Dancing For The Mafia

2

Eliana

The elevator doors opened and we walked out to another dimly lit hallway. The music on the first floor still vibrated under my feet as I walked. "Peter."

I caught myself from bumping into the man in front of me and took a step back. He turned around and I did after him. A large man with sunglasses was walking towards us, "Is this another whore?"

"Yes." Peter looked at me and I stared curiously back at him, "Are you done with the others?"

The man scoffed, "Wasn't much to see." He took a shaded look at me before walking pass, "This one has an ass and a body on her, promising." He reached for one of the closed the doors, "I'll be waiting."

I kept my eyes on Peter and swallowed my frustration, "Is that your Uncle?" I was hoping my voice didn't sound agitated.

Peter nodded, "He's a bit of a character come on." He led me to the same door his Uncle disappeared behind. The room was the same deep purple as the downstairs room. Soft music echoed in the cooled room. A large brown couch in front of a softly lit stage with a pole. Peter's Uncle was already resting against it.

"Peter make a drink for the three of us." His Spanish accent was thick in his voice.

I refused, "No thank you I don't—"

"He will make a drink for the three of us."

Peter whispered to me, "The alcohol will help with the nerves, trust me he knows what he's doing." He ventured to the right side of the room and prepared us drinks from a standing rack.

His Uncle called me over, "Come take a seat." I walked over to the couch and sat down one end. He looked at me, "Have you ever danced on stage before?"

"Yes I have." He cocked his head to the side waiting for me to continue, "They paid crap. I left." Saying I was from Spain would give the American ruse away.

Peter came to the couch with the drinks and I took a sip as they did, my face contouring slightly from how strong it was. "Finish your drink and show us."

It took me a second to down the glass of Peter's alcohol concoction; the burning sensation mellowing out smooth across my skin as I walked on stage. I took off my wedges and reached for the pole. The cool metal sent a familiar shiver down my arm and my eyes settled on the men on the couch.

Peter was still sipping on his drink as he watched, his Uncle attentive and ready. I exhaled and spun.

I've jokingly played with Lucia on our own pole in the apartment from time to time but this was different. They weren't watching with exciting, loving and adoring eyes. They were being critical and judgmental. I pressed my body against the pole as I slowly spun my body down it. I had to be perfect.

The alcohol did calm my nerves and made spinning against the pole much easier. Peter rubbed his lips as he looked at me and I looked away feeling a nagging in between my thighs.

"Stop." I lined my body upright and pulled down my jean skirt. My cheeks on fire as I caught my breath. DeLeón adjusted his shades, "Give Peter a lap dance."

"What?" I blurted out breathlessly and Peter sat up in his seat. "I'm not..." I bit my tongue, "The pay?"

He chuckled, "The starting pay is 4000 dollars a night. Give Peter a lap dance bitch."

I held onto the pole tightly in annoyance before eventually letting go and walking towards Peter. His grey eyes were dark as he stared up at me with a need. I felt the nerves slip in again as I looked back at him, the heat returning to my face. I slowly started to move erotically, touching my body with my hands as we held eye contact. I lowered my body onto Peter and he twitched a bit against the couch. I ran my hand down his chest, feeling his define muscles underneath his shirt.

I smirked at him and teased as I lightly grinded myself on him, "Do you like that?"

I backed away, turning around and continued to emphasize my curves as I danced in front of Peter. "Stop." DeLeón stood up from the couch, "Get your shoes, Peter when I beep you bring the whore."

Peter nodded and I resisted the urge to trip him as he walked past us to the door. "What does that—"

Suddenly I was pulled back by my waist and Peter's mouth was against my ear. The burst of his hard sweet cologne consumed me as his touch burned, "Where'd you learn to dance like that hmmm?"

The nagging between my legs became insatiable with his touch and his arousal against my ass. I could feel his lips against my neck and his hand ran up my heated thighs that opened for him. "Tell me."

I grabbed the arm of the couch, "Wait..." His fingers rubbed me above my underwear and I gasped melting into him whimpering, "Please..."

"Tell me then." He teased my clit and I moaned softly itching to rip off my underwear so he could please me. He kissed along my neck, his breath hot against my skin, "I won't do it unless you tell me."

I could feel his erection dig deeper into me and I rubbed myself against him. He grunted against my ear and nipped my ear lobe, "It's something about you..."

He pulled back the band of my underwear and felt around me, "You're so fucking wet for me..." He slipped in a finger as he rubbed my clit and I bit down on my bottom lip letting a small moan escape my throat, "Such a good girl beautiful."

He put his mouth against my neck and grabbed the inside of my thigh pulling my legs apart further. I let out a louder unexpected moan as he added another finger increasing his consistent motion. "Fuck Peter..." I shut my eyes closed and pressed my body into his further.

He didn't let up, "Three fingers deep and I don't even know your name." He chuckled, "What is it baby?"

"Eliana..." I groaned out and I grabbed the back of his neck inching the lower half of my body up. He pushed my hips down and his fingers deeper inside me.

I moaned out louder, not caring who could hear me, "That's it, let everyone know you're coming for me."

I finished on his fingers and his cool breath fanned my neck, "Fuck you're going to be a problem Eliana."

A small little beep filled the room and Peter slowly stood up, standing me upright. I pulled my skirt down and fixed myself up as best I could. I glanced over at Peter and my cheeks caught on fire finding him already staring. "No more of that shy shit now..." He pulled me in and grabbed my ass, "You're mine."

I felt my front pulse at the absence of his fingers, Lucia is going to kill me.

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End of Chapter Two.