Don't Go (Jenlisa Adaptation)

49. Special

This story is adapted from the original story 'Don't Go' by emjaywrites. This is just an adaptation! All rights belong to the original owner.

Enjoy and thank you for reading :)

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At 18 years old, Lisa finally reached America. She was the Pranpriya. No one knew her real name anymore.

Lisa was weak; The Pranpriya was the devil.

She sighed as she entered through customs. America was much different than what she had imagined.

Why had she wanted to come here again?

She shook her head, establishing herself in this new place.

"Ma'am?" She looked at her subordinate.

"Yes?"

"We have a meeting with some of the Italians here."

She cocked her head. "Okay. Let's go."

She traveled to New York, where she met the Vitale. They welcomed her, and told her to enjoy some of their woman.

She blinked. "Enjoy them how?" She asked.

Jackson chuckled. "You are funny. I know they have sex in Russia don't they?"

She frowned. "Of course. Otherwise there would be no one there."

Jackson frowned. She was strange.

"Right. Well we have a pleasure hall. Enjoy yourself. The woman are willing and beautiful."

She nodded, following a guide to the pleasure hall.

What did they mean by pleasure she wondered? What difference would it make between woman and men?

She didn't quite understand it, but figured it would be important, since it kept being brought up.

The woman swarmed her, enjoying her face and body.

She swatted them away. "Why are you touching me?" She asked, her eyes narrowing.

They frowned for a moment, looking at one another with smirks.

"Oh? You've never had a woman's touch?"

She frowned. "Many woman have touched me."

They giggled. "How are you The Pranpriya if you've never had sex?"

"Sex is not for pleasure. It's for reproduction," She intoned. "What pleasure could be derived from such a useless action?"

They eyed her, gleaming. "Sex can be pleasure. But it's more than pleasure. Sex can be power?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Power?"

"Sex is about money, power and pleasure."

I must be strong. Powerful and rich.

"Okay, teach me." She ordered.

Everyone in Russia was afraid of her. She hadn't heard of this. She knew some of the men she commanded had women, but she assumed it was to have children.

For the next few months, Lisa established a base in America, and learned of pleasure and sex at the Pleasure Hall.

She allied with the Vitale, deciding since they had taught her so much, she shouldn't try to kill them.

That's what Jennie would say, a small voice in the back of her head.

Thought she found that she didn't exactly feel much pleasure during intercourse, she learned it did indeed have power.

So she filed it away as a weapon.

"Don't you have someone special?" One of the women asked her once after a night of instruction.

She looked at her. "Special?"

"Someone you want to share everything with? Someone you want to give your body and heart?"

Her body and heart? Special to her?

"Yes," She answered vaguely. "Jennie. I'm going to marry her one day."

"Jennie Huh? She sounds nice."

She narrowed her eyes. Nice? "Yes, she was."

The woman smiled. "Well I hope she isn't taken."

"Taken?"

"Yeah, like someone is already with her."

"Her parents are with her," She informed the lady.

"No, no. Like romantically?"

Lisa gave her a puzzled face.

She rolled her eyes.

"Is there someone else special to her like she's special to you?"

She thought about it. "No. No she promised we would get married. Jennie does not break her promises."

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