Chapter 4

Ingrid opened her door slowly, she took off her shoes and began to do her research on stripper dancing. If she was doing this, she was going to be perfect at it.

She fell asleep while doing her research, Clover walked into her room and tapped her leg, "Hey, wake up, take a shower and get dressed. It's almost time, we have to be there an hour before the show starts." Ingrid got up and went to the bathroom. She shaved, she waxed....she did everything necessary to pull all attraction to her. She blow dried her hair, she used the curling toner to her advantage and left to get dressed.

For her first time, she wanted to wear something that presented her as "Powerful"; black and red striped lingerie with a red gutter belt, top it up with some red bottom heels.

She threw on a big black coat and a big veil netting hat, something to keep her whole body covered until the show starts. She didn't want to expose herself just yet. She took one more look in the mirror, her eyeshadow was complimenting her eyes well enough and so did her deep red lipstick.

Show time!

Ingrid and Clover drove quietly to the club, when they got there, Clover got out of the car first, "Ingrid, just wait here, I need to let the rest of the gang know that you're coming through right now," Ingrid nodded. Clover left, it had only been two minutes.

Ingrid started to take slow breaths, she had to prepare herself to walk onto the stage and sway her hips for the crowd. Tapping on the dashboard, Ingrid noticed an Audi RS5 that parked on the other side of the road. There was another vehicle following behind it. She watched as both cars stopped.

A man stepped out of each vehicle, it was hard to see what either of them looked like because of the veil netting hat that she had on. She watched as they began to argue and point fingers. She couldn't hear them clearly but she could tell that the man that stepped out of the Audi was trying his best to stay calm, like a gentle man would.

"You bastard! You think you got the right? I don't care who you are!" the other man yelled at the calm-looking guy. He threw a punch straight for his guts. Ingrid felt the need to do something before the violence escalated, she stepped out of the car to call for help but there were very few people roaming that specific part. She looked for Clover but he was nowhere to be seen.

The man continued to kick the other guy, Ingrid decided to take the risk of walking to them, maybe if the man saw her coming, he would stop hitting him, she had nothing to lose, right?

"Hey! hey! What's going on here?!" Ingrid yelled as she crossed the street to get to them. The angry guy was just about to throw another punch when he spun around to discover where the feminine voice was coming from. "You know this douchebag?" He said to Ingrid.

Ingrid stared at the guy that had been getting hit before she arrived. He looked man enough to handle everything on his own, maybe this wasn't the fight that she had to be cutting in. "Uhm, apparently I do, he is my...neighbour. My neighbour" She said, staring at the guy clenching his fist, "and we are pretty close neighbours," she added.

"I left my brother in the car, he saw the fight and almost called the police, but I thought that maybe I could help you gentlemen rethink having this fight," She said, with her hand placed on her hip. The man that was clenching his fist looked back at the car that Ingrid was pointing at. It was hard for him to confirm that anyone was in the car from that distance. Out of frustration, he poked the other guy that had been clenching his belly the whole time, daring not to look up. "You're lucky someone came through to save your ass! I'm going to get you for stealing my freaking date!"

'Date? That's what this was all about?'

Ingrid spun around after realising that all this ruckus was over some girl. The angry guy got into his car and drove off in an angry manner. "Are you alright?" Ingrid asked, "Well, I'm fine, I deserved the beating I was getting, I shouldn't have slept with another man's girl, even though I didn't know shit," the guy responded while slowly trying to get up.

Ingrid looked around and then turned back to make the decision to help him up, He leaned on his car and straightened himself, "Hi, I'm Giovanni, may I know the name of the lady that saved my life?" Ingrid was amazed by what she saw. It was only for a split second that she managed to study his features.

He had wavy brown shoulder length hair that he so smoothly ran his hands through as he looked at Ingrid. He had a fair but not exaggerated jaw line that was complemented by his chisel shaped neat beard. But what amused Ingrid more was the structure of his eyes, that cute thing that he had going on with them, light brown tinted eyes.

His six feet height made her want to get closer to him. All she could do was look in silence. "Excuse me, miss?" he called out, "your name? And your face....er..if you don't mind that is," he stuttered. Ingrid remembered that he couldn't see her clearly because of the veil.

"Oh, well, my name is..."

Just before she could finish, Clover called her from the car. "Hey! show time!" Ingrid ran to Clover leaving Giovanni alone. "Show time?" he thought to himself. He watched as she went through the back entrance of a certain building. He wanted to know who she was, so he looked up at the building to see what it was; The Red Spot Club. Giovanni chuckled at the thought of being helped by someone like her, "She's a stripper?"

Giovanni needed an answer, he was the type of man that gave into his curiosity even with the tiniest of things. He put his Jacket over his shoulders and grabbed his phone and wallet from the car. He made the choice to get into this strip club, after all, he was a grown man.

The club was small, not too crowded, it really did look like it was just starting. He would have paid for the VIP section but he just wanted to blend in with the crowd first, just to see if that girl was really what he thought she was.

There were three runway stages, each with poles. He had to scan the women that stood on them to see if she was one of them. The first lady had a thicker face than the girl he was looking for. He didn't even waste time staring at her body. The second one didn't match either because she was a pure blonde lady, perfectly slim, but not her. The anxiety rising in his heart was getting hard to control, he walked a little closer to the last pole, unfortunately, this girl was a black American, and he didn't remember seeing a black lady.

Giovanni didn't seem to be having it easy, he was going to leave but he thought to treat himself for the night, he walked up to the bar and ordered a whiskey for himself. "That's quite an expensive watch you got," the bartender said, "You here for a lady? trust me, I know the..." before he could finish, Giovanni held his hand up to signal for him to stop talking, "No, actually, I came looking for someone, but they aren't here."

"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen! I give you our new flower of the night, a goddess of the dawn and the setting hour of dusk; Ginger!"

A man had walked up on the stage in the middle after the three strippers left. The lights went a little low and spot lights went on for the woman that wore a red floral gown. Giovanni was shocked to see the men move closer to watch, he took a sip of his glass and got off his seat.

Glancing one last time at the stage, he noticed that the hat on the woman was familiar to the hat on the lady he saw before.

A song by Tito Tarantula called 'After Dark', started to play. Giovanni couldn't move, he watched as two women came from behind the star of the night and took off her veiling hat- Giovanni had been struck by the beauty of this woman, is that why her name was Ginger? Her hair was illuminated by the spotlights, her petite body swayed as she moved to the beat of the song. She was a unique stripper, she preferred slow seductive music.

He wanted more of her, he watched as she dropped her robe off of her body and started to walk closer to the pole. She touched her chest and clenched the pole to allow her to do a split in the air. She knelt down and pointed at the audience in a 'come to me' manner.

She whipped her hair back and forth and slowly bent down to the ground, coming back up just as the song was about to end. Giovanni had his mouth open the whole time, he had never seen anything like this. His heart shattered as she walked out off the stage.

"Listen to me, who is she?" Giovanni turned around to talk to the bartender, "That, my dear sir, is Red Spot's beloved Ginger," he said. The audience that she had just performed for was still going wild and calling for her but three different other ladies walked on stage, all dressed in only underwear.

"Where can I find Ginger?" Giovanni asked anxiously, "Well, she's going to be sitting in the VIP booth pretty soon, if you want to sleep with her, you have got to convince her well," the bartender said as he chuckled. "Just...give me the price for the back room," Giovanni said, "Well, it's $60 dollars if you want it for 30 minutes, $650 dollars for an hour, no discounts for Ginger," the bartender said.

Giovanni pulled out his wallet and paid the man $700, "Take me to her," Giovanni said, pushing the money across the counter. The bartender, in shock, took the money. He counted it and looked at Giovanni. He told him to wait for two minutes while he notified his boss.