Stripper in need of a Hitman

[Chantarelle]

Jade stepped up onto center stage in her eight inch heels for the first time at the Pussycat Club. She didn’t wait for her eyes to adjust to the strobing lights before she started to roll her hips in time to The Weeknd blasting out of the stereo system. She leaned back against the hard pole as if it were her lover, tilting her head as her hands squeezed her soft tits. The pink and blue strobe lights swirled patterns and textures over her exposed skin as she took a leisurely walk around the pole before climbing its full twelve feet using the strength of her inner thighs to invert herself when she reached the top. From there she undulated to the beat before doing a death plunge to the base of the pole, her face stopping inches from the glittering floor. Fan kicking into the splits she gave the floor a lap dance as the money fell like verdant rain atop her raven head. As she crawled lewdly to the edge of the stage through the growing puddles of cold hard cash she ran a hand through her long hair. She rose into a crouch and patted her Venus mound scantily concealed underneath a thin silk thong. A man reached out from the audience to touch her in the same spot but only got halfway there before Jade slapped his hand away with a wicked laugh. As she dances she’s all too aware that she’s becoming aroused, she could feel the wetness collecting between her legs and the aching of her distended nipples caused by the eyes that molested her body.

She was in her own private zone, oblivious to the fight that had started below her until a man was flipped onto the stage at her feet. It startled Jade until she realized what was happening and then it exhilarated her. Without thinking she kicked the man in the ribs with her thick platforms and began to dance with renewed vigor over the top of him until the aggressor pulled him out from between her legs and began punching him in the face repeatedly. The sight of blood had Jade down on all fours at the stage’s edge her ass high in the air, a maniacal smile on her face. “Fuck him up!” She barked at them as she gyrated, throwing a fistful of bills at the skirmish even as security dealt with the problem.

After her last song Jade gathered her money up and disappeared backstage only to reappear five minutes later wearing a black studded bra and panty set with matching chained collar https://imgur.com/a/3dyJCNA and her breath smelling like cognac.

(I’m looking for damaged characters and dark themes)