THE BLACK VELVET TRAP.

CHAPTER 1

[PREVIOUSLY]

[DRESSING ROOM]

"Irridessa!, Irridessa!!, where in the world are you" Spencer ran through the hall "She's in the dressing room" A stripper answered and Spencer nodded turning right heading to the dressing room "Knock knock" he hit the door softly with his knuckles.

"Come in" a voice answered from inside and Spencer rushed in.

" Oh, hey Spen it's you" Irridessa said putting on her netty leggings.

"Hey dumpling come rock the clubhouse, you've got some loyal ones interested in you"

"Calm your horses down I'm done already " she replied putting on madly high heels.

"You look nice tonight" he commented smiling sweetly.

" I know right, it's me!" she replied opening the door of the dressing room and came out with Spencer.

"Go through the back stage" He said and she nodded walking away.

[STRIPPER'S CLUB]

[IRRIDESSA ON STAGE]

"Yunno I love you cause you're beautiful, and I will lick you up from head to toe, you know I'll take you home if you don't wanna go I can still have you on my phone"The club's hype-man roared into his microphone, his voice booming over the massive, rattling speakers as Irridessa slid down the pole.

She moved with effortless grace, swaying from left to right.

In the front row, a wealthy, intoxicated patron named Clington watched her every move, his eyes locked onto her greedily.

"I love your clubhouse, man," Clington yelled, turning to slap the shoulder of the club manager standing nearby. "I-I-I love this stripper right here! The one on stage!"

He roared with laughter, completely captivated.

"Sorry, man, she’s not for taking. We have others," the manager replied smoothly, shaking his head with a practiced, professional smile.

"I want her! I don't care, I'm rich, I can pay you!" Clington shouted over the music. He aggressively yanked a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills from his jacket pocket and slammed it into the manager's hand.

The manager’s eyes flared at the sight of the cash. He quickly pocketed the money, turned toward the stage, and yelled over the noise, "Irridessa! Come down here—you’re needed!"

Irridessa smiled devilishly, stepping off the stage and gliding down from the platform.

"He’s asking for you. He wants you for the night," Spencer whispered urgently, appearing at her side as she neared the floor.

Irridessa winked at him, a sharp glint in her eyes. "I will take care of business. Go on.

Before she could step away, Clington lunged forward, throwing his heavy hands over her shoulders and pulling her close. "Come here, let's go do something nasty things"

Irridessa kept her composure, peeling his hands off her body with an icy smile. "Can you put your lips on mine" Clington groaned, thoroughly intoxicated.

Dessa nodded, her eyes flashing with a dangerous, cunning light. "Let’s go to a room first. I see a fancy hotel right across the street."

She broke away from him and walked out of the club.

Clington followed her like a dog on a leash, practically stumbling over his own feet. Outside, she pointed out his luxury Ferrari parked by the curb.

Clington nodded eagerly, his words dissolving into absolute gibberish as they crossed the street, entered the hotel, and booked a VIP private room.

The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind them, Climgton threw himself onto the mattress. His eyes rolled back in a drunken haze, completely out of it.

"Hey baby, put your big t**s into my mouth," he muttered, completely incoherent.

Irridessa stood over the bed, her expression twisting into a cold, lethal smirk. "Greed is the root of all fun," she whispered to herself.

With practiced, lethal efficiency, she began searching his pockets.

She snatched his smartphone, slid his black credit cards into her bra, and immediately began transferring every single cent from his bank accounts into her own encrypted file.

Clington whined from the bed, blindly reaching out for her. "Baby... come and drive me crazy."

"I am already driving you crazy," she whispered back darkly.

From her sleek thigh-high boots, she pulled out a concealed, shimmering syringe filled with a clear liquid.

She descended upon him like a shadow, the needle catching the dim light of the hotel room.

My baby wants to ride me, drive me crazy!" Clington yelled one last time, completely oblivious, as Irridessa plunged the syringe directly into his neck.

After plunging the syringe into Clington's neck, Irridessa watched him sink into a chemically induced sleep.

She carefully wiped down the syringe, tucked it away, and stood up over his limp body.

"I promise to make your death quick," she whispered, a ruthless smile playing on her lips. "Thank you for the early retirement money."

She pulled out her phone and speed-dialed a secure line. The call connected instantly.

"Job done," Irridessa murmured into the receiver. "I've successfully transferred every single cent of his liquid assets into my untraceable accounts."

"The Master sends his regards," the distorted voice on the other end replied. "It all belongs to you now, Dessa."

The line went dead. Irridessa dragged Clington's heavy body off the plush mattress.

She hauled him down the back service elevator of the hotel, lifting his arm over her shoulder to make him look like a helpless drunk.

She fished the keys out of his pocket and tossed him into the backseat of his own luxury Ferrari.

Slamming the door shut, she fired up the roaring engine.

She sped away from the neon lights of the strip, driving deep into the desolate, pitch-black Nevada desert.

[ THE DESERT INTERROGATION]

When she finally cut the engine, the silence of the desert was deafening.

Irridessa hauled Clington out of the car, dragging him ruthlessly across the jagged sand.

She uncapped a bottle of water and splashed it directly over his face.

Clington gasped awake, choking on the water and the dry desert dust.

He struggled desperately to stand, his eyes bloodshot. "You crazy b***h!" he screamed, realizing where he was.

Irridessa stood over him, looking down like a predator.

"For your information, I'm a stripper, not a b***h," she corrected, her voice ice-cold.

She looked at her phone screen.

"Clington Brown. The infamous illegal dealer. You have seven luxury estates in Paris and two high-end properties in Brooklyn, right?"

"How the hell do you know that?!" he choked out.

"When you're that filthy rich, you leave a trail," Dessa said smoothly, drawing a heavy pistol from her waist. She racked the slide with a terrifying click.

Clington let out a dark, unhinged laugh, completely losing his mind under the pressure.

"You think you can just rob me? You don't know the half of it! I didn't just earn that money, sweetheart. I stole a massive haul of premium drugs, solid gold bars, and raw diamonds directly from Beelzebub himself!"

Irridessa stopped. Her eyes narrowed. This was exactly what Beelzebub had sent her to extract.

"I hid them all!" Clington bragged maniacally, spitting blood onto the sand.

"They are buried in secure, hidden vaults in different corners of this country. Each one is locked tight with a highly encrypted passcode. You and your psychotic boss will never find them!"

"Oh, I think I will," Irridessa whispered. She leveled the barrel of the gun at his legs.

"Playtime is officially over."

Bang! Bang!

Irridessa didn't flinch. Under the threat of her leveled weapon, Clington’s bravado finally crumbled.

He gasped out the locations and the complex passcodes for the hidden packets of drugs, gold, and diamonds, which Irridessa meticulously logged into an encrypted file on her phone.

Once she was certain she had every detail of Beelzebub's stolen loot, she stepped back, leaving Clington stranded in the deep silence of the Nevada basin.

She had no intention of leaving witnesses.

She sparked a flare and tossed it toward the gasoline-soaked vehicle. As the car was engulfed in a bright flash of light, Irridessa turned her back on the heat, mounted her hidden dirt bike, and sped away into the darkness, leaving the desert far behind.