Delirious' P.O.V

I walked into the strip club today I settled for Chicago, that's was its name. I was taken aback by the amount of men here tonight. There was barely any space for people to walk and all the seats were taken so men had to stand.

"gentleman! Please give a warm welcome to our Wonder, gorgeous, one and only, Brandy Simmons!"

I walked closer to the crowd that was heading around the stage. everyone cheered and whistled. I was completely lost, I had never come to this club on Tuesdays, I usually went to Saphire but today I decided to change things up. Bad idea, it was overly packed and my claustrophobia was starting to kick in.

Just as I was about to turn around and leave the lights dimmed and the music started. Slow, gentle, calm music. I turned to find a girl with a glittery black mask and walking towards the tall silver pole. She had silver seven inch boots on and matching panties and bra. Her hair was brown and went down to her waist. She swung all around the pole before kicking up in the air and twirling around twice. She climbed higher up and suddenly dropped to about 5 inches from the floor. She climbs back up and Swan her head around moving along to the music. She grabbed the pool with her legs and torrid around before letting go. She stay twirling upside down. I watched in awe as  She did her tricks on the pole. Men through hundreds of dollar bills at her. She did all this well she had her boots on.

For some reason I was feeling a type of want. Could she be my next? I promised only one a week every other week... I can't...

this angered me but I continued watching that she's been around. One wrong movement and she'll fall, breaking her neck. But she was good. Really good. She spit around with only one leg on the pole before placing her foot on the floor. Once the song was over she blew it kiss and walked off stage.

So many men were disappointed that she had left and apparently she was Tuesday's special. I waited for her to come out from backstage and greeter lovely male perverts but she never did.

Three girls dressed in green came out and started dancing. The crowd settled down but continued watching.

I needed this Brandy, so I walked outside and stood by my car looking towards the back exit waiting for her to come out.

She was different, very different, she didn't show her face and she only pole danced. Her pole dancing was a piece of artwork. God I could have watched her forever. I can't even imagine tearing into that beautiful skin of hers. Getting rid of another slut.

She never came out. It was past midnight and she hadn't left, or at least I haven't seen her leave.

I got in my car and drove to my apartment wondering where she had gone. Her skin was so clear and even though I couldn't see her eyes I knew she was the one. She favorite.

I parked my Range Rover outside my apartment building and locked it before heading inside the building. I took the stairs up to the 8th floor, my floor. I entered the floor and walked over to my apartment. I shared a floor with a woman. She was in her mid thirties and was always bring men into her home. Have the floor was her apartment and the other half was mine while the other Seven floors had multiple apartments on each for. We had roof access on like everyone else. I took my keys out of my pocket and started unlocking my door.

"Jonathan."

I turned and was greeted by my next door neighbor in only a thin red baby doll with red stockings that ran up her long tan legs and connected to a garter belt. "Yes?"

"Do you mind coming in and helping me fix my computer?" She asked as she leans against the door frame.

" Okay," I agree locking my door again and heading over to her door. She scooted to the side and let me in. I look down everything was as usual.

If she wasn't a prostitute, she was close to becoming one. I might be unusual but I'm not stupid, I  No what she's trying to do and let me talk to it, it's not going to work. I smirk to myself, she always walks around like this and leaves the door wide open trying to provoke some feeling in me but I don't get those feelings. Not from her and not from any other whore.

She let me to her computer and explained, "it won't turn on."

"Is that so?" I asked pressing the power button.

"Mhmm" she mumbled.

Her screen stayed black even after you pressed the power button. I checked behind and looked through the tons of cables and wires. "You should plug some of these in at a different outlet," I suggested.

"I will as soon as I have time," She said sitting down.

Too busy fucking men? You filthy whore. I unplugged both her computer screen and PC then plug it back in I pressed the power button again and the screen lit up.

"Oh you are such a darling,"  She said quickly getting up and throwing her arms around my neck. I stood awkwardly trying not to touch her.

"No problem," I said.

"Okay. Well come get me if you need anything or if you feel lonely," She said running her hands down the middle of her breasts.

Her nipples poked out of her babydoll and I couldn't help but feel shaky. She had an amazing body for a Thirty-five year old. Appearing to be eighteen.

I gave her a grin and walked out then rush into my apartment. Fucking slut has me feeling all hot. I hate it! I threw my keys hard on the floor and walked over to my bedroom.

Changing into some sweats, I laid on my bed and turn the TV on.

"Nineteen year old, Giselle Diaz was found dead early in the morning. Her body was found in a black Alley near the strip club where she had used to work at. She as known as Bambi and had been working there for only a couple of weeks.  we warn you that these images will be difficult to see,"  The news lady said as images of Bambi's body was shown up on the screen. "Her stomach was sliced open in the word 'whore' Was cut into her skin. Her throat was slit from ear to ear and whoever the killer was, managed to leave the scene without leaving at trace."

I smerked, of course he managed to leave without a trace. The fuck do you think I am? Stupid? I chuckled.

"Twenty other strippers have been found this way in the past year. We believe it is the same suspect that we call 'Delirious'. We advise you to be on the lookout for anything suspicious and do not walk alone at night. Jean, back to you," the lady said.

That's right Hoochie on the lookout. Too bad you won't ever find me, I have ended with twenty  of their dirty lives and no one even suspect it me. Sore losers can't even find a murderer.

Those images had me thinking, remembering what I had done yesterday. The feeling of Bambi's blood all over me was still present. Oh if I could only feel it again this time I want Brandy's blood all over me.

Now that Brandy popped into my thoughts I started feeling hot. My stomach fluttered and I could feel a bit of ecstacy run through my body as I pictured brandy on the floor her hands tied, and a knife deep inside stomach.

I fell myself get hard. Painfully hard. I quickly turn the TV off and push my sweats down along with my boxes. My hard cock Springs out before i wrap my hand around it giving it a few strokes. I run my hands up and down my shaft causing pre cum to ooze out of my tip. I use it as Lube and rub it down the rest of my shaft before starting to pump hard.

I continue remembering last night.

I run my hand at a faster speed rubbing the head of my hard cock making me moan out. Shit. I stroke harder and harder faster and faster until I feel the warmth tingly feeling at the pit of my stomach. before I knew it, my cum shoots out all over my hand, stomach and chest. Holy fuck.

I close my eyes and stay like that for a while. Once I get back to my normal state I get back up and wash up in the bathroom.

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Warned you about the disturbing content, sorry if this was too much. Thanks for reading my loves.