One red stiletto quickly joined by the matching pair appeared out of the car door first, followed by two long tanned legs. Faith checked her make up one last time in her compact, then emerged completely from the car. She tossed the mirror back onto the seat, closed the door, and pulled her coat tighter around her body.
Pouty red lips curled up in a smile as she surveyed the scene in front of her.
Hey, while she was in this body, she may as well take advantage of it. And $300 for an hour wasn't so bad. Plus tips.
Faith locked the car, then hips swaying ever so slightly, she head into the club.
Sam
Sam was watching from the shadows, confusion spread across his face.
She could only be in a place like this for one reason. To make money.
Surely.
Well, he might as well keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't kill anyone for instance.
He shook his head, not believing what he was about to do, before he made his way around front and lined up to get in.
About ten minutes later, he was finding his place in the back. Out of sight.
Faith
Faith took her coat off, tossing it over the back of the chair. She ran her hands down the silky white material of the outfit she was in, the red lace cups of her bra only just visible above the low cut front of the dress.
"You're up, Hope, was it?" the manager said to her.
"Mmmhmm, that's me. Hope." Faith winked, then adjusted the little white cap on her head that read "Naughty".
"Through there, sweetie."
~*~*~*~
The lights dimmed a little more, and the music started, as Faith's first leg appeared from around the curtain. She smiled slightly, listening to the applause and then stepped out onto the stage, wrapping an arm around the pole and winding herself around it.
Ah, she'd picked a good body. Flexible and all.
Sam
Sam raised an eyebrow as she appeared on stage, almost taking a savoury moment. He snapped back to reality when a waitress approached him.
"Could you be more shady?" she asked.
"I'm sorry?"
"You're as far away as can be, wearing mostly black, a girl could get the wrong idea. Married right?"
"No," Sam frowned.
"Tying to work out your preference then?"
"What? No, no. I have a friend. Working. Tonight. Just here for moral support."
The waitress nodded, heaving her chest a little as if to make a point.
"So what can I do for you?"
"What?"
"You're drinking right? Paying customers only."
"Oh, sure. Just a beer. Thanks," Sam nodded.
He rolled his eyes at himself as she walked away, before returning his attention to Faith. The way she moved was almost... hypnotising.
Faith
Faith was hanging upside down on the pole, held there with nothing more than her legs. She grabbed onto the bottom with her hands, then flipped her legs over her head, landing on her feet, back to the audience.
She undid the dress, then half turned, letting it fall off one shoulder, then the other. She kicked it off to the side, spinning around the pole again, slowly moving down and then back up again, legs spread ever so slightly.
She slid down, onto her hands and knees, and she felt a few notes being put into her underwear. She turned, blew the men a kiss, moving back into a standing position.
Sam
Sam's eyes were fixated. So much that he barely noticed the waitress returning with his beer.
He didn't even really have to be watching Faith perform. It's not as if she'd pull a pistol out of her cleavage and gun down half the room. Well, what was left of her cleavage...
He shook his head again as he tried to keep focus, glad that the lighting was red where he was to hide his blushing.
Faith
Faith slowly stepped off the stage, headed for the customer that the manager had picked out for her. Someone who tipped big if he was treated nicely.
She smiled seductively at him, straddling his lap, her body moving slowly but surely. She wrapped an arm around his neck and she leaned her body back, head almost touching the ground.
Sam
Sam felt his teeth clench automatically as he watched her. He resisted the urge to leave, fearing that once he let her out of his sight she'd take off and he wouldn't be able to find her as easy. Once he followed her back to where she was staying it wouldn't be too hard. If only he had something to bug her car with...
It was a few moments later that he realised he'd lost his train of thought again. Trying to keep a handle on the situation, he tried to focus elsewhere while keeping her in the corner of his eye.
Faith
With a wad of cash in the waistband of her underwear and some stashed in her bra, Faith disentangled herself from the man. She stood slowly, then head back to the stage.
Her hands gripped the pole and she flipped, legs spread eagled as she slowly spun around.
Not much time left now...
Sam
Sam finally admitted to himself that he'd come to the conclusion she wouldn't do anything here. So he might as well go and wait around back, where he'd seen her come in.
He stood from his table, leaving some cash for his drink, and made for the door.
He made his way around back to where her car was, stopping to look inside for a moment. Nothing out of the ordinary. He glanced back towards the club, then walked further away to where he'd kept himself hidden earlier.
And he waited.
Faith
Minutes later, Faith came out the back, laughing to herself as she counted the wads of cash.
"Oh, too easy."
She flipped her car keys in one hand, then unlocked her car, tossing the cash into her bag before closing the door.
Without a second thought, she started the car and headed in the direction of the motel.
Sam
Sam winced a little, not sure if that had been out of character for her or not. He just really didn't know her all that well. Maybe he should call Wesley...
No. Nevermind.
He opened the door of the impala and got in, slowly beginning to follow her back.
Faith
Faith stepped out of the car and shivered slightly. She grabbed bent to grab her bag and that's when she noticed the wads of cash inside it. And felt the chilly night air on her bare - BARE?! - legs.
"O...k. Wow. No."
She quickly locked the car and headed for her room, feeling more than a little exposed as she stepped inside.
Sam
Sam pulled the impala off to the side of the road.
End of the line. This is where she was staying.
But now what?
All this time he'd been tracking her, and he still hadn't figured out what he was going to say. Sure 'hi' was a start, but then what? They hadn't really been close enough for him to demand an explanation on why she'd run out on him. Maybe him not telling her about Dean straight away had finally gotten to her.
But that was no reason to start killing people. And this sloppy trail of corpses just happened to be going everywhere she was. He believed in a lot of things, but like Bobby coincidence wasn't one.
He sighed to himself and drove a little further up the road, pulling into a park stop so that car was hidden from view. He might as well try and get a few hours sleep. The sun wasn't far from rising and killer-Faith seemed to do her thing at night.
Faith
Faith lay down on the bed, eyes clouded with confusion.
What was happening?