Ray turned over in bed, the thin sheets tangling around her legs, gripping them like tentacles and pulling her further into the bed. She didn't want to move or wake up for that matter but the sun was pouring through the window and beaming down on her back. A few tendrils of hair were sticking to the back of her neck. She needed to close the curtains or something...anything to block out the impending brightness. She turned her head towards the darker side of the room and cracked one eye open. What she saw made her sit up in disbelief.

Dean was still there. Right there beside her, hair tousled, eyes still closed, his eyes lashes dusting the tops of his cheeks, looking peaceful yet every bit dangerous still. She reached out for him and traced the faint scars he had across his shoulder and chest. She wondered where could he have possibly gotten them from. Dean was still a mystery to her, one that she wanted to unravel, yet she knew he would never let her in. For now she could deal with laying her head on his chest and staring up at him, hearing his heartbeat just inches beneath her. The still morning didn't last long as construction, cars revving and doors slamming filled the neighborhood around them. But to Ray everything was still peaceful and she could stay like this forever.

The annoying little voice in the back of her head told her that she would regret this all later but she paid it no mind. She deserved to have someone. Her finger made gentle patterns in his skins, swirling and flowing around his body hair and dancing around his nipple. It was lulling her back to sleep when she felt the man beneath her stir. She looked up and saw him rub his eyes for a moment, craning his neck to look at the clock. Then he looked down at her and patted her shoulder, signaling her to get off him.

"Gotta go." He said while he yawned.

Dean tossed the blankets off him and searched for a few moments for his jeans. Ray was almost stunned. She felt vulnerable enough to wrap the sheets around her chest, shielding her breast from his view.

"Do you want coffee? Or...breakfast?" Anything to make him stay…

The man simply shook his head and tugged his jeans on. "I'll call you or something."

Or something?

Ray opened her mouth to protest but Dean was gone before she could even utter another word.


"So they're like glorified strippers?" Dean scoffed.

"I mean...sort of I suppose. Most of them don't mind being called strippers but it's much more fun than that." Seth replied as he found a table near the front of the stage.

Roman butted in. "What I don't understand is why we had to pay more to get in. Wouldn't it be cheaper if we just went to a regular strip club?"

"Guys! This is Vegas, Dean's playground. I thought it would be more fun to do something different than just go to the regular bars and strip clubs. This is different." Seth gestured to the stage as if that would sell his brothers on his idea.

Dean sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Whatever, tits are tits and booze is booze. I'm ready for a round. How 'bout you guys?"

Roman motioned for a waitress to come over and take their order for a round of shots and a few beers. It only took a few minutes for her to return with the order.

"So what's this place about?" Dean asked her.

"What do you mean? Have you never been to a show like this before?"

All three men shook their heads which made the waitress smile. "Well you boys are in for a treat. Our girls are amazing and if you like things to be a little dark, then you'll enjoy our leading lady."

"Leading lady?" Roman asked.

"Dracora Night. She's far from traditional and absolutely amazing."

"Hear that, Dean? Amazing! I told you this was going to be good." Seth laughed.

Dean rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer. "Yeah, all I'm saying is that this better be worth it Rollins. I could be knee deep in chicken wings and slutty chicks at Hooters by now."

"This is way better than Hooters, dude. Besides, I thought maybe this would take your mind off that little girl next door you've been missing."

Roman oohed at the burn and Dean shot Seth an evil glare. "Shut up. I told you it was a one time only thing."

"One time only thing? Man, I would have her over and over and over again! Do you realize what you're missing?! She's fucking stacked!" Roman shook his head in disbelief.

"I know that but…" What was he supposed to say? That Ray was too good for him? That he felt guilty for the first time ever for not calling her after they slept together. he couldn't let Roman or Seth know that, though he was sure they already did. It was more teasing than he needed and he hoped that being here at this club would take his mind off everything.

The lights in the club dimmed and the audience settled into a comfortable silence. A spotlight illuminated the stage and showed off the MC. The show was about to begin.


With each and every routine, Dean's fragile reality was slipping away. He was consumed with the way the women danced, teased, and removed each little article of clothing in a coy and sly manner. His boredom had eased after the first act and though he hated to admit it, Seth was right. This place was great. Dean was almost sad that the next performer would be the last. He didn't want it to end.

"And now, for your viewing pleasure," The MC boomed, "The wonderful, the talented, the dark, the disturbed, your Goddess of the macabre, Dracora Night!"

The audience went wild, clapping in exuberance, some even standing on their feet. Though the stage had darkened completely, the silhouette of a woman could be seen making her way on stage. Thunder sound effects echoed throughout the club, the pouring rain sounds following after. Candles that had decorated the perimeter of the stage seemed to light up on their own, casting a soft glow on the woman. Her back was turned to the crowd, a see through robe, lined with feathers around her. The sounds of bats screeching and flapping their wings was next. A soft foreign beat started, soft notes of a piano. The woman walked closer to the center of the stage, a smirk on her ruby red lips that was illuminated once the beat changed. Flames rose up from the stage and her robe was dropped showing off her glittering, sparkling black and red ensemble.

Dean's mouth seemed to hit the table and Roman and Seth shot looks straight at their partner. The beautiful, corseted, doll was none other than Ray. Her gaze never crossed them though. "Slept So Long" was playing and it was her time to shine. She sauntered across the stage, her hips forming figure eights and her hair twirling. Ray sunk down onto her knees, crawling towards the edge of the stage. The heel of her knee high boots connected with Dean, Seth, and Roman's table. With the flick of her wrist she grabbed the tasseled zipper on her boot and pulled it down slowly, staring straight at Dean and mouthing the lyrics:

did you think it's cool to walk right up to take my life

and fuck it up

well did you?

well did you?

She tossed her boot aside and caressed the length of her leg before spinning onto her knees and showcasing her scantily covered ass to the audience. Her hips swirled, back arched, opposite leg outstretched as she tooked the other tasseled zipper in her mouth and pulled it away with her teeth. Most everyone clapped at her flexibility, and whooped as more articles of clothing came off.

Her gloved hands roamed the expanse of her breasts, stomach and hips before she put one of the fingertips in her mouth and pulled slightly. The fabric wrinkled as it was pulled forward. With a lick to the finger on her opposite hand, she slipped it into the beginning of her glove at the elbow and eased the fabric down just a bit, pulling the rest off with her teeth. She repeated the motion with her other glove a few dance moves later, never failing to make her body look as if she had practiced belly dancing all her life. Her hips snapped, swiveling and shimmied, her breasts following suit and enticing the audience.

Her corset was the next thing to come off. The strings separated from itself and she pulled at the tightness, slowly loosening it until she turned, unhooked the front and slid it from side to side across her skin before tossing it to the floor.

Dean's eyes seemed to be burning a hole into her, he was staring so intently that Seth was sure he wasn't even blinking. Dean's throat had dried and he could barely make a sound. Every nerve in his body seemed to tingle. The hairs on the back of his neck were on end, and of course he couldn't ignore the growing nuisance that struggled to burst free from his jeans. He could barely think straight. His mind kept going back to crawl on the stage and fuck her but he knew he couldn't. His fingers drummed against his thighs as his legs bounced up and down nervously. She was driving him crazy!

A few more articles were discarded in her seductive dance until she was left in nothing but glittering panties and a bra. But even those came off too. She untied the strings from her hips first, pulling them slowly until she bent over and ripped the fabric from her body. The tiniest bejeweled thong was left behind leaving nothing to the imagination. Sinking down to the floor, Ray ground her hips against it, turning over onto her back and arching it until she was only supporting herself on her head and tippytoes. Her small bra was removed showing off her tasseled pasties. She placed her hands on either side of her head and lifted her legs over herself, landing in a split. Her breasts made the tassels swirl which garnered another round of applause.

A stagehand masked by the darkness still covering half the stage slipped a chair in the center of the stage which Ray made her way over to. She split her legs over the seat and sunk down, then turned slightly,her back arched, legs high in the air and pulled a cord that had appeared above the chair. Crimson liquid poured from the ceiling and landed on her olive skin, making it look like blood had just drenched a vampiress. Just as the last few notes played she collected some of the blood from her breast and slipped her finger into her mouth pulling it out with a little pop. The stage went completely dark again and everyone clapped, even Roman and Seth who were extremely excited. Dean would've stood up too but something big was stopping him.

"Holy shit! Was that not amazing?!" Seth screamed over the cheering crowd.

Dean blinked and looked up at his brother. "That was...something."

"That was the girl who lives next to you right? Did you know she did burlesque?" Roman asked.

Dean dragged his hand across his face and tried to pull his head down from the clouds. "I had no clue. I-I...I need to talk to her."

Seth scoffed. "Yeah, good luck with that pal. Did you see the way she looked at you when she was over by us. I'm sure "Dracora" would rip you to shreds man."

But Dean didn't care. He had made a giant mistake and was determined to fix it.