Red
Strip

C H A P T E R F O U R T E E N

My feet were slowly building up a tolerance to high heels, it only took constant nightly wearing of them.

Ace wasn’t in tonight, he was probably torturing my brother however I learnt my lesson, tonight I would be on my best behavior.

“How about a dance darlin?” Some lanky blonde guy with a black eye slapped my ass and winked at me. I picked up his beer bottle and smashed it over his head.

“Touch me again and I’ll jab this right through your heart and watch as you bleed to death.” Okay, so I was mostly going to be on my best behavior tonight.

I dropped the glass down on the table and walked off but then I had second thoughts and turned back around with a cocky smirk on my face.

“How about a dance from you?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at him.

“What?” His friends laughed along with him.

“You heard me, I want to see you strip.” I pulled him up out of his chair and took his place. I folded my arms across my chest and wore my most amused smile.

The guy started dancing and everyone cheered, clapped and gathered around which only grew his confidence.

He unbuttoned his shirt and slowly wiggled it down his arms, his dance moves were not strategically thought through. Instead they were goofy and fun, it had everyone laughing. His shirt came off and he threw it at me, I caught it and waved it in the air like a trophy.

He moved his hands down to his trousers, shimmying out of them and stopping every now and again to dance to the music.

“Off, off, off” the whole club chanted.

He lowered his pants, they got stuck around his shoes and he almost fell over because he couldn’t get his shoes off.

I had tears streaming down my face because of how ridiculously funny the whole thing was. After a lot of effort he finally freed his trousers and tossed them my way. Then the twerking started.

“No!” I shouted through my laughter as he was bringing his bright green ass closer and closer to me.

I pushed him away and then wiped my hand on the the trousers of the guy sitting next to me.

He stopped twerking and started rubbing his nipples, one hand on each nipple going round and round in a circle while he stuck his tongue out.

He bent over on all fours, looking back at us from between his legs. He was wearing some type of shiny Y-fronts in the most striking lime green ever known to man.

My eyes focused in on his backside, I had no choice but to look at it and right before my eyes a small red circle appeared on his left cheek and blood trickled down his leg. He screamed blue murder and every face in the room turned to look behind us. There was still smoke coming from the end of Aces gun.

“Shows over, everybody get the fuck out.” People scattered like a swarm of rats. The music died and two guys carried the stripper out without bothering to collect up his clothes. Even the six drunks who basically live here left.

Ace sat himself down in his booth, tipped his head back and closed his eyes. I hovered somewhere between the booth and the exit needing to make a choice.

I started walking across the empty club, grabbed two unopened beers from a random table and slouched myself down in the booth next to Ace. He lifted his head, peered at me and then rolled his eyes, he immediately tilted his head back again with a exasperated sigh.

“You’re stressed.” Ten points to captain obvious.

“Can’t you ever follow rules? He questioned.

“But they’re so fun to break.” I teased, he ignored me and I sighed. “What can I do?” He opened one eye and glanced at me suspiciously.

“How about a dance?” I tilted my head to one side as if that would make me understand his request but then I nodded my head and stood up.

I scanned the realms of my brain trying to remember what Blondie said and how she danced on Ace. The last time I didn’t do it to his liking he threatened to paralyse me and I quite liked having the use of my legs.

Don’t look at him.

Don’t forward face him.

Don’t close the curtain.

I could do all of that.

I stood and slowly started swaying my hips to the music, putting on a floor show before I actually climbed onto his lap. He watched me with no expression on his face what-so-ever.

With the sway of my hips I moved over to him and climbed onto his lap, facing away. I bent forward to curve my ass more and wiggled it right in front of him.

“No.” I turned my head to look back at him over my shoulder.

“No?” I questioned.

“I want you to dance for me as if I weren’t your boss. I want one of your dances.” I climbed off him, still feeling skeptical towards the whole situation.

Was this a test?

Ace reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his phone he flicked through the screen for a few seconds before the speakers around the room started playing different music.

“You like this song?” I asked.

“It has recently become one of my favorites.”

“What is it?”

“I see red.”

I felt like the inner child within had just completed a marathon of jump rope without missing a single beat. I felt like my inner fat girl had been rewarded with the biggest, tastiest chocolate cake. My fingers and toes tingled, my blood pumped faster and as Ace tapped his lap my adrenaline kicked in.

I straddled him, holding onto his shoulder for support and then I started moving my body up and down on him.

When the chorus picked up I arched my back, leaning back further while rotating my hips and moving my hands through my hair. He eyed my breasts and traveled his hands all over my body.

But then he grabbed me, his hands resting on either side of my body parallel with my navel and he stilled me, gazing deeply into my eyes.

Two blue irises enclosed behind a black mask, making them all the more bluer. It was the eyes that made him an honest man, seeping with pure vulnerability and in this line of work that put him at a disadvantage. Ace was a clever man, he knew that.

He released his grip on my hips and slowly rose his hands to my face, gently touching either side of my mask.

“Can I take it off?” He asked. I flinched and pulled backwards so he dropped his hands. “Okay.” He acknowledged without question.

I didn’t understand how powerful the masquerade masks were until Ace wanted to remove mine. I felt like if I let him remove my mask I was handing over a piece of myself that I wasn’t sure I was ready to give.

His lips sat perfectly positioned within a three day stubble. They shined ever so slightly, moistened and soft - almost kissable.

Gone was the scowl he wore on a permanent basis, his mouth was relaxed - not pressed in that tight thin line he had perfected. They looked warm and comforting, I couldn’t quite believe something so delicate could be placed on a man that powerful.

His strong thumb nicked at the bra strap resting upon my shoulder. With a small force he was able to drop it down my arm before moving onto the other one.

I watched his movements, doubts clouding my mind but my body was absolutely willing to fight for control. He kept his eyes on mine the whole time and that just made everything so much harder to refuse.

His fingers trailed the length of my back, starting at my tail bone and moving up my spine until he reached my bra strap he unhooked it and pulled it down my arms, skimming against my flesh with every movement that he made. It made me aware of every nerve ending in my body.

His gaze wandered down to my exposed breasts, one of my best assets. I worked out enough to keep them firm and perky although they were not the biggest of boobs it hasn’t stopped me from receiving plenty of compliments.

His hands skimmed over the skin with the back of his fingers but then he took me fully into his hands. Gently caressing the bulge at the same time as squeezing my already hardened nipples between the creases of his fingers.

I continued dancing for him, slow and seductive.