Obey Me

Velvet Room

Vito

"Chefe, she is here," one of my men said.

"Okay, good, bring her to me," I said. Two minutes later, she was brought to my office.

"This is a nice place," she said. I was surprised she spoke first.

"Yes, I am happy with it. I told you this place was much better than that club you used to work at," I told her.

"So, what exactly do you want me to do?" she asked. "All the girls here are." I bet she was intimidated. All the girls here had fake breasts and they were as big as melons. They wore heavy make-up and barely-there outfits. I got up from my chair and rounded my desk.

"Celina," I said in a soft tone. Softer than I am used to. "You can be a bottle girl, something tells me you never wanted to strip naked for money or for men."

"Well, no," she said softly. "Thank you."

"At least this way, you will be able to pay your rent," she stopped breathing for a second. Surely, she was shocked at my knowledge of that fact. She began to work at that s**t hole because she needed to pay her rent. There were details missing, I knew that much but I didn't want to push her for answers. Well, at least not yet.

"Celina, you can start today," she looked nervous but nodded her head. "The bottle girls unlike the dancers have a uniform. I'll send someone to help you."

"Okay,"

"You can go now," I said. I wasn't trying to be rude but I didn't know any other way to be.

An hour later, I went downstairs to look for Celina. She was at a table pouring drinks for some men. She was wearing a tight black skirt with a rhinestone bikini top and matching belt. I was feeling the rage soar through my veins. Every guy's eyes were on her ass. I prayed she didn't bend down. I watched her all night. My regular bottle girls came over to serve me drinks. I didn't pay attention to them as I usually do and they got annoyed at that. I didn't really care. I had my eyes on a new prize. All night, men grabbed her ass or her thigh. She didn't push them away. She smiled as best she could. It drove me crazy but anyone else in her job would do the same. It's how they get good tips. She had an hour left in her shift so I called her up to my office.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked

"No, not at all," I told her. "I just wanted to say you did good tonight," I told her she could work 4 nights a week. She seemed happy but I couldn't tell.

Later that night, I had more business to take care of.

There were a few drug dealers selling weed on my territory without my permission. I didn't like drugs. I knew what they did to good people. I made sure that in my city that s**t never gets out of hand. You can't stop people from using if they want to use but I won't have them overtaking my city. We went over to the block they were at and made sure they got the message to not bring that s**t here. I do a lot of s**t some that may not be legal but I protect my city and those who live here. I offer a price for my protection but that is my right. I lay down my life for the city so I should get some reward for it.

"Vito," Antonio called.

"Yeah,"

"We heard Greg tried to call Celina,"

"Make the message very clear this time," I ordered my men to cut some of his fingers off. If he didn't stop trying to call Celina, we would make sure he no longer had the ability to.

Another two weeks went by, I didn't like seeing Celina with other men. They were getting more aggressive and touching what they shouldn't. Celina just smiled and kept doing her job. I was going to lose my mind if I watched another day of this.

"Send Celina to my office," I told my club manager.

Five minutes later

"Sir," she didn't just call me sir. f**k me.

"Celina," I took a deep breath. I think she assumed I was angry.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing, I want you to give a private dance to a special client of ours," I told her.

"What? Why?" I looked at her intently. "I mean, um sure, I guess."

"They are willing to pay triple what you make now and I have seen what you can do, so I know you will do a good job," I told her.

"Oh," she looked nervous. "Okay. Do I start tonight?"

"Yes, Mr. Marcelo will be here very soon. Go to the velvet room and wait for him." She nodded and left my office.

The velvet room was one of our main private rooms where customers could get private dances from our many dancers. What happens in there is their business. Tonight, Celina was going to meet Marcelo. He was probably a more dangerous and crazier man than I was.

The lights were dim. Only the stage was illuminated.

"Hello," her soft voice spoke.

"What's your name?"

"Celina," she said.

"Dance for me,"

"Um,"

"NOW!" she didn't answer my loud request. She got onto the small circular stage in the center of the room and began to sway her hips to the music playing lightly in the background. "Perfect."

"Take your skirt off," I heard her gasp softly. She slowly placed her fingers around the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down slowly. She bent down with her legs straight as she picked it up and threw it aside. She was a pro.

"Do you always dress like this when you dance?"

"Um, no, I am not a dancer," she said nervously. "I didn't know I was going to dance for you tonight."

"Well, next time, wear something more appropriate,"

"Next time," I could notice her hands were trembling.

"Keep dancing,"