Chapter 3

Weeks had passed, and I hadn’t seen the woman since that early morning of the Van Kline Jeweller heist. She had been in my thoughts constantly and snuck her way into my dreams. I usually found myself waking up with my body covered in sweat and a rock-hard boner. I tried to stop thinking about her, but it didn’t work.

I was mesmerised by her beauty. Crazed by her taste. Longing to hear her voice. Captivated by her smell and possessed by her touch.

“Jason... baby.” The woman called and walked over to me. She was naked like the way I first met her, and her light blue hair softly blew in the wind.

“I miss you.” She stated and was instantly in front of me.

“Help me find you. Please.” I begged as she climbed on top of me and bent down to place her lips against mine.

Honk. Honk.

The sound of a car hooting snapped me out of the daydream. I looked back at the art gallery I was parked outside and stared at the crowds of people as they walked past. At this point, it was a habit to always look for the woman when I went out into public. I always mistook women with light blue hair for her. I hoped fate would let me see the woman again.

The crew had been hired to steal a collection of paintings from the art gallery. The gallery itself wasn’t famous but supported a local artist whose work some rich woman wanted. Wen said the artist refused to sell the collection, which is why we were hired to steal it.

I was tasked to survey the outside and collect data on how the foot traffic flowed. Wen wanted to steal the originals and replace them with fake versions during the day. I looked in front of me, and a woman caught my attention. She wore a skin-tight black dress that showed her cleavage and stopped mid-thigh. She also wore a pair of long black heeled boots with a fluffy pink cardigan.

The woman had a banging body, but her silver-white hair caught my attention. The sunlight danced on her hair, which made it shine. She was looking away from me at the oncoming traffic, so I couldn’t see her face. As she looked toward the vehicle I was in, I felt my heart skip a beat.

It was the woman that I couldn’t stop thinking about.

She looked forward and crossed the street as I felt my body automatically move by itself. I opened the vehicle door and quickly jumped out to follow after her. I tried to walk as fast as I could as I crossed the street and made my way through the crowd. I pushed past people and kept my eyes focused on her silver-white hair.

“Hey! Miss! Wait!” I called and tried to get her attention. A few women looked back at me, confused, but the woman I wanted didn’t seem to hear me.  

“Lady with the silver hair!” I yelled and ran to keep up with her. The woman stopped and turned around to look at me as I stopped in front of her. She was so breathtakingly beautiful. She still had her diamond stud nose piercing, and her lips were a sexy dark red.

“Hi. Sorry, do I know you?” The woman asked, confused, and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“We slept together….” I replied, unsure of how to describe how she knew me.

“Oh, well, I sleep with a lot of people. If I don’t remember you, you weren’t that good.” The woman stated and walked off with a quick spin on her heels.

I stood there frozen in the crowd as my brain couldn’t understand what had just happened. My ego felt like it had been stabbed while my heart broke. I had been crazy about this woman for weeks, and now she rejected me before I could even try. I shook my head and decided to follow after her.

I noticed a blur of her silver hair walk around the corner and quickened my pace. She walked into a small grocery store. The warm air from inside the store made me feel cosy as I walked in. The smell of freshly baked bread and coffee filled the air. I had never been inside this store before, but it seemed to look modern compared to its exterior appearance.

“Why are you following me?” The woman questioned next to me. I was surprised by the small store that I didn’t notice that she was by my side.

I looked towards her and noticed her arms were crossed across her chest, which pushed her breasts up more.

“I know, I’m hot, but my eyes are up here.” She snapped, and I quickly looked up.

“I didn’t mean to offend you. I just want to….” I started to say, but the woman interrupted.

“Get my number? Ask me out? Listen, guy, I know exactly who you are.”

“You do?” I stupidly asked.

“Yes. If you want to fuck me again, all you have to do is ask, not follow after me like some obsessed fan.”

“No… I…”

“Oh, so you don’t want to fuck me then? Why, huh? Ain’t I good enough for a second time?” The woman hissed and glared at me. I had clearly made her upset. I stared into her deep brown eyes and felt myself slowly starting to get lost.

“I can’t get you off my mind. You are so incredibly mesmerising, and I wanted to get to know you better.” I stated and pulled myself together. A slight blush made her cheeks turn a lovely red.

“I don’t date.” The woman coldly remarked, then walked off. I frowned and nodded. It was time I accepted her rejection and moved on with my life.

“So, you coming or you going to stand there looking cute?” Her voice suddenly questioned. I looked at her, surprised and confused. I thought she didn’t want anything to do with me.

“I don’t have all day.” She added and flicked her hair.

“I’m coming.” I quickly said. The woman walked off again, and I followed her to the back of the store. She opened a door marked ‘Employees only’ and walked through.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I followed her through the storeroom.

“To my strip club.” She shrugged and walked up to a bouncer standing by a black door. He was a massive black oak and wore a pair of sunglasses even though we were inside.

“Joe, honey! Hey.” The woman smiled and threw her arms around the bouncer’s neck.

“Vixen, love, where have you been?” The bouncer asked and wrapped his arms around her waist. That jealously I felt when I saw her with anyone else was back.

“Daddy kept me busy at the company. Did you miss me?” She giggled in his arms. Joe chuckled and nodded.

“Good, cause I missed you.” She winked and placed a kiss on his cheek. Joe opened the door and let the woman walk in. I tried to follow after her, but he stepped in front of the entrance and blocked the way.

“This is a private club. You aren’t a member.” Joe firmly stated.

“I, uhm, came here with the woman,” I replied, but Joe shook his head.

“Members only.”

“Oh, Joe. Let him in. He’s been following after me.” The woman’s voice piped up from behind Joe, who stepped aside and glared at me as I walked past.

The woman smiled and grabbed my arm to pull me closer to her.

“Welcome to ‘The Break.’ The club is for anyone to get a break away from their partners or the stress life causes.” The woman explained as I looked around.

The strip club’s interior was mostly white and decorated with purple LED lights. Platforms with a pole in the middle were surrounded by white leather couches. There was a bar stocked with alcohol and managed by a male bartender in the corner. More bouncers stood around in the club watching over the women in case a client decided to try to take advantage. Many men sat around enjoying the dances the women put on, and I was surprised to see even women were tucking money into the bras of the strippers.

Sexy music played loudly, and lights flashed. The vibe felt really good. I watched as a stripper walked up to the woman I was with and smiled happily.

“Baby, get that fine ass over here.” The woman next to me stated and pulled the stripper closer. I watched as they pressed their mouths together and full-on French kissed one another. I froze as I watched the exchange. The woman, whose name was Vixen, according to Joe, smacked the stripper’s ass after pulling away.

“See you later, Vixen.” The stripper smirked and walked off.

“So, your name is Vixen?” I asked as the woman pulled me forward. My brain couldn’t seem to function properly. I wasn’t sure if I was confused or horny that the woman kissed another woman.

“It’s my stage name.”  She winked.

“I’m Jason, by the way,” I added as she stopped by the bar.

“Hey, honey. Can I get a lemonade, and Jason over here will have…?” Vixen asked the bartender and looked at me for an answer.

“A black label beer, please,” I replied, and the bartender nodded.

“Do you like my club?”

“It’s nice.”

“Correction, it’s fucking hot.” She laughed and thanked the bartender as he placed our drinks in front of us.

“So, what’s your real name?”

“Oh, sweety, you will have to work for that.”

“Okay. Don’t you drink?” I questioned and gestured towards her lemonade.

“Damn, you ask a lot of questions. But, yeah, I can’t stand alcohol.”

“But you own a club?”

“I get to watch half-naked women whenever I want. Who wouldn’t want that?” Vixen laughed and grabbed my arm to pull me along as she walked off. I didn’t mind that she pulled me around. Whenever she touched my arm, it felt like my skin heated up.

She led me towards a bunch of couches and pushed me down into the one nearest to the pole dancing platform. I put my beer down on the glass table next to me, and Vixen sat down on my lap. She leaned back against me and took a sip of her lemonade. Her neck was close to my lips, and the scent of coconut drifted from her skin.

“Do you have any more questions, Jason?” Vixen asked, and I loved the way she said my name. Her warm ass was pressed against my dick, which turned me on. I tried to not think about it as I didn’t want to screw things up with her.

“How come I didn’t hear the music from the storeroom or grocery store?” I questioned and tried to keep my mind focused. Vixen burst into a giggle and turned her head to the side to look at me. Our lips were a few centimetres apart, and it felt like I could almost taste them.

“The walls are soundproof. It wouldn’t be much of a secret if everyone could hear the music.” She shrugged and touched the side of my face. “You’re actually quite handsome.” She whispered and flickered her eyes down to look at my lips. Her gaze met mine as she looked back up into my eyes, and for a second, everything around us froze.

Vixen looked away and climbed off my lap to stand up.

“I need to sort out some business. Just wait here, okay?” She remarked, then walked off before I could say anything. I shifted my pants as my dick was semi-hard and took a sip of my beer.

The club was full of sexy women, but none were even close to Vixen’s level. I watched a few women dance as a few hours passed. I wondered if she had stood me up but remained patient and stayed where she instructed. A stripper walked onto the stage in front of me and wiped down the pole. She winked my way, and I offered her a friendly smile.

The couches around the area where I was were empty as no one danced on the platform. The song changed, and Cho by Popalik featuring Stefflon Don started playing. I knew the song as I enjoyed listening to Stefflon’s music. The lights shined down on the stage in front of me, and a sexy silver-haired woman walked up to the pole.

Vixen winked at me before she started dancing. She had changed into a simple black long-sleeved bodysuit. The tattoo on her hip could be seen, and as she turned around, her sexy ass cheeks were on display. She was barefoot while the other strippers had on heels. I liked how I was the only one by the couches because it made me feel like Vixen was dancing for me and me alone.

I watched as she gracefully climbed up the pole and seemed to slowly run while she spun in a circle. Her body moved in ways that were so mesmerising that I wouldn’t dare look away. She looked extremely sexy and stared at me while her body moved against the pole. I had to shift the way I was sitting as my dick was hard from the sight of her. 

Vixen dropped down and twerked her ass in front of my face, and went down onto the floor with her ass up in the air. She twirled and slid her legs apart while on her knees while her hand went to grip her neck. I felt a small groan leave my lips as I watched Vixen. She opened her eyes and slid her hand down her body. My eyes turned darker as I watched her, and I could feel my body passionately burning for her.

“Do you want me, Jason?” Vixen asked, and through the music, I could hear her clearly. Her hand went between her legs, and her hips moved as if she was grinding against the floor.

“Of course I do,” I replied, and Vixen smirked. She moved to the edge and put one foot on my shoulder. Her hips moved forward, and I moved my hand up her leg.

“No, Jason. The first rule is that you can’t touch the dancers.” She devilishly smiled. I quickly moved my hand off her leg before one of the bouncers threw me out of the club. Vixen knew exactly how badly I wanted her as I could see that horny spark in her eyes.

“Let’s see how long you can last.” She remarked and climbed off of the stage and onto my lap.