Mafia's Virgin Stripper

The brunette gave a loud keening cry, her second climax more sudden than the first. Then she promptly fell into a state of bliss that was accompanied by sleep at its heels.

Damien however, was alert, and he got up from the bed, his skin glistening with a sheen. Unbothered as he was, he prowled from the edge of the bed to the bathroom, jumping into the shower to rinse off the traces of sweat and sex on his body.

Despite his leisurely pace however as he finished off, the gears in Damien's mind were as always, constantly turning.

Just as he was buttoning up his white shirt, there were two quick raps on the door. Damien noticed the girl stir as he called for the person to enter, and he spared her a glance, her body exposed to the world for all to see. However he felt not a hint of empathy as one of his men walked in.

The girl gasped in horror, and quickly fumbled for the covers in a long attempt to cover herself.

Damien paid her no attention, instead focusing on the man who gave him a subservient nod.

"Sir," the man spoke without any preamble. "We have found him."

Those words were like a trigger in him, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Finally," Damien intoned, turning to pick up his jacket. As he put it on, the gun in one of its inner pockets jostled against his side, a comfortable weight he was used to. "And where is he?"

"In the boroughs, sir," the man responded quickly, eager to give any and all his boss asked. "He was spotted coming out of the apartment. It seems that there is a woman living with him too."

His lover, Damien thought to himself.

Very predictable.

"We should be able to move in tonight," the man was then saying, but that made Damien snap his head to look at him. He sulfur up immediately, traces of fear showing in his expression.

"I want Alex Zane in an hour. No excuses," Damien ordered. "Waiting until nighttime will only give him a chance to escape. And if he does, remember you will pay for it with your life."

"Yes boss."

Damien straightened slightly, appraising himself in the small mirror the hotel had to offer. His eyes caught the frightened look of the girl who was wide awake, and covered head-to-toe in the white bedsheet.

Smirking at her reflection, his satisfaction grew when she flinched, looking away.

He'd have his men take care of her.

Without any more words said, Damien Serrano left the hotel room, brushing past his man who gave him a respectful, eyes-to-the-floor bow.

...

"Ugh," Maria Zane groaned to herself as she got off the bus. Another day gone, she thought to herself, her steps on the cobblestone pavement slow and indicative of her tiredness.

The blonde had her hair covered by her hoodie.

It was already 7am, and she was headed back home from another night of grueling work.

Being a stripper wasn't the kind of respectable job she had envisioned for herself when she was younger, but it was the only work she had been able to get when she was under the threat of being kicked out of her apartment.

Now it had been over a year and any bit of shame the 22 year old felt about her job had been beaten out of her by the trials and tribulations she faced everyday.

Yet, it did pay the bills.

A yawn broke out of her lips and she covered her mouth promptly. A woman walking towards her wearing a suit gave her a funny sort of look that made Maria want to laugh in her face.

Soon after she was home, turning the key in her lock and entering the apartment.

Walking from the entrance to the kitchen, she stopped when she noticed the dirty dishes in the sink. Her nose wrinkled and she let out a growl of frustration.

Alex.

Again.

She really hated her brother sometimes, trying as she might to let some little things go.

Maria banged on the door of the second bedroom, which previously served as her painting room until her brother showed up out of the blue three days ago, asking to stay with her.

"Alex!" She yelled at the door and it was opened.

Her older brother, the idiot, looked at her with bleary eyes and confusion on his face.

"Sis, what the fuck? I was sleeping," he groaned.

"Yeah? Well maybe you shouldn't have dirtied up the kitchen, again," she lifted up a finger to point at him. "Come out right now and get those dishes washed up. You know I won't do it for you. Come on," she beckoned to him.

He groaned louder and slammed the door in her face. Maria exhaled sharply, before turning to go back to the kitchen, picking up the frozen dish she got from the grocery shop for her breakfast and stuffing it in the microwave to warm up. She slammed the microwave door shut, breathing heavily.

Damn it, she screwed up her face, feeling frustration run through her.

If she had known that her older brother would be this exhausting to live with she wouldn't have done it in the first place.

Maria still remembered how many times she would call him for help and he simply wouldn't respond. Now he was the one relying on her for the time being and she was too soft on him to refuse.

Moments after she picked up her now warmed food from the microwave, her brother sauntered in, bare chested and his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. She rolled her eyes at him.

"Maybe put on a shirt?" She muttered to herself.

As she ate, she watched him roughly wash her dishes.

Maria had a lot of questions about her brother's sudden arrival. For example, where the hell had he been for the past two years? And why did she feel like he was hiding something about the circumstances that landed him at her doorstep?

Yet every time that she would ask him, he would deflect.

"When are you going to leave?" She asked him now, watching as the muscles on his back tensed.

Alex responded moments later.

"Not for a while," he stated. Yet there was an undercurrent of tension in his words.

"Why?" She demanded.

He didn't respond.

Maria scoffed, brushing wayward strands of hair away from her eyes.

"You know, you have been really silent on why you came to stay with me in the first place. Are you in trouble for something?"

"It's none of your business," he shot back at her, his voice rough and dangerous. She stiffened. "And if you know what's good for you, you'll stop asking me that question, Maria."

The conversation was brought to an end as he slammed the door of the kitchen cabinet shut, making the wood shake.

Her eyes opened swiftly as there was a bang loud in the air.

Maria's heart pounded in her chest as her vision focused and she came to the grim realization that there was a gun barrel pointed right in her face.

"Get up," she heard a gruff voice, and her eyes drifted to the owner of the hand that pointed the gun at her. It was a strange man that she had never met before.

What was going on?

She got up swiftly covering her chest with her bedsheet. She had been wearing only a rose colored satin nightgown to sleep.

Maria's eyes were fixed firmly on the man who was still aiming the gun at her. In her head lots of questions popped up that made her wonder if she had somehow entered the fucking twilight zone.

Opening her mouth with the intent to ask the strange assailant what had brought this on, she jumped in fright as the man gestured to the door with the gun, circling her but thankfully keeping his distance.

"Get walking now," he ordered her and she scrambled to get her robe to at least keep herself decent while she did as the man asked.

As soon as she left her room she heard the sound of a paint grunt and stopped walking.

Alex, she thought, breathing heavily.

"Keep moving!"

The feeling of a cold metal on her neck stopped Maria from making any wrong moves. She raised her hands up in surrender and took one shaky step after another. Each step was punctuated by the sounds of her brother's grunts and moans of pain, and the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

She was afraid, for the first time in her life - a kind of fear that was truly terrifying, where there was no way out.

As she entered the living room with the constant pressure of the gun barrel on her, she met Alex's bloodied and bruised face with her expression full of fright.

There were two similarly dressed men aiming weapons at him; one was even wearing a sort of brass knuckle?!

"Alex," she murmured.

"Leave her alone," Alex looked at the men. "She has nothing to do with this!"

Maria shrieked as suddenly one of the men put a boot to Alex's face in response.

Brutes! She wanted badly to scream at them but she knew they wouldn't tolerate that.

But who were these people?

And what did they have to do with Alex?

"You tried to run, didn't you?" One of the men sneered at her brother who was now missing and writing around a meter having his face roughly stepped in. She saw a stream of blood running down his nose and out onto the floor. "Now you get to face the consequences."

Suddenly, her vision was blocked and she was plunged into darkness. Maria struggled against the bag that was put over her face and screamed. The rough arms handling her stirred up more panic within her.

She struggled against the man holding her, only to find herself being lifted up from the floor.

Unaware of much else after that, Maria only realized she was in a car of some sort when she heard, and felt the rumbling of an engine.

She sniffled, feeling pitiful. The sounds of Alex's groans that still had not ended, filled the air.

Meanwhile Maria was feeling nothing but regret.

She wondered why she had taken Alex in and let him stay with her in the first place. She had suspected he was in trouble, but she didn't know how much. Now it seemed she had been pulled into this mess as well. It had clearly been a mistake, all her actions that led up to now. And her brother was to blame.

"Oh Alex, what have you done now?" She whimpered.

They were truly in deep trouble.

...

Damien walked into the warehouse, his expensive shoes clicking on the concrete floor, and wearing one of his other great suits, purchased at Savile Row.

His men that were talking amongst themselves turned at the sound and stood up straighter, out of combined fear and respect for their boss.

He didn't spare any of them any glance, instead staring at the bruised man who was off to the side and kneeling.

Alex Zane, Damien thought with sadistic triumph coursing through his body. Finally, he had been caught.

Without looking away from his target, he ordered, "Leave us."

"Yes Boss," a chorus of relief came.

The men acted quickly and almost in unison, marching out of the warehouse as he had commanded them to.

Finally, they were alone.

Damien looked over at Alex with a smirk on his face.

Alex shrank back.

"Alexander Zane," he demurred in a pleasant sounding tone. "I have been waiting for far too long to get my hands on you."

"Please," Alex groaned out, his head killing a bit. "Please don't harm me. I can pay you back, I swear. I can- I just-" he fell silent immediately, his words cut off in a choke as Damien finally drew his weapon, staring down at him in disgust.

"I could do all those things," Damien stated with bite. "But what use have I for a fucking liability like you?"

"Please! I have a wife! She's pregnant! Spare me!" Alex had tears running down his cheeks now.

Damien watched him impassionately.

Then he heard a gasp from behind him.

Turning his head briefly, Damien locked eyes with her, kneeling at the furthest corner from where he stood.

How had he not noticed her?

She looked quite literally like she had just rolled out of bed. She was kneeling in her pink nightgown and robe, her hair disheveled.

Who was she? Alex's lover?

Before Damien could figure it out, the woman spoke.

"Let him go," her voice carried through the hush of the warehouse with ease.

He cocked a brow at her.

"You have a lot of nerve to demand things from me."

"Please," she begged. "He's my only brother. I don't know what he be is to you, but-"

Damien cut her off.

"Your brother was then one that got you into this, not me. He knows what he did, and must be ready to pay the price."

Alex whimpered, only swallowing his cries of pain when Damien aimed a dangerous glare at him, a promise to exact more pain and suffering on him if he didn't keep damn quiet.

"Please," the girl continued to plead. "I'll do anything. Please."

About an hour after she had locked eyes with that mysterious, dangerous looking man from the warehouse, Maria now sat atop a bed, feeling uncertain of the direction her life was going to take.

She recalled the last moments before she was carried out by the same men that had pointed guns at her and her brother, and took her to this room.

She didn't even know where she was.

"Keep her until I come," she had heard the man - the men's boss? - ordering them. "And don't touch her. Not one hair on her fucking head."

It had to be the boss, because he looked like no other man she had ever seen in her life before, and the strip club had given her a lot of experiences when it came to trusting her gut instinct. That man... was dangerous. A predator.

As soon as she was summarily shoved into the room and heard the door lock, Maria had been feeling a great sense of numbness.

She still had no idea what she was doing in this situation; were it not for her damned stupid brother who dealt with these sort of shady people, all she would be worrying about was how to finish up her makeup for her set.

Instead she was faced with nothing but this uncertainty.

Maria stood up shaking from the bed; finally deigning to look at the lingerie set on the bed.

Who had placed it there and why?

She didn't know but, as she looked down at herself - her favorite nightgown stained with dirt and her skin feeling grimy, she felt the need to shower.

But surely there could be something other than that to wear, she asked herself, glaring at the offensive lingerie set.

Minutes later Maria was resigned to wearing the lingerie, having checked everywhere in the room and found nothing. Only if she wore the bedsheet or curtains... and that wasn't very good either.

With a heavy heart, she made for the other door in the room and entered the bathroom.

...

Damien put his suit jacket back on, smiling satisfactorily at the sight before him. Alex Zane, tied to a chair and even more beaten and bruised than before. He was also delightfully unconscious, which served Damien very well.

What a sorry excuse for a man, he spat at his victim, before straightening his suit and striding out.

He had one more thing to see to.

Maria Zane, he thought with a smirk.

She was interesting to say the least. Her career as a stripper was certainly not something he had expected when his man carried out the background check. She just looked so fucking innocent, it made him want to sink his teeth into her. Finding out that she took her clothes off for a living only made him more intrigued.

But, he had to stay focused. She was for work, not for his pleasure. After all, her brother's bills weren't going to pay themselves.

...

The door opened suddenly and Maria stood up from where she gingerly sat on, now dressed in the black flimsy lace and satin set, complete with garters and stockings and a glittery high heel.

The man from before entered in his dashing suit and as soon as he saw her in the dimly lit room, he stopped.

"Beautiful," he intoned deeply almost like a growl, taking a step towards her. She took a step back, looking wary. Damien stopped.

"I believe we haven't formally met," he started speaking moments later. "I am Damien Serrano. And you are Maria."

Nice to meet you I guess, she thought with a little bit of snark in her, but couldn't dare to say it out loud. It seemed from the amusement that briefly flashed through his eyes, that he could somehow read her mind.

"Now," he continued, "I think you have an idea that your brother owes me a sum of money. Rather, he tried to steal from me. And it doesn't end well for him. I don't tolerate thieves handling my business."

Maria gulped, feeling naked as his eyes hadn't left her even once since he started talking.

"What does that have to do with me?" She asked. "And what kind of business do you even do?"

She had some idea he was already a shady guy, but the way his eyes glimmered as she asked that question told her it was likely not something she would want to know the answer for.

"I... have investments I would like to keep secret for now. Until we finish our talk, Maria."

He reached to touch her and it was then that Maria realized that without her knowing, he had come close. His hand grazed the lace strap of her bralette and she flinched. He removed his hand instantly.

"I have an offer for you to help pay your brother's debt and keep him alive. I assure you, if not for your pleading for me to spare his life, he wouldn't be alive right now. And trust me, you likely would have joined him," Damien stated almost nonchalantly but Maria could tell the steel behind his calm facade. This was a dangerous man.

Was he part of the mob? The Mafia?

"You said you would do anything for your brother, right? Well here's your chance."

He stood only a few inches from her. If he reached his hand out to her he would be able to get her into bed with him. Maria's heart sped up with that thought.

Damien continued, his eyes never leaving hers. "You will work for me. I hear you have skills in dancing in little to no clothing."

"I strip," she swallowed before shrugging, not feeling any shame about it. "Is that what you're talking about? You want me to strip for you? Or for someone else?"

"You will be working in my club, darling," he chuckled and shivers ran down her spine. "You will be a performer, not a mere stripper. And during the day... you will be mine. My woman. Mine to use and keep. You will live with me and go where I order you . Do this, and you can have what you want."

His words made her eyes widen just a tad