Alexis stood in the tiny supermarket bathroom, staring at her reflection under the light.
The tile floor was sticky.
She reached into her oversized purse and pulled out a pair of thongs and a lace bra that left nothing to the imagination.
"This is insane," she muttered, slipping out of her corporate. "Totally insane."
Her curves popped out instantly, the lace clinging to her body like it was made for seduction. She fixed her hair, added a little gloss to her lips, and adjusted the anklet around her ankle.
"Alright, anklet," she whispered with a smirk. "Do your thing."
In one blink, the fluorescent bathroom lights disappeared. Her body shimmered for a second—then boom.
She landed inside the backroom of the Velvet Strip Club. The air was hot, dark and loud—music pulsing from the walls, the scent of sweat and alcohol clinging to the velvet curtains.
She gasped softly, adjusting her bra as the loud bass made her heart race. .
Felix Wolfe, here I come.
Let the mission begin.
Alexis walked up to the bouncer with confidence she wasn't entirely feeling. Her hips swaying and lace barely covering anything.
"I'm here for the audition," she said, glancing up at the tall, muscled man guarding the door like a vault.
He barely looked at her before handing her a tag. "You're Stripper 5," he grunted, pointing down the hall. "Audition room. Don't be shy."
"Wasn't planning on it," she muttered under her breath, pinning the tag on her lace top.
As she made her way through the thick crowd of men, hands reached out—some trying to touch, some whispering, some straight-up offering cash.
"Damn, girl, you new here?"
"I'll give you a grand for one dance."
"I just fell in love."
She dodged every hand like a pro, eyes fixed on the black door ahead.
When she stepped inside, it was quiet. The lights dimmed just enough to make everything feel personal… intense.
And then her eyes landed on him...
Felix Wolfe.
Legs crossed. Shirt half-unbuttoned. A cigarette hanging between his fingers . Hair messy in that perfect way. Eyes dark, locked on her like she was prey.
He tilted his head. Smirked.
"So," he said lazily, his voice deep and smooth like warm whiskey. "You're Stripper 5."
Alexis swallowed, trying not to react to how ridiculously hot he looked up close. Definitely the finest man she'd ever seen. And that smirk? Dangerous.
Felix took a slow drag of his cigarette, eyes not leaving her body for even a second.
"Let's see what you've got," he said, voice low and teasing. "Strip for me."
Oh god, Alexis thought, legs locking in place.
This mission just got a lot harder.
Alexis stood frozen for a second, heart racing. Then came the soft beep in her ear—her pods connecting.
"Strip for him," Siren's voice whispered coolly. "Seduce him. He might be our gateway to uncover the Wolfe brothers' deadly secret. Don't mess this up, Agent 504."
Alexis inhaled slowly, lips curling into a flirtatious smile. Time to work, she thought, giving the tiniest nod.
Her eyes locked on Felix. Confident and teasing. She turned her back to him, letting her hips sway as she reached for the pole.
Felix leaned forward a little, his cigarette now forgotten.
The music pulsed through the room, low and dirty. Alexis moved with it—slowly and seductively sure.
She peeled off her top first, revealing the black lace that barely hid anything. Then her hands glided down her body, grabbing the waist of her thong and slipping it down inch by inch.
Felix's lips parted slightly. His gaze darkened.
She straddled the pole once, spun once, then walked toward him—topless, glowing with sweat, heart pounding but face calm. She leaned down, just a breath away from his lips.
"I'm not just pretty, Mr. Wolfe," she said. "I know how to keep secrets too."
Felix blinked once. Then twice. And then…
He chuckled low. "You're hired," he said, reaching for a glass of whiskey. "My new VIP stripper."
Back in the underground cave, the other agents watching from the screen let out loud cheers.
"She did it!"
"That's our girl!"
"Agent 504 just made it through Stage One!"
Siren 105 smiled to herself, arms crossed, proud. Let's see how long you last, Felix Wolfe. She's coming for all of you.
And Alexis? She stood there, still half-naked in heels and sweat, watching Felix like he was her next meal.
Game on.
Felix leaned back in his seat, licking his bottom lip slowly as his eyes roamed over Alexis like he already owned her.
"That makes you my plaything now," he said, voice low, teasing and dangerously smooth.
Alexis tilted her head, smirking as she stepped even closer. "Plaything? I don't play for free, Mr. Wolfe."
He chuckled, that dark, addictive sound wrapping around her like smoke. "Trust me, baby. I pay... well."
Her pods beeped softly again. Siren's voice slipped into her ear, half-jealous, half-amused.
"Ooh, you lucky little minx. Do you know how many agents would kill to be his 'plaything'? Don't fall for it though. Remember why you're there."
Alexis rolled her eyes inwardly, still smiling on the outside. Her gaze never left Felix's as she leaned down slightly, her lips close to his ear.
"I hope you're ready to lose your mind, Mr. Wolfe... Because I'm not the kind of girl you can handle."
Felix raised an eyebrow, amused and intrigued. "We'll see about that, stripper 5."
As she walked away slowly, hips swaying, she could feel his stare burning into her.
And in her ear, Siren whispered again, "Keep going, Agent 504. The real mission has just begun."
Back in her room, Alexis tossed her wig to the bed and slipped off her heels with a long sigh. Her fingers brushed her anklet and she whispered under her breath, "Next mission… brother three."
A soft beep echoed in her ear as Siren 105's voice came through the pod.
"Mmm, yes. Our basketball star. The coldest of them all—Caleb Wolfe."
Alexis stared at herself in the mirror, already pulling her hair into a messy bun. "So what's his weakness?"
"He needs a maid," Siren replied, sounding like she was flipping through notes on the other side. "He just fired the last one. Your resume is already on his desk. You're right on track, girl."
Alexis raised an eyebrow. "A maid? From stripper to scrubbing toilets? Wow. That's a new low."
Siren laughed. "Don't forget—he might be the hardest to crack. He's quiet, cold, private... but he's got secrets, baby. Big ones. Get in that house and get digging. No distractions. Especially not... emotional ones."
Alexis glanced at the anklet again and smiled faintly. "Don't worry. I don't catch feelings. I collect secrets."
"That's my girl," Siren purred. "Now go be the best damn maid he's ever had."
Alexis grabbed her phone and her new uniform. "Time to clean up... and tear him down."