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Lucas's pov:

Ray googled through the net and after about five minutes, he discovered a brilliant idea.

"Culpa strip Club has an event tonight. An anonymous Night," He read out to my hearing as he looked at his screen.

A mischievous grin of satisfaction took over my lips and I nodded.

A masked Night wasn't a bad idea. I could use the help of some strippers to cool off as well.

"Get me a mask.... inform the boys to keep watch too, that bitch couldn't have gone far." I instructed putting on my gray blazer.

Let's have fun while the time flies.....

~🌹~

I hissed as a strong scent of cocaine hit my nostrils while alighting from my Lamborghini, I don't smoke. It's unhealthy. Ray stood aside and held the door handle firmly as usual so I could get down.

I walked towards the dim lights which enclosed the inner chambers that were smoothly concealed with high dull walls. Ray had made a reservation earlier.

I could detect the intense scent of raw cocaine from the hallways and each opened door disclosed a fun segment with one or two billionaires, all in masks.

We stopped at the front of a ringed curtain and with Ray shifting the rings aside, I entered.

Walking towards the counter, I served myself some brewed beer and sat elegantly to view the room. I'm sharing it with no one apart from the strippers.

There were three couches in all and a center table with glasses. A wide space for the strippers and most importantly, music. The room had a little bar counter as well, all stocked with expensive liquors. A classy little wooden clock was hung on the wall too. It wasn't to my taste but I don't mind.

Time, an important factor.

"Even fun houses respected it," I smirked.

Ray excused himself immediately as I entered the floor. So I waited patiently with a drink for my dancers to arrive.

That was all I wanted, I don't mind wasting more time as long as it helps me in preparing for her punishment.

I slowly took off my tie and threw it on an empty couch. I was already getting uncomfortable with the mask too but I had to endure, that was the rule.

I don't play by rules though.....but it's worth it.

I raised my eyes to meet the clock again.

One,

Two,

Three.

I counted and at the exact time, Five ladies strolled in. Each putting on different exposive outfits. Their skin was barely covered with cloth, A mere transparent layer disclosed their ups and downs.

It wasn't pure stripping but it was manageable. I liked it.

Just as the fun began, two more masked ladies stumbled in.

From their outfit, I suppose the blondie was a stripper but the other girl? She looked decent enough to be a stripper.

What was she doing here??? That got me curious.

And strangely, it attracted me to her.

I stared at her intensely, trying to read her mind as well as her body. She was putting on an extremely short gown, which showcased her long straight legs. She has wide hips, nice busts and probably a beautiful ass.

What is this angel doing here?

She was beautiful, no doubt. I could tell by her fragrance even though I wasn't able to see her clear face. Her pupils were bright emeralds, emitting invisible fear and insecurity.

What was she scared of? me? pftt! I doubt.

Her friend, I suppose, walked towards the other ladies but she just stood there, fidgeting.

"you obviously ain't here as a stripper. what are you doing here?"

She didn't answer. Just clasping her hands together and drawing her gown nervously.

I chuckled. She had such beautiful legs. I wanted her, she was so hot and she made me horny with just a glance. I didn't like the effect at all, I mean, I'm not here to get wasted with sex but I'd like to watch her strip. To see her elegant naked figure come to view in front me.

I cleared my voice and that seemed to have miraculously snapped her back to reality. The masked angel finally found her voice.

"I'm...hmmm... a bartender?" She stuttered.

"A bartender ??" I never asked for the service.

I watched her from head to toe in doubt. She was sexy and it was surprising that I preferred her over the other half naked women.

Having a sexy girl attend to my drinks was fair enough...

~🌹~

Kiara's pov:

When Emma suggested I watch her dance instead of roaming around the club like a lost lamb, I honestly didn't think I would meet a drop dead gorgeous man.

He had perfect broad shoulders and his mighty height showed his powerful aura which could unintentionally intimidate anyone. His neatly ironed designer clothes that fitted his sexy figure. He had intense blue eyes that strangely pierced my soul in an alluring manner. The most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. I couldn't get a vivid view of his face due to the black mask he wore but his lips were exposed too. Soft and delicate....made me think stuff.

Oh Kiara!

Stop those thoughts!

I stood and didn't realize I was fidgeting. What was this effect?

He was to be frank, the most handsome man I'd ever met. I wasn't sure why I was feeling nervous all of a sudden. Was it because this was actually my first time in a real strip Club? can't I bear the heat?

But then, whatever it was, I can't let a dirty minded handsome dude get the best of me.

Only people with nasty thoughts visited strip Clubs!

'but you're here. Does that mean you are dirty minded?' my inner thoughts awoke.

'Nah...I have a clean intention. I'm here for Emma, but he's here for dirty business!' I defended myself.

I shouldn't think he's gorgeous.

His intense gaze made me uncomfortable and for a moment, I hated the dress I wore again.

"You obviously ain't here as a striper. What are you doing here?" His hoarse voice made me kinda feel intimidated.

His accent was pure American and I loved it. Was I supposed to? nah... He's dirty and I shouldn't be liking his voice.

A little sound crashed my train of thoughts and I immediately realized he was waiting for my response.

I had to come up with something reasonable. Reasonable enough for him to let me stay. After all I wasn't here for him but because of Emma.

"I'm... hmmm... a bartender?"

It felt more like a question than an answer though. I gulped and secretly wished he believed me. we were starting to draw attention and I didn't like it.

If not for the mask, I wouldn't be standing here. I don't like the tension and I could tell the dancers were getting pissed off. I was a distraction, I suppose.

His lips curved into a nasty smirk and I frowned.

"A bartender??" he nodded after giving a long sort of scrutinizing stare.

'Don't give him room to doubt you, boldness conceal a lot!' Eric's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

He definitely doesn't look like one to be pleased easily. Well, I'm just going to pretend he isn't here.

I smiled brightly and looked directly into his charming eyes in an attempt to hide my fear. My training finally paid off!

Finally, he shifted his gaze to the strippers.

I could finally breathe. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until now.

I walked towards an empty couch adjacent to his since the other couch was occupied by a necktie. I knew it was his.

Thank goodness he believed my lie.