the strip thief

chapter three

Tyler Boris paced the room, his mind racing with anxiety and frustration. Andrew, his best friend, watched him intently, concern etched on his face.

"Tyler, you need to calm down," Andrew said gently, stepping closer. "Take a deep breath and tell me what happened."

Tyler took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Last night, at the strip club," he hesitated for a moment before continuing. "That stripper I followed to a room almost drugged me, Andrew," he confessed, his voice filled with disbelief. "I could tell she was planning to slip something into my drink. I managed to stop her, but I couldn't shake the feeling that she's been doing this to every man she meets at the club."

Andrew's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, you think a stripper is drugging guys? Why would she do that?"

Tyler's face hardened with determination. "I think she's doing it to rob them," he said firmly. "She's taking advantage of the fact that men at the club are vulnerable, distracted by the allure of the dancers. And I can't let her get away with it."

Andrew nodded slowly, starting to understand the gravity of the situation. "So, what's your plan? How do you intend to catch her?"

A hint of a sly smile appeared on Tyler's face. "Well, I managed to grab a few things from her before I left," he revealed. "I have her g-string pants, the drug she was about to use on me, and her locker key."

Andrew's eyes widened in astonishment. "You have all that? How did you manage to get hold of them?"

Tyler chuckled, a mix of relief and determination evident in his voice. "Let's just say she ran away and forgot those stuff," he replied cryptically. "But now, with these items, I'm going back to the club. I'm going to find the locker that her key can open, and once I do, I'll discover her name from the possessions inside."

Andrew scratched his head, a mix of concern and curiosity on his face. "But Tyler, how do you know this plan will work? And why do you need to find out her name?"

Tyler's eyes gleamed with resolve. "I have a feeling, Andrew. I need to find out who she is, to expose her, to make sure she faces justice. I can't let her continue to harm innocent men."

Andrew nodded slowly, his skepticism giving way to trust in his friend. "Alright, Tyler. If you believe in this, then I'm with you."

* * *

Tyler Boris and Andrew Winters arrived at the strip club and stealthily made their way through the dimly lit corridors of the strip club, their hearts pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. They knew they had to act quickly and find the locker that the mysterious stripper's key would open. Their mission to uncover her identity and put an end to her illicit activities had brought them to this pivotal moment.

As they entered the locker room, Tyler and Andrew glanced at each other, exchanging a silent understanding. The room was filled with rows of lockers, each bearing a unique combination of numbers and names.

Tyler held the key tightly in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly. He began moving from locker to locker, trying the key in each lock, hoping for a click that would signify success. Minutes turned into a half-hour, and frustration started to creep into their minds as the key stubbornly refused to open any of the lockers.

Just as doubts began to surface, the sound of approaching footsteps and voices reached their ears, sending a jolt of panic through their bodies. Andrew whispered urgently, "Tyler, we need to hide! Now!"

Reacting swiftly, Tyler and Andrew sought cover behind a nearby shelf, their hearts racing as they watched the door swing open. Two women entered the room, their laughter echoing through the space. One of them, Angelina, expressed her frustration about not being able to find her locker key.

Angelina's companion, the very stripper they were seeking, offered a suggestion. "Maybe you dropped it outside or somewhere else. Let's go check," she proposed, seemingly unaware of the impending revelation awaiting her.

Tyler exchanged a glance with Andrew, silently urging him to stay quiet. As Angelina and the stripper made their way toward the exit, Tyler's conviction grew stronger. He whispered to Andrew, "That's her, I'm certain of it."

Taking a deep breath, Tyler emerged from their hiding spot, cautiously moving toward the locker that had held the mysterious stripper's attention. Andrew followed closely, his eyes darting around the room, ensuring they were still alone.

With trembling hands, Tyler inserted the key into the lock, praying for a positive outcome. And then, to his immense relief, he felt a satisfying click. The locker swung open, revealing its contents to the determined duo.

Inside, Tyler's eyes widened as he discovered more drugs neatly arranged in plastic bags, alongside various items used to facilitate her illicit activities. And there, among the contraband, lay the identity card of the enigmatic stripper—Cassie.

A triumphant smile crept across Tyler's face, his voice filled with satisfaction. "I've got you now, Cassie. Your name, your little fishy business, all exposed. Let's see how you can escape from me."

" You've uncovered the truth. What next are you going to do, Tyler? Remember, you are a CEO, not a detective. You better just report it to the police station than act like a hero. "

" Be quiet, " Tyler fired. " You can go back to the company while I handle this. Handle business and my clients. Now go. "

As Tyler carefully closed the locker, his mind began to race with thoughts of what he would do next. He watched Andrew leave the room and followed behind.

* * *

Cassie stood in the dressing room of the strip club, engaged in a lively conversation with her fellow strippers, Jennie and Courtney. The dimly lit room buzzed with anticipation and laughter as they shared stories and exchanged tips on enticing their clients.

As they chatted, a familiar voice called out Cassie's name, causing her heart to skip a beat. She turned around with a start, her eyes widening in shock and surprise. There stood Tyler, the man she had almost drugged just the night before, standing with an unsettling familiarity. How did he find out her name? The thought raced through her mind, tinged with a hint of fear.

Jennie and Courtney, sensing the tension, bid Cassie farewell and left the room, leaving her alone with Tyler. Cassie ran her hand through her hair nervously, her eyes darting between Tyler's face and the exit.

"How did you find out my name? Why are you here?" she demanded, her voice trembling slightly. Her mind raced, trying to piece together how he had discovered her true identity and the motives that had led him to seek her out.

Tyler's gaze was steady, his expression calm and collected. " I've been doing my own investigation, Cassie. I'm here to find out more about you," he replied, his voice measured and deliberate. "I want to know why you tried to drug me."

Cassie couldn't help but laugh, a bitter edge creeping into her voice. "You were just another one of the men I could easily deceive," she retorted. Her eyes flickered with a hint of mischief, a remnant of the confidence she had once possessed. " You fell into my trap. "

A smile tugged at Tyler's lips, a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "You think you deceived me? Oh, Cassie, you underestimate me. You are wrong, Cassie," he said, his tone tinged with a sense of triumph. "I know what you've been doing. I know about the men you've drugged, the ones you've manipulated. "

Cassie's smile widened, a hint of smugness playing on her lips. "And what evidence do you have?" she challenged, a flicker of defiance in her eyes. "You can't prove anything."

Tyler's voice turned somber as he delivered the blow. "I've hacked into your locker, Cassie. I have more evidence than you could possibly imagine." He watched as her expression faltered, the smugness giving way to uncertainty.

Cassie's face hardened, a mixture of frustration and anger simmering within her.

"What happened to your confidence, Cassie? You were so sure of yourself just a moment ago, " he asked, his voice tinged with a touch of mockery.

"What is it you want from me, Tyler?"

Tyler's gaze met hers, his eyes filled with determination. "I don't want anything from you, Cassie," he stated firmly. "I want justice. I want you to pay for the crimes you've committed."

Cassie stepped closer to him, her hands instinctively reaching for his neck. She leaned in, her voice a low whisper. "You must want something, Tyler. Everyone wants something to keep their mouth shut," she said, a seductive undertone threading through her words. "Tell me what you want, and I promise I'll give it to you."

Tyler's smile widened, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. He moved a strand of hair behind Cassie's ear, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "You're not wrong, Cassie. I do want something from you," he replied, his voice filled with amusement. "What I want from you is simple."

Curiosity sparked in Cassie's eyes as she awaited his request. "What is it that you want?"

Tyler's voice grew serious as he stared into her eyes. "I want you to be my s*x slave."

As Cassie listened to his words, a flood of memories rushed through her mind—the pain he had caused her in the past, the way he had wronged her years ago. She had sworn to make him pay, and now, after a decade of waiting, the opportunity for revenge had presented itself. Yesterday, she had finally come face to face with the man who had haunted her thoughts for so long.

His proposal offered her a perfect chance to turn the tables on him. Cassie took a moment, her gaze locked with Tyler's, weighing her options carefully. She couldn't help but let a wicked smile curl her lips as she gave her answer.

"Alright, Tyler," she whispered, her voice dripping with determination. "I'll be whatever you want."

Deep down, Cassie knew that this arrangement would serve as a twisted game, a way for her to exact her long-awaited vengeance. She would bide her time, playing the seductive role he desired, all while plotting her intricate plan to make him pay for the pain he had caused her.