"See you later, Vixen." The stripper smirked and walked off.

"So, your name is Vixen?" I asked as the woman pulled me forward. My brain couldn't seem to function properly. I wasn't sure if I was confused or horny that the woman kissed another woman.

"It's my stage name."  She winked.

"I'm Jason, by the way," I added as she stopped by the bar.

"Hey, honey. Can I get a lemonade, and Jason over here will have...?" Vixen asked the bartender and looked at me for an answer.

"A black label beer, please," I replied, and the bartender nodded.

"Do you like my club?"

"It's nice."

"Correction, it's fucking hot." She laughed and thanked the bartender as he placed our drinks in front of us.

"So, what's your real name?"

"Oh, sweety, you will have to work for that."

"Okay. Don't you drink?" I questioned and gestured towards her lemonade.

"Damn, you ask a lot of questions. But, yeah, I can't stand alcohol."

"But you own a club?"

"I get to watch half-naked women whenever I want. Who wouldn't want that?" Vixen laughed and grabbed my arm to pull me along as she walked off. I didn't mind that she pulled me around. Whenever she touched my arm, it felt like my skin heated up.

She led me towards a bunch of couches and pushed me down into the one nearest to the pole dancing platform. I put my beer down on the glass table next to me, and Vixen sat down on my lap. She leaned back against me and took a sip of her lemonade. Her neck was close to my lips, and the scent of coconut drifted from her skin.

"Do you have any more questions, Jason?" Vixen asked, and I loved the way she said my name. Her warm ass was pressed against my dick, which turned me on. I tried to not think about it as I didn't want to screw things up with her.

"How come I didn't hear the music from the storeroom or grocery store?" I questioned and tried to keep my mind focused. Vixen burst into a giggle and turned her head to the side to look at me. Our lips were a few centimetres apart, and it felt like I could almost taste them.

"The walls are soundproof. It wouldn't be much of a secret if everyone could hear the music." She shrugged and touched the side of my face. "You're actually quite handsome." She whispered and flickered her eyes down to look at my lips. Her gaze met mine as she looked back up into my eyes, and for a second, everything around us froze.

Vixen looked away and climbed off my lap to stand up.

"I need to sort out some business. Just wait here, okay?" She remarked, then walked off before I could say anything. I shifted my pants as my dick was semi-hard and took a sip of my beer.

The club was full of sexy women, but none were even close to Vixen's level. I watched a few women dance as a few hours passed. I wondered if she had stood me up but remained patient and stayed where she instructed. A stripper walked onto the stage in front of me and wiped down the pole. She winked my way, and I offered her a friendly smile.

The couches around the area where I was were empty as no one danced on the platform. The song changed, and Cho by Popalik featuring Stefflon Don started playing. I knew the song as I enjoyed listening to Stefflon's music. The lights shined down on the stage in front of me, and a sexy silver-haired woman walked up to the pole.

Vixen winked at me before she started dancing. She had changed into a simple black long-sleeved bodysuit. The tattoo on her hip could be seen, and as she turned around, her sexy ass cheeks were on display. She was barefoot while the other strippers had on heels. I liked how I was the only one by the couches because it made me feel like Vixen was dancing for me and me alone.

I watched as she gracefully climbed up the pole and seemed to slowly run while she spun in a circle. Her body moved in ways that were so mesmerising that I wouldn't dare look away. She looked extremely sexy and stared at me while her body moved against the pole. I had to shift the way I was sitting as my dick was hard from the sight of her. 

Vixen dropped down and twerked her ass in front of my face, and went down onto the floor with her ass up in the air. She twirled and slid her legs apart while on her knees while her hand went to grip her neck. I felt a small groan leave my lips as I watched Vixen. She opened her eyes and slid her hand down her body. My eyes turned darker as I watched her, and I could feel my body passionately burning for her.

"Do you want me, Jason?" Vixen asked, and through the music, I could hear her clearly. Her hand went between her legs, and her hips moved as if she was grinding against the floor.

"Of course I do," I replied, and Vixen smirked. She moved to the edge and put one foot on my shoulder. Her hips moved forward, and I moved my hand up her leg.

"No, Jason. The first rule is that you can't touch the dancers." She devilishly smiled. I quickly moved my hand off her leg before one of the bouncers threw me out of the club. Vixen knew exactly how badly I wanted her as I could see that horny spark in her eyes.

"Let's see how long you can last." She remarked and climbed off of the stage and onto my lap.

Vixen sat on my lap with her legs on either side of my body. Her pussy pressed against my dick, and she slowly moved her hips to grind against me. Candy Shop by 50 Cent was next on the playlist. Her body moved to the beat as she twerked on my lap.

"How does that feel, baby?" Vixen whispered into my ear, which sent chills up my arms.

"Anything you do feels so good," I mumbled and gripped the sides of the chairs to keep my hands from touching her. She was making it extremely difficult.

Vixen placed a soft kiss on the side of my mouth and then shoved my face into her boobs. She giggled as I kissed her smooth skin and softly bit onto one of her nipples. I pulled away before a bouncer suspected anything, and Vixen moved her soft lips to my neck. She sucked and nibbled onto my neck as her hips grinded against me simultaneously.

She felt so good close to me and moaned into my ear. I could feel myself starting to lose control, and sensations ran up my shaft. I groaned as I cummed in my underwear.

"Did you just...?" Vixen questioned, and I nodded, which made her burst into giggles. "That's kinda hot." She added and squeezed my dick with her hand. It was still hard, and she kissed my lips briefly before climbing off.

"Uh, where is the bathroom?" I asked and shifted my pants uncomfortably.

"Left corner next to the bar, lover boy." She winked, then walked off. I casually stood up and walked off in that direction like nothing had happened.

I cleaned myself up using toilet paper and rested my head against the cold tiled wall. I calmed down my racing heart. I was so extremely sexually attracted to Vixen that I acted like a horny teenager around her.

I washed my hands and then wiped them off on my jeans before walking out to find her again.

I scanned the club but couldn't see her anywhere. Maybe she was changing. I ordered myself another beer and sat down at the bar.

"Who are you anyway?" The bartender asked and placed a bowl of peanuts in front of me. "On the house." He stated, gesturing towards the peanuts.

"Thanks, man. I'm Jason." I shrugged.

"I mean... who are you to Vixen?"

"Oh... uh, we're just strangers for now."

"Strangers. No, you two have fucked. You're just one of her fuck boys." The bartender said while he dried a glass.

"I take it Vixen has a lot of those." I sighed and ate a handful of peanuts.

"That's right. I'm not ashamed to say I'm part of that group. I'm Kedwyn, by the way." He added and shook my hand. "Just a friendly warning, Vixen might be interested in you now, but it won't last long. She'll jump to another guy in a week or so."

"Uh, thanks for the heads up." I frowned, and the conversation ended.

I waited in the club for a couple more hours, but Vixen was nowhere to be seen. My phone kept vibrating as JB questioned where I was. We were supposed to meet up to watch the rugby game this afternoon, but I told him I couldn't make it using the excuse that I wasn't feeling well.

Perhaps Vixen had a client to attend... I quickly shoved the idea aside before I got jealous.

A pretty black woman in a sexy red outfit walked up to me and bent over as she started speaking.

"Hey, sweetie. You look like a lost puppy sitting here. Would you like some company?" The woman asked and smiled at me sweetly.

"You are incredibly lovely, but I'm just waiting for Vixen." I politely replied.

"Oh, honey. She left."

"Oh..." I frowned and felt my heart drop.

"I can make you feel better, sweetie." The woman offered and placed her hand flirtatiously on my leg.

"Thank you, but I think I should get going." I shook my head and stood up. The woman pouted but flicked her chin up and walked off. I sighed as I walked over to the bar.

"Kedwyn, I would like to close my tab, please," I stated, and he raised his eyebrow.

"Most men stay till we close. You're leaving early." Kedwyn observed.

"Vixen left. She's the only reason I was here." I shrugged and placed a note on the counter. "Keep the change," I added, then walked off. Joe grunted as I walked out the door, but I was too sad to care. I knew Vixen didn't owe me anything, but it hurt that she didn't say goodbye.

I ordered a coffee and grabbed a pie in the store before heading back to my vehicle.

It was the winter season, and Johannesburg got colder than most cities in South Africa. I turned up the heater as I drove home and parked next to the side of the pavement. The apartment building I stayed in didn't have a designated parking area. I locked the vehicle and took out anything of value, including the radio if someone broke in.

The building had 3 floors of small 1 bedroom apartments. Somehow families of 4 children even managed to make the limited space work. Children played soccer on the small patch of grass in front of the building with the ball I bought for them. They all waved as I walked over.

"Jason, catch!" A boy about the age of 12 yelled and kicked the ball towards me. I stopped it and kicked it back to him.

"I'm not going to play today," I shouted back, and the children booed. I chuckled as I continued walking. Luckily, my apartment was on the ground level, so I didn't have to climb the stairs. I pulled out my keys while struggling to hold my coffee, radio and pie in one hand. As I put the key into the lock, the door nudged open.

Great. Someone broke in.

I quickly put the stuff on the table near the door and then pulled my pistol out of the waistline of my jeans. I raised the gun as I softly stepped forward. I could hear muffled voices coming from my lounge. I stepped around the corner and placed my finger on the trigger, ready to fire.

"Hey!" I yelled, which caused Lulu to scream and throw the TV remote at me. "Lulu! I thought you were a fucking thief!" I exclaimed and let out a sigh of relief.

"Cheap coming from you." She laughed and jumped up. I tucked my pistol away and gave her a hug hello.

Lulu was JB's firstborn. We were only a few years apart and grew up together even though I was her uncle. JB had become a father while still in high school, and even though my Dad wanted to kill him for making a girl pregnant, he let JB's girlfriend move in with us.

"Hello, Jason. Dad said you were sick, so I came to check up on you. You weren't here, so I let myself in with the spare key I snatched." Lulu smiled and picked up the TV remote off the floor.

"I was wondering where that key went." I laughed and walked back to lock the door behind me and grab my food.

Lulu was also my best friend. She had ginger hair like her father and light blue eyes. She had pale white skin, which couldn't go in the sun that much because she turned into a tomato. Her fashion sense was of oversized shirts and hoodies with tights or shorts. I never saw her in a dress, besides when we were in high school as the school uniform had a gym.

I never really saw her as my niece, plus we acted more like cousins than anything else.

"Do you want half of my pie?" I called from the kitchen.

"No, thanks. I just ate before I came. I made myself tea while you were out." She replied.

"Mi casa es su casa," I said in Spanish and walked back to the lounge. It meant: My house is your home. I didn't know much Spanish besides that common phrase.

I sipped on my coffee and looked at the TV. Some reality TV show was on, which Lulu loved to watch. She picked up the remote and paused her show, then looked at me.

"What?" I asked as I took a bite of the pie and got crumbs all over my mouth.

"Don't act dumb. I know you. Usually, you would have made fun of my show by now. So, what's wrong?" Lulu stated.

"Eh, just a woman." I sighed and continued eating my pie. Lulu stared at me with her mouth open and smacked my leg.

"A woman? What... how... when? Why don't I know about her?!"

"Er, I didn't think I would see her again. That's why I didn't mention her."

"Come on! Give me more details."

"On one of my jobs with your Dad...." I started to explain. Yes, Lulu knew what we did for a living. She accepted it because she knew how difficult it was for her Dad to find a job. Plus, the money he made put her into college, so she was grateful.

"I met a woman. Okay, well, I had a one-night stand. Yet, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Then today, I ran into her and followed her to a strip club." I added.

"Wait, she's a stripper?" Lulu questioned and seemed interested.

"Well, yes, but she also owns the club," I replied, then continued. "Her stage name is Vixen, and she is really confusing. She rejected me, then gave me attention, then just disappeared and ditched me. Also, she said that she doesn't date. Vixen isn't really the type of woman to stay interested in one man for long."

"So you think you're the one to change her mind?"

"Uh, I don't know. I would like to try."

"Okay, listen to me, bro. Some women are perfectly happy with just having casual sex and not settling down. There's nothing wrong with that. If Vixen says she doesn't date, you have to accept that. You can't force her to be with you."

"I don't want to force her. I just want to prove that I can treat her right, and maybe it will change her mind. I'm not ready to give up that easily."

"Then you go and fucking sweep her off her feet, place a crown on her head and show her how great Jason Hinral is." Lulu smiled and nudged my shoulder with hers.

"Thanks," I smiled back and looked at the TV. "Now, honestly, what crap are you watching?"

Lulu laughed and punched me playfully. I felt better after talking to her. I couldn't let a small defeat hurt my ego. I spent the rest of the afternoon annoying Lulu while she watched her show, Too Hot To Handle, on Netflix. She left as it got darker and drove back to her parent's place.

Even though she was 23 and a fully employed nurse, JB refused to let Lulu get her own place and stay alone. He was just being a protective father, and rightfully so, as Joburg didn't have the best crime rates.

I went to take a shower and ran over ideas in my head on how to win over Vixen.

For the next couple of days, luck wasn't on my side. I waited around at the club almost the whole day, but Vixen wasn't around. Joe didn't seem to like me much but at least didn't give me problems at the entrance. Kedwyn laughed every time he saw me walk into the club. No one seemed to know where Vixen was or when she would return.

I walked into the grocery store with high hopes that I would see Vixen that Saturday night. Yesterday the crew and I successfully completed the art gallery heist and were paid today. I stopped by a really fancy florist and picked up a bouquet of white roses. The florist also gave me a pamphlet for Van Kline jewellers and claimed all women loved to be spoilt with a necklace. I thanked her and shoved it into my pocket.

"Of course. You're here. I would say I missed you yesterday, but that would be a lie." Joe muttered as I walked up to him.

"Good evening, Joe. Has the lovely Vixen graced us with her presence?" I asked with a smile.

"I'll give you the same answer I always do. Get lost, lover boy." Joe grumbled and rolled his eyes.

I nodded and walked into the club. I greeted the women as I walked toward the bar. Since I was a regular, I knew most of the strippers' names. Well, stage names.

"Stepping it up tonight, I see." Kedwyn laughed and had already placed a beer on the table for me. I put the roses on the barstool next to me and sat down.

"Maybe tonight my luck changes." I shrugged and shook his hand. "Don't you ever take off from work?"

"Nope. This club is my life." He laughed, then added. "Vixen was here earlier, but then she left again. I'm not sure if she'll be back."

"Uh, shit." I frowned. "I'll still wait around a bit in case."

"Suit yourself. Also, let me put those roses into some water for you. They probably going to die anyway."

"Thanks," I stated sarcastically and handed him the roses. I chose white to match Vixen's silver hair.

I sipped on my beer and pulled out the Van Kline jewellery pamphlet. Maybe there would be something that Vixen would like. It wouldn't hurt to look. Most of the jewellery was crazy expensive or looked like rich women's jewels.

I flipped the page and froze. There was a smiling picture of Vixen posing to advertise a set of ruby earrings. She had light brown hair in the photo, which was probably her natural colour. Her nose stud was missing, and she bearly wore any makeup. She looked beautiful.

I read over the caption.

"These ruby earrings make me feel like love is possible. They are my favourite piece." -Kiara Van Kline (CEO of Van Kline jewellers).

I felt my heart rapidly beat as I reread the caption. Vixen's real name was Kiara. It was a stunning name that fit her perfectly. She was a Van Kline and the CEO of the company I stole from. My luck couldn't get any worse.