Andrea Heston walked into the thriving club and stopped some distances away from the crowded dance floor with a sexy pose that could make heads turn her way twice. She was slim with an hour glass figure that made men drool which was mostly achieved from waist trainers and consistent hitting the gym. She was tall and looked imposing, and most of all she was not only beautiful but very brilliant but cunny.
With one of her hands on her hip, she held the plastic stick of the red lollipop she had in her mouth, sucked on the ball of candy and let it out of her mouth with a pop only to hold it up beside her face as she observed the club keenly. She was looking for someone and that someone happened to be here somewhere tonight.
She noticed a guy with a piercing at the side of his brow, walking slowly towards her direction, his eyes roving her black sleeveless top and her thigh-high black skirt. "No darling...." She shook the lollipop at him. "You can't afford this..." She said huskily as she gestured up and down her body with the lollipop. "Why don't you go find someone in your class?!" She winked at him and started towards the dance floor.
She effortlessly maneuvered her way through it, avoiding bouncing hair of all colors, flailing arms and rocking asses. From the corner of her eyes, she saw one of the guys dancing towards her and without even glancing at him, she stuck out her hand to his direction, held his face with her fingers, with the center of her palm pressing down on his nose and she gently shoved his head away from her then continued through the dance floor with her eyes fixed on one destination- the bar.
When she stepped out of the dancefloor, she opened her hand and smiled at the number of wristwatches, wallets, necklaces and rings she had amassed from picking the pockets and bodies of the unsuspecting dancers then she opened her little purse and deposited them into it before she finally approached the bar.
Only a few people occupied the bar and as she reached it and leaned with hunched shoulders and with her elbows on the counter, wagging the heel of her left shoe behind her with the toe on the floor, she beamed at the busy bartender. "Hello Travis."
The bartender turned towards her direction and smiled when he saw her. "Hey, Andrea!"
"Busy tonight huh?" She glanced at the cup he was filling.
"Always busy all nights." He answered. "What's brings you to the club tonight? Haven't seen you in weeks."
"A date." She said. "I have a date with a Mr. Harish."
He gave her a knowing look. "And let me guess...you have never met him before."
She smiled sweetly. "I'm a sucker for blind dates, aren't I?" She stuck the lollipop in her mouth.
He shook his head slowly as he pushed the filled glass cup towards a customer. "You just take it easy with these blind dates..." He leaned closer and whispered. "A lot of bad men are trooping into the city like I hear."
"I can very well take care of myself." She smiled tightly and straightened up. When he pulled back to wipe the counter, she held up his wristwatch. "I believe this is yours, Travis."
He scoffed in surprised when he saw his wristwatch and he shook his head in wonder. "That's the eight time you are picking me... I wonder how you do that so stealthily that I don't even notice it's gone." He took it back from her and slipped it back on.
She helped herself on a stool and said: "Well let's just say that I'm good at what I do." She winked at him.
"Just don't go picking the wrong guys lest you get yourself in trouble." He warned warmly.
"As a matter of fact, picking the wrong guys happens to be my favorite... They seem to have a lot of things they don't need or don't care if they go missing."
"It could get you in real trouble this time, Andrea."
"I have been arrested fourteen times. How worse could it get?" She said, unfazed.
Travis shrugged and started attending to another customer. "You do never listen...so...who's this Harish guy you are looking for?"
"He's actually a man in his early forties and I heard he will be conducting a form of business in the club tonight..." Then she mouthed to him, her hands covering both sides of her mouth. "In the back den."
Travis warily glanced around then leaned close and muttered. "You know you are not allowed in there! That's where all the bad stuff goes on and besides, I heard a mafia Lord is coming in tonight. You sure can't been seen around the back den, Andrea! It's dangerous."
"That's my surname! Dangerous! Why do you think I'm called the black Sphinx? It's not the first time I'm actually sneaking into the back den, so chillax, dude."
"But tonight is different, don't you get it?!" He insisted.
Andrea smiled. "You worry yourself too much. Now where can I find Dean? If anyone can get me who I'm looking for, it's him."
"Oh, that sneaky weasel!" Travis said in distaste. "I wonder why you keep up with him, anyway?"
"If Dean isn't a weasel then he wouldn't be so good at what he does."
"Like screwing the boss' wife?"
Andrea chuckled in surprise, her eyes going wide as she punched the air in front of her and said, "Shit! That bastard really did get into her pants after all!"
Travis stared at her in confusion when a voice said: "Yea and you owe me ten bucks!"
They both turned their heads to see Dean, a medium height Mexican walking towards them with his palm held out towards Andrea. Travis glanced from Dean to Andrea. "What's going on?"
"Nothing really." Andrea said as she pulled out some money from her purse and slapped it on Dean's hand. "We had a bet that he couldn't screw the boss' wife but surely he did! No bitch can be trusted after all." She stared at Dean with new respect in her eyes.
"You two had a bet on her?!" Travis asked in disbelieve. "Are you two crazy?! That woman is forty-three years of age!"
"Hey, now watch it, Travis." Dean said, shoving the money into his pants back pocket, then sat down on an adjacent stool turning to face Andrea. "I'll screw your jolly big-ass girlfriend too if she bets on it."
Travis glared at him. "I catch you anywhere near Camille and you're gonna burn from a Molotov cocktail." He threatened.
Andrea raised her hands now. "Now, now, now... do not go there, Dean, you might have a cute little head on that shoulder of yours but Camille is my best friend and you are going nowhere near her." When Travis looked less angry and Dean had his usual indifferent look on, she began in a quiet voice. "You told me a Mr. Harish will be here tonight, where can I find him?"
"The back den." Dean whispered. "A Mr. Gambetta and a Mr. Salvatore will be meeting him there. I heard those guys are fucking rich... Master minders of shady deals...the mafia. If they have to travel thousands of miles to come discuss here in a club, then something big must be up." He whispered confidently.