Mischief

Chapter Two

This fic has some quite heavy topics like panic attacks, violence, murder, drugs, sex, human trafficking and r*pe (not described, only referenced/insinuated and talked about), so MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING. 

-Monday 9:25 am - Derek

"I'm Deputy Derek Hale," I say once I have control of my vocal chords again. "I'd like to ask you and your co-workers some questions."

The curly-haired performer that is standing next to Mischief, whose 'name' is Ice, puts his hands on his hips. "What about?"

I cough as Ice's eyes pierce into mine. "Just responding to a call about this place. It's merely procedure. I would prefer the interviews be private though, for disclosure purposes." 

Mischief clicks his tong as his eyes drag up and down my form, and I shift awkwardly on my feet. "Okay, Monday's are pretty slow anyway. C'mon," his long, thin fingers wrap softly around my wrist, and I note how cold and dry his skin is, "you can do your interviews in my private room. It's the best one we have." 

I let myself be led to Mischief's assigned room, not really having a reason not to. "So, Mischief, how long have you worked at this establishment?" I ask as we walk.

He laughs, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. "How about," he starts, pulling me into a new space - a separate bar area - and into a room built into it, "you save your questions for me when I get interviewed." 

Mischief easily sits me down with a light push of my shoulders, licking his lips. 

I desperately try to ignore the seemingly thoughtless action. "Am I to interview you first then?" 

He grins. "I'm not that easy, Deputy Derek Hale. You can interview the girls first, then the boys. You can finish off with me." Then he leaves, letting me take in what he said, almost to the point where I'm hyperventilating - but I'm not. 

This Mischief definitely knows how to seduce someone, because, despite how uncomfortable I am, I've been successfully seduced. 

I get myself together and make it through two of the three women, but I'm struggling with the performer I saw on the stage when I first came in. She-Wolf, is her name, apparently. 

"Have you seen anything suspicious or strange happen here?" 

She smiles and tilts her head. "Strange and suspicious stuff always happens here. It's a strip club." 

"You do know strip clubs can be legitimate, right?"

"Well, that's no fun, is it?"

I sigh. "Are you here consensually? Do you feel safe?"

She laughs. "I'm as safe as I can be." 

She didn't say if she's working here through her own choice.

It's far from convincing, but I know I'm not going to get much else from her, so I end the interview. "Thank you for taking the time to talk to me," I say casually. "If you could send the next person in, that would be great." 

She winks at me and leaves the room. 

After a few moments, which I use to neaten up my notes and prepare for the next interview, the next person steps inside. 

The next person is Ice, who is nearly as cryptic as She-Wolf, and it doesn't really surprise me, but it's still frustrating. I can only hope that Mischief might give me some useful information. 

Unsurprisingly (since there are only five performers in this club), he's the next one that comes in, looking gorgeous. He has a deep, red silk robe tied around him, and as he walks, the slit shows off his smooth, freckled legs. "Hello again, Deputy," he says with a soft smile, sitting down across from me, hooking one leg over the other.