was just chasing.

"Stop!" I order when I reach the two struggling men.

"I got him! Now what did he do? Steal something? Hurt you? Even worse, threaten you?" He hisses glaring at the shocked man under him. He raises his fist ready to hit the shocked man when I grab his arm sharply. I reach into my back pocket and produce a set of hand cuffs, once they are securely around the guys wrists I glare at the man that interfered.

"Frader! What were you think-" Sam stops mid-sentence when he sees the sight before him. Shock fills his features and he stops in his steps. "What is going on?" He asks sternly. "Leave." He orders angrily to the man I was just about to tell at. The guy leaves quickly at the harsh voice of Sam. Sam grabs the yelling, hand cuffed man harshly and jerks him around ordering him to shut up.

"You have no right to take me like this! I am a innocent bystander and- and-" the guy continues to ramble on with a bunch of lies and Sam exits the building; dragging the guy with him.

My chest starts to vibrate which makes me jump. My caller ID pops up and I walk outside like Sam did not to long ago. I answer the call and put it to my ear.

"Hey I just woke up randomly and I was worrying about you. It is two in the morning. When will you be home?" His drowsy voice echoes through the phone. I smile a bit at the worrying tone that shows out just a bit.

"I am okay, honey. I will be home in just a little bit." I comfort him. He does this every so often.

"Okay, I will see you when you get home then. I love you." He says reassuringly. This time I smile wider.

"I love you, Dayton." I reply and we end the call.

I keep my job and him as far away from each other as possible. It is not that I'm worried about him leaving me because of it.

I'm am scared he will get hurt.

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I am watching a lot of criminal shows here lately and thought of this. I have no idea where the idea came from, but so far, I like it.