THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER
"Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss."
His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my low...
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"What just happened?"
"I killed him," I whispered, headed up the large, spiral staircase. It was darker up here. But instead of an eerie feel, it gave me a sense that it was meant to be dimmed in a sensual way. Lurking through the hallway, I leaned closer to the doors on my right, hearing low, inaudible music beam against the walls.
"Where are you?" Clay asked.
"Upstairs," I whispered, stepping past a few doors until I came to the thought of what this hallway could be for. "I think this is where the strippers are."
"Strippers?" I heard a muffled voice, as if they were eating. By the lighter, more high-pitched tone, I could assume it was Simon.
"Yes, Simon. Strippers." Clay sighed irritably.
I made sure to keep note that there could be cameras upstairs, so I walked casually down the hallway, as my ears secretly listened. "Try to find their chambers, Valentina." Clay said. I found the end of the hallway that took me back downstairs.
I fixed the strap of my dress that was slipping from my shoulder, and walked across the large Main Room to a separate door.
"The guards are everywhere," I informed Clay. "There's at least two at each door."
I passed a line of guards, a small smile on my face when the one on the right sent me a smirk. I kept the expression a stone, even when passing the one on the left who was skeptically scoping me out, his eyes close to a glare.
I made it to where I could see someone's desk that was a short distance from where I was standing. It was barricaded in sturdy glass that I could only assume was bulletproof, next to a large door. I presumed it was the chambers, as Clay has something similar.
"I think I found them," I said, turning my head as I spoke, so if anyone were watching, they could only see my lips move for a second.
Suddenly, a line of maids came walking down the hallway and into the Grand Room, where I had been stood. I watched as they all walked down the line together, and headed upstairs. I furrowed my eyebrows.
I took a breath before striding over to the stairwell, and walked back up. The darkness took over my vision again, and it gave me an odd mix of emotions. In a sense, it was comforting, as I was now out of the direct light. Though in another sense, it felt like someone could be lurking in the shadows.
I headed for one of the doors, slowly pushing the handle down to avoid making any obvious noise.
I froze, hearing a shuffle that wasn't my own footsteps.
As I pushed the door open, a hand gripped my arm. Then when I turned, everything went black.
