I leap out of his hold, slamming him back into his chair with my heeled foot. I wag my finger at him right before security quickly closes in and removes him from his seat. Tisk. Tisk. Should not have done that, buddy. One of the rules here, no hands on the girls in that manner. We don’t allow force upon them, no matter the temptation or how much your urges take over.
The song switches to Seduce by Russ and my body glides me over to the one person I should avoid. Without thinking, Inudge Monroe to the side and bend over seductively, coming up slowly as my hands glide up his thighs. He sucks in a breath at my touch, waiting for more. I twirl around and lean backwards into him and roll my hips up in the air and back down, grazing his lap, face almost touching his.
“You have been very naughty, baby girl. What the hell are you up to?” he whispers in my ear. His warm breath grazes my neck.
“Are you going to punish me, sir?” I purr before moving into a different position to keep the show going and staying away from suspicion.
A zing-like feeling runs through my body, straight to my pussy. Such a simple thing causes the need for him to build.
“I’m going to do more than punish you. You’ll be on your knees begging once I’m done with you,” he promises.
I can feel the heat radiating from the two of us; no doubt others can see the chemistry if they look close enough. I need to move away from him before things escalate further. If I could, I would jump his bones, right here, right now.
"A lot of threats from someone who’s not in control right now.” I force myself away from him and move over to his partner.
Stepping around the couch, I bend over her shoulder, run my fingers up her arms causing goosebumps to rise.
“If you ever get close to him like that again, you better pray that we never cross paths alone.” My words are live venom, twisting and embedding into her veins. Before she can say anything in return, I move to other guests amongst the crowd before returning to the stage.
The man in white has moved to a different spot, trying to blend in more with the crowd, searching for something. His eyes dart to the exit points, above to the ceiling as if trying tolook for cameras. I look away before he looks back towards my direction and I end my set.
Once back behind the stage, I’m greeted by Melodie with a robe and a bottle of water. I give her a smile of gratitude and wrap myself up before taking a drink. I forgot how taxing dancing could be on the body. I nod my head, signaling her to follow, and we make our way into the elevator up to my office. Once we reach the third level, we move to my office where Antonio and Larson are already waiting for me.
“I had no idea you could move like that, Celeste. You really played the part.” Larson looks up with eyebrows raised as I pass him towards the divider where I can change.
Melodie shuts the door and turns the blinds from the office so no one can peek in and presses a button on a remote to black out the windows so pedestrians can’t get a clear view of my ass while changing. She plucks a bag that holds my change of clothes from behind a cabinet at my desk and brings it over to me.
“You were a little too close for comfort with the agent back there. What the hell was that, Celeste?” Antonio grumbles.
“Just needed to make a statement was all. I made my rounds around the room to make it less obvious. Chill,” I call out from behind the screen, peeling off my attire and tossing it to the side.
I slide my under-garments and leggings on with a tank and a loose hoodie. Not something I would wear other than at home relaxing, but it’ll play the part for the end of the night shift. I can’t leave the club in my attire from earlier as the dolled-up club owner. I leave the wig on and twirl it into a clip. Stepping around the screen, I sit in my seat behind my desk. Larson twirls his laptop around so I can get a clear view of the feed. The man that I spotted is in one of the divided shots.
He’s starting to get more agitated and he’s discreetlylooking for anyone who may be watching him or catching on to who he is. So far, the agents have no clue who he is or they haven’t acted on it yet. We need to act before they do in order for our plan to work.
“Melodie, I want you to make sure the girls do not leave. If they aren’t performing, they’re in the changing room. They are to stay put until you’re given the all clear.” I give her orders, making sure she’s clear on the directions.
We want to make sure none of the girls become his next victim and get taken instead of me. We can’t afford a mishap.
“The girls are aware and we have additional security making sure they follow directions and no unauthorized person goes into that room. They’re too spooked anyways to leave without an escort. Are you going to be okay? I’m worried for you, Celeste.” She stares back at me with so much concern; it’s heart-warming how much she cares about me.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me. My only concern right now is to get Samantha back safe. Whatever you see or hear, do not follow. The boys will take care of me. If the police or FBI ask questions, you know nothing. Understood?” I give her a knowing look.
It’s one thing for me to go down for what we’re about to do, intervening with an investigation, killing their suspect, the basics but I don’t want anyone else getting the heat. I’m not worried about us getting caught, we’re well protected by the system but it's a nuisance having the police poke around and making the girls nervous.
“Yes, of course. I’ll go check on the event downstairs and the girls. Let me know if you need anything.” She hesitates for a moment, staring at me as if it’s the last time she’ll see me before she takes her leave.
I’ll be back. No one can take down the Reaper so easily. They tried but failed miserably.
“You sure you want to go through with this, cuz? We’ll have a tracker on you and will get you in and out. We can figure something else out so you don’t have to.” Antonio speaks with so much worry.
“Yeah, we can have him followed. You do not have to subject yourself to what he might bring. We don’t know what he’s capable of and we cannot lose you if something goes wrong. Your life is worth so much more,” Larson tag teams.
Their concerns are valid and I hate that I caused them so much stress but this is what we do. Leaders don’t sit back and let others do all the work. They get their hands dirty too.
“My life is not more than Samantha’s or any other women he has tortured. I’m sure of it. It’s the only way to find Samantha. This has to be done,” I snap back at them, not meaning for it to come out as hard as it does.
But it’s true, they have a family and Samantha has a daughter who’s waiting for her to come home. No matter what happens, she’ll get out of there. Even if that means I’m left behind or dead.
