9. SINFUL STRIPPING

OWEN

I needed to clear my head.

Marco had given me promises, but those were all they were—fucking promises. Hopefully, his plans would work, because if they did not, I would have to do it my way.

And my way was certainly bloodier than what he wanted to do. I was never going down without a fight.

I signed off a few packages, including the illegal ones, after which I called for my Personal Assistant and handed it to her so she could distribute it to everyone involved and I could be on my way to the club.

"Hi, Sir…" Trisha's voice dripped with seduction as she walked inside my office and I simply assessed her from head to toe, having a cigar in my mouth. Her shirt was unbuttoned to almost the middle, revealing the cleavage of her huge tits. Her skirt was impossibly tight and a bit short at the same time.

Hmm.

Women did not control me or my dick, except I wanted it. So even as she stood in front of me, half naked, looking really sinful, I could not bring myself to be excited enough.

I gestured to her to come forward with a finger and she walked to me, her lips pulling upward in a smile. The second she bent over, making sure her cleavage was directly in my face, I slipped my hand into her shirt and grabbed one taut boob in my hand.

My thumb rubbed her nipple harshly and she gasped, leaning forward even more, but because I was really not in the mood for this… I pushed her off me and sighed,

"Take the packages and get out."

She did not have to ask about it. My tone was toxic enough. She grabbed the documents off my table and with one last, longing look in my direction, she twisted around and walked away.

I sighed, checking the time as I prepared to leave for the club.

Maybe that Mae woman would be able to lift my mood. There was something about her, apart from the way she loved talking out of turn and asking dangerous questions. She was intriguing, fucking sexy, and beautiful.

That night when I had finally caught a glimpse of her curves, I could not get the image off my head. Her tits were not large, but they were big and fit her stature properly. Just how I liked them.

Mae Rivera was a head turner and even if she was not the most beautiful woman I had seen, she was definitely on the top list of one of the most interesting.

Mike and Greg walked behind me as I entered the club, commanding all eyes on me with just my presence. I chanced a brief glance around for her, noticing that she was not here yet. Or maybe it was not her turn yet.

I walked towards the VVIP section and sat amongst a couple of business partners whom I exchanged greetings and firm handshakes with.

"Amazing selection, Powers. The girls are hot as hell." One of them appraised. I nodded with a smirk, accepting a glass of vodka from the barman.

"Especially that blonde one. I have had my eyes on her all night. And then the one with the blue hair too. I wonder if she also dyed the hairs down there." Another said and some of the men laughed along with him.

The blue haired girl was Isis, I had learned that after her previous roommate ran off because she was pregnant. The truth was that no one could escape this place once the person was in, and she knew that because she found out who we were, and also found out some crucial information about us.

I could not let her live.

Isis's roommate did not run away, well she tried to, but she was killed in the process.

I blocked out the voices of the horny men around me and focused on the dancers. I was almost calling for Scar to ask when the red number would be out and ready to perform, until I saw her.

Mae stepped out from the shadows, her cheeks flushed and her eyes a bit teary, like she had been crying before this. It was barely noticeable, but I could see the twitching of her fingers and her lips. It was like she did not want to be here.

I straightened in my seat, curious about what the heck was happening to her.

The men around me did not notice, or maybe they did and could not give two fucks about her wellbeing. They all just threw compliments at her and kept talking about how sexy she looked in her uniform.

Mae stepped well onto the stage now, the silver of her outfit catching every flicker of light in the room. The music started low, a steady rhythm that matched the sway of her hips as she walked to the center. She moved with expertise, every step deliberate, every motion fluid. Her arms lifted above her head, framing her body as she rolled her shoulders and dipped her waist in time with the beat.

Fuck.

Her silver set clung to her pale skin that I imagined leaving bite marks on, shimmering like liquid metal as she turned. When she leaned back, her fiery red hair spilled over her shoulders, catching the glow of the spotlights, and she continued to move her body to the beat, slow and teasing.

She dropped low after a while, her knees bending effortlessly, then rose just as smoothly, her hand trailing up her side like she was painting a line that only she could see.

Her movements sped up as the music did, her body hitting every beat with precision. Droplets of sweat that started framing her face already.

Mae twisted her hips and snapped her head to the side before letting her hands slide down her thighs, lingering before coming back up.

When she turned again, her light greens met my hooded, dark eyes but only for a second before she quickly turned away and focused on the others. She did one last move, twerking her ass softly, but causing an uproar nonetheless.

"Fuuccckkk.. did you see how that ass jiggled with such a small move?"

"Too damn soft, man. I would pay anything to hit that."

I ignored the voices around me, sharing one last look with her as the song ended, leaving nothing but silence and the sound of the room catching its breath before a thunderous round of applause.

I took a sip of my sixth glass of vodka, delirious with pride for a woman I barely even knew. As I got off my seat, I told myself I was only going to meet her to know why she had those fucking tears in her eyes, and that was only because I cared about my workers.