I can't believe what I'm seeing. Is this possible. Am I seeing it right? The mafia runs a strip club? What else do I not know?
"What is this Damien?" I asked him, not angrily but surprised and disgusted. This is horrible.
I understand that some women don't have money and need an income, but this? Aren't there other jobs that can be done. Why do they want to humiliate themselves like this.
"You wanted to come here, what's the problem now? This is the mafia and we have clubs like this, I don't even know how many, but this is the best of all when it comes to strip clubs." Disgusting. That's probably where he met Barbara.
"I need a drink." I told him and headed towards the bar but he stopped me.
"Watch what you're doing, this isn't some crappy nightclub and men came here to satisfy themselves, and you're just another girl in the club." Great. I had to come here. What if someone attacks me. I won't show him that I'm afraid, I've come to show how strong I am and how no one can do anything to me.
"Don't worry about me, go do your job, then you'll show me the way to the office, so I can take a look at the business." I replied to which he let go of my hand.
"The office is through that hallway at the end of the club, all the way through the back door. There are two security guards guarding it, I'll tell them to let you in." He said and moved away from me. He continued walking towards somewhere I have no idea where. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's time for me to relax a bit.
If only Rosa and Teresa were here, they would be having fun together now, even though this is a strip club.
I can't watch all this nudity.
"Give me a double whiskey." I told the waiter to which he just nodded and poured me a drink. I sat down on a chair and swallowed it in a second, my throat burning from the force, but I needed this.
The club is not packed with people like a normal nightclub but the men are sitting on the couches and armchairs, which are so luxurious and look so soft and comfortable, it's no wonder it's the best strip club. The girls dance around the bar and strip naked, spreading their legs, while these slimy and disgusting men rub their pants.
I can't believe I came here.
Isabella, you asked for this yourself.
"Another one." I said.
"What's a beautiful, pretty, sweet girl like this working alone in a club like this?" Some sleazy old man came up to me.
I just missed him.
"If you want to live, then you better get away from me if you don't want Damien Altimari to blow your brains out. I'm Isabella Altimari, his wife." As I said that, the old man turned into a ghost, meaning he disappeared in a second.
"That was interesting. You told one lie and he believed it right away." The waiter said, laughing.
"I didn't say anything a lie, that's the truth." I answered him. He got serious and continued doing his job.
I got up from my chair after finishing my drink and took another one that I was holding in my hand. I decided to walk around the club a bit and look at every part of the club to make sure everything was okay even though I didn't know what I was doing.
Without looking where I was walking, I literally crashed into someone like a headless fly, while my drink from my hand ended up on someone else. I looked up and saw a woman in a suit, in her thirties, and behind her were four security guards.
"Sorry, my mistake. I'll pay for the damage that was done." I told her, to which the security guards were right next to her, but she was looking at me with a smile.
