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Nice Pair Stripclub June 2, 2008, 2339 hours Lima Time The girl on stage turned around and bent over, displaying her tight behind to the seated men and getting a small cheer from a group of them for it. She swivelled back to face them and flashed a smile in their direction, earning herself another cheer from the lads. One of them threw some notes onto the stage, which the girl artfully retrieved by doing the splits, grabbing the money with her hands before returning to her upright status. A couple of moves later and she had removed her skirt, swinging it round her head a few times before letting it fly off to the side of the stage. Left wearing only a g-string and bra underneath a tight light-blue top, she moved towards the pole and began sliding up and down its length, her hands flowing over her body, touching her breasts and groin through the clothing. The music stepped up a gear, and the girl followed suit. Within a few minutes she was completely naked, strutting around the stage and getting cheered on loudly by the group of lads who were seated at the table nearest the stage. More money was thrown in her direction which she happily collected, flashing them more than just a smile this time.Nikolai sat alone at one of the side tables, occasionally sipping the coke that sat on the table in front of him, his eyes fixed on the nude form of the girl on stage. He watched as she gathered up the clothing she had shed and departed, making way for a new girl. This one was black, slim, and beautiful. As she walked onto the stage Nikolai noticed her eyes. They swept around the room, assessing each punter then moving to the next. They fell on him, and he was sure that it wasn't his imagination, they did pause for a second longer than was necessary. A chill ran down his spine. I've been tagged, he thought. Fuck. He rose, finished off his drink in two large gulps, then headed to the toilets. Opening the door his nose was greeted with the usual fetid stench of inaccurate masculinity, causing him to take a deep breath and hold it. Moving further in he became aware of the beginnings of a flood on the tiled floor, forcing him to watch his footing. With a little concentration he managed to position himself in front of one of the urinals where he proceeded to relieve himself. As the stream began to slow another man entered. He was a large, powerfully built man with dangerous eyes that told anyone near him to steer clear or face the consequences. Nikolai gave him a cursory glance, then turned back to the business at hand. The man took his place at the next urinal. Nikolai finished and zipped himself up, moving to the sinks to wash his hands. He heard the other man zip up his flies, and looking in the mirror he saw him turn and walk to the sink next to his. If he tried anything then he'd end up with a pistol in his face, and a struggle would only replace the pistol with a bullet. With that knowledge Nikolai shook his hands to remove any excess droplets of water, then dried them on a couple of paper towels. If the man had been sent to take him out then he'd have probably made his move by now, and if he attempted anything while Nikolai was leaving then he'd discover how bad a mistake he had made. The door swung shut behind him, and with it any attempt to remove him from play at that particular moment. Despite his `escape' Nikolai knew he had a limited amount of time to make his move. Somehow he had been spotted and tracked, and the longer he stayed the greater the probability of his capture or death. Time was ticking, and he still hadn't seen his target. Where the fuck are you Dan? his mind asked. As soon as he saw Odds he could make his move. Until then he had to risk staying at his table. Three cokes and seven dancers later he was still no closer. Odds had not appeared, nor had anyone else bothered him. Security wandered around ever now and then but did not make any moves towards him, and in return he did not acknowledge they were there. That didn't mean he dismissed them. He felt their every move and adjusted his sitting position accordingly. Another song came on, as did another girl. This one was different though; her clothing looked more expensive, and the way she carried herself told him that she thought of herself as superior to the other dancers. As she performed her routine Nikolai wondered whether she might be connected to Odds, either as someone he talked to or as his lover. It certainly wasn't beyond the realms of possibility, seeing as this was his club, he was the manager, and if one of the girls was wearing clothing as the girl on stage then it was likely that she was favoured by him, and not without reason. As if answering his thoughts the music stopped. The girl collected her clothes, but instead of walking off the side of the stage she stepped of the front of it. More accurately, a man wearing a suit helped her off. Suit had his back to Nikolai as he embraced the girl passionately, showing no signs of embarrassment at this public display of affection. Nikolai's eyes narrowed as he realised who Suit was. Odds.Without thinking he propelled himself off of his seat and began racing towards him, grabbing an empty bottle from another table, his eyes showing nothing but rage. He knocked over several tables as he charged towards the man who had nearly killed him, alerting his target to his stampeding presence. Instead of looking fearful though he had a smug expression on his face. The reason for his smugness lay in the four large bodyguards who rushed him from both sides, crashing into him and knocking him to the ground. He struggled to push them off of him but they were too strong; their weight alone was too much for him. "Take him to the holding room," Daniel Odds ordered the bodyguards. Return |
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