Incognito: Sweet Submission

Chapter 3

Alice

With a quick swig, I downed my vodka. A drop escaped my lips and caught the side of my mouth. He watched as I swiped her tongue across her lips, that simple action could be passed off as innocent but when I looked back at him, I made sure my lips held an almost taunting smirk.

“There’s somewhere else you can go where no one can disturb you while you work.” I purred and pulled down the sunglasses I was wearing, just low enough for him to see my eyes-well the blue contacts that were in them.

The inky look in his eyes was enough to tell me that he was interested, but there was an obvious confinement. As he was about to protest, I grabbed his arm, and pulled him from the stool, ignoring the sultry feeling of his skin on mine. I headed for the back of the club, where the real fun was.

Not only did Walsh own a fight club, he also owned a strip club. It was more like a safe haven for some of the underground's most ruthless men, while some of them watched fights and bet on them to blow off the steam of the day, others liked watching half naked women slide on poles, or they simply pay them to sleep with them. Not against their will of course.

This place held dozens of women, young, old, exotic, who would waltz in requesting his services. They danced for the men that visited, he got a cut of whatever they made. I understood the arrangement, but it was all too excessive for me, I wouldn’t even be in this part of this club if it wasn’t for the man I was currently dragging.

The room was barely lit by a somber red light, a bright white light was directed to the women on the stage who were swinging up and down a pole. They were getting shouts of appreciation by the horde of men beneath the stage.

I glanced at the man behind me, there was wonder in his eyes, as he ate everything up in just one look. I wondered if it was just for the intel or he was just genuinely curious. I mounted the stairs I knew led to private glass rooms and ducked into an empty one.

From here, I could see the fight ring and thanks to the two sided glass, no one could see me. The room held a similar light to the one outside and it held just one metal pole that rose to the ceiling and a tall red leather couch set. I pushed him down on the stool to sit but didn't say anything.

“When I saw you up there, I didn’t think you were one of these girls.” He was the first to break their silence.

I’m not. I wanted to say but the curiosity in his eyes told me not to.

“I go where I please.” Was my simple reply as I slowly slid my coat over my shoulder and threw it beside him on the couch. He watched my every move. And I was well aware that my skin caught ablaze from the latent heat in his eyes.

“I’m not going to pay you to dance for me, or for anything else. So you really don’t have to do this.” His words threw me off balance for a bit, I did not expect him to shot down the idea of a dance, or s*x. I was going let up my façade.

“Then why did you follow me down here?” I chuckled when he didn’t say anything, I could see that he didn’t even know the answer to that. My eyes closed as a familiar beat started to play, sauntering over to the pole and gripped it tightly and pressed my back against it as I faced him.

What the f**k was I doing?

He was sitting there, with nowhere to go. I had a gun, a knife and a brass knuckle but to hell with that.

My body began to move around the pole before my mind told me to, I couldn’t understand why I had the urge to dance, there were other methods of getting to the truth but as I began swaying my hips, those thoughts flew to the back of my mind.

And something strange happened as I stood there dancing. I felt myself slipping into that persona, a stripper. The pretense of being this, just a sexy woman letting go, felt great. I felt free, even if it was going to be just for five minutes.

I slowly slid down to a squat, my back faced him now and my forehead was against the pole. I wasn't the thickest in bodyweight but I had enough flesh where it mattered. So when I began rotating my butt against the floor slowly, it giggled despite the restraints of what I wore.

He shifted in his spot slightly, no doubt the sudden rush of blood to his groin made his stance a little uncomfortable. I could spot that hard on from a mile away.

His eyes never left my body, even though I was just wearing leggings and a V-cut shirt.

“Close your eyes.” I ordered, as I turned to face him and slid down from the platform. My sunglasses were left by the pole but I didn't care.

"I really don't-" He began his protest but I was standing over him in the blink of an eye, erasing anything else he had to say from his memory.

"You came here to work." I whispered as I lowered my chest to his face. He now had a full view of my plump tan breast. "I can give you work."

His mouth hung open and his fists were tightly balled together. It was obvious he was trying to restrain himself.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked as he met my face instead of the perfect pair of breasts she had dangling in his face.

"What I want is for you to sit." His hands found my small waist, pulling me down to sit on the couch beside him. The action was so unexpected that I gasped. Luckily he didn't feel the weapon tucked in the back of my pants.

The muscles in his jaw clenched. "I don't want to fuck." He then said with a tone of finality.

They always say what the eyes don't see, the heart couldn't leap from it. Because if he had any idea who I was, he'd know that I didn't want to s*x either and he wouldn't be this calm.

I snapped out of my temptress pretense quickly and slipped back into my dark rigid self. This stripper act was getting me nowhere. A sudden punk band started playing through the overhead speakers from the fight club in front of them. I turned her attention to the crowd on the other side of the club. People were pushing closer and closer to the ring.

“Did you bet?” He asked after a while as he gestured to the boxers standing below the platform getting ready to fight.

“I don't have to, I already know who will win.” My voice rose over the arising chatter.

He raised a brow, his curiosity went up a notch. “How?

Because I own Walsh Hanson and his players always win.

“It’s just a hunch.” I shrugged. “So Mr. I don't want to f**k, what’s your name?” I fetched my coat from the couch, slipped it on and buttoned it to the top.

“Eric.” He never skipped a beat before replying. I smirked, if only that beautiful mouth didn’t just lie.

“Well Eric, I might have already figured you out, I just need to know one thing,” I slowly rose from my spot and took a step towards him, even though I was wearing heels, I only met his chin. He tilted his head down to me awaiting my next words.

“Are you CIA or FBI?” Before he could react I slammed my fist across his face, the stool he was on skated backwards and his back hit the iron ledge behind him. He quickly flew up from the seat, wide-eyed, holding his chest.

I didn’t give him any time to recover as I swung her fist to his head again but he expertly dodged it and grabbed me by the elbow and threw me face down on the stool. A warmth flooded me

“Who are you?” His breath was ragged and he tried to hold me steady. Bet he had never seen a woman fight like this before, the throbbing of his heart told me he knew I was capable of way more than that.

Some of the men by the poles outside heard the commotion and started towards the room. When they got near, I saw the automatic weapons they had, ready to fire. The stranger attempted to reach for something in his pocket.

“You came to the wrong club detective.” I grunted out and swung my free elbow in the back of his head, he stumbled forward, his hands came loose.

I took the opportunity to drag his head forward, I smashed it with my knee then pounded my fist into his back. Before I could deliver another blow he grabbed my hand, pulling her into wristlock. I quickly dragged her hands forward, pulling herself free and round-housed him square in the face, this sent him to the ledge again.

“Leo can't come to save you.” I pressed, there was clear confusion in his eyes.

"Who the f**k is Leo?" He gritted out.

Before I could approach him again, an explosion went off below them. Suddenly, the entrance of the fight club exploded with cops, people began to scatter and the fighters in the ring tried to jump over the barbed wire fencing around it. The men that were approaching me retreated. But there were policemen guarding every entrance, none of them were getting out.

The man approached her again, before he could get to me, I darted from the room and he followed. His pursuit was short lived when I jumped from the ledge and landed on my feet into the crowd of strippers and men that were running around the room. He swiped his hands over his lips as blood started dripping, watching me disappear into the crowd.