“Maybe she is waiting for all of us,” Enrique replied. Yulia’s skin prickled. She could probably fend off one man maybe even two, but not four. She hid her revulsion and gave him a smile, hoping it was just bravado, especially if he was supposed to be the guy in charge. Was he her contact?
His smile disappeared and he pointed at a door off to Yulia’s right. Without replying, she opened the door and stepped inside. She was taken aback, thinking this would be a private room. However, the space went much further back than it appeared from the outside, indeed it looked like another main room. Small circular tables were set for couples or groups in front of both sides of the door and throughout the room. Most were occupied.
A raised stage area ran along the left side of the room. The bar covered the back-right-side wall. Between them was an archway covered with a pair of burgundy velvet curtains. The intense odour of cologne and perfume added another layer to the atmosphere, and beneath that were the smells of warm bodies and alcohol. It was sleazy and exciting.
Enrique had followed Yulia inside letting the cool air accompany them.
“Well, Chica?” asked Enrique, raising his eyebrows towards the Agent.
“Is it my night of fortune?”
“Not tonight, Sir. I am too tired from my walk here.”
Code words spoken, Enrique nodded and indicated that Yulia should move through another door, into what, this time, was very much a private room, where the floor was carpeted and the chairs were high backed leather.
“Sit.” His tone was assertive and filled with brevity. She sat.
“Listen carefully. Last year the Embassy of the Motherland here in Santiago received a bomb threat. It turned out to be false, but following similar threats to our Embassies in Argentina and Brazil we had reason to believe that while there might have been no threat of an actual bombing, the calls were made as part of a larger, more sinister programme. A terrorist group called A Suffusion of Yellow claimed responsibility and last month that same group daubed its name on the front of the Embassy. We have reason to believe that the programme, whatever it is, is about to kick off, and we here in Santiago will be the first to be hit.”
Yulia listened intently and nodded appropriately, before speaking.
“I understand, and so what is my part in this?”
Enrique leaned across the table. “There is a man, his name is Valdez. He visits the club regularly and we have reason to believe that he is linked to this group, maybe even one of its leaders.”
“What reasons?” Yulia asked.
“You don’t need to know the reasons Chica, you just need to …”
Now Yulia really was listening. “Need to what?” She questioned.
“You will start working for me in this club immediately,” Enrique continued, leaving the previous sentence unfinished. The other girls will think you have been sucking my dick in here or doing whatever it took to get the job. So, they will immediately think of you as one of them.” Enrique’s grin was revolting to her, when she thought of the other girls actually sucking his dick just to get a job as a stripper!
He wasn’t actually going to ask her to suck him off … was he?
Thankfully he didn’t.
“When Valdez is next here you will dance for him in VIP room and then offer to go home with him, where you will search for evidence of his involvement, and any more information on A Suffusion of Yellow.”
“I’m not a prostitute!” Yulia was indignant.
“You are whatever the Motherland requires you to be Agent Jelic.”
Yulia closed her eyes and sighed.
“Come back tonight at 8pm. Can you dance?”
Yulia laughed, “Yes I’m trained as a dancer, but what you really mean is can I take my clothes off while I’m doing it?”
Enrique nodded.
“I guess we’ll find out tonight.” Yulia replied.
Club Kim, 11pm on Yulia’s first Night
Her shorts flew off her, revealing a skimpy white lace thong to the roar of the crowd as she seductively worked the pole, her back arched giving glimpses of her bare ass, her long, untied blonde hair fanning out as she swayed to the song.
As the music slowed, Yulia extended her body out perpendicular to the pole, her legs splitting wide before the crowd who cheered, amazed and awed at her physical strength and seductiveness as she slowly lowered herself to the stage as the song ended.
As the second song came on —The Clash’s ‘Straight To Hell’ — (It turns out that then Clash were a huge influence in Chile during the Pinochet years, when the underground rock scene exploded in Santiago) Yulia began strutting across the stage, moving her body in rhythm to the beat. She was well trained and soon discovered that lap dancing and stripping was just another form what she was trained to do.
Valdez was in tonight and he was watching her … waiting, she hoped, for her to finish.
Walking forward to a group of guys waving bills Peso bills, Yulia bent forward, pressing the cleavage formed by her breasts encased in the tight white top into the face of the front row while she slowly turned her head towards Valdez, her hips swaying to the beat of the song.
With her attention momentarily on her target, several guys took the opportunity of stuffing money into her top, while others inserted notes into her thong.
She felt like she should acknowledge them and their ‘generosity’, but tonight she just stared at Valdez, allowing the other guys to take their liberties with her as they left hands on her body just a little too long. A few of the more daring sliding their fingers down the inside of her top, to feel her breasts before Yulia pulled away.
She wanted to rile Valdez, make him feel like she was being shared around but not with him. She needed him to want her. By the look in his eyes she had succeeded!
Finally turning her attention back to the guys in front of her, Yulia slowly bent backwards to the roar of the crowd around the stage as those in the front got a nice view of her exposed crotch perfectly outlined by the snug fitting thong as she arched her back, and writhed lasciviously for the adoring audience.
At some point the lap-girls sitting on each side of Valdez disappeared, and now his attention was all on Yulia as she strutted in front of the group of guys cheering her on.
As the music throbbed to an end, Yulia finished with her legs wide apart as she did the splits on the stage, again arching her back away from the crowd, her limbs stretched out in a perfect line as her torso was torqued backwards. Suddenly her hands rose over her body holding her top, to loud, anticipatory cheers. With pure strength she straightened her torso up, her arm over her chest covering her breasts as she threw the flimsy fabric behind her to the delight of the crowd.
Axel Thesleff’s ‘Bad Karma’ came on as she got up from the floor, strutting her hips again while her arm still covered her breasts. Yulia began swaying seductively, moving rhythmically to the beginnings of the song. Her arms alternating back and forth, still hiding her breasts, encouraging the whoops and cheers.
Finally, Yulia, or Diamond as her stage persona introduced her, slowly smiled and seductively raised both her arms over her head, exposing her breasts fully to the crowd while her hips continued to gyrate.