The Mob Boss's Retribution [18+]

09

I have seen my fare share of strip dances on...websites.

Let's not go there.

I've watched women wear leather and rock like a fucking sexy minx.

I looked like a cheap shit

I journeyed to this club, called "Minx" before five in the evening today. After my talk with Roman last night, I figured nobody in this house could help me anyway.

I tried reaching out for Donna Coralyn but as said I was strictly prohibited to step a filthy fucking feet out of the room.

So I asked the maid if she could get and fetch the sweet women.

She refused me saying Donna was out of the estate for her date with boss.

That sounded weird as fuck to my ears so I shut the fuck up.

And then as it was four thirty I was asked to follow the maid out of the room, she lead me to a garage where a car was waiting with this Julian, the third spawn of devil sitting inside.

He flashed me a lopsided grin as I slid on the seat beside him and offered me a cigarette.

I declined.

I wasn't really in a mood to make friends at this particular moment.

I was pissed.

It took us twenty minute to reach the club.

Then I was dragged by a number of women to a brightly lit room with two full wall mirror and a giant make up desk.

One of the girl with pink hair busied herself in measuring my bust, my waist and all that shit.

"You're really one of them good products we got this week." She said with a triumphant grin. "And you've been handpicked by the boss, nonetheless."

I sighed. "And that's important?"

"It's not important." She said. "No. But given that this club only has three or four dancer handpicked by the boss, cock picked rather." The girl giggled.

I feigned a smile. "Glad to know I am one of the A-list."

The girl shook her head. "I have just the costume for you."