Plan B

We wear our clothes back. For some reason, I was begging Aaron to stay with me, to provide me support closely. He replies to me with the taps on the ear, saying "I'm always in your ear. Whispering you commands."

I blush, taking it in a different sense.

"That's not what I mean~" I whine while he helps me wear the netted top without tearing it with my fake nails.

"It'll be done by tonight, love. Let's do this." He kisses my cheek.

"Ready for another role play?" I nod as he forces me out of the bathroom. I play victim, again. But I know no one from this club will ever come to aid. I was escorted by the security themselves, and the security belonged to John Skiez.

"I kinda like this roughness." I whisper to him who places me back on my seat. I exaggerate his actions by bouncing a little too much, as an effect of the force he applies to push me down.

"Oh yeah? Let's see how much you can handle after we get back home." He says. I almost blow the cover by wanting to kiss his lips. But he quickly, angrily, strides away.

Seeing my afterglow of the sex, Charlie who sat beside me comments.

"That was your guy, isn't it?" He doesn't mention the name. So clever of him.

It seems no one from this strip club, even the bartender, can be trusted.

I take the drink that arrives on my name and watch the sparkles on the drink remind me of a magic potion. I was mesmerized as I answer Charlie.

"Don't be ridiculous, Charlie. No one would dare touch me, fuck me in the stall and make me feel like a good slut for them. No one." I say, smirking within the glass I hold against my lips. Charlie bursts into a fit of laughter. I'll take it that he was happy for me.

"So? Did boss say anything?" It was as if we were talking in a code language. The bartender pays close attention now. I knew it!

"Yes."

"Cool. We will give boss a show tonight. I bet he will abandon every whore and stay with just us. We're famous for nothing." Charlie's words makes me smirk as I continue to gulp the contents down my burning throat quietly.

Soon, the time arrives for us to go back. Our 'curfew' came to an end.

"What the hell?" I argue with John.

"You didn't let us perform at the strip club at all!" I say to him.

"Why would I let my whore take up the stage? You're mine—"

"You're free to join my show then." I say within a split second. After that, John and his son Gary decided to let us give out a show for free.

Oh boy, it's been a while since I've done my stripping. Charlie smirks at me, he missed the feeling too I guess.

We were sent to our rooms to get dressed for the activity. John has already left, Gary was waiting for us.

I, intentionally entice Gary and make him feel weak with my presence. Drawing my robe to the side, I show him my gigantic bust.

Yes, you dog. Look at me and put your trust in me.

After all, you will be poisoned by me tonight.

I thought.

Quickly, I ask Charlie to be very cautious during the entire planned out sequence of ours.

"Let's feed them the slow toxin, shall we?" I intentionally say it out loud. The guards didn't even flinch at my words. They must have thought we are giving their stupid bosses some extra doses of pleasure.

Nuh-uh, I can only give them a slow ass death.

Soon, we reach the private cabin. John had some of his business partners around.

In here, I felt entirely like Harley Quinn.

My makeup was on point, I had my things adjusted and the two pieces of poison right under my bra strip.

Now, I must be extremely careful to not let the poison seep into my own skin.

I was playing a dangerous game.

The music begins to blast as the crowd was moving towards us now. This stage was for the exclusives, but hungry men and women of all ages began to drool upon our appearance.

It's Ravine! It's Charlie!

We could hear their cheers.

A slutty song started playing. Oh, I loved the beats. My body was moving and rubbing against the pole by itself. I wasn't able to stop grooving. However, Charlie went full on. He loved to exhibit as he intentionally let Gary touch his private parts. Way to go, Charlie!

I felt loyal to my guy, however. As a woman, my integrity told me not to let anyone else touch me. Even if it was for a mission indeed, I won't let another eye cast a shadow on my body.

I'm proud to say... I've left that lifestyle to the drain now.

Mouthing the lyrics, I get down the floor to where John was seated. There was a drink arriving for him.

I now had to think of a way to induce the two poison needles into the drink.

Yes. Two.

There were five in total, so Charlie and I decided to poison 2 for Gary, 2 for John and the one remaining to Gabriella.

We knew poisoning Gabriella won't be a cup of tea, so we left the last one in the room.

I confidently take the drink and begin to dance with it.

While holding the drink with two hands, I let my hair down and inject one of it so quickly into the drink.

One more left.

I turn around, noticing a lot of guards cautiously looking at me. I had no other option left again.

As I passed him the poisoned drink, he quickly gulps it like a feral beast.

He taps on his thigh for me to sit.

But I hear something in my ear.

"Ravine. That was a good show." It was Aaron. I widen my eyes.

"But I won't let you sit on that bastard's lap. Hide under the stage." He says. Oh shit. Oh shit.

He's too quick. He's here already!

Suddenly, we hear guns going off and people scattering away haphazardly.

Charlie must have got the same instructions.

But we weren't going to let the chance escape.

He and I stab each poison needle into the father and son's skin.

The guards around him were already shot down by Aaron's team.

We hide under the stage until the situation calmed down. I almost got my trauma back when I saw blood pooling around.

"You can come out now, love." Says Aaron.

As we go out, I see Aaron take his mask off.

Ms. Smyers was here too. As Ms. Smyers held the gun to John's and Gary's head, Aaron opened his arms wide for me. I crashed into his embrace.

"That was fucking scary!" I cry in his arms.

At last, we were safe and he's got his revenge.

But... The infiltration was not successful.

Because the security head herself was watching everything unfold.

It almost felt like she knew what was coming.

Out of the blue, the building was starting to collapse.