Ok, this is a short chapter, and it's written in a different point of view, just coz I need it to be. I don't think this POV will be used again after this chap.
It was 7:00 pm. Opening time for the Spearmint Rhino Gentlemen's Club. One of the most prestigious strip clubs in the entire sector. Prestigious because it had the biggest "variety" in girls, and the most customers. Most men who came in there were young, eager, and hoping to end the night with a little action. Those were the kind of men that only came in two or three times, then they got a new girlfriend or wife and were never heard from again. Then there were the regulars. Most of them were middle-aged and married, or getting close to a divorce. Some other "customers" were the low lifes, the perverts, the drug dealers, the pimps, and don't forget, the occasional psychotic killer. But no matter who they were, or what their lifestyle, they all fell completely head over heels for that hot little number behind the bar. Sometimes people would order drinks they didn't even want, just to see her smile. But mostly it was to take a peek at that tattoo right above her ass when she bent down to get something from under the counter.
Most of the regulars would boast about how they got to see her dance up on stage when she first started working here. Others would claim they slept with her, but of course they were lying, and everyone knew it. Sometimes the new guys would ask the other girls about her, but all they said was that she wasn't worth their time, she would never get up and dance again. But they were wrong.
7:13 pm. Drinks were gotten, food was ordered, all the girls were there, and the DJ was ready and waiting with the first song, picked specifically by Jack. As soon as the minute hand hit the fifteen on the boss's watch, he pointed to the DJ, it was show time. Normally, everything wouldn't be as tense as it was, and there would be a girl up there as soon the place opened. But not tonight. Tonight was special, only in that Jack had agreed to Kitten's offer. Of course the boss put up Kitten to it. Business had been lagging lately, and he needed something that would make all the men in here talk about this club to all their friends. And he was certain this was it. He even closed the private rooms, so everyone would see this performance.
"Alright everybody, the show of a lifetime is about to start. You've seen her in the back rooms, caged behind glass. But now for only the fifth time in her career, this animal is coming out to you. Give it up for Kitten!" shouted the DJ in the mic. Kitten sauntered out onto the catwalk, swinging her tail in her hands. Half the room clapped and whistled for her. She concluded her walk by a long swing down the polished silver pole. "Alright now, its time for the girl you've been waiting for. You've seen her behind the bar, so close, and yet so far, and for the second time she is getting up on the stage to strut her stuff for all you lucky guys, Let's hear it for Jack!" The entire room exploded with applause and whistling. And at that exact moment, a dark figure slipped in through the front door. No one noticed but the boss. The man walked over to the bar and sat down on the velvet-lined stool. He was tall, and muscular, not like most men who came in there. He glanced over at the stage as Jack came out looking rough in a tank top, cargo pants and a tool belt. Her hair was tied back at first, but as soon as she reached where Kitten was standing, she pulled out the hair tie and flipped her head back, in a classic "stripper hair toss". The dark man turned back, obviously un-phased.
The boss eyed this stranger. He knew he was trouble, but he went about as if nothing was wrong. When the girls got into their desired starting positions, the music started. The new guy didn't even look at the stage. He ordered straight whiskey, no ice, and stared at the counter. He looked like he was confused and anxious about something.
"Hey stranger, something wrong?" the boss asked politely while putting the whiskey bottle away.
"No. By the way what song is this?" He seemed very irked about something.
"I believe it is "Küss Mich" by Rammstein, Jack picked it herself." The boss looked affectionately at the performance on stage.
"Jack?" The man finally turned towards the stage.
"Yeah, our little tool belt diva up there. I knew putting her up there would be a good idea. Look how much money the two of them are raking in?" Jack was down to nothing but her see-through bra and thong, and of course, the tool belt. Money was just being thrown at her, it almost lined the stage. Then the belt came off and she tossed it to the guy nearest her. Now her infamous tattoo was visible, and the room exploded as she showed it off. The boss turned sharply as he heard a glass slam on the counter, but all he saw was the front door swinging shut.