THE MAFIA'S STRIPPER

CHAPTER 3

NDABEZITHA

|BEAUTY AND A BEAST|

I'm going to lose my fucking mind. I've spent an entire day, trapped in a huge, but locked bedroom with no contact with anyone. Someone left breakfast on one of the bedside tables here while I slept and lunch whilst I napped. There's an adjoining bathroom here, which means I have no reason to leave this prison. I've been wearing the same sweatpants and t shirt - both which are too big- since I arrived. The door unlocked and an older woman came in. "Sawubona ma," I said getting up from the bed. I could have kissed her, not seeing any human for hours will do that to you. "Yebo," she said briskly, not looking at me. She put down a set of folded clothes on the bed before walking away. She stopped at the door. "Mr Hadebe has sent for you. Shower and get dressed. When you're done the guards outside your door will take you to him," she said before leaving. Sent for me? Who does he think he is? The door opened again and the same woman stepped in. "You will do well to obey him, miss," she said and closed the door again. Her warning made me shiver and reluctantly do as she said. I showered and put on some perfume that I could swear wasn't here when I napped earlier. I put on the 'clothes' that had been left on the bed before looking at myself in the mirror. The outfit laid me bare - with thin, glitter encrusted fabric covering just my nipples and crotch. Mr Hadebe had been kind enough to also provide me with a a thin white gown to cover up. When I had covered as much of my body as I possibly could've I asked the guards outside my room to take me to him. I was escorted up a set of stairs before we stopped outside a room with white double doors. "This is where I leave you," my escort said and I thanked him. I knocked once and entered. Damn. The room was dimly lit but I could still see Mr Hadebe sitting on a large bed. A pole in the middle of the room caught my eye, what is this. "Close the door," he ordered and I sighed as I did so. "You sent for me?" I asked. "Yes, I believe you owe me a dance," he said. "What?" I asked. "Well we didn't finish last night with the shootout and everything," he said. "Oh my God, are you being serious?" I asked. "I kid you not, Miss Zulu," he said. "How do you know my surname?" I asked. "I'm like Don Corleone, Miss Zulu, I know a lot of things," he said. "Like who?" I asked.
"Don Corleone, from The Godfather?"
"Never heard of him."
"You've never watched The Godfather?"
"Is it on Netflix?"
"Oh my God, you're really ruining my mood."
"Aw, can't get junior up?"
"Gosh, you're insufferable."
"Okay seeing as I've triggered your erectile dysfunction, can I go home?"
"After my dance," he said and I sighed.
"So do I get like music or-"
"Take the robe off and get on the fucking pole," he hissed. I walked to the pole and grasped the cold metal. Ah. When I was on the pole, I felt adrenaline like no other. A rush that curled my toes and calmed me in a way I've never thought possible. I press my back against the pole and slid down. I could see Mr Hadebe's eyes glint as I made eye contact with him. I rose and once again grabbed the pole as I walked around it. I hooked my right leg on to it and spun. I hooked my left leg on the pole and used my feet to climb up the pole. When I was near the top I spun again and smirked when I saw Mr Hadebe staring up at me with lust. Legs spread, I spun down the metal and landed in a split on the floor. "On me, now," Mr Hadebe demanded and I crawled over to him. I stood up and straddled him, gasping when his erection made contact with my throbbing nether regions. I moved my hips against him, my arms around his neck. Once again, he grabbed my hips but this time I stopped him. "Allow me," I said and he grunted as he relented. I raised my hips slightly before slamming myself down again, causing us both to moan. I repeated the movement again, and I threw my head back as I rubbed against his dick. Mr Hadebe used this as an opportunity to nuzzle his head in my neck. I grabbed the back of his head as he bit my neck. "Fuck," I said as I felt my orgasm building. "Are you going to cum? Are you that desperate that you would cum on your kidnapper's lap?" he asked huskily. The insults turned me on further, surprisingly and I bucked against him. "You're really a slut, aren't you?" he asked and I shivered making him chuckle. "Just like that, don't stop," he said breathily. My thighs quivered as my orgasm ripped through me, making my eyes roll back. I panted as I got off him and tried to calm my shivering body. "Did I tell you to cum?" Mr Hadebe asked. "Wh-," I started. "Get on your knees," he demanded. "Make me."