*Edited*

lights flashed all over the dark room, giving it some type of light. As always was at nighttime, the atmosphere was noisy and chaotic. Dancers worked the pole gracefully, while others danced sexily on the stage. Bottle girls scattered around the floor, trying to find the next man that wanted a drink and would leave a hefty tip.

Disguised as a dancer, Samia looked into the bejeweled mirror. Her face was filled with make up, enough to mask her identity, all while not messing up her skin. Taking out her braids, just for this, her hair was up in a slick ponytail. The ponytail hanging past her lingerie top. Her outfit was simple, an all white lingerie bodysuit, showing off her body, but keeping her private parts hidden. Her skin glistened with sparkles, and on her feet were seven inch high heels with glitter at the bottom.

"Angelface, your on." One of the workers said tapping the door, before exiting the room.

Nodding her head, Samia applied more lipgloss. Blowing a kiss at her appearance in the mirror, she left the vacant dressing room.

Heading towards the stage, she was stopped by the manager, Benny. Benny grabbed her arm, gently, pulling her into his office. Closing the door, he stepped to the side, allowing Samia to see the figure that resided inside.

"What are you doing in here, Sahir?" Samia asked with a raised eyebrow.

Looking at Benny, Sahir shot him a head nod, to leave the room. Benny stood there for a few seconds, before catching on.

"I'm just gonna go tell them that she's not dancing." He said as he quickly left the room.

Raising her hand up, Samia pointed one of her freshly done, red acrylics at Sahir.

"Why did he just say that I wasn't dancing?" She asked Sahir, tilting her head to the side.

Moving closer to Samia, Sahir stopped when there was only one feet of distance in between them.

"I just realized that I only want my wife dancing for me." He said shrugging his shoulders.

Eyeing his face, Samia cut her eyes at him.

"The plan was for me to get on the stage and catch Muerte's eyes. How do you expect me to catch his eyes, if I'm not dancing?" Samia questioned, crossing her arms over her chest.

"That's easy. By using your charm." Sahir said with a smirk.

Staring at Sahir with a blank face, Samia resisted the urge of rolling her eyes.

"You know during our mission in London, I didn't interfere with you when you had to seduce someone's sister, so why are you interfering in mine?" Samia asked closing the distance between them.

Looking down at Samia, Sahir eyed how her. She had looked beautiful, though he preferred her in her natural habitat.

"I stopped it because I would rather you make one man's dick hard, than every man that resides in the crowd."

Samia quickly let out a laugh.

"That is the most stupidest thing I ever heard. You knew that I was a bad bitch when you met me, now you have to deal with what comes with marrying a bad bitch." Samia said kissing his cheek, before she turned around to walk away.

Sahir quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her body back into his. His front laid perfectly against her backside, his bulge digging into between her cheeks.

"This is what you do to me." Sahir said bending down, beginning to place open mouth kisses on Samia's neck. "It's selfish of me to want to be the only man that you can make feel this way, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Tilting her head to the side more, Samia allowed Sahir more access to kiss on her neck.

Sliding his right hand to cup Samia's pussy, he smirked when he felt the dampness of her bottoms.

"I just want to be the only one that gets access to admiring your body. The only one who gets to see how you look in outfits like this. The only one. Will you allow me to be the only one, baby?" Sahir asked latching his lips around Samia's collarbone, sucking it gently.

Unknowingly closing her eyes, so that she could indulge in the pleasure she was feeling, Samia quickly opened them back up. Snatching herself away from Sahir, she turned around, pointing a finger in his face.

"You're already the only one who has access to my body, but I'm going to guess that this is a pride thing." Samia said rolling her eyes. "You suck at explaining yourself and I don't know why I always follow what you want. You better hope that I can come up with a plan fast, or it's gonna be your ass."

Leaning down, again, Sahir went to kiss Samia's lips, only to be stopped by the palm of her hand.

"My lipgloss is too poppin' to allow you to mess up and I have to go think of another plan." Samia said patting his lips twice, before walking out the door.

*

Now dressed in a v-neck with the establishments logo in rhinestones, black skinny jeans, and a pair of flip flops, Samia was ready to accomplish what she needed to do.

Walking towards the backrooms, Samia sent a smile towards the guard. Walking past him, she stood in front of the last door on the left, before she opened it.

A drugged up Muerte sat in the chair, getting a dance by a dancer named, Lola. Hearing the door close, she turned around to see who it was.

"It took you a long time, miss." Lola said before she hopped off of Muerte, quicker than the speed of lightening.

Samia laughed, "I'm sorry, girl. I was just making sure that I put your stash in your locker."

Lola squealed, before walking past Samia, stopping at the door.

"You put a good amount of that stuff in his drink, so he will talk. He was telling me his whole life story." Lola said before leaving the room.

Locking the door, Samia began to stalk towards Muerte. Anybody with eyes could tell that he was higher than life itself.

"Morty!" Samia cooed loudly in his ear, causing him to jump.

"Ma'am- I mean Madame." He spoke quietly, trying to focus his eyes on not seeing multiple of one person.

"I decided to come here to see if you truly understood the plan." Samia said in tone that she knew was exactly like Madame Sinclair's.

Muerte sat there, gazing at one spot on the wall. Snapping her fingers loudly, Samia made Muerte jump, before he turned his gaze onto her.

"I don't like saying things twice, but I will for you." Samia said walking closer to Muerte, squatting down so they could look each other in the eye. "What's your part in the plan?"

Muerte's mouth gaped open and close, before he shook his head rapidly, trying to shake himself normal.

"The plan is to-" Muerte started, telling an intrigued Samia the plan.

Nodding her head once he finished, Samia patted him on the top of his head.

"Good boy."

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This was just a filler chapter, before the craziness starts to happen.

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