The mafia sexual slave

I made a mistake!!

A mistake that cost me everything.

That fateful night changed everything.

My life crumbled before my very eyes.

It was a one time thing that should not repeat itself but the damage was already done.

Now he hunts me and he would do anything to find me.

I have heard stories like this ,I just didn't know that it will get to me quickly and now shit has hit the fan!!.

What happened when he finds me??

"You will have to read it to find out".

Alexis pov..

I was a stripper and mind you I was proud of it

I was an orphan and I have no family whatsoever at least none that I know of.

A girl got to eat and you have to find something to do to bring food to the table.

I would be honest, nobody went to school to study stripping work but it was something I pick along the line and getting a job was not something easy.

Tonight I wore a denim jacket with a short skirt and soft sandals. I am going to perform at the club tonight. I need to do that without my legs shaking. I wore sandals from home instead , I walked to the bus stop and got a bus at the station and got off at my stop.

I looked at my watch, and it was just six thirty, so I still had minutes to go to the club and prepare.

I walked down the street and saw the club I had entered, and I was greeted by a martin. I wish he was available with those packs and muscles that I would have enjoyed running my hand through them, but he looked so sweet and innocent, as if he didn't belong to this world, but he looked exactly like what he showcases a bouncer and he did his job well.

He winked at me as I walked down the hallway leading to our locker room. I met Linda, our star stripper. I smiled at her, and she did the same. Merely looking at her won't give you a hint that she was our star stripper, but she has got talent. I give her that.

She was already dressed in her lingerie and thong, and she got one with matching color today. She donned her transparent jacket, leaving nothing to imagination. Well, that is our job.

I left to change into my work clothes. I checked the rooster and went into the bar I was going to be serving tonight and not dancing. I love serving as well as I love stripping, since they know some of us are strippers, they give us tips generously hoping for a little show. Well, if they ever get one, well it is going to be a long night.

The club was packed tonight. Linda really did a good job. She kept them entertained, and she made a lot of money. I am sure she may even consider servicing a rich customer, as the highest bidder wins her hand for the night against the not touching polices. Even Mike the bartender got his hand full this time around, mixing drinks and shots. He did his work well but, I never got a chance to sit to have a drink. I kept my tips with him anyway, not like I could put it in my lingerie, so under my work clothes it is not like we are not wearing cloth, it is just slightly better than the strippers. It is a stretch between barely cover and half nude. It would be so uncomfortable walking around with it.

#

After a busy day, I went into my locker ,changed my clothes and I went to sit with Mike, who was packing and arranging the drink. He would be there till morning. He opened his draw and gave me my tips and winked at me. At least he was open about wanting to go down on me. I just usually politely declined, and I counted the money and thanked him and gave him a tip, and he told me good night and I left. Another person would take over my work.

I went to the supermarket and got a few things. I am definitely not cooking tonight, but tomorrow is still there, and i work the evening shift at the bar.

During the day I am a gym instructor and my friend owns the place due to the area of my work. A stripper job also involves flexibility for pole dancing, so keeping myself in shape is mandatory.

I was good at what I do and I have some advantages .

I got home and turned on the light.I was not expecting to meet anyone at home because I lived alone.I went into the fridge to get a drink. I had already brought dinner on the way home. I just drag myself to the couch and munch on my fries and chicken. Hours around a smashed guy can be tiring. There is nothing as stressful as dealing with a drunk customer.

I turned on my phone and I saw a message from my girlfriend. She wanted us to have a girl get together with our other friends, and she wanted to know my off.

I have some pretty crazy friends and we were very close.. we have all been friends since as long as I can remember

She was the only one among my two friends that had accepted me as a stripper. I don't know if it was because of her own boyfriend, who was also into kinky stuff. She may look innocent, but she is a very bad girl and has always been.

I replied to her to tell her that I would be available from Thursday morning to Friday afternoon. She replied OK.

#

I walked into the shower and stood under it for like twenty minutes.

It was a tiring day indeed.

After I was satisfied I dressed in my nighties , put off the light and slept off.

Alexis pov...

I drew the curtain aside and looked outside. It was already morning and I always go to the gym by ten, so I got up, went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, took my soap and I bathed and brushed my teeth, I put on my bathrobe and I went to the parlor. I checked my phone and I realized that Debbie had messaged me, and she had got a new job for me.

I just smiled, a new special job means a rich client who is ready to pay the money for a personal instructor. While that is not a problem as long as I make money, I don't mind being a personal gym instructor.

I went to the kitchen and started preparing to make bacon and eggs, scrambled eggs. I didn't have time to fry the bacon, or I was too lazy to do that, so I cleaned the pork, rinsed it, added seasoning and put it in an oven where I set a timer. I wanted to wait a little long before frying my egg, so I went to my coffee maker and cut my coffee and milk into it. I love it when it is rich.

I want to at least have a healthy breakfast this morning before I start my day.

# few minutes later

The timer on the oven stopped, so I went to put my frying pan on fire, break my eggs and add seasoning and I fried my egg while I went to the oven to bring out my bacon. I turned over my egg and set off the fire.

......... Well, I put together my bacon and egg and I took my coffee from the coffee maker and I devoured the food.

I went to my room and put on a sports bra and joggers and I donned a jacket at least till I got to work. That was just nine o'clock, but at least I would chat with Debbie till when it was time to work and see where we were going to be having our get-together. She wouldn't have any choice than to leave her gym for her workers for a whole day or two. She was multitasking, and she found it hard to get a leave unless on public holiday and i think she need the break more than the two of us.

I went outside and shut my door. The dishes would have to wait.....

# Debbie pov...

I am sure Alexis will be arriving anytime soon, and she had better hurry if she wants to make a first impression on the client. It has been long since I had a rich client here. Coupled with the fact that he is handsome, he had those bad boy vibes, and he is rich in his tailored Louis Vuitton suit is any indication yesterday and I can't wait to introduce them.

What I didn't tell Alexis was that he want a private tutor, a home service at his gym. It could both be our ticket to money. I am already thinking about how much I want to charge, and I am just waiting for her to get here, so we can both conclude maybe our get-together will not be looking that bad. Speaking of the devil, here she is, she looks as hot as she does every day with that wavy black hair of hers and her deep brown eyes, she is gorgeous, she always looks good in whatever she wears, and she knows it, she thought. She didn't approve of her stripper job ...

It is not that bad just that she is working that hard and the pay isn't that great, and she does not have time to date and have fun, get a man to take care of her, and a rich one at that. I remember that sweet guy she dated. He was a husband material, but he was no fun. I agree with her breaking up with him. Why are we hot, young and available, and we won't have fun?

# alexis pov....

This look on Debbie's face is mischievous, and I know she has got something up her sleeve. It is not everyday she waits for me at the door to her office, fighting off a smile that is obvious.

I walked up to her and I smiled at her, she asked me how I was doing and open the door to her office and we went in.

# Debbie pov......

So, Alexis, I have a job for you, one you would like. It's a rich client and not only that, he is handsome and she laughed.

.... Why are you being like this Debbie, and what is my business exactly if he is handsome? I am sensing some play here. Hope you are not planning to set me up for a blind date or hook me up with this man because you are interested in this matter.

Debbie

What happened is that he is not going to need the gym instructor here, but at his house, he is booking you for home service and I don't know how you will react to that, but however you want to react, remember that I said he is rich and handsome.

Alexis

Well, if he pays well, home service is not a bad thing and if I pull it off well, it is going to look good for your company. So, how much are we talking about here?

Debbie

We are talking about something like four hundred dollars here and that is a lot.

That is truly a lot, Debbie, so when is he going to arrive, and how are we going to fix the date? Maybe let me say two or three time a week, because l am definitely not going to be doing it every day, which I am sure of.

You can talk to him when he arrives and fix your time and date. It is not that bad, you know, if you go every day.......it is not like you are going to do any stressful job, just an instructor and show him how it is done ......it is not even going to be up to the amount he will pay, so Alexis are you in for the job?

Alexis

Yes, I am in.

# Alessandro

I am Alessandro Denaro, the heir to the Cosa Nostra mafia. I am ruthless and feared by many in our world. It is not an easy task to be the heir of a mafia ring, but outside our world I am just a gentleman.

Now I am on my way to the gym for an appointment with my private tutor. Well, I had all this plan out just the way I want it 'a secret I don't want to reveal yet'.

I pull a string here and there to gather information, and I am satisfied with what I got.

I went into the building and met the secretary, who directed me to the office and I went. I got there and knocked, and I was asked to come in. I looked at the woman in front of her, and she was just like I remember her, but I don't know if she recognizes me. It was at the club and there was little light to see, so she probably didn't recognize my face, but she has been the source of my imagination ever since 'now the secret is out'.

I walked into the office and the boss told me to sit down and Alexis looked sideways at me, and she recognized me from the look on her face.

Alexis

That fateful night, I was out of money and I needed money fast, and I don't usually do a private stripping show, but I was told by my boss that someone had booked me, due to the fact that I needed money for my rent. I accepted the offer, and I was given the room number on getting inside. It was dark except for a dim light. I remember how it went....

I enter into the room and took off my jacket. Soft music was being played. I went to the pole and started swaying my hips. I was only in lingerie.

I had not done this before, so I found it challenging, even with the room barely lit. I could make out the outline of the man in front of me.

Luckily for me, he didn't seem to mind me closing my eyes as I swayed in tune to the music. He was too focused on the rest of my body, watching me reveal inch by inch of skin. I'm gliding now, feeling the music deep in my bones. A smile fights its way onto my face but is quickly erased when I open my eyes and see him leering. It is not like it is something unusual for strippers.

F*ck, I don't want to do this, but I need the money. It's humiliating, onstage you have the option of wearing a mask and here he is looking at me and watching me. Like I'm dessert being served to him on a silver platter ,maybe I actually am served to him because he paid his money. I nearly stumble again but catch myself just in time, spinning.

But I'm not done yet, and the hardest part is only just coming up.

I still have to take my top off.

I let my hands wander over the bare expanse of my belly. I moved slowly toward my pussy and hooked my hand just inside my thong and let it hang there,

That was when the man started to talk.

Strip for me, show me your pussy licking his lips as his eyes do what he just told me and his chest was rising and falling. "Show me the damn goods!"

I bit my lower lip, forcing myself not to reply. Instead of giving him the satisfaction of my answer, I peeled my top off slowly from my body and fondled my nipple, feeling his hungry eyes on my naked skin. I pinched my nipple to make it more erect, and I saw him fondle his cock from his pants. I could tell by the outline that it was huge, and I relaxed that since he was enjoying himself, I could also enjoy myself.

I'm not grossed out anymore because now I'm imagining the man. I imagined me taking out his cock and sucking it and his cock throbbed in my mouth as I sucked him very hard and the way he spilled all his seed in my mouth was enough to get me all hot and bothered. Now, my hands glide over my body with ease. I want this, want him, and I can only hope he's watching from the shadows. I could barely make out his face in the dim light of the room light

Now I'm moving with a purpose, eager to show myself I can do this, I pinched my nipples between my fingers, feeling them harden and form stiff peaks that are desperate to feel his mouth on them.

God, I want him to f*ck me. The thought makes me drip, and I'm painfully aware of the wet spot forming on the front of my panties. I should be ashamed of myself and what I'm doing to make ends meet, but I'm past the point of caring. I'm too needy at the thought of his eyes and hands on me.

Imagining the salty-sweet taste of his cum is enough to get me moaning, and the man was eager for more now, hungrily watching and cheering me on as my body spins and bends in tune with the music. I'm really getting a feel for it now and starting to enjoy exposing myself this way.

I push my inhibitions to the side and allow my body to enjoy what I'm putting it through. The music is loud now, and the lights are still dim, and if I close my eyes, I can imagine the man watching me. I can almost feel him next to me, the phantom of his touch lingering on my skin as I touch myself for his pleasure. I tune out his appreciative groans and try to finish the song.

Under his predatory watchful gaze. He loves this, devouring me with his eyes. He even got his crotch out at this stage, which should really be embarrassing, but it doesn't. All I can think about right now is this man in front of me. His dark hair and eyes, his muscular figure... and most of all, the way his eyes makes me feel all desperate and needy for more of his touch.

More moans rip themselves from my lips. F*ck, I'm getting close to an orgasm even though I've barely touched my pussy. I could have come here and now just thinking about this man putting his hands on me, something I haven't done before.

I know it is about time I finished my dance, but I'm almost dreading finishing my dance. There's a freedom I've found when stripping which is unlike anything I've ever known before. Something compels me to tug on the minuscule panties' thong I'm wearing. I pull them up first, allowing my pussy to eat at the fabric of them, the cotton slick and wet against me, exposing every fold and crevice, and I shift my thong to the side and run my hand through my found fold. The man in front of me roars with pleasure, but I merely smile demurely and continue to tease him.

But then the song ends, and I know it's over. I pull my panties down just enough to expose my right ass cheek, blowing a kiss on the man before disappearing through the door.

Alessandro pov at the club...

Something about that girl makes me go insane. And it's not just her body and her pretty face, those eyes finally exposed without the glasses and shining brightly as her body twirls in front of me.

She looks so hot. Her body is perfect, and she looks like a natural. She can really dance. My cock wants her. No, my cock throbs and demands her slipping into her fold, my mind swimming with thoughts of ripping those tiny panties off her body and filling her up to the very brim with my thick, throbbing shaft. I want to go inside her and come on her skin, and claim every hole. The thought is almost too much to handle, so I force myself to push it off my mind. I can't risk getting even harder. So I won't have to go after her and take her right there.

How the hell did this happen? How did she manage to get under my skin so goddamn fast? I never let this happen to me. If I'm infatuated by a woman, and it hasn't happened in a long time, and certainly not like this.