Zodiac

The agent

The music faded as the announcers voice filled the room  "how is everyone liking amateur  night," applause and cheers filled the air. "I said how's everyone liking amateur night," the cheers got even louder.
"that's what I'm talking about, alright please give it up  for  our next girl,"
the lights changed to a deep red  as a slow beat filled the room "Arieeeessss," the announcer finished.

The tattoos that littered her cinnamon skin looked like a work of art they seemed alive under the lights they glowed and rolled up her skin as the women rolled her hips to the beat silkily. She moved fluidly on the stage. Only glimpses of her face could be seen behind the big cloud that floated around her face. Even with the fro covering her eyes he felt her stare. Her lips were visible red plump he didn't miss her tongue slide across the velvet skin. She sensually arched her back her face resting on the stage as she made circular motions, before popping to the beat she slowly slid up rolling her hips as her hands slid up her flat stomach over the curve of her breast before grasping her throat. Tilting her head back and allowing the sensual expression on her face to be seen she paused for a beat  before turning and slowly  walking away sultrily. When the lights changed and the music followed suit that's when he had come out of his stupor. People were whooping and hollering and cheering loudly as the money left on the stage got collected. He felt like he was hypnotized for a second. It seemed he wasn't the only one he looked at Roman who was smirking to himself, a cat who found a bird flying to low to the ground. "I'd tap that," Nikki spoke up; brushing his fingers through his floppy brown hair. He would tap anything. "Would you hit that Michael?" Nikki asked, he looked towards Michael he seemed uninterested but Michael could be quite hard to decipher he was chill and easy going, charming but most of all calculating he was the type that would smile in your face one second and put a bullet in your back the next. You wouldn't see it coming, a personality befitting for a man who lead a drug ring and dealt within other illegal activities. "Ehh Shawn seemed more interested maybe I could get you a private room with her as a reward for your amazing work." He knew not to turn down a reward. He watched as Roman turned to his brother, Michael "I want her though,"Roman demanded. "you haven't even finished off your last one, besides it's his first reward, you can have her after," Michael responded. Roman glared at him before nodding in agreement. He knew better than to question his brother. Roman was nothing like his brother he wasn't very secretive of his plans, he was impulsive, sadistic, quick to a temper, only his brother could keep him in line. If he wanted that girl he'd surely have her. Nothing he could say would save her. "Have fun tonight cause afterwards she's mine," Roman looked at him pointedly daring him to say otherwise. He only nodded at him keeping up his aloof manner. "A man of few words, that's Shawn for you," Michael spoke. He couldn't put his hands on it but he felt uneasy. "Go to the private room I'll have her sent there," Michael smiled.

The moment he walked into the room he noted the cuffs that connected to some parts of the couch and he wondered what this room was used for. The lighting in the room was red. he sat on the large couch that spread across the wall a small stage in front of him. He was nervous, every muscle in his body was tensed. The door opened and in walked the dancer, everything about her felt captivating, his eyes followed her every movement. She had stopped on the mini stage in the room it filled with music as she started another dance slowly her body catching every beat with her hips and hands. She fluidly moved to the floor on her hands and knees crawling towards him fuck he thought. Her hands roamed up his legs onto his strong thighs. he found her sliding into his lap her small hands counting their path up his chest "what's your name," she whispered into his ear. "Shawn," he spoke. "What do you do for a living Shawn," she asked grabbing his hands and leading them up the sides of her body. She continued to dance practically grinding on his lap. "Mmm I do insurance, he spoke." "Insurance, she questioned trailing his hands back down her body  her lips attached to his neck and his head lulled a little as she began to suck. shit he didn't feel the cold metal close around his wrist until it was to late. "You keep some bad company," she whispered in his ear sending chills down his spine. "I'm gonna ask you a few questions and if you lie to me I'll kill you," she whispered.  Damn This was not how he thought he'd be spending the night. the door slammed open. The girl jumped her head snapping to the door. "Don't move," Michael  spoke his gun trained at him. Roman right behind him he walked in close pulling the girl up by her hair "Shawn I never pegged you for the kinky type, he slid the gun up the girls neck groping her thigh, "get off of me,"she gritted out. "Enough Roman you can play later." Michael spoke. He gave an exasperated sigh before practically throwing the woman into the corner by her hair. "I hope the dance was good Shawn cause it's the last one your getting." Nikki spoke.
" I bet you didn't think we'd find out you were FBI," what "No point in denying it, Mr. Reynolds gave us a list just a moment ago of undercover FBI agents and guess who we saw," Micheal smirked as he held the gun.
"I guess we shouldn't call you Shawn anymore huh, what was your real name again, ohh that's right Kai. Don't look to upset we threatened to kill his daughter," Roman smiled "I guess you never saw my latest toy right" Roman continued to speak.
He probably should've been more worried about how he'd get out of here alive but still he found himself saying "what will you do with the list."
"That doesn't concern you anymore, now does it" Michael spoke. Three distinct shots fired off the noise causing him to flinch, shoulders hunching involuntarily trying to make himself small.  His mind raced trying to asses what had just occurred Roman, Michael, and Nikki had  hit the floor in succession, blood splattered along his body and bloomed on the tile floor.  The dancers face was calm she tucked  the gun into her boot. He never even noticed she was carrying "An FBI agent, that suits you, Kai." she spoke walking away.