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Story rating may be considered as Rated MA for Mature Audience. Warnings may or may not be given on the start of a chapter whenever there's a scene not suitable for readers below 16-18 years old. •﹏•

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ACT 1

The wide and rather large living room was filled with various noises as a redheaded female switched from one channel to another, finding nothing suitable to fit her need for some entertainment.

Katarina Du Couteau is completely bored out of her mind. She thought about going out to a nightclub to look for a chick she could bring home and bang, but she's too lazy right now. Everything she wanted, it's given to her. Money is nothing but for her and her siblings to usually burn.

With their father as one of the high ranking generals in the military, she has nothing to worry about. In fact, she could snap a finger now and a maid, or maybe a butler, will practically appear and ask her what she may want or need.

The rich life is becoming so boring for her. Being rich, she has no trouble picking up girls. Yes, she prefers chicks, not dicks. Just by telling them that she has a sports bike and has tons of cash, they're all practically throwing themselves at her.

Sometimes, money is all she needs. Well, right now, she needs entertainment.

She feels like she's going to go mad if she stays in the mansion for another night. Usually, she stays out late to either drink, party and have sex with a girl she just met, only coming back home at the morning to get some decent sleep.

The sound of footsteps reached her ears, so she muted the large television and turned her head to the entrance of the living room, where she spotted her adoptive brother, Talon, checking to see if he has everything he may need.

"Hey," She called out, waving the remote lazily. "Where are you going?"

"It's Friday." Talon said, his reply sounding a tad bit senseless.

But, it isn't really senseless to Katarina OR their other sibling, Cassiopeia, who had just walked in from the alternate entrance connected to another hall.

"You're going to that strip club again?" Cassiopeia asked, taking a sip from the glass of water she's currently holding.

"As usual." Was the reply of their only brother.

"Wait a minute, what strip club?" Katarina questioned, not really knowing what her siblings are talking about.

Cassiopeia wanted to scoff at Katarina's clueless self to mock her, but she just decided to answer the question properly. "Talon here is going to this fancy strip club where the requirement to get in is to have money to throw away and a high status in society."

"Something like that actually exists?"

"Yes," Talon sighed, wanting to leave already. "If you want, you can come with me to see for yourself."

It was a sarcastic invitation, the three of them knows that, but Katarina took the bait. After all, she has nothing to do, and she does have time and money to put to waste, so why not?

"Yeah, sure. Give me a minute and I'll get myself ready."

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Much to her protests, she and her brother ended up using his sports car, since he said that it would be easier. That, and he threatened not to bring her to the place she became curious about. During the drive to the designated location, Talon explained to her the rules and regulations at the club.

Apparently, in that club, she can't touch any of the dancers or else she'll get kicked out before she could even blink. She also can't casually socialize with any of the dancers, since the club prohibits such act. All she can do there is just watch some girl dance seducingly, and that's it.

Talon mentioned a certain reminder as well. Dancers can touch them, and by touch, he mostly means that the dancers can grind against them. The only bright side here is that, not only can she ogle at any girl anytime, she can also request for a lap dance from a specific dancer she may have her eyes on. Under a price, that is.

"Strip clubs are clubs that actually torture you with sex, so why do you go to one every Friday?" She asked her brother.

"The shows are quite entertaining."

"Go watch porn in the Internet." She joked, snickering at her own words.

Talon rolled his eyes at her. "You'll see what I mean when we get there."

Katarina was fiddling with Talon's newly-installed radio when they had arrived at the club. Once the car was parked at the basement parking Katarina didn't expect to find, Talon practically threw her out of his car, since she was probably close into reprogramming, or maybe breaking, the new console.

"I'm surprised already."

"How so?" Talon led her to one side of the parking area, where she spotted three elevators.

"This is the first strip club I've seen that has a basement parking lot." She said, eyes glancing at the other expensive vehicles parked around them.

Talon honestly doesn't know if her answer's actually serious or sarcastic. He didn't bother asking her to clarify it though, since the elevator they chose already opened. They stepped inside, and Katarina can't seem to let the fact go that the elevator looks like something you usually see in five-star hotels.

"Are you sure we're at a strip club?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Talon muttered. "When Cassiopeia said that 'fancy' earlier, she actually means it."

"Oh, I'm really curious now."

It's true though. Katarina's curiosity grew each passing second. If what Talon claims is true, then she must be in for a surprise. A clear ding! echoed in the elevator, while the doors in front of them slid open. As she and Talon stepped out, her eyes instantly took in the surroundings.

The music isn't as loud and deafening as the usual clubs and dozens of circular platforms can be seen located all over the area, steel poles planted on the center of said platforms. There are also tables that looked like it came from a prestigious restaurant, a long and classy bar at one side of the wide room and various dancers that mingled around with the clients that are already present and seated either at the bar or at the tables.

Talon glanced at his wristwatch. "We still have a few minutes until Free Time ends."

"Free Time?"

Her brother began to direct her to the bar. "Free Time is where a few dancers roam around to give free private shows and lap dances."

"I thought you said you have to pay to get a lap dance." She said, looking at Talon with confusion.

"You DO have to pay. Like I said, this is what they call 'Free Time'. I'm sure you can see," Talon nodded his head to a few dancers dressed in normal but revealing clothes. "There's nothing special about them."

"There's another 'Time' then?"

They finally arrived at the bar, so Talon asked two of his usual order before turning back to Katarina to continue their conversation.

"Yes. Later on, after a few shows, it will be 'Special Time'."

"What's the difference?" She asked, not really seeing any differences whatsoever.

"Special Time is where the high-end dancers go around...-!"

"To give lap dances and private shows?" She completed for him.

"Yes, under additional payment, that is."

"Then, why not settle for Free Time? Don't get me wrong, since I have a lot of money with me, but the logic just doesn't make any sense."

Talon smirked. "Trust me, Kata. You'll see once Free Time is over."

"Well, you've explained Free Time and Special Time." Katarina turned to the bar and grabbed the drink the bartender served them just a second ago. "What about the shows? What's so special about them?"

"The usual shows you see in strip clubs." Talon shrugged half-heartedly. "They strip-tease, dance on stage and grind against a pole."

"This is going to be boring." Katarina muttered.

"Oh, and the dancers in the shows are the ones that will be roaming around during Special Time."

"Are the dancers even worth the price?"

"That's for you to decide."

Katarina decided to leave it at that. She's going to have to trust her brother's judgment in this one. All she can do now is wait for the shows to start, then end, and finally get to Special Time. Maybe she'll see a dancer she might like.

Who knows, right?

Just like what Talon had guaranteed, Free Time ended after at least five minutes of doing nothing but drinking light drinks and looking around the hotel-like strip club. The music in the speakers connected around the room lowered its volume before an announcer spoke up.

"The show will be starting in three minutes."

"Hey, Tal!"

Katarina, who had just finished her first drink, turned to the direction of the caller, responding to the call in spite of the fact that it's her brother that was called. She found a pink haired female approaching them, a grin on her tattooed face.

"I knew you'd be here tonight." The pinkette said, leaning on the bar as she conversed with them.

"Katarina," Talon spoke, gesturing at the newcomer. "This is Vi, she's one of the bouncers here."

She quirked an eyebrow. "You're a bouncer?"

"Yep!" Vi winked. "The feeling of throwing some pervert out at the curb is a nice one, I tell ya. That, and I have to make sure my girlfriend doesn't get touched by some bastard."

"Your girlfriend works here?"

"Yeah, she's one of the girls that participate in the evening shows and Special Time."

"What, you fell in love with her during one of her shows or something?" Katarina joked, not really meaning her words.

"Actually, I'm the reason why she works here." Vi looked a bit sheepish. "Anyway, gotta do my rounds during the show and Special Time, so been nice talking to ya!"

She and Talon nodded their heads at Vi, who waved at them goodbye before leaving and doing what she had just said.

"Did you actually befriend the bouncer to not get kicked out?" Katarina teased, lightly elbowing her brother's arm.

Talon scoffed. "Of course not. Vi and I became friends because I helped her kick out two guys that tried touching one of the Special Time dancers."

"Sure, whatever you say."

The lights around them dimmed significantly and five spotlights lit up and highlighted the runway-like stage, which is where the dancers will be performing. Katarina ordered another drink before turning her attention to the stage, perching her elbows on the bar and leaning back.

A song began to play in a low volume, while the announcer from before spoke up again.

"Alright, everyone! Are you all ready?"

The man hollered and cheered, and Katarina couldn't help but roll her eyes at their shouts of excitement.

"I hope all of you haven't been doing anything bad, for the Sheriff is in town!"

The song increased its volume as soon as a dancer stepped out from backstage and onto the very stage itself. She has dark hair with violet tints, turquoise eyes and a beautiful body that clearly suited the skimpy police outfit she wore. What hid her identity is the simple black mask that covered her eyes.

The dancer strutted down the runway, twirling a pink fuzzy handcuff around a finger of hers. It's like the more she twirled it, the more the crowd went crazy for her.

"That's Vi's girlfriend!" Talon shouted from beside her due to the loud music.

"I can see why she took up the bouncer role!" Katarina laughed, seeing the men practically go wild, especially when the 'Sheriff' began to strip and discarded the clothes that offered not much coverage.

Katarina didn't take much interest on Vi's girlfriend, so she settled in just indulging at the drinks the bar offered. She is, after all, slipping all the payment to her brother's tab for the sake of irking him.

After three, or was it four? Katarina didn't really notice. All she knows is that Talon informed her that next performance number is the last one for the night, and after that, Special Time can roll in. Turning away from the bar, she faced the stage again. It's better than drinking more lightweight beverages.

A slow song began to play and a new masked dancer stepped into view. Katarina froze on her stool as soon as she saw the next performer, the voice of the announcer becoming mute to her ears in that very moment.

First thing her eyes audited were the long pair of legs that looks like it could go on for miles on end. Next to catch her eye was the sexy body that can literally rock anyone's world and sway anyone's resolve. Finally, she reached the face area and she found herself completely and intently focused at a pair of eyes as blue as the sky but looks as cold as ice, heavenly white tresses flowing over her shoulders and red lips that looked so tempting to just ravish senselessly.

Unfortunately, a white mask prevented her from seeing the whole face of the dancer, and Katarina found herself irritated at it.

"Hey!" She nudged Talon on the arm, not taking her eyes off the. "What's with the mask?"

"The ones who perform in evenings hide their identities!" Talon answered through the music. "It's part of their contract with the owner of the club!"

Katarina didn't bother in asking any more questions, wanting to focus her undivided attention to the current dancer onstage.

The white haired sex goddess wore an outfit that Katarina assumed is leaning on the Victorian era category. A very provocative kind, if one could say her opinion. Once the beauty started to remove her costume, the men went nuts.

Katarina's eyes never left the performer. It only trailed over all the pale skin the entrancing dancer revealed with each piece of clothing that was removed. Every time the stripper discarded a part of her outfit, Katarina felt like she's actually undressing the dancer herself. No sooner than later, the dancer was left in nothing but white stockings, and a matching pair of ivory lingerie that complimented her appearance tremendously.

As the barely-covered female began to swing around and grind against the pole, Katarina couldn't bear to look away. She could only wish that she could take the pole's place, seeing as how that soft-looking skin grazed against it.

Oh, she could only wish.

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And her wish shall be granted!

Katarina recalled everything Talon told her about Special Time.

'Hmm...'

Maybe the Special Time dancers will be worth the price after all, especially when it comes to one certain stripper.

Katarina couldn't wait to get a private show of the sex goddess, knowing it would be torture, and at the same time, pleasurable, for her.

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Author's Note: Okay, I showed this chapter first to two readers, one from Wattpad and one from Fanfiction. I started to think and ended up in deciding on just uploading this officially. :D

Although, I'll only be continuing this once I finish "Million Reasons", so consider this a teaser. ;)

Once I complete that story, I'll go straight ahead on working with this one. :)

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