Footsteps.
Loud footsteps.
Olivia panicked. Curling into a ball in the dark closet, her heartbeat loud enough to give her spot away, tears poured down her eyes as fear caressed her, the footsteps only got louder and closer, she had always feared the sound of shoes assaulting the ground after the sound died down, she relaxed a bit before slowly moving towards the small hole in the closet….
“Got you!” a Loud voice said.
Olivia tightened her eyes as she swayed her hips, lap dancing. She held on to the pole tightly, flaunting her cleavage on display.
The loud music drowned the loud thoughts that invaded her mind, she tried her best to focus on her goal for the night — Ridding the world of another perverted rapist.
For now, she hadn’t found the perfect victim and it was tiring. She sighed as she came down from the stage. The audience didn’t like that too much, — and she couldn’t care less.
“Luna” the manager of the bar called out as he saw her get down.
She sighed. This perverted old man was the last person she wanted to see.
“you can’t just leave the stage like that, the audience loves you, what if they start leaving?”
“then you’ll deal with it” she shrugged as she walked into her dressing room.
She frowned. Her muscles ached from faking a smile all day. She tugged on her mask, and slowly took it off, it was never in her best interest or people to know her identity, Olivia Dawn ad to remain dead, it was best for everyone.
Tears stung her eyes, she wiped the ones that cared to fall.
She wasn’t weak.
She laid on the bed in her dressing room, she was given many privileges as she was the star dancer, Men were crazy about her, she was like honey and they were bees.
After a few moments, she stood up, took a final glance at her dressing room, before wearing her mask for the second time that night. She walked out of the dressing room, her frown disappeared and doubt gone, she would make tonight count, no matter what.
“one shot of Vodka” she ordered the barman.
“of course Luna,” he said, quickly attending to her order
“Luna,” a voice began, Olivia turned to look at the person talking, and her eyes locked with the prettiest eyes she had ever seen in her life, Green pretty orbs stared back at her, she admired his gaze through his blue mask. In a bar like this, everyone wanted to keep their identities secret, That’s why she chose it in the first place.
She smiled as her body tensed in a way she never knew it could.
“How may I help you?” she asked as she regained herself from whatever trance his first impression had her in. He seemed different, something about him, — drew her like a magnet.
“ you are prettier than I imagined”
She smiled. “I have to go,” she said as she headed to the stage.
The lights went off and came back on, putting her, in the spotlight before the music began, She moved her hips and body to be beats of the music and all through the performance she felt his eyes on her, but it wasn’t like the others, what was going on?
Her short blue body con dress, showed off just enough skin to lure anyone in. was this man trying to be her next bait? Her eyes narrowed at him as the music continued to blast, her body moving to the beats and her mind moving towards him.
As usual, her performance was top notch and the audience loved it, she flashed a killer smile that should be enough to feed their wild thoughts.
She had already caught sight of her Victim though — Davis brown
The owner of brown industries, the industry was only a front to traffic minors and young women on top of that the bastard was a rapist who rapped minors and auctioned them out, it was every day and his death — would be good riddance.
Honestly, it had been a huge hassle trying to find the man. But when she figured out that he frequently attended this bar at exactly 11:47 pm every day, she was more than willing to get the job done.
She slowly came down from the stage, successful gaining the man’s undivided attention, like a predator, she wanted him to seek her out, even though the roles would soon be reversed.
She proceeded to return to the bar, as she ordered another shot of Vodka. She caught sight of her prey, she smiled — a sickening smile That held satisfaction.
She watched as he held out his hand with a smile on his face, she knew he was carefully undressing her with his eyes,— she grimaced at that but didn’t complain.
“A dance with you milady?” he asked in a gruff voice. She almost snorted at how she was able to make the most Violent men well behaved, a rapist using his manners on a lap dancer?— what an irony!
“of course” she replied as she intertwined her arms in his, her perfect smile wide and picture-perfect, he pulled her close and they walked to the dance floor.
The only thing that made dancing with a man bearable to Olivia was the thought that their hearts would end up in a jar in her attic, along with their shameless eyes.
The twenty two year old smiled at the man in front of her as they danced to the music in the background. She slowly but rhythmically swayed to the music. Soon she felt his hand on her waist. She grimaced at the perverted man’s gaze and touch, she knew he was undressing her in his mind — and yes, she was determined to please.
