Year E3029

Ocea

"Ahh," Stopper yelled, jumping away from the shower area.

He glanced at me with pain while he wiggled his hand around.

"Shocked you?" I asked with a low chuckle, shifting in my seat as I watched my blue flame in the fire pit.

"That fucking thing electrocuted me!" Stop yelled, throwing his tool to the ground. "I told Dylan not to add any of his bright ideas." He crossed his arms over his bare chest, letting out a huff. "Now look," he said, pulling his shirt from his back pocket and throwing it at the shower. "Broken."

I stood from the stump while Thomas stayed, poking the fire with a stick. Walking across the camp, I glanced into the cave and saw Becca sleeping with a glow bug in her hand, like she was in the middle of doing something.

"When will Dylan and Wyatt be back?" Stopper asked with frustration.

I glanced at the sky, seeing the sun almost on the edge of Safforia. The Nus floated in the dark side of the vast open while pink clouds surrounded it.

"Now," a voice echoed from the forest, causing Stopper and me to look at the entrance.

Dylan and Melody walked into the camp with Wyatt in their shadow. Melody skipped up to me with her hands on the straps of her backpack. Her smile quickly scrunched to a gross expression as she covered her nose.

"Oh, for the love of Queen Annora, you smell," she said, muffled with her hand over her mouth.

I rolled my eyes, glancing at Stopper. "I know," I said with attitude.

"I'm trying," Stop said with a whine. "If Dylan—"

"Oh, I got this dumbass," Dylan said, picking up the tool on the ground. "Just give me a few minutes, Ocea."

Stopper glared at Dylan, watching over his shoulder while Melody placed her bag in my hands. She unzipped it quickly and pulled out a small box.

"I found blue and red contacts for your disguise," she said, shaking the box and replacing it in the bag. "Depending on which wig you want to wear."

Mel leaned closer to me. "So, is it true?" I glanced up at her green eyes. Her pupils were small with curiosity. "You know, the chip remover."

I smiled, showing my teeth with a slight smirk. "Yep." I pointed at Thomas. "Chip free, but that stays within the group."

She scrunched her brows together. "Yeah, Wyatt told me that, too." She shook her head with an uneasy expression. "I don't think this is a great idea, keeping all the information and remover away from Chief Niven."

"My daaaddd," Wyatt said, stepping into the conversation. "Is too trustworthy. Until we know who told the MOS we were attending the yearly marriage banquet, we keep all the information we learn away from the Saviors." He pointed at Melody. "Especially the chip remover."

Melody scratched the side of her cheek, glancing at the sky. Her emerald eyes bobbed around until they paused on Wyatt. "Okay, you have a good point."

Wyatt straightened his shoulders, rubbing the stubbles on his head. "Of course."

"Fixed!" Dylan yelled, causing sunhovers in a bush to flock away into the forest, chirping with fear.

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My heels clicked on the hard floor while the red dress rode up my thigh. The floor-length mirror I walked past had me pausing and turning to peek at myself.

"I look like a slut," I said, fixing my boobs. "Perfect," I smiled with an evil grin.

"Isn't that the point?" Becca responded, walking beside me.

She leaned closer to the mirror, fixing her lipstick before brushing her hand through her beautiful blonde hair. The sage green silk dress hung low down her back, showing off her tan skin and dimples on her hips.

Becca turned to me, gripping the ends of my dress and pulling it down slightly. She smiled at me with confidence, nodding.

"We got this," she said, walking toward the double doors.

Her tall spaghetti heels clicked with every step until she stopped before the doors to spin and glance at me. I let out a long breath, tapping my fingers on my legs.

I glanced to both sides of the hallway, seeing the ceiling-to-floor windows looking down seventy floors to the dark streets below. The Moss strip club operated on the top floor, taking up most of the penthouse besides sharing with the bug bar on the other side.

My nerves were higher than usual, remembering that the Men Of Suits were on the search for me. The orange safforian man had a mission to capture me. I knew we needed to investigate the club to see if they were part of the clue, but I'd hoped I would be behind the scenes this time.

"Ocea," Becca whispered. "Stop worrying your sexy ass."

I glanced at her and then back at the mirror. The short blue wig hung before my shoulders while vast earrings dangled past, brushing my skin.

"They won't recognize you." Becca's heels loudly clicked while she rushed back to me.

"I know," I replied to her. "You are right." I paused, scrunching my face together, hoping everything went smoothly.

Becca tilted her head with a shocked expression. "You are telling me that the woman who jumps buildings, fights men, and is a total badass—" She grabbed my shoulders to shake me. "Is nervous for once?"

"It's not about being nervous. It's about being caught." I removed her hands. "The MOS has a mission to get me, and yes, being in the city sparked some nerves." I leaned closer to her. "What if the viewers in the club recognize me?" I pulled on the blue wig. "Even with this on."

Becca giggled slightly. "But it's a late night, and all those men will be high on bug smoke and drunk."

Becca had a point. With the wig and contacts, I should be able to fake it without the MOS knowing it was me.

Right?

Her hand gripped my biceps, pulling me to the doors. A blue tint illuminated through the windows. The lights below zipped by as the moons shined on the city with cloud coverage. Becca brushed the front of her dress and then glanced over at me.

"Ocea," she whispered. "Or should I say lady blueberry?"

I laughed, glancing at her. "Let's do this, golden queen," I said, clicking on the personality of a confident dancer.

Becca leaned to the side, pushing the little red button. A buzz echoed while a bulb light glowed orange.

"Welcome to Moss, the club where you can smoke, drink, and pay for a dance. How do you want your night to go?" a man's voice asked.

"We are here to make extra moon coins," I said toward the orange button.

"Ah, we are full of dancers tonight, but let me get a look at you," he responded while the light switched off.

We stood in silence for a second before we glanced at one another. Becca shrugged her shoulders in confusion.

"Should I click the button again?" she asked, pointing at it.

I bit my bottom lip, glancing over my shoulder. "I don't know. Maybe?"

Becca leaned in to click the button again, but paused when the mirror to the side opened up. A tall red safforian stepped out of the tiny opening with dark glasses on. He smirked at Becca and then brought his bug pipe to his mouth while he eyed me.

"Human and safforian," he said, letting out a puff of smoke. "Do you two have an act together?"

"Together?" Becca asked, but I stepped in front of her.

"Of course we do," I replied, straightening my shoulders and propping my boobs forward.

The safforian licked his bottom lip before biting it while he lifted his glasses onto his head. His eyes scanned my body before he leaned to the side to check out Becca's.

"Okay, given you two are top-notch sexy, I will welcome you on the private stage tonight." He snapped his fingers, causing a small blue safforian woman to race out of the mirror.

She handed over the man a tablet and took his bug pipe. The lady stood there while he clicked through his device. I glanced at her dress, seeing her nipples through the fabric.

"Do you want one?" she asked, pointing at the dress. "I have another color in the back."

"Oh," I waved my palms. "This is a new dress, so I want to show it off."

The man peeked over the tablet at me and then at his girl. He hummed to himself, making a straight expression with his lips.

"Sorrow, get her your dress," he said, placing the tablet under his armpit. "Okay, you are to go on the private stage for the rest of the night. Since you two are new, you will sign the nondisclosure agreement, and the club gets fifty percent of your tips."

"Nondisclosure agreement?" I questioned him but didn't want to be suspicious, so I added to the conversation. "And you get twenty percent of our tips."

The man smirked. "Yes, the agreement to not talk about anything within the club, and how about forty me and sixty you?"

"Don't you want new people to come into the club? Why can't we talk about the club?" Becca asked.

"It's not about the club. It's about the people you dance for." The man gripped the tablet and clicked on it before handing it to me.

"Once you two read and sign, meet me in the mirror. Also, refer to me as Boss." He walked away, stepping into the hole in the wall.

Becca waited for the reflective door to shut before leaning closer to me. "What are you thinking?"

"Well, I think this is just a club, and Stopper took us down the wrong path," I said, clicking on the tablet. "But we are here, so let's snoop around and check it off our list."

"Same," Becca replied, while I signed a fake name at the bottom of the digital form.

I handed it to Becca while I walked toward the mirror. It creaked open as I crouched down, stepping through the tiny hole. The dark room masked a red light in the corner with dresses and suits hanging on a rack. A yellow male safforian walked by me in silk underwear and no shirt. He winked at me before exiting through a curtain.

"Here you go," Sorrow handed me a sparkly silver see-through dress. "Boss wants you in this."

"Fuck no," I replied as Boss walked with heavy steps from the other side of the curtain.

His laugh echoed deep around us as he grabbed the tablet from Becca. "You will make big money tonight with my client. And he has a thing for sparkly transparent dresses."

I scrunched my brows together, unhappy with the situation. Stopper will pay for this. I reached over, grabbing the dress from Sorrow. Holding it at eye level, I saw Becca through it as she smiled awkwardly at me.

"Okay," I said, glancing around for a dressing room.

"This way." Sorrow placed her hand on my back, guiding me to a small closet.

I quickly stripped the red dress I had on and placed the new one over my head. The sparkles floated in the surrounding air, glittering my skin. Huffing out, I glanced at myself in the mirror, stripping off my bra and uncomfortably cupping my breasts. Luckily, the dress faded to a solid silver around my hips, covering my underwear.

With my fingers around my melons, I walked out of the closet. Sorrow waved for me to hurry. She grabbed Becca's arm as she pulled us through the back room. A girl sat before a mirror, doing her makeup while a male red safforian adjusted the blue wig on his head.

I smiled at the guy as he clipped a red bull ring insect to his septum. The insect opened its wings, fanning an orange pattern above his lip.

"Let's hurry you two up," Sorrow said. "The client has been waiting for you."

The guy noticed my hands over my breasts, raising a brow. He smirked at me before snatching blue sticker bugs off his table and handing them to me.

"Thank you," I whispered, following Sorrow through the backroom.

I lifted the material of my dress and placed the sticker bugs on my skin. Glancing down, I saw the bug form a star, covering my nipples.

As I smirked, Sorrow pushed me through a curtain onto a stage before I could think. The lights above glared at me while loud music played. A man in an expensive suit sat in the shadows as smoke floated around him.

"Turn around," the man's voice said as he stood from his chair and walked toward the stage.

I slowly made a circle for him as he stepped more into the light, showing his orange hair and sun-reflecting eyes. "This one is perfect, Boss," he said with a smile.

I tried to hide my shock, seeing the man that had been trying to catch me.

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