Chapter 4 THE STRIPPER

A Caucasian chubby man was sitting on a stool, there was a glass of cold beer before him. It rested on a counter. On the opposite side of the counter was a bartender, he was cleaning the inside of a cup. There were three other people in the bar, they were drinking to their heart's content, the chubby man was the only one who had a serious look; he was the man who has driven Angelina to Marilyn's place. There was a radio at the extreme end of the counter, the man kept looking at it intently. "I hope this works," he tells himself.

"And now for the moment you have all been waiting for," The radio began playing. "The announcement for this week's lottery is out. If you are the lucky individual or individuals depending as the case may be, you might just be a millionaire..."

The chubby man's face was now really tense, he brought out the sheet of paper he kept in his trousers. He was squeezing it hard, as he hoped with every fiber of his being that it would be accurate.

"Without further ado," the voice continued. "The numbers for this week's winning ticket shall be announced, it goes like this 2 1 5 6 1 8 7 7 1 7."

The chubby man was dumbfounded, he has been looking at the ticket he has bought, it was exactly as the commentator had said.

"Calm down," he told himself. "Before I rush to check in again, let me double-check if it was what I heard."

He listens attentively as the commentator continued. "Once again, the number for this week's lottery is 2 1 5 6 1 8 7 7 1 7."

He couldn't believe it, he had the winning numbers in his right arm. Quickly, he gulped down his drink, getting up from his stool, he turned to leave.

"Lewis!" The bartender began, Lewis turned in his direction, he struggled to appear relaxed, before the bartender could talk, he quickly spoke.

"If it's about the money I am owing you," Lewis began. "I promise you, you will have it all today. I am even going to add some interest to it, you have my word."

"How long have we known each other?"

"Uhh... I don't know. I think maybe five years or so."

"Exactly, you are my friend. That's why I can't accept that money from you, I fucked up."

"What do you mean?" Lewis's face appeared more serious.

"Yesterday, I dropped by your side. I needed to collect part of the debt you were owing me, even if it was just a little portion. I met your wife."

"Don't tell me..."

"It's exactly as you thought, I fucked your wife that night. I wasn't proud of it but she came unto me, I don't mean to shatter your ego or anything but you know how I am a bartender so people tend to tell me stuff."

"Yeah," Lewis mumbles weakly as he turned away from him. He was visibly hurt, who wouldn't be.

"A lot of guys come up here and tell me stuff. Turns out your wife is sleeping with a lot of guys from this neighborhood. This morning, I heard Pa Jo talking about how good your wife is at mouthing a man's genital."

"That bitch!" Lewis bit his lower lip.

"Exactly what I said!" The bartender exclaimed before he took a more serious disposition. "I don't understand, you were never pissed when I said I fucked your wife. Why are you getting all aggressive cause Pa Jo is doing the same thing?"

"I ain't annoyed at Pa Jo, it's at my wife. Told that bitch several times I wanted us to do some of those latest sexual styles that show up on the catalogs and newspapers, she always told me that it was against her upbringing, and she couldn't bear to perform such atrocities."

"That bitch!" The bartender exclaimed out of annoyance.

"Exactly what I said!" Lewis exclaimed before he adopts a sterner expression. "Thanks for telling me about this, man. I know what I am going to do next."

"Hope you aren't pissed at me or anything?"

"It's alright, Kevin," Lewis turned away from him. "Both of us go way back, I know you didn't intentionally want to do this to me, I am gonna let bygones be bygones. Don't beat yourself up about it."

"Gee, thanks."

Briskly, Lewis turned away from the counter, he opened the door as he made his way out. He would soon become a millionaire, not even the news of his wife being the community slut was going to ruin that for him.

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A short woman of about 4'11 was whistling merrily, she was ironing a gown with a coal iron. She lived in a small cottage that had just three bedrooms. She had blonde hair, dark brown eyes, and Caucasian skin. She would have been a plain woman if it wasn't for her massive boobs.

The front door suddenly gave way, and Lewis ran inside excitedly.

The woman turned at Lewis, she was his wife. Her husband had only been happy like that once. That was the time when they were having good sex consistently. Even though she and her husband hadn't been on good terms for a while, she couldn't help but be curious about what could be making him so excited.

"Darling," she begins, removing the coal iron from the cloth, she turns in his direction. "What's the news? Why are you so happy?"

"You aren't gonna believe it, I just won the lottery!" he says gleefully at her. "Start packing your clothes, you are going out."

Cheery smiles surfaced on the woman's face. "Ooh Lewey," she began. "Where are we going to? Should we go to Washington or Paris, I heard magic happens there, and one can't certainly beat those sights."

"I don't know," Lewis's tone had become more grave. "Just pack your things out of my house. I don't ever want to see you here anyone, you lying broad."

"Honey," the woman puts her hand to her chest. "How can you say such blasphemous words?"

"I have had it with your hypocrisy. Do you think I am so stupid that I am oblivious to what's going on!" Lewis was flaring up. "I hear little boys gossip about me in the streets! They talk about how my wife constantly whores about in the city, fraternizing with both the married and the single lot, I have had it with this embarrassment! I have become a laughing stock amongst my friends because of you. I can't deny it, you have been of help to me. That's the only reason why I shall not inform your parents of your unruly behavior! Trust me, if you ever come by my house again, I am going to personally ensure I bring about your ruin!!"

With that, Lewis turned away from her and left the house. The woman was left in a state of shock, she hadn't expected that turn of events.

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Angelina had been going to different pubs and bars, she was familiar with the human mind. Most criminals, in order to stay stable, and not become crazy even after performing heinous acts needed an outlet. And most of them usually find their outlets at pubs and bars, there, they told their worst deeds. Of course, it was usually when they were drunk, and most low-bottom criminals would drink to stupor, this, in turn, would fuck their memories so bad that they would forget that they have told crucial information to those bartenders. Unfortunately for Angelina, she hadn't had much luck as most of these bartenders didn't know anything about those names; Rob-1 and Bobby.

Also, she had been unable to get across with Linda. It was if the woman had mysteriously disappeared. None of her contacts could provide any information about the woman for her. Every trail on Linda was blank.

Dejectedly, Angelina sat down on a stool, directly opposite a counter, she brought her watch to her area of sight. It was past seven pm. "This isn't going well," she thought to herself. "I can't send a message to ask where the location is, Rob might become suspicious, and that would put me back at base zero. I have to be careful, something should turn up."

Not too far from where Angelina sat, there was a stripper who had been dancing in the club for a while. Her phone began buzzing, she came to an abrupt stop. Several unhappy grumbles were coming from the crowd of guys who were watching her. She didn't care for what they said, she made her way over to the bartender. "Kevin," she starts. "This will be the end of my shift, tell Merry to cover for me. She better be careful, this place is crawling with horndogs." With that, she walked away.

Angelina sized her up, they were about the same height.

"That girl," The bartender tried to suppress his annoyance. "Hanging out with the bad crowd will be the end of her. I wonder why the police haven't taken Rob and his wannabe gang out of these streets, I blame it on those selfish politicians."

That was all Angelina needed to hear, as fast as she could. She dropped some wad of cash on the counter, she stood up.

"Are you leaving?" The bartender asks. "I haven't even offered you anything."

"Don't worry about it, I enjoyed the service, you are a good listener," Angelina says with a sweet smile as she quickly hurried away.

She found the girl outside, she was dressed in a short skimpy dress one would think she was a hooker.

Angelina brought out her notepad from her bag, she began to jot on it while making sure she was carefully observing the stripper.

A few cars stopped in front of the stripper, none of them were taxis and each of the drivers thought she was some sort of hooker. She turned their advances down, she was getting annoyed the more she waited outside, and saw no taxi approaching.

Eventually, she gave up and began walking while grumbling to herself.

Angelina discreetly tailed her from behind, several times, she would look back but Angelina was no noob at tailing people.

She would predict when the hooker would turn back beforehand, and hide in inconspicuous spots.

After 20 minutes of playing hide and seek, the stripper finally stopped in front of a warehouse.

"Those shitheads have no class!" The stripper said at the top of her voice, she took a cigarette from her bag and took a long hard drag. "The pay better be worth it!"

With that, she dropped the cigarette to the ground, she stepped on it with her right foot; extinguishing the flames. She walked over to the front door and knocked.

After a few minutes, someone on the other end came, and opened the door. It was a tall black man, his dreads were fallen and he had an unkempt beard and over-bloated lips.

"Hey, sugar!" He looked like an idiot. "How about you give me some sugar?" He brought his lips closer but the woman pushed him away.

"Get those disgusting lips away from me, they look like they infected with rabies or something."

"Marvin!" A taller man said from inside the building, he was walking towards them. "What did I tell you? No fraternizing with the hookers..."

"Watch your mouth!" The stripper said indignantly. "I will have you know, I am not a hooker. I am a social worker engaged in entertainment and body relaxation."

"That's basically what a hooker is," He answered her without turning in her direction. "Besides, y'all know I brought this girl for Bobby."

"But boss," Came the voice of a shorter man, there were two other men beside him. "Bobby isn't here yet, let's have some fun with the broad before he comes."

"Heeey!" The stripper says aloud. "That's not why I am here."

"I don't know if you've noticed," the boss had a grave expression as he turned at the stripper. "But the moment you walked in here, you lost every right you might have thought you stupidly had. If you dare disobey one of my orders, I will torture you in the worst way imaginable."

The stripper kept her mouth shut but she didn't appear afraid, there was a smile on the corner of her lip. It was almost as if everything happening was staged.

Angelina was hiding behind a bin not too far from the warehouse, she had begun analyzing them. The boss appeared to be Rob, he could be stern at times. For him to have told Bobby that he could come anytime he wants, it meant Rob and Bobby were quite close. She turned to the other men who were around, she knew the one who answered the stripper was a junkie, one who spent most of his time smoking and performing several acts that would inflict body harm. The stripper was a masochist, that much was certain. She knew from what Kevin (the bartender) said that this wasn't the stripper's first rodeo. She had left the bar many times to visit Rob and his gang. What they were doing at the door had to be a rehearsal of some sort. Rob and his gang must be into some sort of raw and kinky orgy. What the stripper was doing before she knocked was some sort of foreplay to get her into her role.

"You are right, Mark," Rob grins as he dragged the stripper into the building. "Marvin, close the door. Don't open it when Bobby comes, he doesn't need to know what we did."

"Stop it!" The stripper began in a high-pitched voice. "You are going to turn my pussy sour-red."

The remaining men who were in the building had removed their clothes. The interior of the building was full of crates lined up against each other, and a few items of furniture were scattered around.

The men didn't seem to mind, they ravaged the stripper's sexy body. At first, the stripper had begun with pretense screams of help, before later, it was changed to high-pitched moans.

Angelina watched everything that was going on from the window, it was a nasty thing to see.

Marvin watched the stripper getting fucked, he had a scowl on his face, he was unhappy that he was the one stuck with door duty.

"The men seem occupied with the woman, that's my silver lining. I will use this opportunity to sneak up on Marvin, capture him, and make him cough out the identity of the boss, and the involvement of my brother and me in all this. If I am discreet enough, the others wouldn't even know that I was here," Angelina thought to herself, bringing out her bag, she removed removed a pin from it. Briskly, she pushed the pin towards the edge of the window, she worked as patiently and as diligently as she could. Within moments, the window slid open almost soundlessly. Angelina grinned to herself as she quickly opened it.

Carefully, she entered the building, she landed on the ground, nearly silently.

The men who were ravaging the woman didn't seem to notice. They were much too focused on the amount of ecstasy they were getting at the moment. As careful as she could, Angelina tip-toed towards Marvin's position. There was an obvious erection showing from Marvin's trousers, she could use that to her advantage.

Angelina had gotten into a dark corner, where she was sure that only Marvin would be able to see her and not the rest of the men.

"Marvin took quite the dose of marijuana, he's currently exhibiting the most obvious symptoms, he has red eyes, poor muscle coordination, delayed reaction time, and unstable mood swings. If he saw me, he would think it's part of the effect of the marijuana, and probably come towards me without actually reasoning that I might be an intruder," Angelina thought to herself, taking a sensual pose, she whistled in Marvin's direction.

Marvin turned towards the voice where he was hearing the whistle from, his erection got even harder when his eyes fell on Angelina.

Like metal to a magnet, Marvin began to walk slowly towards her.

Angelina grinned at herself, her plan was working. She flirtily walked backward while motioning with her middle finger that he should come closer.

Marvin couldn't hold it anymore, he dashed towards her lustfully. Angelina expecting that quickly moved to her left while he was about to approach her position. With all the energy she could muster, she bashed a crate against his head.

Marvin was dazed, Angelina either hadn't thought about what would happen or she made a wrong prediction as immediately he was hit.

He fell against a stack of crates causing the crates to fall to the ground with a loud sound.

KRAAAANNNG!

"I didn't think of that," Angelina mutters to herself. "I won't make that mistake twice. Rob seemed like the cautious type, he will stop what he's doing and order his boys to check it out."

"Stop!" Rob said with a tone of authority, he stood to his full height. The remaining three men who were banging the stripper stood to their full height.

The stripper had passed out, she was lying unconscious on the ground.

"What's the matter, boss?" Mark asked as he got to his feet.

"Marvin is not at his post," Rob had put on his trousers. "And one of the lines of crates we arranged earlier today has fallen. Someone is here with us."

"Come on, boss," another of the men who were there began. "Don't be paranoid. It's Marvin, he's always high. Dumb idiot just probably fell upon some crates, it's nothing new."

"I know Marvin, he wouldn't leave his post for no good reason," Rob turned to the rest of them, he had a grave expression, if looks could kill. Rob would be the only man alive in that building. "Also, I don't remember Marvin being a man who disobeys my orders, and last I checked, neither are the rest of you. I won't repeat myself, check it out!"

"Sure thing, boss," Mark answered. He and the rest of the boys had put on their clothes. Grudgingly, they moved towards the place where the crates had fallen. Marko motioned for the two men who were behind him to check it out, they moved forward and saw Marvin's unconscious body, he was snoring loudly.

"See boss," Mark said, turning in Rob's direction. "I was right, the idiot had just passed out. He probably had too much Marley today."

Just as he has spoken, a figure suddenly dropped from another stack of crates that was located adjacent to the men, the figure was carrying two crates. It bashed the crates it was carrying against the head of the two men, they slumped to the ground immediately. Rob was alert as he could see the figure. Mark heard the sound, he lazily turned behind him to investigate but before he could make a full turn. The figure bashed a crate against his pale-looking head; causing him to fall unconscious instantly.

Rob glared at the figure, standing about twelve meters from his position was Angelina Honks, her handbag draped across her left shoulder. She looked serious and quite scary.