The Stripper's Mafia Alpha

CH. 2 - Olympus

Chapter Two .

Xenarya’s Point Of View .

Throughout the day, Mr. McLaren and I interacted in fleeting moments, exchanging pleasantries and discussing business matters . The s****l tension hung thick in the air, a palpable current between us that crackled with electricity . Yet, despite the magnetic pull we felt, we kept our interactions strictly professional, careful not to cross any boundaries .

I watched him as he moved about the office, his every gesture captivating my attention. The way his hand brushed back his dark, tousled hair, the way his eyes crinkled with laughter, it all added to his enigmatic allure. Each encounter fuelled my curiosity, leaving me yearning for something more .

As the day progressed, the weight of tomorrow’s meeting and the impending night at the strip club pressed upon me . The dual nature of my life threatened to unravel the delicate balance I had established . Shadows of secrets clung to my every step, whispering of a past I had fought hard to bury .

The clock finally struck the end of the workday, marking the beginning of another chapter in my double life. I packed my belongings, determined to face the night with resilience. Mr. McLaren offered a brief nod of acknowledgement, his eyes lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary, igniting an emotion from within me but I did not have enough time or energy to think about what that emotion could be .

After the long day I had and the longer night I was about to have … a nap was the first thing on my schedule as soon as I got home .

I woke up from my nap, groggy and disoriented. The dim light of the room slowly seeped into my consciousness as I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep . My gaze fell upon the cluttered desk, covered in business files and papers, reminding me of my mundane nine-to-five job . Working for Mr. Alexandros was just a means to an end, a disguise for the true nature of my existence . As much as I enjoyed my work for Mr. McLaren, I knew that it was not the end all and be all of my life . stripping paid for the degree that even got me the job that allowed me to work in his company . sometimes I did actually like being Athena and commanding the room while seducing those around me and making them fall for my charm .

I sifted through the files, my mind already racing ahead to the night that lay before me . As the sun began its descent, I packed up my bag, preparing for my other job – a night-time dancer, a seductress for the most elite of clients . I left behind the façade of Xenarya, the diligent employee, and stepped into the skin of Athena, a name befitting the enigmatic realm I was about to enter .

Driving through the city streets, the passing lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colours . Australia was a far cry from the places I found myself in while in the land of slumber and dreams, a land where secrets thrived beneath the veneer of normalcy . The high-end club that held the key to my nocturnal existence was nestled in the heart of the city . It was a sanctuary for the extraordinary, a place where fantasy and reality collide …either that or I get too high off the air and I lose myself in the environment .

Parking my car, I made my way to the club’s entrance . The air buzzed with anticipation, pulsating with the energy of hidden desires. I recognized the bouncer, a towering figure named Marcus, who had become a friend over time . He motioned for me to follow him, leading me to the back room . It was here that the blindfold awaited me, a shroud of mystery that veiled the path to Olympus .

My heartbeat quickened as the fabric covered my eyes, temporarily stealing away my sight . Marcus guided me, his firm grip ensuring I wouldn’t stumble . The car ride was quite pleasant and as usual, I passed out for a few moments and those few moments were the most peaceful of moments . I could hear the light sounds of water as we passed a stream , small waterfall, fountain or body of water before I fully awoke and got surrounded by the silence . The silence was broken only by the muffled sounds of distant music and the soft rustle of unseen figures .

Moments stretched into eternity until the blindfold was finally removed . As my vision cleared, I found myself standing in the midst of the club . It was a realm of decadence and temptation, where identities were shed and replaced by sultry alter egos . The walls were adorned with ornate sculptures and paintings, paying homage to the gods and goddesses of ancient times .

I stood outside the imposing door, my hand trembling as I reached for the polished brass handle . The air in the dimly lit hallway was heavy with a mix of anticipation and dread. Being the right hand of a Mafia boss had its perks, but it also meant walking a tightrope between loyalty and self-preservation .

I was Xenarya, a name only known to a select few. Inside the walls of the mysterious and enigmatic strip club called Olympus, my identity transformed into Athena . It was a place where secrets thrived, and darkness whispered it’s seductive promises. But even within this realm of shadows, there were boundaries I dared not cross .

No one truly knew Zeus, or Alpha Zeus, as he was often called . He was an enigma, a figure shrouded in myth and power. As I prepared myself mentally, I couldn’t help but wonder what lay behind that door . What secrets, what demands awaited me in his office?

My vision was soon assaulted by the vibrant, pulsating lights of the club . The familiar scent of the mystery spray enveloped me, heightening my senses and veiling me in an aura of allure . I became Athena, the embodiment of sensuality and control . At this point getting the spray was the most casual part of my day but I knew that I should have probably questioned it by now but I always decided to just go with it .

Athena was born in this sacred realm, her allure and grace heightened by the flickering lights and the pounding rhythm of the music . I moved through the crowd, my steps blending with the ebb and flow of the patrons, each one craving their own escape from reality .

Interactions were fleeting, conversations meaningless . I engaged in shallow banter, exchanging pleasantries with clients who sought only a fleeting connection . Their eyes glistened with desire, but their souls remained distant and detached .

As I glided through the crowd, my hips swaying with calculated grace, I engaged in fleeting interactions with the club’s patrons . Superficial conversations and empty laughter filled the air, disguising the weight of the night's true purposev. I played my role, enticing and teasing, all while maintaining a vigilant eye on my surroundings .

It was Sandy, a fellow dancer and confidante, who delivered the message that sent shivers down my spine . The big boss needed to see me . Fear coiled around my heart, reminding me of the consequences that awaited those who displeased Alpha Zeus . The mere thought of facing his wrath made my palms dampen with nervous sweat .

Fear coiled within me as I took a deep breath, desperately hoping that I had remained in his good graces . Unlike Mr McLaren, Alpha Zeus, the enigmatic figurehead of Olympus, was a ruthless man whose power extended far beyond the boundaries of the club . I knew his true identity, a secret that bound me to him, leaving me with limited options and the constant reminder that my life hung by a thread .

Summoning all my courage, I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with a mixture of hope and trepidation . With each step towards his office, the weight of my loyalty pressed upon me . The path ahead narrowed, leaving me with limited options . Death seemed to be the only way out if I dared to betray his trust .

Finally, I reached the threshold of his domain . My hand hovered over the doorknob, feeling the coldness against my fingertips . The metal seemed to pulse with an energy of its own, as If it held the answers to my destiny . I closed my eyes, gathering my resolve, before turning the handle and pushing the door open .

The room beyond was a blend of opulence and menace . Soft leather chairs surrounded a large mahogany desk, where Zeus sat, his piercing gaze fixed upon me . The silence stretched between us, pregnant with unspoken expectations .

My heart thundered in my chest as I entered, closing the door behind me . I took a step forward, my eyes never leaving his face . I could feel the weight of his scrutiny, his power and dominance radiating through the room .

“Xenarya,” he finally spoke, his voice low and commanding . “You have proven yourself to be a valuable asset. Loyalty is a currency I cherish above all .”

I nodded, my voice caught in my throat, unable to find its way out. My training has taught me the importance of silence in the presence of power. I hoped that my obedience would be enough to keep me on his good side.

He leaned back in his chair, studying me with a calculating gaze . Shadows danced across his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his features . In that moment, I felt as though I stood on the precipice of a decision that would shape my fate .

The night was filled with turmoil and confusion but little did I know that it was only the beginning .