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I pace around the bathroom, building up courage to go back out. The beat of the music hums through the walls and the deep purple lights conceal the splotches of blood on my chest.

Marco's noticed me now and probably has so many questions.

Why am I here? What the fuck happened to me?

I line my lips with some nude lipliner in attempt to pull myself together, before eventually stepping out of the bathroom.

The club reeks of drugs, sex, and alcohol.

I can just feel the energy overwhelming my body.

I venture out into the main room before my hand is tugged and I am dragged into a small office-like room.

The door is slammed behind me.

"Marco." I say coldly, before even turning around.

He moves towards me and pins my hands together, getting a good look at the damage done on my neck.

My corset is so ripped that my tits are now almost fully exposed, but I don't try to cover them, I just continue to watch as Marco explores my body with his eyes.

He spins me around and crushes me into the wall, tracing up my arm with his bare hand. I flinch from the pain before eventually lowering all of my defences.

"Tell me what happened" He demands, staring down at the slash on my neck.

I stay silent.

From behind me, I hear footsteps and then the door slam. I don't turn around quick enough to see Marco leave, but I have a good reason why.

He's gonna try and kill the person who did this to me.

Lucky for him, he's already been dealt with.

I twist the handle to let myself out, when I realise it's been locked.

That sick fuck locked me in here.

One strong kick to the door releases my anger, but I realise that acting like this will get me nowhere, so I wait as patiently as I can for him to come back.

Time passes with leaden steps as I try my hardest not to trash the room.

When finally, after what feels like an eternity, I hear the keys jiggling in the lock outside.

He steps back into the room and his body towers over mine, making me feel powerless against him. "I see you already handled it."

I nod.

He smirks proudly, before I slightly pull him in by the tie.

"Don't lock me in here like your little plaything." I start. "You didn't even tell me where you were go-"

"Are you done?" Is all he asks before he cups my cheeks and smashes his lips to mine.

I fight him off for a minute, but the kiss sparks something inside of me, and I find myself completely submissive. My legs wrap around his body and his mouth gently kisses down my skin all the way down to my stomach... before an announcement plays on the speaker.

Tonights main event begins in 5 minutes. I repeat, tonights main event begins in 5 minutes.

"Shit." Marco mutters, breaking the kiss. He takes his hands off my ass before I raise my eyebrows and wait for him to elaborate.

"Every halloween theres a pole dancing competition. The girls dance, and the customers vote whose the best. It's stupid, but sure makes us a shit ton of money." He explains.

I smile, an idea popping into my mind.

"No." He speaks.

"What, you don't wanna see me work the pole for you?" I tease, tightening my corset.

His expression remains still.

"No, and especially not in that. I'm not having you dressed like that in front of my men." He explains.

Hearing this really pisses me off. It's halloween, for gods sake. Half the girls here are wearing even less than I am... AND MY OUTFIT IS RIPPED!

"Fine." I say, trying to get him off my back. He shoots me a look, confused as to why I didn't bite back. He knows me better than that, I always put up a good fight.

"If I see you up there, I'll punish you myself. Oh and meet me in my office later, I wanna know why you're really here." He comments before kissing my neck and slipping out of the room.

He will punish me, huh? I won't let him win that easily, I'll give him a good run for his money and do the complete OPPOSITE of what he tells me to.

God, I just love toying with him.

The sound of music playing signals that the competition has began, and I walk out of the room to see a line of girls wearing even less than me.

I join the end of the queue, happy that my performance will be last. This will play to my advantage.

Now what Marco doesn't know, is that all these years ago I used to work in a strip club for my missions. So I have a good idea on how to work the pole.

After around 7 girls complete their routines, I put in my song request and when the intro plays I get myself ready.

Slow and sexy are my specialty.

Show time.

I step up on the platform, my curves becoming visible under the red light, and position myself centre stage.

The cold metal of the pole brushes against my fingertips, before my hand grasps it firmly. I brush my side against the pole, lifting my leg to wrap around the smooth metal. I'm practically naked under this light, and I'm casting a spell, captivating the audience with my moves.

The desire and lust are clear on their faces as they mesmerise my body.

I look on into the audience, with a taunting look on my face, feeling Marco's eyes burning into me. He looks at me like he could kill me right this second.

I press my back into the pole and slowly slide my way down, spinning around to face each and every audience member. My heavy breasts are barely held together by the skimpy material I'm wearing.

My hips twist and turn like I was born for this, and I shine against the light. I bounce on my knees, swaying to the beat of the song before I stand, spreading my legs and shaking my ass to the audience.

I am used to being in charge, and having full control over things. I can see the effect my presence has on every person in the room, their faces amazed. I watch carefully as Marco's grip tightens on his glass, almost as if he's angry? What a shock.

His eyes dare to look away for even a second as I run my hands up my toned stomach. His breath catches as I drop into a split, pressing my tits against the floor.

A collective groan is heard from the audience as I lift my ass into the air and give them a little peak.

I swipe my tongue across my lips as I latch on to the pole and emerge from the floor.

The crowd erupts with applause and I can see my effect on them as I glance at each of their amazed faces. I toss my hair behind me and give Marco one more look over my shoulder.

I only get one look at his riled face before the lights shut off and mask the room in black.

That one look was enough. I won.

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