ANOMALY
Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. References to real life persons, places, things and events are used in a fictitious manner. I'm not making a single cent from this. Please don't sue me. Original characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains profanity, sexual situations, mature themes and violence.
CHAPTER 04: Sunglasses At Night.
Since it was a weeknight, the the brightly lit parking lot of Upperton's ritziest exotic entertainment club was half empty. From behind specially made mirrored sunglasses, they had reflective coating but no tinting, Anne surveyed the front of the Golden Glitter Palace with a practiced eye. Security was tighter than the two rent-a-cops patrolling the lot on foot made it appear. Standing to either side of the main door were two bouncers in suits. The burly men seemed bored as they checked the ID's of the well dressed men and couples entering the building. They also seemed unarmed, unless you knew what to look for.
Anne could see the slight tell-tale bulges of their underarm holsters. Though she was far from Brotherson Family territory, she knew the signs. The two armed goons were proof enough. This was a mob owned joint. Given the upscale location, she figured she'd find exactly what she needed here. The only real problem she could see, was getting inside. The mob guys would spot a fake ID faster and easier than any bouncer at a legit club would.
She reached to her neck and began unzipping her bodysuit. She stopped once she had enough cleavage exposed to guarantee distraction. Of course, with her small breasts, that meant unzipping it to almost her navel. She waited until after a group of frat boys passed through the doors before getting out of the car. In order to make sure she had the bouncers attention, she slammed the car's door harder than she needed to.
Being men, she knew they would notice two things right off. The car and her body, though not necessarily in that order. Sticking her hands in the pockets of her unbuttoned coat, she boldly walked toward the door.
A minute later she was standing just inside the door. As it swung closed behind her, she could hear one of the bouncers muttering. "Rich bitch dyke..." She grinned. They hadn't even glanced at her ID.
Peering through the neon lit cigarette smoke, she looked over the club's layout. At first glance, the main room looked larger than it really was. Not that it was small by any means. Mirrors on the walls reflected the room back on itself, giving it the seemingly added dimensions. Paisley swirl patterns on the carpet seemed to move in the pulse of the flashing pink and purple background strobes over the stage.
Two tiers of seating surrounded the large round stage. The first was at ground level and made up the bulk of the floor space. Raised by three steps, the second level made a horseshoe just big enough for a single row of tables along the wall.
In the very middle of the room sat the oval shaped bar. A flip up partition doubled as it's access point and the pickup station for waitresses to get drinks. Both the bar and the edge of the stage were surrounded by backless stools. Most were filled, as were many of the tables on the lower level. Only a few of the tables on the upper level were in use. As she moved to take one of them, she noted it was mostly by couples.
Wanting a good view, she chose a table in the middle of the same wall as the entrance. From there she could see the stage directly opposite her, and the two hallways on either side of it. One of the hallways had a green neon sign telling her it led to the restrooms. The other was unmarked.
Anne shrugged off her coat and draped it over the back of a chair. She sat in the chair next to it, the one with it's back to the mirrored wall. With a small adjustment, she made sure she had quick access to the coat's pockets from where she sat. Settling in to wait for a waitress to spot her, a thought crossed her mind. This was the very first time she'd been in a strip club.
Even though her ex-lover had been a stripper, she had never gone to the place where Penny worked. BD had been adamant about it. At first, he'd said it was because she looked too young, but even after she'd started to develop well enough to pass, he hadn't relented. She knew, in his own way, he was doing it for her benefit. He didn't want other members of the Family getting the idea she was available to work there.
She had never really minded, especially since Penny had always been willing to give her private performances. Then too, she hadn't wanted to see her lover at work. It wasn't that she was jealous, it seemed a foreign concept to her, but she knew seeing Penny writhing on some stranger's lap wasn't appealing to her.
The clink of heavy glass on wood broke her mind out of the past. She looked at the ashtray a waitress had just sat on the table. She smiled at the woman even though, inside, she was furious at herself for letting her thoughts distract her. That part of her life was over and she needed to keep her mind in the here and now.
The waitress shifted a round tray from one hand to the other and asked. "What are you drinking?"
Anne examined the woman. She was wearing a white blouse and black mini skirt. A small apron was tied around her waist. It screamed uniform. From the way she stood, and the fit of the outfit, she guessed the woman had once been a dancer too. She appeared to be in her early thirties. What stood out most about her was the faint look of disapproval on her face.
Reaching into her coat pocket, Anne pulled out some money. She leered at the woman as she spoke. "Give me a Jack and Coke babe."
Anne had confirmation of the woman's problem as she turned and practically stomped away. Even in this enlightened age, too many people still hated anyone who dared to be different. She didn't care. Soon enough, word would pass through the club about her. That was what mattered. She wanted to be noticed for all the wrong reasons tonight.
Dismissing the woman from her thoughts for the moment, she turned her attention to the rest of the staff. The other waitress, clad in an identical outfit, was earning her tips at the table occupied by the frat boys. She was younger and seemed to be stoically accepting of their come-ons and furtive touching. One of the two bartenders was keeping an eye on her as the other poured drinks.
There were two bouncers inside the bar. One stood near the unmarked hallway, his eyes roamed over the crowd. Like the ones outside, he was armed. The other sat at the bar, next to the pickup station. He was listening as her waitress told him something he obviously found interesting. Just as she expected, his eyes turned in her direction. She pretended not to notice. He wasn't armed.
Moments later the waitress returned with her drink. Without a word, she took Anne's money and the large tip she offered. It apparently wasn't going to affect her feelings toward Anne. She left quickly. The way Anne figured it, she would probably swap areas with the other waitress as soon as she could. Taking a sip of her drink, Anne looked over the other customers. For the most part she could dismiss them from her thoughts. Unless one of them got the wrong idea about her, they were not her concern.
It was on one last group she focused her attention. The dancers. None, at the moment, were dancing. She could see four of them sitting at tables, talking and flirting with the customers. A couple more were making rounds through the crowd. They were trying to pick out likely, and hopefully generous, targets. Their attire ranged from almost street worthy outfits, to nothing more than a g-string and heels in a couple cases.
One girl in particular caught her eye. She was sitting with a couple men at one of the lower level tables. All she could see of her, since she was facing away, was her bare back, blonde tresses and firm looking butt. That was all it took to make her think once again of Penny. Anne's body began to react. She could feel her nipples hardening to press against the fabric of her bodysuit. A familiar tingle grew inside her.
She hadn't made love to anyone since she and Penny parted ways. For the last month, she'd been taking care of herself. It hadn't been the same. She needed to touch and be touched. Grinning, she contemplated mixing business and pleasure tonight. Hopefully, she would come out a winner in both.
Music flared to life. To her delight, the blonde stood and climbed up on the stage. Anne took another sip and prepared to enjoy the show.
The stage lights brightened as the blonde began to sway her hips in time with the beat. Sparkles of light reflected off her glittering silver halter as she danced to the center of the stage. There stood the ubiquitous pole. In moments, she was half way up it and slithering her body round and round. Her legs kicked out, giving tantalizing glimpses of her womanhood. The tiny silver g-string she wore did little to hide her beauty.
Clapping and whistles accompanied the end of the song. Anne joined in. As another began to play, one of the frat boys called out. "Take it off!" It was a sentiment Anne wholeheartedly agreed with. The blonde was soon making her way around the edge of the stage. Men were pushing forward, vying for the chance to shove their hard earned money in her garter. She shook her breasts and blew kisses at them in return.
Anne was tempted to join in the tipping frenzy. She held back. There was plenty of time and she had better ideas.
Returning to the pole, the blonde did a couple more spins. The crowd went wild as she popped the snaps holding her halter in place, freeing her ample mounds for all to see. Anne felt her tongue ache as she wished it was on the large dark nipples that came into view. It didn't help that the blonde immediately began teasing them into hardness with her fingers. By the time she'd made another round of tip collecting the song had ended.
Anticipation hung in the air as a third song began. It was slower in tempo. The blonde lowered herself to the stage and began to twist and turn her body. Her hands ran up and down her torso as she bucked her hips in the air. Soon she was crawling around the edge of the stage. Money flowed once again. It seemed like, any moment now, her garter would burst. Somehow it held. She returned to the pole again. This time she climbed halfway up and hung there. Her legs spread as far as they could as she slowly rotated down to the stage. Her thumbs hooked into her g-string. With an almost intolerable slowness, she pulled it down her long, long legs.
Anne joined in the cheers as the blonde's pussy came into view. The pink folds seemed to beckon to her invitingly. She spent the rest of the final number imagining how the woman would taste. How it would feel to be naked and pressed against her. What it would be like to share pleasure with her.
Almost two hours and three drinks later, Anne had two separate needs pressing her. One was her arousal, which after watching all the dancers take a turn on the stage, was like a flame. The other was even more immediate, though less pleasant. She flung her coat over her arm and went in search of the ladies room.
Sitting on the commode, she felt relief as one of her needs lessened with the emptying of her bladder. Her other need was still a slow simmer, but it too was less. That was due to business rearing it's head on the short walk down the hallway that led to the restrooms.
As she washed her hands, she thought about the doors she'd seen in the hall. Two she knew had to be there, the restrooms. Two more she wasn't surprised to find, the entrance to the dancer's dressing room, and an emergency exit at the end of the hall. It was the fifth door that gave her pause. She hadn't expected to find it there. It was the door clearly marked as the office. Scolding herself silently for making assumptions, she rethought her plan.
Once she returned to her table, she realized the reason she'd made a wrong assumption. The armed bouncer. He was still hovering near the doorway to the second hallway. That's why she'd thought the office was down there. Since she now knew different, it raised another question. What was down that unmarked hall that appeared to need extra security? It didn't really matter to her plan, but her curiosity was piqued.
Figuring she had at least another hour before she needed to act, she settled in to watch the show. This time, however, she kept part of her attention on the rest of the room. Not an easy task since the blonde was once again on stage.
The hour was almost up, when her curiosity was satisfied. One of the frat boys, with cheering and ribald comments from his friends, wrapped his arm around one of the dancer's waists and led her toward the hallway. In tones too low for her to hear over the music, the bouncer spoke to him. Money changed hands and the boy disappeared down the hall with the dancer. Anne wanted to slap herself silly for not noticing sooner. She'd let herself become too distracted by all the attractive flesh on display. They had a back room, or what was sometimes called a lounge or VIP room. Frat boy was about to get lucky, and become much poorer all at the same time.
Not long after midnight, Anne saw a man enter the club. Unlike most of the other patrons, he stood out. Maybe it was the plaid leisure suit. Or possibly it was the large satchel he carried. Either way, she knew before he even headed toward the hall leading to the office, it was time to act. A nonchalantly as she could, she gathered her coat and followed him. Anyone watching, like the bouncers both were, would assume she was heading for the restroom again.
She kept her distance from him and turned into the ladies room just before he reached the office door. Quickly checking that she was alone, she pressed her ear to the door. She heard him knock and a muffled voice respond. A calm feeling passed through her as she put on her coat. It was something she felt every time she embarked on the most dangerous part of a job. Silently she counted to fifty, then she pushed the door open again.
A elderly man was just leaving the men's room as she stepped into the hallway. He didn't look back as he returned to the main room. She approached the office door, and listened. There were two voices speaking, but she couldn't make out words of the the music. She pulled the laser scalpel out and used it on the door latch. It didn't matter to her if it was locked or not. She wanted to make sure it couldn't be locked once she was inside.
Time was against her now. She didn't want to be seen entering the office. Steeling her nerves, she pushed through the door. A drunken giggle escaped her lips as she looked at the three men in the room. "Hey! This ain't the little girls room!"
As advertised, it was an office. Behind a large desk sat a man in an expensive, but ill fitting suit. Across from him was Mr. Plaid. Standing just behind and to one side of the first man was a guy who could only be called a thug. All three of them stared at her as if she were an alien creature. In the space of time they were being surprised, she noticed the large plastic bag and stacks of money sitting on the desktop.
The boss guy turned to the thug and growled. "Why wasn't the door locked lunkhead?"
Thug, who was obviously not in the running to join Mensa, replied. "I thought it was."
Anne let herself sway drunkenly for a moment. Hopefully giving the impression she was not a threat.
Boss guy waved in her direction. "Get her out of here. And make sure you lock the door on the way out!"
Maneuvering his large frame from behind the desk, the thug said. "Yes boss."
Anne let the thug grab her arm. As he began to pull her toward the door, she feigned a drunken fall. He tried to catch her, but was hampered by her fist in his gut. Air whooshed out of him and he made it to the floor, already out, before she did. When she did get to the floor, she kicked both legs out. Her feet caught the legs of the chair Mr. Plaid was sitting in. He joined her on the floor, just in time to has his jaw rearranged and his lights put out.
Jumping up, Anne grinned at the last man conscious. Boss guy was digging in his coat, trying to extract a gun. Anne placed both hands on the desk and lifted herself in the air. Her legs swung out to her sides, then came flashing in to impact on either side of his head. Her butt impacted the desk and she sat there for a few seconds, considering her work. Pride began to creep through her, until that is, she remembered what BD had taught her.
The words echoed up from the past. "Never leave an enemy at your back." With a resigned sigh, she set about breaking the men's necks. The only twinge of regret she felt was for the thug. Even though he worked for the mob, she had no reason to harbor ill will against him. The other two she had no problem dispatching. Mr. Plaid was obviously a drug dealer and Boss guy was just that, the boss of this operation. Neither would be missed by the world.
Remembering she needed to finish quickly, she gathered up the money and jammed it into the large pockets of her coat. She smiled because she ran out of room. Then she remembered the satchel. It was sitting beside the desk. She opened it to find another large plastic bag. Like the one on the desk, it was drugs. Both bags went into the case with the rest of the money. She made a quick survey of the room, but saw nothing else of obvious value.
Going to the door, she listened for any sign of someone on the other side. Hearing nothing but the distant music, she cautiously opened it. A glance told her the hall was clear. Moving fast, she kicked out and struck the bar on the emergency exit. Just as the alarm began to sound, she ducked into the ladies room.
As a commotion arose on the other side of the door, she gleefully dumped the drugs down one of the toilets. She heard shouts as the bodies of the three men were found. With a grin, she prepared herself for the coming confrontation. A few moments later the door of the stall was flung open by one of the bouncers that had been out front. His eyes went wide as he stared between her exposed legs.
From her seat on the toilet, Anne screamed. "Hey you perv! This is the ladies room!"
Minutes later, along with the rest of the confused customers, she was being herded out of the club. Nobody was thinking clearly enough to notice the bag she carried under her coat. She calmly made her way to her car. Slipping behind the wheel, she let out a sigh. If only she'd had a chance to get to know that blonde a little better. She shrugged as she turned the key in the ignition. Maybe it was for the best, she did have to get up early. It was a school night after all.