I paced nervously behind the curtain's, biting my lower lip as the club's DJ announced my stage name. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of my stomach. The stage lights were turned down low as I made my way slowly dragging a chair behind me. "You can leave your hat on" began playing. Something inside of me took over as I began to dance to the music. The usual crowd was there, but I noticed a new face among them. His masculine scent teased my sences. My movements were slow and deliberate, all my attention was focused on souly on the new comer. I motioned towards him and he approached quickly. Reaching the edge of the stage in three strides, his eye's focused on mine intently. I could feel a heated shiver run up my spine and settled in the pit of my stomach. A faint blush crossed my cheeks, making me bite my lower lip. He gave me a sly smile, revealing a dimple in his left cheek. I made my way towards him slowly, seductively like a minx. Removing my hat at the same time I removed his, switching them. With a wicked smile I rocked back on to my feet moving away from his grasp. He nodded and walked back to his seat, his gaze never leaving mine. With each twist of my hips and every movement I made a article of clothing was removed.
When the song ended I wore only his hat across my chest and a black thong. Wolfe whistle's followed me as I left the stage.
Hours later my bff in the whole world Katy and I had the pleasure of cleaning up the club after closing time. The bell rang above the door and there he stood, all sixfoot something of him. He winked at me and took a seat at an empty table. I made my way towards him and sat down in his lap. He spoke with a deep whisky laced voice. "Ma'am, I believe you still have something that belongs to me." I smiled and placed his hat back on his head. Before I could say anything my boss Mr. Stallworth grabbed me by my hair and pulled off of his lap. I yelled at him, cursing like a drunkin sailor. Mr.Stallworth raised his hand as if he were about to slap me, the tall stranger who's hat I'd taken earlier jumped up and pointed a loaded 38. caliber revolver at Mr. Stallworth's head. I could see a bead of sweat break out between his beady little eye's and roll down his pointed nose. A smile appeared on the man's face. "You lay another hand on this young woman and I'll shoot you without a second thought mister! Now move and give me all your money!"
My boss moved quickly for a short portly man of his stature. As soon as Mr. Stallworth handed the money to him inside of a leather bag , he grabbed me by the arm and forced me at gunpoint out the back door, but not before telling Katy and my boss that if the cop's were called he'd shoot me.
Outside he tied my hands and then blindfolded me so I wouldn't know were he was taking me. Left turn's felt like right turn's, right felt like left and forward felt like we were going in reverse. I hated that I was as helpless as a new born kitten. It seemed like he drove for hour's until he stopped. I could hear him get out of the truck and come around to the other side where I was sitting. The door opened and he helped me down. Leading me up a short flight of steps, telling me when to pick my feet up.
Once inside he placed me on what felt like a couch of some sort. I was instructed not to move unless I wanted to die. Fear kept me from moving a muscle even though I had to pee really bad. Moments later he returned with a pillow and some cover. He removed my blindfold and the bindings from my wrist. I bit my lip to keep it from trembling, my voice came out on a somewhat awkward and squeaky me note. "Can I go to the restroom please?" He eyed me speciously for a moment before he told me where it was. I hurried down the hallway and into the bathroom. I emerged a short while later and sat back down on the couch.
"I'm truly sorry about all of this ma'am, but I had no choice in the matter." His voice sounded calmer and smooth as Tennessee whiskey. It made my knee's go weak again. Hour's later I fell asleep on the couch, he stood by the fireplace and kept watch.
The sun's rays woke me up from my not so peaceful slumber. My captor walked out from what I'm guessing was the kitchen. The smell of food cooking made my mouth water and my stomach growl. But I refused to eat anything until he tells me what I need to know. Like who was he?, why I'm I still here? and what doe's he plan to do if he gets caught?. A million questions ran through my mind.
Four day's had passed slowly and I didn't know if I could hold out on my hunger strike much longer. I could tell also that my captor was also getting fed up with my stubbornness. He finally gave in and began telling me everything. " My name is Jack Conners. I was hired by your father to find you and protect you from his not so friendly associate's. See your father made a bad business deal with a crooked cop and his underworld cronies. Now that he's dead there after you." I shook my head in sheer disbelief as a tear rolled down my cheek. I could not, would not and refused to believe anything Mr. Conners said.
My mother had died only a couple years ago and left me with nothing but with only a birth certificate and a locket of her and my father. She told me he was some secret double agent or something. I thought she'd lost her freakin mind or she'd been sniffing glue. Now here I was with my personal body guard telling me that my mother wasn't crazy after all. I felt confused and light headed, the room began spinning. I guess I passed out,because Jack Conners had placed a cold wet rag on my forehead. I sat up slowly with his help, concern creased his handsome, rugged looks. His eye's were a deep coffee and gold splashed color, the kind a woman could get lost in and drowned if she wasn't careful.
A faint blush crept across my cheeks as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. He quickly excused himself and went back towards the kitchen. I gave in to the hunger and ate the home cooked meal. It really wasn't half bad. Mr. Conners gave me a sly smile and ate his food as well. After super he cleaned up the kitchen, I wondered through the house looking at old pictures.
