Chapter 3

I awoke the next morning to my alarm buzzing and me not wanting to leave my bed. I decided to hit snooze and not take my daily run. I wanted to sleep, but instead, I was back in his file. They have reason to believe he killed his brother and my mother, but there's no way. He was 12 at the time and that could have easily been an initiation. This is information we could possibly get from the sister. She could make or break my plan.

I finally pulled myself out of bed to get dressed for the day. I decided to throw on some black leggings and a white tank that barely covered my breasts. My hair is half-up, half-down, full of waves; my natural hair texture. I slipped on a pair of white and black Nike Air Max and a waist length leather jacket. On my way out, there was a man selling hot chocolaté and tamales. I grabbed two cheese tamales and headed to Body Tap.

The club was well lit and the girls were masterpieces, all goddesses of every flavor. Maybe I do have a chance, I thought to myself. A busty redhead was coming my way with a Colgate smile. Her smile was as big ass her breasts.

"Hi, I'm Lola."

"I'm Marisol," I say coyly.

"Cassandra wants me to show you around and help you with your pole moves. This is going to be so much fun!"

"Damn Lola, let her get in the door first." A voice said from behind me.

A tall, chocolate woman appeared and the woman's beauty was regal. Her posture was perfect, with bountiful curves and hazel eyes that could put you in a trance.

"I'm Henley," She said as she stood completely naked, but her demeanor was of that of a woman walking a red carpet.

"I'm Marisol."

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

"I know, right?" Lola said as we both watched Henley walk away. "Have you thought of a stage name?" She said with her hands on her full hips.

"I thought they give you a name."

"I'm Lola off stage and on stage I'm Jessica." She said boisterously.

"Like Jessica Rabbit?" I said with a smile and her eyes light up.

"Finally, someone gets it!" She said as she pulled me into a quick embrace. "We need to get going and I need to introduce you to Giovanni and Emmanuel."

I sucked in a deep breath because little did she know, I had already met him, sucked his huge cock and tasted his come. That would be a secret I'd keep to myself, though. I couldn't show how excited and anxious it made me to see him. I followed her up the stairs to the office where I was happily mouth fucked just a day earlier.

"Hey, Giovanni. Hey, E! I'm giving Marisol here a tour before I give her her pole lessons." She said while pointing at me over her shoulder.

Giovanni didn't even look my way, but Emmanuel did. He was beautiful. Thick, black eyebrows, and a head full of black hair. Deep, chocolate eyes, a strong nose and a set of full lips. I was jealous of his full eyelashes the most, any girl would kill for them.

"Welcome, Marisol," he said in a husky voice as he drank me in with his eyes.

I noticed him briefly, but there was only one set of eyes I was concerned with and those were the green ones Giovanni possesses. The eyes that set fire to my skin and pussy with just a glance.

"Marisol sucked my cock yesterday, so we've met," he said it as if he was talking about the weather.

He flashed a wicked grin at me and Emmanuel just chuckled under his breath. I, on the other hand, stood there like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Well ok. We should get going then," Lola said nervously.

I was mortified. I hate this bastard and can't wait to take him down, but instead of feeding the beast, I formed a smile before walking away.

"I had no idea, Marisol." She said rubbing my arm.

I could use this to my advantage and I will. "I just really need this job and the money," I said with my head hung low, looking at my hands.

Lola lifted my chin with her delicate hand. "Hey, I've been there before. I used to sell my body to men before Cass found me." She said staring me in the eyes.

"Thank you for understanding, Lola," I said sweetly. She grabbed my hand and lead me to a room that imitated a dance studio with two poles.

"The first time is always hard and a little scary. Just remember they're here to see you, not the other way around. I always find the less intimidating person in the crowd and focus on them. I choose the guy who normally is overlooked because he will give anything to have you see him." She said as she rolled her hips on the pole while making eye contact with me.

The music was so low you could barely hear it, but she said that was her secret. She focuses on the words and she said she always chose songs where the lyrics made her feel sexy.

She signaled for me to join, so I removed my jacket and made my way to her. Ciara's "Body Party" began to play and I let the music take over my mind and body. I'm not losing a mission because men want to see my perfectly round ass and my soft, supple breasts. The pole became my lover and I aimed to please.

"Damn girl, you're a natural." She said and it caused me to blush.

"You're a great teacher," I said as she grabbed me a bottle of water out of the fridge.

"Let's go and get you a costume for Friday."

Lola and I headed out of the room and down the hall to an underground area full of costumes. They were all separated by color and design. I could tell there was plenty of money invested in the costumes alone.

"I think a pretty blush would be perfect for you." She said while holding the silk, blush pink lingerie set to her body.

"I'm thinking more like this," I said as I lifted the black, bandage lingerie.

It screams 'I'm bad and not to be fucked with'. Black elastic straps that made striking caged patterns. The high-waist suspenders that lead to mid-thigh garters with black panties that will only cover my pussy and my ass would be entrapped by elastic straps.

"That's fucking hot, Marisol." She said like she could imagine me in the outfit on the stage.

"Gracias."

After picking my outfit and going over my routine for the seventh time, I decided it was time to go. On the way out, I couldn't help but glance at Giovanni's door. I said my goodbyes and headed home. I couldn't believe how fucking exhausted I was. Dancers do not get enough credit. Dancing in 6-inch stilettos had my muscles sore as hell. All I want to do is eat, shower and sleep. And that's exactly what I did until my phone went off from Antonio calling me at two in the morning.

"This better be good," I said with sleep on my voice.

"I found his sister and just wanted to let you know that I'll be making my move tomorrow."

"That's nice. Now, I'm going back to sleep." I said before ending the call and drifting back to sleep.