Dancers

Ray walked out of the private room placing the wad of bills in her top. The music was blaring as it always was as she moved to the bar to order a bottle of water. This was a nicer, high-end club. You had to be someone to get into the club. There were still women in here that were trashy. They had to appeal to the men that liked trashy women. Peter, the bartender, handed her the bottle as he cleaned some shot glasses from the previous people who had used them. The club was busy since it was Friday night and most of the men in here had just gotten paid. He was constantly cleaning glasses and giving bottles of waters to the girls. Ray had made it clear; she had no interest in Peter after he had tried to hit on her. She made that clear to all her clients. She danced and nothing more. It had been a rough beginning, seeing as a lot of men thought that since she was small they could do as they liked. She rolled her eyes. Men in every culture assumed they could do as they liked. She was grateful her boss was lax on the rules of weaponry.

"Yo Ying!" A voice called from behind her.

Speak of the devil. Ray turned to see a very busty woman with a Lara Croft outfit on standing next to her. Her chocolate skin danced with the lights. Big burgundy lips were spread in a small smile at the sight of the young girl. She had a scar across her left eye, those eyes changed daily in the color they wanted to be. At the moment they were a soft hazel. "Hello, Sam." The braided low ponytail hung down her back carelessly as she was taking it down for the next set.

"Damn Ying, I almost had to kill my last client. He thought he was getting a free taste of this." She chuckled as she turned to Peter for a bottle of water.

"Was it the Morebucks guy?" Ray asked sipping hers.

"Fuck yeah. His dumb ass didn't think my guns were real or the knives." She laughed softly. "Let's just say he left me a generous tip after the show." Her hand patted her back pocket.

Ray nodded. "I see."

Sam turned to her smaller friend. "What's on your mind, shorty?"

Ray shrugged.

A hum escaped Sam. "So how did it go with the love of your life?" Sam asked with knowing eyes.

Ray kind of let a blush cross her cheeks.

"So the blowjob worked huh?" Sam grinned evilly. "He was begging huh?"

Ray went a deep shade of red.

Sam laughed softly again. "Damn Ying, I see you. Be sure to let me know for the next part. I want my bitch's first time to be something fucking special. And based on your expression it'll be his first time too. You virgins kill me."

Ray nodded as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Thanks, Sam,"

"No problem Ying. You know you're my bitch. I got you." She cheered.

Ray returned it in warmth. Sam had been a Godsend to her. They had met in cooking class. She was loud and brash with a foul mouth. To be honest, she was a female version of Zack. She had invited her to try out at the club to make some more money on the side. Sam was a hacker and ex-mercenary taught from the toughest of the tough in Russia. She used to do black ops missions earning the nickname Ghost. Why she was dancing in a club she owned in the city was beyond her but she was grateful for it plus she was the bouncer. Sam had made sure she got some of the better clients and even protected her from some of the other girls. It was nice to have someone on her side though. Sam had made it clear in the club that if any hair on Ray's head was touched, someone would be dying. Ray couldn't help but chuckle as she watched her friend grab the man's arm that was feeling her up. She had him on the floor in no time. Sam had made it clear that Ray could trust her which is why she asked her about how to perform oral on Zack.

"You dumb fuck. Try that shit again and I'll break more than your damn arm." Sam hissed. "You motherfuckers really be trying me. I swear to God, I'll kill you."

Ray grabbed Sam's hand. "I think he's got it, Sam."

Sam let him go. "You're right." She looked to her smaller companions blue eyes. "Come on; let's get ready for our set. Apparently, these guys got it like that and requested us both." She wrapped her arm around the smaller blonde. "I don't give a damn how much money they got, I'll still beat them within an inch of their lives if they touch you."

"What did they request us to be tonight?" Ray asked looking at the lights above her.

"T-shirts and thigh high boots is what I'm told." Sam cheesed.

...

Zack didn't understand what the fuck was going on as to why he was being dragged to a rather nice looking club. He rolled his eyes as they made him leave his scythe in the car. Ray had been teaching him a little English. He could pick up on certain things in conversation. From what he got, they were celebrating him for his hard work. He rolled his eyes once more. They forced him into a private room where the music was softer. The waitress handed them drinks. He didn't accept them until his boss ordered him a beer. His boss was a nice guy. He took it easy on him since he knew Zack didn't speak English really well. And without Ray, it was almost impossible for them to speak. Zack personally thought that maybe his boss was afraid of him which is why he never said anything out of line. Though the man had a tough exterior, his blue eyes were hard with kindness. It was an odd thing but the man paid him too well to care. His slicked back hair shined with gel to keep it in place. Zack was aware that there was a comb on the inside of his jacket. He sighed as a bunch of food was presented to him. He took a mozzarella stick in curiosity. He pulled it apart to see the cheese inside. What was this? Stuffing his mouth with it, he decided he liked them and pointed at the menu for more. His boss understood and asked the waitress for three more orders.

"I have picked these two especially for tonight." His boss spoke to him.

He picked up on the words of picked personally for the occasion. A nod was his response as he continued to stuff his mouth.

"I think you're going to like these two." His boss cheesed as the lights dimmed.

The bass dropped and the lights went off before one shown on the stage where there was a dark haired woman with delicious blood lips. He raised a brow as she stood with her hands on her hips. She broke it down with the beats grabbing the pole behind her to allow her body lean against it. Her hands slid down her body to show the shape of it under the t-shirt before letting them go into her hair. Swirling her hips slowly, she teased the group of what was under it. From the glimpse he saw, there was nothing but a brightly colored string.

"Damn, I like that one. She's kind of freaky." His boss whispered.

Again, he nodded still entranced by the woman on stage.

She winked at him as she turned to be greeted by a smaller figure. The smaller figure copied the motions of the first. Both popped and dropped it before rising slowly. The taller of the two took off her shirt to reveal two huge breasts covered in pasties. They were heart shaped. The smaller one took her shirt off as well only to climb onto the pole. Zack was very much interested in the smaller one. She twirled around it before climbing it. Her ankles locked as she hung upside down. He was thoroughly impressed. The sound of his boss hooting had him looking to his side to see the other woman sitting in his lap. She had her hands on his tie to pull him closer to her. He could tell his boss was very turned on as he watched the woman slowly grind on him. Her lips were exceptionally close to his before she pulled back. Damn. He turned his attention back to the little one as she continued to do twist and flips on the pole. The woman on his boss stood up seductively before heading back to the stage. His boss couldn't help but smacking her ass. She looked over her shoulder as the song was close to ending. The taller of the two laid down on the stage. He was shaken by how well her ass moved without her doing anything. The smaller one came to sit on her waist. She crossed her legs smoothly while letting her hands rub herself. It was then that he noticed something. She was the same size as Ray. That platinum blonde hair and those eyes looked an awful lot like Ray. The smaller one uncrossed her legs to lean on her knees before looking at the crowd. His eyes widened. That was Ray! Ray was a fucking stripper?!

His group clapped loudly some even whistled but he did nothing. He was stuck. Ray was a dancer? She could dance? It made sense that he didn't know. It never came up in their four years together. But the fact that she was so good at it had him even more stuck. He didn't go through her stuff so he wouldn't have known that she kept most of her clothes at home so the other girls didn't ruin her outfits. There were so many things he wanted to ask like what the hell was she doing here? And why was she dancing? Instead of freaking out as he felt on the inside, he merely stood and walked to the stage. Causing a scene here in front of his boss would cost him in the long run. Ray and the other woman were conversing quietly.

"Ray," he called softly.

Ray looked down at him with that placid face. "Zack."

"Oh? This is your lover boy?" She spoke in Japanese.

Ray nodded. "This is him."

The other woman jumped down off the stage. "Nice to meet ya, Zack-kun. I've heard fucking so much about you. I'm Sam." She continued in Japanese.

Zack watched her breasts bounce obviously. Why were they so big? How did she function?

"Zack, introduce me to your friend." His boss spoke up in English.

Zack looked at Sam. "This is my boss Roman." He introduced in Japanese.

Sam nodded to Roman. "Bossman huh? I'm not impressed. He looks like a cocky motherfucker and I'd hate to have to kick his money-loving ass but I will." She rolled her eyes.

"Be nice Sam. This is Zack's boss. It would be a shame to have to kill him." Ray chided.

All three turned to look at Roman who was lost in what was being said. Sam rolled her eyes before putting on a nice smile. She took his arm and led him away to give them some time to talk.

Ray shook her head before turning to Zack. "Are you mad?"

"No,"

"Surprised?"

Zack scoffed. "Obviously, you asshole."

Ray chuckled. "I would imagine so."

"So do you…"

"Do I… have sex with them? No Zack. In fact, I've made it clear with all my clients that is off limits. Sam actually books men that don't try to sleep with me." Ray explained.

It was quiet between the two for a moment.

"Did you at least enjoy the show?"

Zack nodded. "Hell yeah! I think I deserve my own private show." The words spilled out of his mouth before he could stop them. His face became a tinted in embarrassment at his statement.

Ray turned red. "Sure." Her voice was soft at the thought of giving Zack his own private show. She certainly would break the rules and sleep with him after.

A deep breath of relief escaped him. "How did this happen?" He asked watching some of his co-workers eat some more food while hitting on the waitresses.

Ray tilted her head. "I met Sam in cooking class. She told me that she could help me make some more money instead of taking yours from your jobs."

He hummed. "Can we trust her?" His attention was on the woman making his boss fall in love.

"She's ex-black ops agent. She looks out for me here and supplies me with my guns. In fact, she knew about you before I even told her who you were." Ray explained looking at Sam. She winked at her before going back to Roman. Ray smiled. "Yeah, we can trust her."

"She looks out for you huh?"

"Plus, she's the one who gave me tips on how to please you." Ray nodded.

Zack's face burned bright. "What the hell Ray? I didn't need her to know I don't know what the fuck to do with you." He growled as he walked over to the pair. "You keep my woman safe?" he asked trying to calm his heart from her confession.

Sam cheesed. "Of course, she's my bitch. I love her short ass to death."

Zack shook his head. "Why's a black ops agent working in a club?"

"Hey, do I tell you how to fucking live? I do a little moonlight on the side as well." Sam cocked a brow. "I'm very versed in the art of killing. I do it all."

Zack nodded impressed by her words. "I expect her to come home without a scratch."

Sam rolled her eyes. "No fucking shit. Has she before?"

He shook his head.

"Like I fucking said earlier. She's in good hands. I may even surprise you, Isaac Foster." Sam whispered.

Zack's eyes widened.