"Gentlemen...you are about to see one of our best ladies here.
Maranda heard men cheer from backstage
"I guarantee you are getting your moneys worth on this one. and if you want to pay a little extra more, you can even get...a private viewing"
The men whistled
"Please welcome. CHEERY FIRE!"
The music was her que to get on the stage. She walked out, hearing men whistling, cat calling..all of the stuff men did when they saw a beautiful girl performing for them.
She danced her routine she had performed and practiced so much, keeping all the men on the edge of their seats.
The only time she looked at her audience was when she got up close to the edge of the stage. And usually it was to blow kisses to them or give them sexy looks. There was so many, and it's not like she cared for any of them. She just wanted their money.
But, that night. A certain man caught her eye.
He sat in a chair up in the front with his knees up and his hands resting on them. He had black messy hair and he looked like he hadn't slept for weeks...and..was he wearing..no shoes or socks?
Maranda went back to the pole and finished off her routine, leaving a screaming crowd.
"You liked her didn't you?" said Marandas boss, Harold, as she left the stage.
The crowd cheered. She went backstage and grabbed a robe to cover herself.
Since she was probablly the top stripper in all of Chicago, she had her own dressing room and everything.
She fixed her makeup. No doubt she would be doing some private viewings.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in" She said
"They love you darling" Harold said entering the room "just like always"
Maranda smiled. "Well then I would assume there will be some private viewings?"
"Of course there are" Harold said. "The highest bidder is a man named Ryuzaki"
"Ryuzaki..that sounds Asian?"
"Japanese to be exact."
"Thats interesting"
"Hey, who cares what his name is. He's rich. I'm sure this is the most money we've gotten ever from a viewer"
"oh?"
"No time to get into it now. put on your school girl outfit. Get into some pigtails. Thats the outfit this guy is going to like. Your in room 55"
Maranda blew Harold a kiss. He pretended to grab it and put it against his heart then left the room.
She quickly changed then ran to room 55. When she opened the door the crazy guy who stood out before was already in there.
Maranda jumped. He scared her...how did he get in here?
"Oh.." she said "I never knew Harold let you in here I'm sorry"
"He didn't"
"..."
He didn't?
This guy looked creepy and Maranda didn't trust him. She could usually tell who were creepers right away
"Then you shouldn't be in here"
"I paid to see you" The creepy guy named Ryuzaki said slowly walking up to her. "I expect my show."
Maranda refused to move. She would not show her fear. She had dealt with creepy guys before and knew how to fight. This guy looked small too so she would have no problem with him.
"Well then I will ask you to move so I can get on the mini-stage"
"I can't let you do that"
He walked even closer to her.
"You touch me and I'll have you killed" Maranda said trying to scare him off.
It didn't work. She got ready to fight. When he was about a step away Maranda lunged at him, but before she even knew what was going on She was handcuffed, hands behind her back with Ryuzakis hand covering her mouth.
Damn he was strong for a small guy.
"I'm not going to rape you" he said from behind her. "I'm a detective."
Maranda did not trust him and tried to wriggle free. She lifted her foot up and kicked his groin.
"...!"
He didn't even move!
His grip around her got tighter. "Don't fight." he said "You can't beat me. Just answer my questions. There about your sister. Misa Amane"
Misa?! I hadn't heard from her in months. What had the bitch done now?