STRIP CLUB INVESTIGATION

****XANDER*****

"Detective Kim is on leave. This is your chance to get promoted to detective. Don’t blow it off." My boss said over the phone, as I stood outside the strip club waiting in line as I listened to him.

"I won’t mess it up, boss. You can count on me." I assured.

"Alright Xander, if you find the culprit, consider yourself promoted," he said and hung up. I sighed. We had been talking on the phone for hours on my way to the strip club. I was expected to catch a criminal in the strip club that had been abducting desperate girls for sex trafficking.

I looked behind me. I had a feeling I was being trailed. Maybe it’s just a figment of my imagination. I removed my face mask and tossed it to the floor. I have enough money to woo strippers so I can get to the bottom of this. The line started moving after a long pause. There was a neon sign above the main door that said, "Dead End."

The door was opened wide for everyone to go inside. I strolled into the empty foyer. Both the pay booth and the cloakroom desk were unattended. I walked through the curtain of the archway and went into the main bar.

The room was large, with tables and chairs scattered haphazardly about the main floor. It was decorated in dark blue and white trimmings.

I was standing close to the main stage. The right-hand side was the bar, with stools on either end for customers. I noticed the VIP area. There were a lot of sofas there, and a few screens that gave the people there more privacy. I tilted my head, trying to look into the VIP area, but I couldn’t see anything but girls walking into the room and the sound of booming music.

There were only six poles with half-naked girls dancing on them, with perverted men standing around them, slapping their butt cheeks with money as they danced on the poles to the rhythm of the music as the disco ball shone on their bodies. One of the strippers was getting all the attention. She was petite. She was making her butts jiggle on the pole as the men poured drinks on her naked ass. She was wearing a red bikini.

I was about to walk to the VIP area when I felt someone’s hand around my body. I turned around to see the person and realized it was a girl I had never met in my life before. With her glamorous look and makeup, I could tell that she was a stripper.

"Hello, big boy, how may I help you?" She said, in a seductive tone, with her hands never leaving my body, she was quite pretty for a stripper. I couldn’t look at her without seeing her huge breasts that were cupped up by the tight bra she was wearing. Her eyes wandered down my body.

"I am just here to have fun, will you be willing to play with me?" I asked with a grin.

"You are not wearing a khaki, so I can’t give you a lap dance, but I can romance you if you want, but that will be twenty dollars," she said with a smile. All they know is money. She is just looking for a way to make a lot of money from me.

"How do I get into the VIP zone?" I asked.

"It’s easy, big boy," she said, standing in front of me with her hand on my neck and looking into my eyes.

"You just have to pay a fee of one thousand dollars to get in there." She replied.

"What sort of treatment do people get there?" I asked.

"Hehehe, big boy, are you sure you want to know?" She said, stroking my pocket with her hand. I knew she was trying to see if I had money.

"Tell me," I muttered. She moved closer to me and put her mouth in my ear.

"You get to do anything to us, you can even take off your jeans." She whispered, and my eyes widened. I need to get into that place. The man I am looking for might be in there. I tried to put my hand around her waist. She held my hand and moved away from me with a frown.

"Don’t touch me, you didn’t even tip me." She said, biting her lower lip. She tried to walk away, but I grasped her hand and pulled her back to me.

"Chill baby, here you go," I said and handed her 20 bucks. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

"Wait...I will be right back." She said and walked away. I knew she was trying to get away from me because she thought I was broke. I inhaled and exhaled, and took out my debit card, heading toward the VIP area. My debit card fell off my hand. I squatted and picked it up. I noticed a slim, beautiful girl with large green eyes, bobbed black hair with a touch of red, and a cute upturned nose that made her look innocent. She looked stunning, although she was wearing a black miniskirt and a white shirt.

Our eyes met. She swayed her slender hips. That sent a wave of desire through me. She flipped her long black hair to the side, and I noticed she was with a guy. He was carrying her bag. She looked like a boss lady. Her aura was fire. Gosh! I need a girlfriend; my life is so boring. I came here to investigate, and I am checking out a bad girl, fuck! I tried my best to look away as they both walked to the bar area.

I bumped into the staff standing outside the VIP zone.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a rude tone.

"Chill man, I just want to join the VIP team," I said, and I flashed him my debit card.

"Why didn’t you say so?" he remarked and brought out a card machine. I handed my debit card to him and pressed my pin. My eyes wandered to the hot chick I just saw. She was sipping a drink with her guy in the bar area.