Chapter 326 Dressing as Strippers

They followed the little boy in silence for nearly five minutes, winding through narrow paths between rundown buildings and makeshift tents. Garbage crunched under their boots, and every few seconds, someone coughed or stirred from the shadows. The deeper they went, the darker and more twisted the place felt.

Kelly glanced around, growing more tense with every step. "It feels like we’re walking in a damn maze," she muttered under her breath, her voice low enough for only the girls to hear. "I swear we passed that same burned mattress three times."

Lilith kept walking, eyes scanning the corners, hands close to her sides. She didn’t respond.

The little boy suddenly stopped and turned to them. He raised a finger to his lips. "Shhhh," he whispered, pointing ahead. "We’re here."

The girls looked up immediately.

Just twenty feet ahead stood a rusted steel door. Two large men in dark hoodies stood guard, barely visible in the shadows but unmistakably alert. Behind the door, faint flashes of colorful light pulsed through the cracks—blue, red, green—followed by the distant thump of bass-heavy music.

It wasn’t what they expected.

Ann narrowed her eyes. "This isn’t a warehouse..."

"No," Kelly said, squinting. "It’s a club?"

A small, grime-covered neon sign above the door read CLUB COLDLINE. The letters flickered like they were dying. This wasn’t some hot spot—it looked like a front, like something illegal was hiding behind loud music and dim lights.

Lilith turned to the boy, her tone sharp. "Are you sure Stormzy is here?"

The boy nodded quickly. "Every Friday night," he said. "He always comes here. They order plenty women too, so you beautiful sisters should enter with ease."

He smiled as he stretched out his dirty hand, palm up. "Food?"

Lilith’s eyes didn’t move. She just stared at the kid for a second. Then she looked over at Vanessa. The two women exchanged a silent look, then stepped away from the others and turned their backs.

Ann raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

A few seconds later, Lilith stepped forward again. She approached the boy slowly and crouched down to his level. "Here," she said, placing something small and round into his hand.

He looked down, expecting food or money.

His face dropped in confusion. A soft click followed.

The round object had unfolded into a single cuff, now snapped around his wrist. His head jerked up, but Lilith was already moving.

She yanked a length of chain from the wreckages beside her, locked it to an old oil barrel nearby, and tied the other end of the cuff around it. The boy started to speak, panic setting in—but Lilith shoved one of her silk handkerchiefs into his mouth, silencing him.

Kelly’s jaw dropped. "What the hell?"

Ann blinked. "He’s just a kid, Lilith. What are you doing?"

Lilith stood back up, brushed her hands together, and looked at both of them with a calm, almost amused look. "Relax. I’ve seen his type before."

"He helped us," Ann snapped. "You could’ve just paid him and let him go."

"He helped us because he had a reason," Lilith replied. "He’s not stupid. That little bastard’s been running this area longer than we’ve been alive. You think he wouldn’t sell us out the second someone flashed more cash? Or worse, tipped off Stormzy?"

The boy squirmed, eyes wide. He tried to scream, but the gag held.

Lilith pointed at him. "That’s insurance. He stays right here until we’re done."

Kelly shook her head, still not entirely convinced. Ann looked at the boy one more time before letting it go. Whether they liked it or not, Lilith wasn’t taking chances.

Ann crossed her arms. "So what now? We just walk in?"

Kelly nodded. "Yeah. We’re going in."

Ann exhaled. "Alright then."

But before she could move, she felt something tug at her jacket. She turned and saw Kelly pulling the sleeves down her arms.

Ann immediately grabbed her wrist. "What the hell are you doing?"

Kelly smirked. "If we’re going in disguised as hoes, then we better dress like one."

Ann glared at her, but Kelly didn’t flinch. "You wanna stand out and get stopped by the guards, or you wanna blend in and move past like background noise? Your choice."

Lilith looked back and nodded slightly. "She’s right. We’re not here to start a shootout at the front door. We need to slip in, get eyes on Stormzy, and move."

Vanessa was already removing her coat, revealing her tight top underneath. "Let’s do it quick. I’m not freezing out here just to argue."

Suddenly they heard laughs coming behind them, they turned around to see five girls, strippers coming at them.

Lilith grinned, "The solution to our outfit problem just provided itself."

———

Ann looked down at herself, almost in disbelief. She couldn’t believe she was doing this.

Her coat was gone. So was her shirt. All that remained on her upper body was a tight black bra with thin straps, her cleavage fully exposed and barely held in place. The cold air bit at her skin, but she ignored it. She had to. She looked like a high-end escort from the streets of hell—but she looked convincing, and that was the point.

Beside her, Vanessa adjusted the black leather corset she wore. It pushed her breasts up high, revealing the top curves with no shame. Her midriff was bare, her tight black skirt stopping inches below her hips. Fishnet tights hugged her toned legs, leading down to sharp heels that clacked against the pavement.

Lilith wasn’t far off either. She’d tossed her blazer and unbuttoned her blouse completely, revealing a sheer black lace bra underneath. Her hips were wrapped in a skintight skirt with a slit running all the way up her left thigh. She looked like power and sex bundled into one lethal package.

Then there was Kelly.

Kelly had slipped into a low-cut crop top that hugged her chest, with a velvet mini-skirt barely covering her ass. Her dark mocha skin glowed under the nearby flickering streetlights, and her curves were impossible to ignore. Her outfit screamed confidence, and she wore it like a weapon.

"All right, let’s go," Vanessa said sharply, rubbing her arms as she tried to warm her bare skin. The cold had crept in, but there was no turning back now.

The girls moved toward the door.

The two guards standing at the entrance looked up—and froze.

Their eyes widened as they took in the sight. It wasn’t just appreciation; it was raw hunger. Their gazes glued to every exposed inch, mouths half-open, heads slightly tilted like they couldn’t believe their luck.

One of them grinned and leaned toward the other. "Stormzy’s scouts never miss," he muttered under his breath.

The other nodded and stepped aside immediately. No ID check, no frisking. They just pulled the door open and waved the girls in.

As the heavy metal door creaked open, a wave of noise hit them like a punch to the chest. Bass shook the air. Voices shouted. People laughed, moaned, or screamed in rhythm to whatever chaotic beat was blasting inside.

The moment they stepped through, Kelly turned to the others and gave them a look.

They all nodded.

They’d heard it clearly—the guard had said "Stormzy."

The boy hadn’t lied.

Stormzy might be here.

The hallway ahead was dimly lit, with red lights casting long shadows across the walls. A thick haze of smoke clung to the air, reeking of cheap weed, burnt chemicals, and alcohol. The bass was louder here, vibrating through the floor.

They moved forward slowly, eyes sharp, keeping formation as they passed through the narrow corridor.

Finally, the hallway opened into a massive chamber.

And what they saw stopped them cold.

The club wasn’t just a party—it was madness. Total, unfiltered chaos.

People danced like maniacs, arms flailing, bodies convulsing as if they were under some spell. Others dry-humped in the open. Some didn’t even try to hide it. In a dark booth to the left, a woman was riding a man with her dress up to her waist, both of them laughing like lunatics.

Two women in the center of the room were topless, pressed against each other, dancing like their lives depended on it. A man nearby was drooling as he watched, barely able to keep his hands to himself.

Lilith’s eyes scanned the room quickly, but she didn’t miss a beat.

Vanessa rolled her eyes and muttered, "This again?"

The others didn’t hear her over the pounding music. They were already spreading out, eyes darting everywhere, searching.

Stormzy wasn’t going to be in the open. If he ran things here, he wouldn’t be in the center of the chaos—he’d be watching it from above, or tucked away in some private lounge.

Kelly leaned in close to Ann. "Start moving through the floor. Blend in. We’ll loop around and meet at the back wall."

Ann nodded. She pushed forward, weaving through half-naked bodies and outstretched arms. Every direction she turned, someone was grinding, grabbing, or moaning. It was like the place had abandoned reality. No one cared who watched.

Ann was already regretting coming here.

Then suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist.

She spun around, annoyed. Her eyes met an older man—probably in his late forties—wearing a chain, sunglasses, and an oversized fur coat. His eyes were glassy with lust. He reeked of smoke and vodka.

"Damn," he said, voice slurred. "Hot face. Hot body. You a dream or what?"

She couldn’t hear the words clearly, but the expression on his face said everything. His tongue wet his lips, and he reached for her second hand.

Big mistake.

Ann’s foot came up fast—slammed right between his legs.

The man’s face twisted, his eyes bulged, and he dropped like a rock, both hands grabbing his groin.

"Bitch... bitch... bitch..." he wheezed as he curled into a ball on the dirty floor.

Ann didn’t even stop. She kept moving, her face hard, ignoring the chaos around her.

They weren’t here to play with pigs.

They were here for Stormzy.