~Dangerous Love~

~Chapter one, part 1~

Katrina, or Kat as people called her was currently getting dressed for the meeting that was happening later that night. She put on a black Tshirt and a pair of jeans, her boss telling her earlier to dress casually and not in a suit. Although she thought it would be more professional in a more dressier outfit. Katrina put her belt on, having a gun strapped to her hip for just in case things got too messy. Her shirt covered it though so nobody could really see it. It was only a small pistol so it didn't look too suspicious. She pulled her brunette hair up into a small bun and put a little perfume on.

The woman finished getting ready and got into her car, driving to her boss's house to pick him up "If you don't hurry your ass up it's going to be Котлета по-киевски (chicken Kiev)." She shouted from the window, her Russian accent strong.

After around 5 minutes he walked out and got in the car. When she started driving they talked about the game plan and what was going on. She pulled into the parking lot of the club and helped him out, walking into the dimly lit building. It was lit by different colored lights and trap music was playing in the background. She followed her boss throughout the lower floor and up to the second, her boss showing the guard in front of the door a certain ticket and he let them both into the room.

The 2 men started talking with her standing tall and intimidating. Her arms were crossed as she watched them both talk. The two men mostly talked about the money, gun, and drug deals and how much everything would be, including the risks and etc. The girls they called in were attractive to say the least but not really what she'd go for.

After around a half an hour her boss turned around "Why don't you go have a dance for yourself?" He handed her a wad of cash. She hesitated for a minute before taking it, knowing he was stubborn and would make her go anyways she just took it and walked out of the room. She walked down to the main floor, going to the bar and asking for vodka cranberry. She got her drink and started walking around, one girl catching her attention.

The girl was talking to someone else, her gaze reaching Katrina's for a moment before turning back to the man. Her eyes were brown, almost black in the lighting. Her eyeliner was sharp and fox like, almost mischievous. Her outfit was glowing in the UV lighting she was in. The hot pink fishnet dress and bikini set she was wearing lit her up and it was beautiful.

He walked away and the woman walked up to Katrina
"Hey pretty~ you seem lonely over here." She brushed Katrina's arm as she approached her, getting a little close.
Katrina smiled and shrugged a bit "I was forced to come out here." She said, her Russian accent strong.
The dancer was taken aback a little "Your accents interesting, are you from Russia?" She tilted her head a little and sat down on the stool beside Kat, crossing her legs.
Kat nodded "Da, I'm here for work." She said before taking a little gulp of her drink
The woman's eyes moved from Katrina's eyes to where the bulge of money was in her pocket "Do you want a dance sweetheart~? It might be different than the clubs in Russia." She said with a slight smile.
Katrina let out a slight laugh "They are definitely different. Russias is less teasy." She said as she took a drink of her cocktail
The dancer got up and moved onto her lap facing her still "Oh really~ lets go make it less like that then~" she said, pulling the wad out of her pocket.
The way that woman was moving made Katrina want to do some things to her. All the more reason to try and get her number. And maybe drive her home with her.

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