The Don's Sweetener [18+]

15

Daily dose of mental health:

Fuck them hard and fast.

"You think it's a good idea for me to be in a strip club?" Antony asks as the car halts before the back entrance of the Midnight strip-club.

"Why not?" I frown. "What's wrong with you being in a strip club?"

"I am seventeen." He points out.

"I know." I shrug off my suit jacket and throw it into the car before slipping out and shutting the door.

Antony gets out from the other side and walks up to me. "I first entered the strip-club when I was fourteen. And besides you did a pretty great job into investigating the Valentino matter and bringing back the shipment."

"About that...when do we deliver that to the government?" He asks putting on his leather jacket over his plain white shirt.

Weird fashion the kid's got, I'll give him that.

"Tomorrow morning, after they transfer the final sum to our banks."

Antony nods and follows me inside the dimly lit hallway with various colour lights.

"Don De'Marco." Samantha, the owner of the underground brothel purred, latching onto my arm immediately. "What can I get you tonight.

"Your finest for my little brother, here." I smirk and point to Antony.

Samantha grins. "Surely my king. Only the finest for you and the family." I give her a nod.

"This way." Samantha leads the pair of us to a room marked 30. "This is the one of the VIP rooms. Sir ought to wait before I send my collection." She purrs.

"Surely, Sam." I say. "And make sure you have whiskey and fine dinner."

"Of course my lord." She said opens the door of the room thirty, showing Antony where everything was.

I have Antony a hard slap of encouragement on his back and told him to man up before Samantha lead me to my room that she had arranged.

Samantha sat on my lap as I sat on the couch one arm draped over the headrest and the other holding her firm butt. "Who can I get you, Master Hades?" She purred fingering the buttons on my white short before undoing my tie. "I can tell you're tired." She whispered seductively.

On que girl with a tray holding bottle of whiskey and a small bucket of ice came striding in the room. She was wearing a mini red kimono, barely covering her thighs.