Red lights, smoke in the air, alcohol everywhere and sexually urges at its peak, mouth gags, whips, sex balls, black latex costumes, deluxe rooms with sex torture racks and flickering lights illuminating in all colours that depict sex. Allow me to introduce you to the RED SPOT, an underground sexual fantasy nightclub where anything goes, no judgments, no normality, everything is insane, no confines of gender, everyone is neutral, and everything goes. The high ranks of the dirtiest players in the game and corrupt government officials, men of law, and a whole are usually our patronizers.

I have been a sex worker/ stripper/ adult entertainer for over two years now at the red spot, and I have seen it all, in all shapes and sizes and have satisfied all desires and hunger from both men and women. I work the pole how they couldn’t think of even in their wildest fantasy; my skills and seductiveness compare to none; some get their feel by just watching me. Others want to sink their teeth in. The thought of my body makes some quiver and others reach their destination faster than they expected.

Like I said before, I have seen it all, but some nights still stand very erect in my head.

I have had a few of such nights, but I look forward to more, to be precise, the night for the warhorse general it’s rumoured that he commissioned the kill program on a group of Russian spies who fled the country after their mission was done all seven of the spies were killed and he was in charge. Stories like that only get my heart racing and all my sexual desires heightened. So I offered to be his night owl, as we call it, at the red spot; the night owl is a special package delivered to some of our esteemed guests. It comes in the form of a skilled and trained sex worker/stripper/ adult entertainer, and I badly wanted this spot, so I had to work my ass off for it; I didn’t get picked at first until the girl who was selected mysteriously disappeared with no trace. Finally, I was given the honours of being his night owl.

The room was filled with all types of play toys, and it excited me. The general was still very agile and active, so it would be a long night, one I was going to relish. The general sat as I put on the unique lights and approached the pool upon placing my hands on the ground before lifting my bottom and resting it on the edge of the cold pool. Giving me enough time to figure out where my target was ” whoosh”, the sound of a blade I threw at him, but an old warhorse would always be alert as he could sense the incoming blade. I came charging out from the dim lights of the pool, lifting myself off the ground as I approached the bed where he lays, plastering my feet on either side of his waist with a blade in my hand. After much struggles, he got the sword of me as he overpowered me, leaving no option but a leg stranglehold executed to perfection as I thumped his chest area hard with my elbows until his last breath.

As I speak to you now, I am on my way to my next assignment. My name is Elena Dragovic, and I am a Russian spy.