Bounty

Chapter 6
Stripped for info
Cassandra Sanchez was not very hard to find once Alexa found the club that she worked in. The bounty hunter had walked in and had instantly been bombarded by the smell of stiff drinks, cigarettes and sex. Two of those she had no problem with, but the smoke made her eyes burn so she had to squint to see the perverts getting lap dances from the scantly clad workers of this place of business. There were three stages to one side of the club. The two on either side held two poles and a girl on each one, sliding up and down the greasy shaft with ease that a Fire fighter would kill for. The one pole on the center stage was presently deserted but Alexa guessed it would only be a matter of time before the “main event” would be up there strutting her stuff for these sex deprived men. And she was willing to bet the farm that the “main event” was none other that Cassandra Sanchez herself.
In the mean time she guessed there was nothing else to do but lay low in here. She figured that a drink would pass the time besides it was nearly nine thirty, Cassandra should be up any minute.
Alexa positioned herself at the bar and waited for the busty bartender to stroll over. Another had sent her when the one on duty spotted Alexa at the bar and pointed her out to this one. She guessed that she was the one who “specialized” with the women. The women who came in here, who didn’t work here, where either interested in a job or wanted one of the girls who were to “service” her. And since Alexa was neither of these two this bartender had no idea what to expect.
“What you want?” she spoke in hastened broken Spanish leaning over the bar giving Alexa a full view of her cleavage. Her smoky brown eyes spoke volumes and the bounty hunter rose a brow.
“Um…can I get a whiskey straight?” she asked in fluent Spanish, accenting on the word “straight” to try and give the woman a hint, but of course being the one who “specialized” in women she didn’t take it.
“Sure hot stuff.” She replied with a suggestive smirk and a wink before leaving to get the drink.
Alexa tried her best to ignore the comment and turned in her seat so that she was facing the center stage right as the lights went down and a fast paced Spanish speaking voice came over the PA system and announced “Every body give it up for the hottest girl in all of Mexico.”
That’s arguable.
“Cassy ‘boom-boom’ Sanchez.”
The crowd then erupted into claps and cheers, and after looking around for a bit Alexa put in a few dull claps and a half hearted “Whoo.” For good measure of course. Some sort of slow Latin based music flooded the club before the man even finished speaking and the men in the place all stopped their talking and focused on the stage. After a glance around Alexa set her gaze on the stage as well, leaning back against the bar with her elbows.
Cassy ‘boom-boom’ Sanchez sauntered out onto the stage with only a leather vest, cowboy boots, cowboy hat and a billowy skirt that only came down low enough to show that she had it on. The blood red g-string underneath was clearly visible. Not much like any of the cowboys Alexa had ever encountered, but she had only met the one. Cassy moved to the pole shedding the skirt with just a twist of her hips and a shimmy motion accompanied by her hands and gravity. The crowd again went wild and it was in that moment of cheers that the bartender came back with Alexa’s drink.
“Everybody likes her so much.” The woman said as she put the glass down. “I don’t see why, she’s not all that.”
Even in the different language Alexa detected the resentment and jealousy in the woman’s voice. She glanced to the woman long enough to give her eye contact and a nod of thanks for the drink. She picked up the drink and held it in her hand. “Well,” she downed the drink, and let out a breath through her mouth. “She is pretty enough.” Alexa motioned for another, and the woman reached over to her left and produced the tall bottle of liquor, taking a moment to pour some out for her customer before speaking again.
“She’s no prettier than any of the rest of us.” She replied. Alexa glanced at her, she was right. Cassy was no different than the rest of them. All the girls in her were pretty. “She just has a leg up.”
As it by coincidence Cassy rose a leg high above her head to show her agility at that very moment. “I see that.” Alexa replied.
“It’s that boyfriend of hers is what it is.” The woman barked.
Alexa brought her full attention to the bartender then, “She has a boyfriend?”
“Yeah.” She looked a bit suspicious, “Why?”
Alexa caught herself and willed the normality to come back into her façade. “Well I was just wondering what kind of guy would date a stripper.”
“Well a lot of guys that run with him come in here a lot. I guess they like the taboo of it all.” She answered, seeming to have fully bought Alexa’s excuse.
“You mind tellin’ me what he looks like?”
“Well have a look for yourself he’s sitting right over there.” She pointed in the direction of the stage and Alexa followed her finger to a man the man who fit the picture perfectly.
Kahil. She knew. She turned back to the bartender. “Thanks for your help.”
“…No problem?”