The Club

"I'll take the detective job. The corporate job seems to be easy and too similar to what I just did. Need some variety, you know. And the girl... well, like you said, I don't want to be a victim of a fake job only to be sold or worse," Clarissa concludes.

"Sounds good to me. I'm sending you the details to your Cyberlink"

Dean says so as he is typing some buttons on his keyboard. A notification sound pings on Clarissa's Cyberlink, and she opens the file that Dean sent to her. As she is reading, her eyebrows furrow.

"Wait, they're here in Greenville?"

"Yep"

"And they are really popular lately?"

"Uh-huh"

"Are you sure you didn't get this job because you want to take out a competitor for your club?"

Dean gives her a smirk, "no comment"

"Ugh, whatever," Clarissa rolls her eyes, "I'll still take it. I expect get some bonus if I can get some dirt that can make the place be shut down, Dean"

"Deal"

Dean raises a hand with a thumbs up, as if to make a promise. After some parting words, Clarissa leaves Dean's place soon after. She doesn't want to linger in that place unless she absolutely needs to. It might be a save haven for mercenaries, but she doesn't want to meet some fellow mercenary assholes who will definitely try to hit on her. She'd rather go home, take a long hot shower, and go to sleep.

While riding the civilian carrier home, Clarissa continues reading the contract, and learns the name of the nightclub whom the boys in blue wants her to investigate. 'Demon's Lair' is quite an ominous sounding name. Honestly, the fact that there are people whose personalities change after a visit to the Demon's Lair doesn't really surprise her. After all, the most popular and profitable nightclubs always serve as hotspots for hard **** and what not. The pigs don't do anything cause they got a cut from the owners, letting illegal substances be consumed and debauchery runs unchecked. But perhaps in this particular case, there's something more than that, as **** can't really change people overnight. One doesn't have to be an actual detective to realize that something even more fishy is happening there. If words gets out of a terrible crime, the cops' reputation might be ruined.

"Yea right, as if it can go lower than it already is," Clarissa thinks to herself, "they probably just going to find out what's actually happening to demand a bigger cut"

According to the contract, the police will ask for a favor to the owner, requesting for some people to be employed in the establishment. It seems the club is still growing, and they do need new workers. Clarissa is supposed to be one of them, infiltrating as an employee. The pigs think it's easier to get access for intel if they work in the job.

"And easier to get fucked in more ways than one as well. Bet they're just gonna feign ignorance and cut me off if I do get caught," she spat out inwardly.

The carrier finally arrives at her destination, and Clarissa steps outside to be greeted by the familiar view of her neighborhood. The area isn't much to look at, with dilapidated buildings and streets full of litter. The government provides the lower class residents with basic necessities such as clean water and electricity, but that's it. There are no proper trash disposal service, and the police is barely functional. Many of the residents of these poor neighborhoods have been victims of break-ins, mugging, and assaults. Thankfully, Clarissa has never experienced any of those since she has installed a state-of-the-art lock for her apartment and she's always packing whenever she goes outside.

She unlocks her front door using a keycard and a password, and gets inside quickly to relock the door. She turns on the light, taking a moment to sweep her eyes on her small but tidy apartment. Her living room and bedroom is merged into one, there's only a separate place for bathroom and kitchen. A moment later, a noise grabs her attention then, a female black cat lets out a meow as she is rubbing her head and body against Clarissa's legs. Her green eyes look at Clarissa expectantly.

"Hey there, Midnight," she greets the black feline, scratching behind her ear, "you must be hungry and lonely. Let me wash up and then we can cuddle later"

Midnight replies by purring, and Clarissa takes it as an affirmation. Before going to take a shower, Clarissa takes out a box of cat food and pour it into Midnight's bowl. The cat happily walks towards it to start eating. Satisfied that her pet is well fed, Clarissa retreats to the bathroom to wash up. Once she's out of her dirty clothes, she wet herself and lathers her body with soap, washing away the sweat, dirt, and grime accumulated from her previous job. She sighs contently, loving the way the heat of the water soothes her tensed muscles. As she is drying herself, Clarissa lifts her hefty breasts, weighing them on her hands. She often wished that they were a little smaller, as she's going to draw less attention to herself both in and out of her job. But she never really entertains the idea of breasts reduction surgery as she thinks it is quite a waste of money.

When she gets to the main room with only a towel on, Midnight has finished eating and is waiting patiently on the bed. Clarissa puts on a white tank top and a pair of panties before climbing to the bed to join her pet. She immediately starts stroking the soft, black fur of her Midnight, earning more purrs in return. The sounds of the satisfied feline soothes the mercenary, and it is enough to relax her body completely. Soon the two of them went to sleep.

Clarissa wakes up feeling well-rested in the late afternoon. She heats herself some microwave food and feed Midnight some wet food this time. As she chew on the re-heated lasagna, Clarissa wonders on what to do today. The job contract that the cops prepare for her starts in 3 days, so she's free for the time being. If she wants, she can probably visit the club as a customer, scouting up the place. Her (fake) personal info shouldn't be sent to them just yet, so they should not recognize Clarissa, more so if she wears a mask or something.