Shit.

She was looking straight at me. I could feel her eyes boring a hole into my soul, probably trying to figure out what type of customer I was.

Well, if she was going to stare back at me then it's her loss, I'm a middle child, I'm competitive, you want a staring contest - game on jewel eyes.

She wasn't even blinking; and a smirk began to appear on her lips at my uncomfortable situation.  It started to feel a little stuffy in my leather jacket and matching black trousers as the woman continued to stare a tunnel into my head. The combat boots on my feet weighed me down, cementing me to the floor, just as those eyes held down my attention.

Did she just check me out?
I could have sworn her eyes glanced down my body and I found myself grateful that my father and uncles insisted I work out since I wouldn't be as broad or toned without the deathly training they put me through.

Deciding to take the same liberty, my own eyes glided down her curvy figure. Vast expanses of vanilla dips and valleys were on show, and the presence of oils glistened on the surface of her creamy skin.

From this distance, I could see faint markings resembling scars scattered around her figure. Those markings seemed akin to knife wounds or even glass shards.
I suppose she has had to deal with a lot of broken bottles in this line of work.

She wasn't overly voluminous. Her boobs and bum were in proportion to her roughly estimated five foot frame, but she had the most defined hourglass shape that was further accentuated by the high waist of her shorts.

Despite her assets, her form would be dwarfed next to me.

This thought made me chuckle slightly. The woman I was sent to find and report on for the crime of somehow acquiring dead bodies and selling them without giving even a slight hint of how she does it would barely make it past my shoulders if we were to stand face to face.

Suddenly, she planted her feet on the ground and then pushed off, flying a full 360 around the pole with her legs in a straddle position, mimicking a spinning boomerang.

I snapped my head to the side as her wide leg position nearly displayed her privates, and the way she squeezed her arms taut on the pole caused her breasts to be pushed together. Her feet replanted themselves beside one another with her hands grasping the pole behind her, and her entire body was now facing forward - directly towards me.

Locking eyes once more, a teasing demeanour filled her gaze as she dipped into a squat. Feet turned out, knees wide apart and back arched, she painstakingly lowered herself to the floor. Blushing, I looked away once more, but it appears she wasn't done.
Once she was in a deep squat position, she body-rolled her torso, grinding her arse against the pole and pushing her chest forward. She did this a few times before bouncing up on her four inch heels to stand facing the pole.

I could leave. I found out who was selling the bodies; my job is done. I could walk out and tell the guys to come and arrest her - but I didn't. I was too transfixed by what was in front of me to dare look away, worried that if I did, I'd miss something. I didn't have a clue as to what I'll miss apart from Jewel Eyes' breasts popping out of her bra, but my mind didn't care.

Then she did something I didn't expect as she walked towards the right edge of the stage and pressed one of her heels on the shoulder of a man sitting closest. Leaning forward, her and the man exchanged a few hushed words, resulting in him grinning and her smiling. Next thing I knew, he had his hand on her thigh and trailed his disgusting gaze towards her shorts.
I was debating whether or not I should step in, not knowing if Jewel Eyes could handle the man if he started to become pushy.

Clearly, I misread the situation as he placed his hand on her bum and slipped a money note beneath the waist band.
Jewel Eyes then spun her way back around the pole and did a series of moves that left all customers captivated.

She jumped up, gripped the pole with both legs, and lowered her torso until she was upside down. Her momentum kept her spinning round, where she then displayed lovely core strength by pulling her top half back up. No time was wasted as Jewel Eyes immediately threw her legs out and spun them around the pole in a windmill motion. Once she had made two successful turns round the pole, Jewel Eyes lowered her torso again, looped her left leg around the pole above her, and grasped her right ankle in her hand to perform a helix.

Deciding that the patrons had not ogled enough at her, she straightened her legs and positioned herself into the splits whilst still being upside down.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets at this point as there is no way someone could demonstrate a full 180 degrees with no assistance - no floor, no wall, no hands to keep her knees straight but yet she held that perfect split for a full ten seconds while making slow, sensual turns.

After that, Jewel Eyes flipped her body around so her front was facing the floor. One leg was then lifted into the air to hook around the pole, and the other pointed straight out behind her. She arched her back, lifted an arm, raised her head, and locked eyes with me yet again as she regarded me over the ends of her fingertips.

To get untangled from the pole, Jewel Eyes did two simple turns around the pole in a back hook position before settling down onto her feet.

Seemingly done with performing, Jewel Eyes stepped down from the stage and began passing through the sea of customers, brushing her breasts against some and laying a feathery touch on the chests of others.

Patrons were eager to touch her back in return, their foul fingers staying hooked on her waist long after they inserted their generous tips for her performance.

The woman then circled back on herself and walked past the end of the stage, getting closer to me as a result.

Emeralds filled my vision, but a different intention was reflected in them this time. Before, it was curiosity, then turned into jest, but now her regard was pure seduction.

Her bottom lip found its way in between her teeth, and I didn't miss the extra sway in her hips as she passed me. This swaying didn't stop until she came to a halt in front of a door next to the booth in the far back corner I hadn't noticed earlier. She turned her head and viewed me over her shoulder for a split second before disappearing through the narrow opening.

I could tell this was an invitation of sorts; one I shouldn't entertain, let alone accept.
It was due to this wisdom that I found myself downing the last of my whiskey and standing up off the stool to follow Miss Jewel Eyes.

I couldn't seem too eager in my approach, so I carefully made my way between the seats in a blasé manner, trying not to bump into the women in blue trying to serve drinks in the process.
Finally making my way to the door in only a minute, I stood bedside the entrance and contemplated actually going in.

What if I thought of a legitimate reason to follow Jewel Eyes in there? That way, I couldn't be called stupid as much because I had an excuse. Sure, I would still be called foolish for going through with it if something went wrong, but that just encouraged me to take every precaution to ensure a smooth recon mission.

I would open the door, find out where Jewel Eyes went, record her movements (whilst staying undetected) so we might be able to find a lead later or, if i can't find her, I would have gained some additional information about the building infrastructure that we might not have been privy to before as I have no clue what lays behind this door.

Confirming my plan in my head, I conducted a quick sweep of the room to see if anyone was watching me and then slipped through the mystery entrance once I concluded no one was.
I hurriedly - but silently - closed the door after I entered and only managed to note that there was a double bed against the right hand wall of the room before I felt something solid collide with the back of my head.