The Mafia's Obsession

"Do I really need to do this?" Evie asked. Tears stained her pale cheek as she tried so hard to stop herself from sobbing.

"Yes," the woman sitting beside the bathtub in the bathroom replied. Her hands caressed Evie's wet hair and face tenderly.

"I'm sorry, baby girl," she whispered into Evie's ear softly.

"No, you're not," Evie croaked. Her throat was too dry for anything else.

"Why are you making me do this. I'm not one of your whores! You can't just order me around like some kind of prostitute!" Her voice rose once more as tears poured down her cheeks.

"But don't you remember, your father sold you to me. You are one of my girls now, and I'll be ordering you around for as long as I want."

Her words were like daggers to Evie's heart. Every time she was reminded of her father's betrayal it felt like a knife twisting deeper inside her chest.

She still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that my own father had sold his only daughter to a brothel owner. It made no sense at all.

Why would he sell me off like I was nothing but a piece of property? She thought. She could feel the tears starting again. She buried her head into the woman's shoulder and wept harder than before.

Violetta, the woman she'd been talking to, gently stroked her back while whispering endearments into Evie's ear. "Don't worry, sweetie. Everything will be okay. Just take deep breaths and relax. I know this is going to be your first time. It's going to hurt, but it won't last long."

Evie nodded, swallowing hard as she took in a shuddering breath. The woman was right. Deep breathing did help. The sound of the running water filled the room, drowning everything else out.

"Remember, your work is to make sure the man has fun while he's here. That means you have to please him. You never get to leave until he does. Understand?" Violeta spoke as she continued to stroke Evie's hair.

Evie eyes widened as she bit down on her lip. She never imagined losing her virginity this way. To a man she hadn't even met.

He could be anyone.

This whole ordeal made her feel sicker. She had no idea what could come next or why I was being forced to do something so horrible, yet she knew she had needed to obey. She had no choice.

She was now the property of Club X. A place where men paid thousands, if not millions of dollars just to use women, force them to their will, and violate their bodies.

"You're doing great. Keep breathing, sweetie," Violeta spoke as she led Evie out of the shower and covered her in a white robe.

She took her to a dressing room where a group of women stood waiting.

They each wore a different color of lingerie. Each girl looked beautiful in whatever outfit they chose.

Evie felt nervous as she took off her robe and stepped into the room. Exposed couldn't even explain how she felt. It was almost as though someone had stripped away her identity.

She was asked to pick a lingerie set that would fit her body type. At first she was hesitant to do so, I but after seeing the looks on the faces of the other girls, She decided to go with red.

Red lace bra and panties. The material was very thin and delicate to the touch.

"Oh wow! Look at this little slut! Can't wait to see what goes on underneath those panties!" One of the girls exclaimed as she laughed loudly.

Evie knew who she was. She had met her the night before. Her name was Vicky, and she was the meanest bitch Evie had ever known.

She was the type of person who enjoyed degrading others. She seemed to enjoy being mean. It was the only thing she seemed to care about. She was very pretty, too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. But that didn't seem to matter.

A young woman walked up to her, smiled and helped her get dressed. Evie admired the way she moved. Her skin was flawless.

Even though she was older than her, she looked like a teenager.

"Hi I'm Ingrid," the woman said with a smile. "Must I say, you look stunning in this lingerie. Don't worry, sweetie. I'll show you the ropes and tell you what you need to know.

There isn't anything you can't handle. Everyone here is used to having new girls come in."

Ingrid took a hair brush from her dresser and ran it through Evie's raven locks.

"I'm surprised that you've never had any work done on your face. You do look very pretty."

"Thank you," Evie managed to say. The scent of the woman behind her was intoxicating. She inhaled deeply trying to memorize the smell.

"You're welcome. You know we were all once like you. Scared, alone, and unsure what to expect. But let me tell you something. The moment you walk through these doors, your life changes."

"Really? So it isn't like that with everyone else?" I asked.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Some girls here are broken. Each one first time different from the others. You have two options: Either you walk into that room and own it, or you don't and get broken. It's your choice."

"What if I'm too scared to do anything?" Evie asked trembling.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was pale and her eyes were wide. She looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Ingrid gave her a smile and pinned up luscious hair. "Then the door will close on your ass. You better get used to things because this is your life now. You will be living to serve these men. Do you understand?"

Evie nodded her head.

"Good. Those men standing over there will lead you to your first client. He'll be waiting for you."

Giving her a pat on the shoulder, Ingrid walked away. Her slender legs swayed back and forth as she walked toward the other girls.

Evie glanced to her side to find Violeta beside her. She smiled at her and motioned toward the door.

"You ready?" Violeta asked. Evie didn't respond. She didn't need to.

Whether she was ready or not meant nothing to Violetta. She was her madam and her job was to make sure Evie made money, lots of it.