1 Prologue - Moonlight

Her lithe body was moving seductively on the dark stage illuminated by the lighting effects blending as one in harmony. It began with slow moves, splitted legs on the air then as the music beats to the chorus, she started to climb and turn around the silver pole hanging with two strong yet delicate arms.

Firm breast thrusted forward, tantalizing every man there and made them swallowed greedily. Her killer 12-inch black stiletto heels didn't prevent her from doing difficult fast-paced moves. With such a consentration on her angelic face, she slowed down when the music neared the end, with her back to the pole and dramatically hugging her legs in foetal position the music ended and the lights dimmed down.

The audience cheered and whistled, calling and shouting the three woman's name that had been dancing on the stage with exotic silver rhinestones bodysuit that showed their amazing cleavages.

The three of them stole glances at each other, exhausted yet happy. One by one, they were snatched to the tables. The man that lucky enough to have the sexy blonde haired pole dancer sitting on his lap, slipped some money in her cleavage.

"You're new here, handsome. If just by sitting on your lap I could earn that much, I wonder how much you would pay me for a night." Mia said naughtily. Grinding her backside on his hard thing, making him hissed.

"Oh Mia, but you promised me this night. I already rejected my hostess's offer for you." The other man who was sitting on her left side, pouted.

"Hmm.. Maybe the two of you could entertain me. I don't mind a little improvisation." She raised her eyebrows invitingly. The two of them gulping in unison, couldn't believe their lucks.

The other curvy red haired dancer already disappeared with a rich old man to the small paid room provided to fulfilled sexual urges. Every member in this club already had a card, they just need to swipe it and chose how many hours they need to use the room.

Clara, the brunette with that angelic face managed to ran fast enough to her changing room through the backstage door. After she changed to casual cotton shirt with a pair of denim pants and threw on an outer coat, she faced her boss.

"Here's your payment for tonight." The overweight middle-aged man carelessly thrown the money on the table. "Mr. Rodriguez was really satisfied with your performance." He grinned, showing his yellowish teeth.

She quickly snatched her salary, "Thank you, boss."

Grateful that she could pocketed more money this night for doing two rounds, surely after paying the debts and bought some groceries, it would be enough to save a little. Some of the burdens on her shoulder lifted.

It was Friday night and many people had come to hang out at the club. Mr. Rodriguez, the bulky and bald man, was one of the VIP customer and he made no secret about his interest in her. He was persistent, but she'd always ignored and rebuffed his offer.

"Off you go." Her boss said nonchalantly and she was happy to oblige.

Blue Box Club was one of the well known and luxurious night club which only rich people could afford to go and amused themselves with expensive drinks, best DJ performances, hot girls to call, especially their pole dance performance.

The dancers could choose whether they want to served the man or not. That was one of the reason why she wanted to work here as a pole dancer. If a man touched them without their consent, he could be fined. If a man sexually harassed the dancer, he would be banned from the club.

Such strict rules made Clara felt safe because she didn't want to earn money by tumbling on some rich man's bed, no matter how tempting the money she could earned. Her payment was huge enough as pole dancer and she was happy to work here.

After her shift as a waitress in a restaurant and two rounds dancing on the pole, she was exhausted enough and just wanted a good night's sleep.

The club's guard at the door greeted her, "Be careful, Ms. Clara."

"I will. Have a nice night Bill." She smiled at him. Bill had been working at the club for eight years and he was a kind hearted person beneath his vicious face. Clara was quick to befriend him since the first time she worked at BB Club.

The moonlight shyly shined the smelly alley, worn out heels clicking on the grey cement with the distant sound of barking dogs. Clara tighten her lightweight trench coat, shivering when the summer wind swept over her.

It was the old same alley she'd always take to get home, but she found the urge to grab her pepper spray even tough she knew her shabby apartment was only fifty steps ahead.

Out of nowhere, she was being grab from behind and her back slammed the red brick wall. She screamed.

"Shhh.."

Large hand closed her mouth, trapping her body with his. Clara was thrashing with all her might but the person overpowered her. Kicking legs and swinging arms ready to hit were subdued by him.

With a little light from the moon above, she saw that the tall man wore a black cap that prevented her to watch his features. Nor in her attempt to flee that she cared about that.

Deep voice whispering near her ear, "Be still or I will kill you."

A million thoughts crossed her mind on how to break free, flee, crying for help or worse, dying here alone which finally made her silent in fear.

She was being kidnapped! Such medieval ways to kidnap someone can't possibly happen in this day and age, right?

He dragged her to the waiting car, his big hand still trapping her muffled scream. The car was a fancy black one that rich people rode. Her eyes darted left and right in hope someone saw this happening. But the street was empty like a graveyard.

Another man waited beside the car door. The young blond haired man was maybe only in his early twenties but he had big and sturdy posture, she could saw his face as plain as day. He approached them with a syringe in his hand.

Still trashing a little under his captor's hard grip, Clara felt the sting on her left arm and then darkness enveloped her.