4. Messiah

Killing pays well. And in this city, if you have the money to throw away – as I often do – then you go to the one place where it buys the right kind of entertainment. The Gold Club sits just at the edge of poverty and the streets where the elite run their businesses. It is a nondescript building that looks like a regular restaurant from the outside. Inside, it is a sin castle. And it is in a prime location for the top dogs to go and get their dicks hard, and usually wet, on their lunch hour.

I am not in a big habit of buying pussy. But at the Gold Club there is a standard that is upheld to make sure – to some degree – that the trashiest of hookers aren't spreading god knows what diseases to the men who actually could afford the healthcare to fix them. I give a nod to Bailey at the door and make my way down a pink lit hallway. The sound of music grows louder as I get closer to the door at the end. When I open it, I am met with the overwhelming scent of cigarette and vape smoke, sweaty bodies, and a miasma of different body sprays. It is the slow time between opening and lunch hour so there aren't many people around.

One girl is dancing up on stage wearing nothing but gold tassels and thigh high boots. I pause for a moment to watch her as she flips herself upside down on the pole. Her boobs jiggle a bit as she twirls, and I like the way her hips have just enough meat on them to grip. She might be today's lucky winner.

Making my way around the edge of the room, I move to one of the booths tucked into a darker corner where I can sit and debate which one of these women I want to shove my cock in. Since I have some free time today, I consider getting a full show before paying a little extra for one of these girls to worship my rod and let the Messiah bring them to salvation. My dick gets stiff just thinking about it. I take note of what women are on the clock. I am here often enough that I know most of them by name – well, their stage names.

Timber is the one on the pole, but she uses a bit too much teeth for the price she charges. Oakleigh is moving near the bar. She is alright, a good option if there is nothing else around. There is Angel slinking along the edge of the room like usual. I have never seen her get friendly with anyone else. Chances are, she is the kind of girl that works here because other options were slim to none. She has the prettiest face of the lot. Ever since I first noticed her, she has caught my eye whenever we are in a room together.

She is wearing a shitty blonde wig. It is a straight bob that brushes the top of her freckled shoulders. Over the last few months seeing her here, I notice she has been getting thinner. She wasn't very big to begin with, and now she is starting to look garish. Maybe it is just the color of the lights in this place. Unlike the other women floating around, she has on a bodysuit that covers most of her assets. A plunging neckline gives a peek at her breasts. I can see the shadow of ribs starting to appear in the slits on her sides. Guessing by her standoffish personality, she probably doesn't make much during her shifts. Feeling generous, I watch as she heads in my direction. If she is better than Toothy-Timber, I'll give her a big enough tip to buy some food.

"Hey," I call as she walks past.

She freezes, her body going tense as she turns to me. She doesn't even attempt to smile. Her pale eyes are lined with black and the glitter streaked on her face does nothing to hide the hollow look in her cheeks. Maybe she is on some sort of drug. If that were the case, why does Kevin have her working here? He is finicky about his girls given the clientele that he serves.

"What do you want?" she asks.

I smirk as I sit up straighter, tucking my hands into my hoodie. "First, you can get me a drink. Jack and Coke. No ice."

Her eyes scan over me, as if she is trying to accumulate an insult for every inch of me. Yeah, I don't look like her usual customers. Then again, she doesn't look like my usual girls. Without a word, she turns on her heel and heads toward the bar.

Icey. Then again, I got a special formula that could warm her up from the inside out.

She comes back with a single glass in her hand that she sets down without any other words. As she turns to leave, I tap my fingers against the sticky table. I know better than to grab a girl in here. Garcia – the bouncer – might be familiar with me, but it won't stop him from throwing me out on my ass if I get too handsy.

"What?" she gripes.

"Not very friendly are you?" I comment.

I tilt my head down as I look up at her. I have pretty eyes – as many women have stated before. Maybe there is just enough light for her to see them.

"Not really," she sighs, brushing against some water droplets that fell on the front of her clothes.

"Why not sit down for a bit, Angel?" I suggest.

"I am working."

"Not very busy right now."

"I don't want to sit down, okay?"

She crosses her arms over her chest and I pause for a moment to take her in. She isn't like the other girls around here. It makes me want to head to the back and see why it is that Kevin even hired a girl like this. What is the endgame? Unless he is the one fucking her and he just lets her roam around to occupy her time. If so, she really needs to find a new hobby.

"Well, thanks for the drink," I snark, sliding the glass toward me.

Giving a single nod, she turns and walks away. I watch her as she leaves. Even as skinny as she is, her hips still sway in a sensual way as she moves. The dim lights hide her figure enough to make me imagine what she would be like if she took that stupid wig off and ate a few more hearty meals.

Since Angel is a no go, I finish my drink and smile across the room at Oakleigh. I did come here with a purpose after all.