The Mafia Man in the Club

Chapter 13 : Strip and Do A Dance

Alissio's POV

As she continued looking at the floor, I admired her body. Hoping maybe she'd be a good fuck later on. I usually don't do the interviews, for one, I'm always busy, and two, I do background checks on the people who will be working for me, not interviewing them. Oddly, I wasn't busy today though, just tired. So, I decided to do this interview. Anyways

I cleared my throat and she looked up immediately with a shocked look, as if she forgot where she was. I smirked at her parted lips and motioned her to sit down. She took a big in-take of breath before moving to sit down beside me skeptically. I looked at her for a minute and she finally broke eye contact and focused her eyes on the floor. I smirked again, knowing I could put anyone in their place with just one look, and also that any girl I've ever met always bow their head submissively at me.

"So" I hummed deeply.

I swear I heard her gulp. I smirked again.

"Soo..." She trailed off softly.

"Name."

She instantly looked up at me looking stunned. As if so shocked at my bluntness.

"Violet Evans" she mumbled

"Age"

"17, almost 18"

"Reason?"

"For what?..."

"Coming here" I stated bored at her answers.

"My um sister passed away......an-and I needed the money to pay for all of the hospital bills and to buy myself a home."

This actually surprised me slightly. I read about her sister, but I didn't figure that's why she'd be here. Almost every girl here, is here to get away from and ex 'abusive' boyfriend or the cops.

"Hmm"

She looked up at the noise and started to study me slightly. It was quiet for a few minutes while she checked me out, and I let her, it gave me a chance to do the same. She watched my hair, she looked into my eyes for a moment before quickly looking further down. She studied my lips and then my broad shoulders. Her eyes trailed down my whole body slowly before coming back up. Her eyes darted back and forth over my face multiple times. It left me guessing what in the world she was thinking about.

I scanned her too, her luscious brown hair, her beautiful eyes, her plump red lips, her collar bone sticking out that I could leave hickies across. Her pale creamy skin. Her nice plump round boobs. She had a sexy hour-glass figure. Her mid waist curves in, leaving her middle thin. They'd be perfect to wrest my hands on, they have a perfect dip. Wait! What the hell am I thinking? The only way I'd be holding her sides like that was if I was pounding into her. Jeez! I went further down, she had wide hips and slightly thic thighs, you could tell by her thicker legs. Beautiful..I thought.

I completely forgot about reality as we continued looking over each other's bodies. I wonder if she's thinking about me the way I'm thinking of her right now...

"So" I started "Are you willing to do anything for this job?" I asked curiously.

"Um I....I suppose so, I need it"

"Hmm, we'll see...Now let's see what body has in tow. Strip and do a dance." I demanded flatly

"Um alright"

She stood up and strutted to the stage sexily. She slowly walked to the pole, then locked eyes with me. Apparently the little minx came out of her shell when working.

She slowly took her clothes off while staring at me. I smirked but she didn't falter. She unbuttoned her shirt and I saw her beautiful lace bra, hoping she was wearing a matching set. What's wrong with me? I never pine after a woman, sexy or not. They pine for me.

She pulled off her blouse, before hooking her thumbs in her waistband, after running them gently over her neck and between her breasts, down her stomach. She slowly ran her skirt down her legs, my eyes following her every move, yet hers still fighting to keep my eyes.

She had pale legs, and silky, creamy thighs. With, of course, a pair of dark red panties underneath, complimenting her pale skin.

I closed my eyes thinking about her little lips wrapped around my shaft while her hair's wrapped around my hand. I opened my eyes to find the little minx staring at me intently, I repositioned myself, putting my hand over my crotch. Watching her refrain from smirking, and it slightly angered me.