Entangled With The Mafia Boss

Chapter Three

Andrea looks at his outstretched arm waiting for a handshake. I can’t just agree to work for him without having any idea where the hell I’ll be working.

Andrea takes her hands to the back and crosses them. “No”.

“Why?”, The masked man asks in that enhanced voice of his.

“Why should I go work for you when I have absolutely no idea where the hell I’ll be working? Why the hell will I even work for a company or whatever it is you own, where the boss wears a frigging mask? Hhm? Tell me Mr. Masked man, why should I?”. She moves her hands back to the front and crosses them.

“So what you’re basically saying is that you won’t agree to work for me until you see me without the mask?”.

“And hear you speak without the voice enhancer also. Yes, that is correct”.

“Fine then, let’s up the conditions”. He walks back to the bed and picks up his clothes, wearing them back and looking like nothing had happened earlier. “If you want to see me without the mask and hear my voice without the enhancer, you not only have to work for me as my personal assistant in a company that I own which does exist, but you’ll also have to pleasure me whenever I want you to”.

“Hell to the FÜCKING NO! I will not be your séx toy”

“I’m not asking you to be my séx toy, I have enough women already for that. I am asking you, Eliza”, taking long strides towards her, he continues. “To pleasure me whenever I feel like it”.

“That’s the same thing as a séx toy you dumb squirt!”.

“No, it’s not. Because you’ll not only pleasure me, I’ll also do the same. I’ll make you feel things you never thought you could feel. I’ll make you realize that there’s a whole lot more to séx than you realize. That’s completely different from being my séx toy because I honestly do not give a damn about them or their feelings but I will give a damn about yours”.

“The answer is still no so go fück yourself”. As Andrea turns to walk out of the room, the Director’s words come back to her.

“As I said, you are to do anything to get his attention and his and his men’s trust and if that means having to sell your body then…..”.

She sighs and pauses in her tracks.

“What? Did you change your mind?”. The masked man asks in a mocking manner.

“Since we’re upping conditions, here’s mine”, Andrea says turning back around.

“Go on”.

“I don’t need your permission to speak!”, She snaps. “If you want me to agree to your conditions, if you have to get rid of your… Séx toys. All of them. I will not share you with them”.

“Hm, somebody is getting jealous”. He chuckles.

“I AM NOT JEALOUS!”, she takes a deep breath before continuing. “I’m just being safe, who knows what kind of diseases you might end up contracting from one of them. I noticed you didn’t wear a cóndom when you fücked those girls”.

“Of course you did”, he smirks and she rolls her eyes. “Tell me though, why did you change your mind?”.

“I need the job. A better paying job and”, she looks down at her outfit. “A decent one”.

“I honestly do not mind the dressing. The way your bööbs are straining against the really tight tube like they might break out anytime soon, the really short length of the dress that shows your flawless thighs and legs and leaves little or nothing to the imagination. The way the dress makes it very easy to slip a finger up your…….”.

“Okay! That’s enough”.

“It’s a sight to behold honestly”.

“Whatever”. The masked man stretches forth his hand to Andrea for a handshake.

“So is that a yes?”.

“You haven’t agreed to my condition.

“Fine then, I promise. No more séx toys as long as you keep the end of your agreement”.

“Then Yes, it’s a Yes”. Then she shakes him, sealing their deal.

“After you then”, the masked man points to the door and they both walk out of the room, making their way down the stairs. “We’ll be leaving the club together. As from now on, you’ll be living in my house”.

“You should have said that sooner”, she grits.

“Yeah I should have but now I’m saying it. You’re coming with me”.

“Fine then!, Just give me a few minutes to change”.

“No”.

“What?”.

“Don’t change out of the outfit, I like seeing you this way. When we get to my place, you can change”. She glares at him but doesn’t argue.

“Can I at least got with the clothes I came here in?”.

“No. Let’s go”. He gently pushes her forward and she walks ahead of him, a huge scowl on her face. When they get outside, he leads her to his car. A black Mercedes Benz. One of the driver opens the door to the back seat and Andrea climbs in.

“Aurelio”, the masked man calls after making sure Andrea is locked in and unable to hear their conversation.

“Sir?”.

“Run a background check on Eliza. I don’t her last name but I’m sure her first name is Elizabeth, short for Eliza and I’m sure you’ll be able to work something out. I want the result on my office table first thing in the morning”.

“Yes sir”. The masked man nods at him and gets into the car.

“Nice car”, Andrea comments and he chuckles. “I have a question for you”.

“Hold on”, he says and presses a button. A partition comes up, separating the driver’s side from the passenger’s side at the back. “I’m listening”.

“Why were you so persistent on having me work for you? You haven’t even tested if I’m competent enough to work as your PA but still you hired me. And I’m pretty sure there are many competent and decent people out there who don’t have to dress half naked to make a frigging penny. And I’m ninety percent positive that you have a personal assistant. So, why me?”.

He turns to look at her but she can’t tell his expression since his eyes are still hidden behind the shades. “You intrigue me that’s why. And I’m hundred percent sure you’re competent enough to be my personal assistant, tested or not tested. And I need someone with a sharp mouth, someone who is bold, doesn’t give a damn about what the others think of her and is brutally honest no matter the situation to handle my business associates and you Eliza, are that someone".

“How can you tell? We only just met”.

“I’m very good at reading people”.

“Oh!”. She says and turns back to facing the driver’s seat. “I have another question”, she says after a few minutes of silence.

“What is it?”.

“I noticed something when you were busy…. With those girls. I noticed that you didn’t have a… Urmm…. Release. Not once. Do you happen to have a problem?”.

The masked man snorts. “No. I’m perfectly fine, I just haven’t found someone capable of making me c*m”.

“Then it means you have a problem”.

“I do not have a problem!”, He snaps. “I sleep with women to get pleasure but I never do. When it comes to my séxual life things don’t really go the way I planned. It seems like my dîck is picky”.

“Hm, so you’re just going to keep sleeping with women till you find the one that can give you pleasure?”.

“Perhaps”. She looks at him with pity and he glares at her but she doesn’t see it. “Don’t give me that look!!”, He grits.

“Sorry”, she says insincerely. “It must really hurt not getting the one thing you desire the most”.

“Shut up Eliza”, he growls and she chuckles.

“What about turning you on? Are they able to do that?”. He doesn’t respond. “C’mon, it’s just the two of us here”. She smiles, but the smile is too wide to look sincere.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”.

“Yes, I am. Answer the question Mr. Masked man”.

“No. They aren’t”.

“But your stuff was erected when that girl touched you”.

“Dîck not stuff, Dîck or pènis but definitely not stuff”.

She rolls her eyes in frustration. “Whatever! Just answer the question”.

“But you didn’t ask a question”, he smirks.

“Why you….. Fine! Why was your…..”.

“Dîck?”.

“Yeah, that, why was it erected when she touched you?”.

“It was because I used something. My doctor gave me something to use, testosterone, séx stimulant. It helped. I use it anytime I’m about to engage in anything séxual”.

“Ouch!”, Andrea snickers and he sighs. “How long until we get to your place?”.

“Soon”, he murmurs.

“Do you think the testosterone has worn off?”.

“Why?”

“Just answer the question Mr. Masked man”.

“It should have. Why?”.

“I wanna try something”. She says and moves closer to him. “It’s been a while I…. Touched a man”. She traces her fingers up his thighs then pauses. “May I touch you?”.

“Yes”, he says. His voice turning huskier than it already is.

She continues tracing her fingers up his thighs and stops dangerously close to his gróin. She slowly undoes his belt, button and zipper making sure to gently brush her finger against his gróin.

She slips her hand in and gently palms his through his briefs before grabbing a hold of it still through his briefs. She feels him twitch around her fingers.

“It’s…. It’s thick”, she whispers.

“Hm”, the masked man groans, swallowing a mouth full of saliva. He grabs the hand she has on him and slips her finger into his briefs, making her to touch him without any barrier. “Hm”, he groans again. He raises himself up slightly and pulls down his trousers along with his briefs to his knee.

Andrea c***s her head to the side, looking at him with an amused expression. “You’re aroused”.

“I… Suppose I am”. He says and looks at Andrea strangely. She smiles at him this time sincerely. And they stay like that, looking at each other until the driver hits the partition.

“We’re here sir”. The masked man presses a button and speaks.

“You can go. We’ll be out in a minute”.

“Alright sir”. They hear the sound of the car door opening and closing then they’re left alone in the car.

“Why will be out in a minute?”, Andrea asks.

“Because I wanted to do this”. He lifts her up and places her on his thighs so that she’s facing him with her legs spread apart. He removes both of her heels and adjusts them both.

He slides his palms up her thighs and under her dress, pushing it up. Then slowly rubs her clît through her panties. Andrea let’s out a sigh and wraps her hands around his neck and places her forehead on his.

“There are so many things I want to do to you Eliza. So many sinful things. Which is weird because I’ve never felt like this with any of the women I’ve met so far. There’s something about you”, he whispers.

“Then do them”, she whispers back.

“When was the last time you had séx?”, The masked man asks.

“Why does that matter?”.

“I need to know”.

“Six years ago. It… It was my first time. He was my first boyfriend”.

“And did you enjoy it? Did he make you feel… Good? Did he make you feel like you were floating in the air? What did you feel when he did it?”.

“Nothing”, she says, her voice turning harsh. “I didn’t feel anything”.

“And why is that? Wasn’t he good?”.

Andrea bites her lower lip not willing to respond. The masked man traces finger on her lower lip. “Talk to me, it’s just the two of us here”.

“He was more concerned about pleasuring himself than me. I…. I never came, not the first time nor the second. When he was done, he left. I did the rest myself. I touched myself till I had an orgâsm. It was the worst first time experience. I always…. Try to forget it”.

“Was he rough?”.

“Yes, he didn’t take it slow. He… He was rough through out”, she bites her lip again.

He wipes the tears from her eyes. She didn’t even realize she was crying. She really hates herself for that, for crying because she feels crying makes one weak. No one never takes a woman who cries seriously. The world already sees women as weak how much more when they show just a little bit of weakness. It’s over for that woman, she’ll never be taken seriously again.

“Shh, it’s okay. He’s not worth the tears”.

“He did, he did make me feel good during the foreplay. It was everything until he started to thrûst”. She sniffs then wills her tears to stop.

“Where is he now?”.

“He’s dead. Died when he turned nineteen. He was drunk driving”. Not the truth though, I can’t risk telling him what really happened or he might look it up and find out I’m not who I say I am. It’s too early to be found out. He might just kill me on the spot if he finds out. Though, for someone who is claimed to be brutal and merciless in all his dealings, known to torture both men and women alike for information and to kill without hesitation, he’s awfully nice to me. I’m starting to find it really difficult to believe he really is in the Mafia. I really hope this isn’t a set up.

“Well then, that’s good. No offense to him”. The masked man smirks and Andrea giggles which ends up turning into a gasp when he slips his finger into her panties and gently strokes her.

“Oh my God”. She whispers.

“Should I stop?”.

“No, please no”. She watches as his painfully looking erect dîck twitches. She licks her lips and she stares at it with longing. He notices and chuckles.

“Would you like to have it in you?”, He asks and she nods. “Use your words Eliza”.

“Yes, yes please”. He chuckles again and shakes his head.

“Not yet”. He tries to take out his finger but then she grabs him by the wrist.

“You can’t just leave me wanting. Please, touch me. Please”. She whispers.

He smirks. “No, I will not”.

“Why not?”, She whines.

“Because I don’t want your first experience with me to be in a car”.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”.

“Yes, I am. Very much”, he grins. She glares at him and gets down from his thighs then adjusts her dress while he wears back his briefs and trousers, throwing the belt around his neck. “Shall we?”. He asks and she nods. They both open the door to their sides and walk out.

My undercover job has just officially started.