BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 43
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After meeting Gray at the clubhouse and confirming my prey's location, I pull up in front of "The Pink Dollhouse" in one of the club's cars. It's a black
sedan with fake plates, something that doesn't draw attention and is easy to dispose of if needed.
I step out of the car, adjusting the cuffs of my black suit as I take in the building. The neon lights flicker, casting a lurid glow over the entrance, where
a stream of men line in, their faces full of anticipation and something darker. It's that time of night when the strip club starts coming to life, deprived
bastards crawling in to see pussy they'll never be able to touch.
Inside, I access my surroundings, taking in everything in a split second. The exits, the dark corners, the places I can get the job done without anyone
noticing. I'm not here to soak up the sleaze or get lost in the spectacle. The quicker I handle business, the sooner I can get home to my little kitten.
provocatively to "Sugar" by Sleep Token. The beat is slow, sultry, and the crowd is lapping it up like pigs at a trough.
As loud as the music is, no one will hear his screams.
Perfect.
Our clientele is vast, but most of them aren't stupid enough to miss their payments. They know Gray doesn't fuck around, and when they do, they
know he's more than happy to send me out to do the dirty work.
After grabbing a drink, I spot Albert across the room. He's hard to miss, the way he's throwing money around like the slimy businessman he is,
stuffing bills into the G-string of a stripper. A group of men in expensive suits are seated with him, their laughter loud and obnoxious, echoing in the
room as if they fucking own the place. Their arrogance is palpable, almost as nauseating as the stench of this place.
Bruno's got a rep—beating and cheating on his wife, treating her like shit while he vanishes for "business trips". The poor woman is stuck raising their
five children alone. The world would be so much better without fuckers like him, but at least tonight, I can show him that his actions have
consequences.
I catch the eye of one of the girls walking by, her gaze sliding over me like she likes what she sees. After slipping her some cash for a private dance, I
follow her into a back room with a red curtain, my eyes constantly scanning the scene. It's a place where I can watch Bruno without being noticed, a
perfect little hideaway where I can plan my next move.
"What kind of dance do you want, big boy?" she asks, her voice dripping with seduction. I can tell she's very good at her job, but it's wasted on me.
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My dick doesn't even twitch. It's not that she's unattractive; she's just not her. Maybe a little over a week ago, I would've been interested, maybe even
convinced her to let me fuck her. But that was before a little kitten back home got her claws in me.
I pass the woman two-hundred dollars, watching her eyes light up at the easy money. "Just stay here and sit down for a few minutes," I reply gruffly.
She shrugs, more than happy to take the cash and do nothing. I pull the curtain back slightly, keeping my gaze locked on Bruno. He's still at it,
motorboating a stripper while his friends egg him on like the pack of brain-dead hyenas they are.
Finally, after what feels like a goddamn eternity, he stumbles to the bathroom alone.
Now, it's time to get to work.
"Thanks," I say, tipping the stripper another hundred before slipping out of the room.
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