Chapter Eight
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CHAPTER EIGHT
“Guys, are you ready?” Clara asked when she came out of the bathroom wearing a short skirt which barely covered her thighs and a crop top showing her navel.
“What are you wearing?” Stephen looked at her from head to toe.
“Well, since we are going to look for job in the club, we have to dress sexy. They won't just allow anyone to work for them” Clara explained.
“But still, this is excess. You can't even bend without your ass showing” Mark chriped in.
“You look hot, I love it” Allison looked at Stephen with puppy eyes.
“Can I wear something like that?” She asked.
“Never!!!, you can't” He rejected the idea ignoring her sad expression.
“Just get ready, we leave in ten minutes” She said leaving no room for argument.
“Anything you say” Mark muttered trying to keep his emotions in check.
She looked so sexy, he was tempted to run his hands on her body and hide her from everyone but he knew it was impossible.
Ten minutes later they all came out of the hotel looking charming and hot. Mark and Stephen both wore black jean with a nice polo that hug their muscles while Allison wore the same clothes Clara wire after she persuaded Stephen.
“Everyone keeps on staring at you” Mark who was getting annoyed at the stares Clara got from hungry looking men, he slipped his hand around her waist as the all walked to his car.
“You should say the same for yourself, all the ladies are drooling over you” she teased him while putting her hands on his biceps.
“You were the one who asked us to dress sexy, and I'm so uncomfortable” he adjusted his pants for the fifth time.
“It's for the job” she smiled at him as he drove off to the club.
“Ohkay guys, we are here, remember the rules, act neutral” Clara told them immediately they got to the club.
“Are we allowed to use our names?” Stephen asked.
“Yes, our chief said it's okay and he knows someone who would make it easier” Clara got down from the car.
They walked to the club and the door was opened by a bouncer who looked fierce, the inside was filled up with top politicians having the time of their lives spraying money on strippers.
“Scum bags” Allison cursed under her breath.
“Keep your emotions in check” Stephen held her hand.
A middle aged man walked up to them with smiles.
“Hello, I'm James I've been expecting you all, George has told me a lot about all of you, follow me” he said bowing his head to them.
“Lead the way” Clara nodded.
“Are you sure it's okay to follow him” Mark held her before she could follow the man.
“If he was sent by George, then he's trustworthy” she followed him.
“Well, that was quick” Stephen said when they came out of the office.
Apparently, Mike had travelled to oversee his other business so James, was the one who would be in charge.
“We are staring tonight, Stephen and Mark, since you both will be at the door, make sure you keep in check those who are going in and out. Also try and get some information, I and Allison will also try and get something out from the other waitress” Clara ordered them as the separated their ways.
Eliot was bored in his house, his informant kept on telling him there wasn't any news about the killer, he was already getting fed up.
“I need a drink” he said to himself as he took his car keys and drove of to Stary club.
The club was his favourite because he could have his private time without any disturbance, he knew they were dealing with drugs but he wasn't concerned with it.
A lot of politicians knew about it and kept quiet about it and he wasn't ready to start another round of killings.
He packed his car and walked to the club, he saw a familiar face the door, the face he couldn't forget because he had grudges with, he saw Mark who was welcoming people inside the club.
“What a surprise” Mark looked to the direction of the familiar voice and saw Eliot, he felt a sudden rage overcome him.
“Who would have thought that a day would come where you would welcome me” Eliot taunted.
“Welcome to Stary club” Mark said ignoring his words.
“Why thank you” He smiled as he walked up to Mark.
“I haven't forgotten the punch” he patted his shoulder and walked in.
Mark took a deep breath and tried to control himself, he felt angry when he thought of him meeting Clara again.
Clara kept on serving the customers, she had to resist herself from slapping the ones who tried to touch her ass.
“You are doing well” Stella, one of the waitress told her.
“My feets are killing me” Allison came to stand beside her.
“Waw, who is that handsome fella who walked in?” Allison pointed to the door Eliot walked in.
Clara froze when he eyes met his, she could feel her body heat up when she remembered their last encounter.
“Oh, that's Mr Eliot, he is one of our regular customer. He always comes in alone and doesn't request anybody, only him” Stella explained.
“His hot but I have eyes for my baby” Allison blew a kiss to Stephen who was guarding the inside of the club.
Eliot felt his heart beat fast when he saw her again, he motioned to a waitress and pointed at Clara.
Clara who saw him pointing at her knew he wanted to talk to her.
“Guys, I'll be right back” she tried to walk away but the waitress had already reached her side.
“Mr Eliot is requesting for you” the dark skinned lady with big breast told her in a rude manner.
“Can't he request another person, I'm busy” she replied disliking the way she was being talked to.
“Rule number one, never reject a customer” she told her in a sharp tone and walked away.
“What's her problem”Allison asked.
“That's Mirabel, don't mind her, she thinks she's the prettiest. Just go and answer him” Stella pushed her towards him.
“We need to get back to work” she said as she dragged Allison along.
Eliot saw the interaction and smiled when she walked towards him with a frown, she looked so sexy.
“What do you want?” Clara asked when she got to him.
“Well, this isn't how to treat a customer” He said to her.
“I guess you have nothing to say” Clara turned to walk away but he easily caught her hand.
They were at the edge of the club were no eyes was on them and they could have their privacy.
“I wonder what you are doing here dressed like this” he whispered as he ran his hands along her legs feeling how smooth and soft it was.
“Get your hands off me” she tried to move away but he tightened his grip on her.
“The last time I had my hands on you, you were begging me for me” he said as he brushed his thumb against her lips.
Clara felt herself getting weak but she knew not to fall for his tricks.
She stomped on his feet's and moved back when he released her.
“Don't dare touch me nor ask for me”
she said and walked away ignoring his laughter.
“ she's fierce, I'm going to have her” Eliot said to himself feeling hungry for her.
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