Chapter 4: Jenny

Jenny dropped one of her two remaining belts, its buckle clinking against the floor as she ran her hands over her body. She watched the men and women in the bar as she danced, looking for her next payday. A man sat at the bar, watching her out of the corner of his eye. His clothes were heavy fabric concealing anything he wore under them.

Maybe, his clothes are well made. Looks like a professional, security maybe.

The kid in front of her was calling out again. He was dressed richly for this part of town. She gave him a smile as she removed another belt and gently tossed it to the floor of the stage in front of him. He grabbed it and turned, starting to run. She scowled and watched as two men standing behind him grabbed the boy, returning the belt they gave a nod to Jenny before escorting the boy out. He’s in for a bad night.

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She had friends here, they would rough up people who tried to mess with her and she would drop them information tips in return.

The back room opened as she was removing the last belt from her chest, slowly she slid the belt over her breasts as she watched Electa walk out and wave to her. Her fake smile turned into a real one as she waved the belt at Electa. The girl moved through the crowd like a dancer, Electa prided herself on her fighting skills and even if she didn’t realize, it transferred to the fluid way she moved. Electa was oblivious as men turned to watch her walk past them. Jenny was a little jealous, she was dancing naked on a stage and still men turned to watch Electa walk out. Not that she could blame them, Electa was stunning. She had flawless skin and her body was toned from fighting. If the slim waist, firm ass and high breasts weren't enough, her hair and eyes would stop anyone dead. Electa had long snow white hair and bright blue eyes, they even seemed to glow tonight. If it weren’t for the perpetual hostility on Electa’s face she would have been swarmed by men, Jenny could only shake her head at the thought. Squatting down she picked up a bottle of oil and began spreading it across her skin, the man at the counter was now watching her directly.

He’ll have to do.

With her target for the night selected Jenny danced till the end of the song before collecting her belts, tossing her jacket back on and heading towards the man.