My Skin

Chapter two: What does a mafia man need

There was young Master Shawn sitting on a high stool across from the counter. I climbed up the staircase of the round dance floor, walking towards the chair in the middle of the stage where the spotlight was; looking at him dead in the back of his head because it’s his attention that I wanted, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t aware of each and every eyes that stared at me, that acted all out for my attention, that hid in their sits wishing in their minds for my attention, and trust me when I say I’m not being prideful when I say these people would feel satisfied by my approval of them, not even their bosses , not their wives, or their husbands, or their girlfriends, or their boyfriends, can make them squirm under an approval like the way they do when I give them mine and since my job was to make each one of them here seen, like each and every freaking father, mother, husband, wife, situationship, brother, girlfriend whatever, in this freaking strip club were the apple of my eyes; I did exactly that with my demeanor, and oh darn did I feel freaking powerful out of my mind.

But today, as I sat on the chair in the middle to begin a body roll, I had a new target in mind to seduce and that was Young Master Shawn, aged 30 and the wayward son of Mr. Lionel, head of the Snow Tiger Tribe, one of the infamous and most thriving Mafia gangs. The second-best mafia gang was my father’s Chain gang. But my father was falling slowly. I wasn’t trained to be a true child of war, like a child who saw blood and killings, but at least I wasn’t kept naïve about my father’s doing, I was sheltered and spoilt, but then not enough to act like a little rich brat who was always on shopping sprees but spoiled enough to be the most paid stripper in the club, secretive enough to have kept this information from my father; probably because he was focused on the dwindling of his business, piling of his debts, and holding off of thugs here and there, and I was also cunning and ambitious enough to try to seduce the son whose father is the source of all my father’s problem; but the little midget won’t pay attention to my 1st dance routine on stage! I think and huff, sitting back on my prop chair with a thud.

By now I’ve performed my first dance on stage and haven’t even broken a sweat, the whole dance podium that was left for me; the floor where I danced was all littered with dollar bills, looking at these rich people throw these wads of cash at my feet I wondered if I stashed it all, it won’t be able to clear my daddy’s debt, like how much could a mafia leader need? But I knew that it was naïve of me to think that almost a rounding figure of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars would be enough to match up to what my father was worrying about because honestly, that’s what I would spend on a one-week shopping spree.

Switching to plan B, after my failed attempt at A, I start a new routine, pushing my chair aside while doing a body roll, I took of those heels and skillfully kick the chair through a path with my feet, the plan was for it to reach the bar and fall at the feet of Shawn, maybe that would get his attention and then I’d give him a personal display, but when the chair successfully reached the bar, it fell at the feet of some other man in a suit facing the other way and just as I was about to frown my face about my mistake, everybody stopped, I truly got the attention of every single person this time around and if the first time I was exaggerating, this time everybody else was exaggerating because everyone honed a curious expression like expecting what next will happen, then the man with the suit turns around, he too was sitting on a high stool, under the golden bar light and the booming music, his young face was a sight to see, he looked a tad feminine but with a very alluring masculinity, he was fine wine. Besides him was a lady, she looked as pretty and pale as fine, smooth beach sand, she also looked as spoilt as I would’ve been if I decided to go the rich brat way but instead, I chose to be… well, supportive of my father, she looked at me so intensely but it didn’t burn as much as the stare of the man beside her, I also couldn’t stop staring at what a wonderful looking man he was, normally according to the routine, if the chair touched the wrong person, there was no need to apologize because it wouldn’t hurt, and I was just to pick the chair back up and then move back to my initial plan, so doing just that and dragging my eyes away from this new man’s deep black eyes, I lazily dropped my chair by Shawn then took a seat on it, I already had Shawn’s attention from when I kicked the chair and it fell, and since then his eyes were trained on the scene; and since I was the scene, he was pleasantly surprised when I sat by him

“Today must be my lucky day, why are you coming at me,” he said

“Won’t you let me dance on you, then allow me to bore you with why you were chosen?” I said

“I mean, I’d like that too!” he said dropping the glass of beer in his hands spinning around, and parting his legs, he wore on a black pair of jeans, and I bet he was already feeling unlucky with his trouser choice, but then I wasn’t about to play with this dimwits boner

The crowd seeing the twist went wild, and I was sure that people knew who people were there; just that they didn’t know me because I was disguised anyway, so I strutted slowly around Shawn with my very high heels, and I felt his body all around, then I start a lap dance slowly then continue in a pace, going through the whole body routine, the whole crowd was wild and I knew Shawn had found a new flavor in me, of course, I had one job and I would do it fantastically well, I go close to his ear and whisper

“Why don’t we take this elsewhere hmm, talk about this and that”

“You should’ve said that since little lady, I’m all yours either way,” he said, suddenly taking me off my feet I made a little whoops sound, just to be cute, and then he took me to the lounge area of the clubhouse, on a widespread sofa, a few men were spread on the sofa, each man with a woman respectfully, Shawn took me to the middle and sat with me then all of a sudden, he planted his lips on mine and that ticked me off! Immediately I pushed him away, this guy was mannerless!

“Why you being a killjoy, isn’t that what we here for?” he said looking me dead in the eyes, intoxicated with the beer he drank, and as I looked into his eyes I wondered if his drink was spiked because, from the description I got of Shawn being Mr. Lionel’s son, he was a complete rebel and someone backward in his family, that was why I felt he was my perfect target, speaking of target I wonder what I’d end up doing with Shawn now that I had him in the palm of my hands, I never thought of that when I was devising my plan, it was a quick plan I made on my way from school, should I date him? Dupe him of money enough to pay my dad’s debt, or enough to stop my father’s failing business, or perhaps kidnap him for a ransom? No, that would be too troublesome, or perhaps dating him and then being maritally joined to his family could take out the weight on my family, right? Now that was effortlessly disgusting considering marrying Shawn, anyway, I did not want to continue this long line of murder my dad had been doing eventually, so I refuse to come out from a group to join another one that was more bat s**t. So, what do I do with this guy, all my thoughts happened in a few moments, and in the meantime, I had been having a staring contest with Shawn, only that my eyes were seductive pretending to drink in his

Appearance, anyway, this guy’s only cologne was from the alcohol that was oozing strongly from his body and mouth; not that he smelled terrible, but this guy didn’t make much effort in self-care.

“No Mr. Shawn, you are using your mouth, it’s supposed to be the money doing the talking” I came up with an excuse, cause I didn’t know what to say to this man in a personal dialogue

“Mm, indeed “ he took out a wad of cash, they never disappoint “Where should I stash this in?” he asked taking his time looking around my body and I had goosebumps, he was thinking of sticking that stash personally in any of my private parts like it was a personal bank, cause, of course, a stripper isn’t ever gon have a pocket in a bum ass short.

“Let me!” I said about to take the stack from him but he says

“UH, UH UH, I insist, let me!” and his about to shove it in the boobs of my bra top when a guy walks up to his ear, in that moment I take the money from his hands putting it in the waistband of my shorts myself, and he smirks “I’ll be back,” he says and lifts me carefully, sitting me on the sofa

“Get her some drinks” he yelled to a standby waiter “What do you want?” he asked

“Anything will be fine,” I say and he ends up asking the waiter for a Martini, I have no issue with that, I sit there a while, enjoying the show of people making out and telling lies beside me, thankfully no other man approaches me as I sip my drink, I laid back thinking of the eyes of that guy that stared at me like his eyes would scorch me, even when I gave Shawn a lap dance I felt the intense stare at my back, and whenever I turned around, I knew his gaze was on me, I felt like I was dancing for two, he stared unashamedly like he was intrigued by something new, but then somehow he was conversing properly with that little miss snow white, after talking with Shawn I will catch up with that man, I resonated in my mind.