“Too much thinking wears you out?” Roxanne said with a laugh.
Oh, she’s wicked. She knew that the idea of me being worn out by thinking about a plan would piss me off, but what she didn’t know was that I was an expert at controlling my emotions. No one could get me worked up. That was something I had learned from my Special Forces training: be in control at all times.
“I prefer not to plan until I know what I’m planning for. We have no idea where she is or the kind of security that might be around there. For now, let’s concentrate on getting through today and getting the information we need to move forward.”
I could tell my even tone and lack of anger threw her off. It was fun to surprise people and I liked to see that look in their eyes. No one was going to get a rise out of me, especially not a woman.
“Whatever. I’ll do it your way if it will make you happy,” Roxanne said as she looked devilishly at me.
“Yes, it will make me happy.”
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We finished breakfast and didn’t talk about the job for the rest of the afternoon. Instead, we moved to talking about the weather and other non-issue type of topics. It was safer to leave the conversation alone and not get Roxanne too worked up before our evening of work.
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I waited for at least an hour after Roxanne’s shift started before I headed into the club. I didn’t want to do anything that would put her at risk or make it look like we knew each other any more than a normal client relationship. I was prepared to be the John that Roxanne took home if anyone asked. I was also loaded down with plenty of cash.
I couldn’t decide if it would be best to focus on Roxanne during the night or to make it look like I had moved on to a different woman. I weighed both possible options in my head as I walked into the club.
Roxanne probably had plenty of super fans who came only to see her, and I didn’t think it would seem too outrageous if I were one of those fans. But I could also see the benefit of being the type of guy who didn’t care about any one individual and wanted a new woman each night. It seemed like a good idea to take the spotlight off of Roxanne, so I decided to pay attention to other girls throughout the evening.
My only regret about my decision was that Roxanne and I hadn’t really talked about that part of the plan earlier in the day. I hoped it wouldn’t be too much of a shock to her when she saw me flirting and spending time with the other girls.
I managed to find a table near the back of the room and away from the bright lights of the stage. I was much more comfortable in the back than I had been so close to the front. When the waitress introduced herself, I started in on the persona I wanted to project for the evening.
“Hey darlin’, what can I get you?” she asked me.
“You, because you look delicious,” I said as I maintained eye contact.
It was a balance of being confident, cocky, and charming. I had plenty of practice over the years to fall back on for experience.
“You can’t have me, but I can get you a drink if that will curb the sting of my rejection.”
I laughed out loud at her wit. She was certainly a feisty one. With her blonde hair pulled back and glasses on, I could tell she wanted to project a feeling of intelligence to the men she served. My guess was that she was a student at the local university and had found the financial benefit of working in a strip club far outweighed the negative aspects. I did find it interesting that she was only a waitress because her body was built to strip. She had huge breasts and a tiny waist, with a booty that I just wanted to slap as she turned around.
“I’ll take vodka on the rocks,” I said before she walked away.
The stage had become dark and the announcer came on to introduce the next act. The anticipation of the crowd was incredible and everyone seemed even more excited than they had been when “Roxy” had come onto the stage the first time I was there.
“You know her. You love her. You want to bang her until she screams. Welcome to the stage, Ms. Ally!”
The crowd got on their feet as they cheered for her to come to the stage. It was a cute little blonde who stood barely five feet tall. Her breasts were enhanced to an unusually large size and her tiny waist and hips made her look irregularly proportioned. She certainly wasn’t the type of girl I normally would go after. Not that I had been chasing after any women lately. In the last few weeks, I had been busy researching the Ana case.
Her dance focused on her breasts and that seemed to keep the whole audience happy. As she shook them, she would sometimes let the guys put their faces between them and she would squeeze their heads. It seemed like an unusual sexual fetish, but who was I to judge.
When her set finished and my waitress brought me my drink, I knew it was time to move my plan forward. I couldn’t just rely on Roxanne to get the answers for everything. If it were possible for me to get my own answers, that would be ideal.
“Get her over here to see me,” I said to the waitress after Ms. Ally left the stage.
I handed my waitress a hundred-dollar bill to ensure she would get the lovely Ms. Ally to my table right away. Even if the waitress thought I was the scum of the earth, $100 was an easy way to change her mind.
Sure enough, less than two minutes passed before Ms. Ally was straddling the chair next to me and stroking my arm as we talked. It was delightful to have a woman so interested in my every word, even if she was pretending. I could pretend, too, though. I had been an investigator for a very long time, and there were many skills I liked to use.
On the stage, I heard them announce Roxy, and it took everything I had inside of me not to look up at her. I only lasted about a minute before I had to see what she was doing for her dance that night. Roxanne had the perfect figure with sensual curves and a toned tight ass. I found myself looking up at her several times throughout my conversation with Ms. Ally.
“Do you want to go to the back rooms?” Ms. Ally asked me.