BOUGHT BY THE MAFIA BOSS

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Why had she run off like a coward she scolded herself. This was a first for her. She had often left her previous clients drained and wasted and walked out majestically. She had never run from any of them. And most importantly she was the one giving them pleasure and satisfying them not the other way round. Who was this guy she thought. He was the first client that had satisfied her and pleasured her since she began working here for the past three years. She was always assigned some old man who just lay back and let her do all the work or some young man who was more interested in satisfying himself first. She was usually in control but tonight she was not. And added to that he was a handsome devil. She remembered the cocky grin on his face and the way he smiled at her daringly. She had to get it together she told herself. She hoped they never met again even though she doubted the possibility of that. Somewhere at the back of her mind, she wanted them to meet again and relive tonight, but another part of her could not bring herself to face him.

She had run home quickly after the night's event. She had taken permission from her Mistress Madam Fernanda stating that she had an emergency to attend to. Madam Fernanda had let her off the hook because she knew Elena for being punctual and hardworking. And her clients always gave good testimonies. So she let her leave early for the night.

Madam Fernanda owned the biggest, most discreet and exquisite brothel in all of Mexico. From government officials to mafia lords and billionaires who could afford the services she offered she was at their service. She was let off the hook because she did not force any of the girls in to it. They willingly came to her and asked to be employed. She paid them salaries and allowed them to take tips from those generous enough to offer it. She however did not employ any and everybody. You had to try hard enough to convince her and you had to have a killer body. when elena came three years ago sobbing and crying to her, Madam Fernanda almost rejected her because she did not take people in out of pity. She wanted girls that were confident, brave and bold. Elena had come after her father was killed in a gang war and her mother out of fear and desperation ran away, leaving her and her junior sister. It was so chaotic and she hated thinking about it. Some gun men had come to their house and while they were on the run, their father got shot and their mother took off in the opposite direction and asked them to keep running without turning back. She and her sister ran several kilometers and did not come back until everything had quietened down. They lived on the streets, begging for food and water. When they finally returned to their destroyed home, there was nothing left for them anymore. Elena had cried as she ran to THE BEAU which is what Madam Fernanda's brothel was called. On the outside ,it looked like a basic building and painted with dull colors. But on the inside, it was exquisitely furnished and sophisticated. It even had a gambling room in it. It was a five storey building with about fifty sophisticated rooms. Each room belonged to a particular girl. She had those working the morning, afternoon and night shifts. Elena had been on her night shift when she met the huge intimidating man that made her toes curl up as she reminisced their intense love making. No this was her job, not love making. The girls were adressed by their room numbers and not by name. They did not use their names there and they hardly met each other. You just come to work, satisfy your customers and leave.

When she came with her tear soaked face and sunken eyes, the receptionist at THE BEAU refused to let her see the madam. But she begged and begged and cried, until Madam Fernanda asked to let her in. She looked her up and down and clearly told her

' you will not survive here'

' i will ma'am'

' do you even know what happens here'

' i do , and i am ready to do anything'

' i only accept girls that are brave, and daring. you can not come in here crying like a baby and expect me to give you this kind of job'

She wiped her tears and looked at her.

' now go home and think about what it is that you really want to do. This is not a place for crybabies'

Elena left that day, her eyes set with determination. She came back two weeks later looking like a rich w***e. She had checked their house for some valuables and sold them. She used the proceeds to get herself good sexy clothes,heels and purses. When she went to see Madam Fernanda, the receptionist was shocked at the transformation. She even wore makeup. She did not cry. She stopped crying two weeks ago after she had first been here. Now she was back and better. The receptionist took her in to see the madam. She looked at elena up and down and asked her to sit.

' you look better ' she said

' i feel better'

She had never smoked before, but when madam offered her a cigeratte, she took it and let her light it for her. She took little puffs to avoid choking and to avoid spoiling the reputation she was trying hard to maintain in front of Madam Fernanda.

' you are sure you want to work here' she asked elena seriously.

' yes i am'

What did she have to lose she asked herself. Her father was never there for them. He was always out with his boss on some business trip or the other. He hardly came home, and whenever he did he would be so drunk he could not stand. His job was more important to him than his family. This plus the reason that he died in a gang war made her hate gangs and the mafia. Her mother had given up on their father and started having an affair some man she did not know. One time she had caught them in her parents' room. She cried bitterly and did not tell anyone about it. She was so angry that she refused to ask them for anything. She finished highschool and started working as a waitress to support herself and her sister

She read through the contract and signed it. She had had s*x before so it was no big deal. She remembered her first and only boyfriend whom she broke up with because she said her life was a mess. And after the gang war, they lost touch and had not seen each other for years.

That is how she came to find herself working here. It was not the kind of future she wanted, but she was willing to sacrifice it all for her sister. She too was tired of suffering, she wanted a better life. The job paid well, and she often received tips from her clients. She worked in the first room on the third floor so she was called 301- night because she worked the night shift.

She emptied a full bottle of wine as she thought about the handsome tattooed man that made her beg. She dreamt of sucking his c**k again and having him have his way with her.