Mafia Queen's Chronicles

NIKITA

Highlighting from the cab I make a mental list of today's activities.

First I'd have to attend this damned school, second I'll drop by the store for groceries, and then third my nighttime job.

Living alone made me realize no one gives a fuck about you and you must learn to survive yourself.

Growing up I hardly knew my birth parents but of course, I've kept a very clear record of the constant adoptions and being abandoned.

I grew up in an orphanage and I've been adopted countless times only to be returned with the same complaints. I'm not the ideal type of child they want, but then who cares? To hell with them all.

Growing up, I had little basic education till I was old enough to leave the scrawny old orphanage to live all alone. Fortunately, I got a nighttime Job as a stripper.

During the daytime,I'm the ordinary-looking school girl but at night I'm a toxic seducer and stripper.

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I wince in pain feeling a hand pull me by my hair

"Common Brenda I told you not the hair okay?"

"Whatsapp kita?" Brenda, my best friend calls the name I so much hate knowing well it only pisses me off.

"Told you not to call me that" I sneer at her.

"You're no fun anymore" she complains

"When have I ever been fun?" I retort bluntly.

She pouts walking away from me towards class.

Brenda had always been the rich bitch of the class, bossy and pretty. I started as her underdog running a few errands and all for her.

Being the lowest of the food chain in class I was mostly bullied and taken as everyone's maid but one thing led to another and I stood up for her when she had issues with her parents which brought us here now together as friends.

At school, everyone thinks she's a bright wealthy champ, a spoiled brat who wants nothing other than to get laid but I know better.

Brenda is considered the odd one of the family unlike her elder brothers she didn't get the brains of the family.

The first Derek is a handsome, cool, stunning blonde with a cute American accent even though he's a born and bred England child.

He speaks British but what can I say he's wealthy enough to take extra classes.

The other Darren is also blond but the difference is unlike Derek who's cute Darren is the hottie and a totally bad boy but he's brilliant, always topping the class.

"Wait up, Brenda," I call out to her.

Running after her to the class I sit right behind her, poking her with my finger slightly she doesn't budge I try tickling her which does the trick she giggles at first but laughs eventually.

"I can see you guys are happy, is anyone up for the test?"

I stop the tickling as the whole class pays attention to the teacher, I scrunch up my nose feeling pretty bored already when the class has not commenced yet,

he's the geology teacher but he rants more than he teaches.

"First I'd like to introduce you to two exchange new students, come on guys don't be shy, this is Tammy and this is Trevor" The teacher introduces two new students whom he ushers into the class.

I came to a quick conclusion. I dislike them both, the first thing that comes to my mind is the two weird names, Tammy and Trevor. What are they, twins? I ask myself

"They are exchange students but according to info they won't be staying for long I hope you guys treat them as a family, come up Tammy let's hear you introduce yourself" the teacher explains.

"Hi guys, I'm Tammy I'm an exchange student, and just like he said I won't be here for long I want us all to cooperate and be nice to each other"

I roll my eyes in my head just when I thought it couldn't get any worse. I'm not intimidated by her looks or anything but I can tell she's no good. She wants us to cooperate. This is a school, not an investigation center. Why does she keep speaking like she owns it all?

"I'm Trevor and I hope we get along"

I watch them both as they walk towards and past me taking their respective seats those two seem so odd,

They both look too pretty and classy to be in a school like mine and by exchange students not staying long but briefly, I'm sure something is up with them.

"He's cute right" I hear my friend buzz like a bee.

"Brenda!, They are right behind us"

"Who cares, I want him," she says.

"He's an exchange student he ain't gonna be here for long" I complain knowing how much of a bitch Brenda can be at times.

"Doesn't matter, I see it, I like it, I want it, I get it"

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I tilt my head to the side as I am standing before the mirror as I examine myself. I'm in blue lingerie and a silk blue bra to match wearing a black pair of heels and matching red gloss applied on my lip.

"You are up kita" Clara calls me up from the dressing room.

"Coming, Clara"

I hasten my steps walking out of the dressing room.

"You look stunning kita," Clara compliments.

"For three years straight you keep repeating this boring line of yours Clara"

"That's the best I can do to cheer you on, remember you are a human, being a stripper doesn't make you out to be an odd one" she encourages me.

"Yeah yeah thanks for your everyday motivational speeches, any special requests?"

"Nope not yet if anything comes up I'll let you know"

"Alright, I'll be up on stage"

"Nikita?" Clara calls me once more causing me to halt in my tracks.

"What?. My time is running out and Chloe would cut off my pay if I'm not up there in time"

"Your mask" Clara reminds me

"Almost forgot" I sigh.

"Lousy thing"

Running back into the dressing room I search around for my mask all in vain

"Damnit, where are you silly thing, I saw it right over there," I say out loud to myself with pent-up frustration, I trace the room trying to find it.

"There you are," I say once more as I pick out the mask.

Walking towards the back door I squat to pick it up, I pause on hearing two voices one belongs to Chloe the other I don't recognize.

"They must be treated with respect, and give them whatever they want. I mean whatever I don't care what they might ask for, you must give them all they want, even if it's your soul or anything other than that" a man's voice commands.

"I told you I don't want them up here in my club" Chloe, who is my boss complains.

"They'll pay," the man says.

"I know they would but I don't want anyone harming my girls" Chloe complains.

"They won't if no one screws up" the man indulges Chloe once more.

"I still don't want them here" Chloe stands on her point which confuses me the most.

"Common girl, I thought you were smarter than this so what if they make some odd requests just a day and they'll be out of your hair but you'll get thrice the amount you earn in a month in just a day" the man pressurizes Chloe.

"Really?" Chloe asks on hearing about the past payment.

"Totally" the man confirms it.

"That should've been the first thing to tell me" Chloe responds as she gives in.

"You see why I like you, trust me no fuck ups and everything would be fine do tell your girls to act in order and they'll also get paid in hefty sums.

one might be lucky enough to end up in bed with any of them thinking about the amount she would earn."

"That's their choice"

"Just make sure no fuck ups, be sure to tell them that"

"I would, thanks buddy" Chloe ends the deal with a certain tone that hints at excitement.

I hear the footsteps walk away from the door till the sounds are finally withdrawn.

"Where the hell have you been, everyone has been waiting for your performance," Clara asks, barging into the room.

"I'm sorry I couldn't find the mask" I lie to her.

"And now?" She requests with her eyes darting all around the room.

"Here it is"

"Thank goodness, hurry Chloe would murder you tonight"

Running up to the stage I wear my mask.

Moving to the center of the stage the light is turned on and I get several applause.

I can tell these thirsty drunken mother fuckers were waiting up already and it irritates me the more,

I walk slowly to the front tapping my heels on the ground. The beats come up and the song begins.

I walk towards the pole, bending slightly around it. I raise my first leg turning it around the pole tilting myself almost taking a 65-degree curve on the pole. I feel my breasts bounce slightly, my nipples poking hard at the silk bra.

The cheers increase. I continue my dance routine bending, twisting, and twirling around the pole.

"Take it off!!, Take it off, take it off, take it off," they all chant aggressively.

The cheers Increase, there's no way I'm going stark naked out here the mic makes a little tapping sound I turn to see Chloe

"I'm sorry our audience but I might have to steal the performer for a while, someone else would be up here real quick" Chloe informs the crowd

Heaving a sigh of relief I follow her off the stage, but why would she help me Chloe doesn't give a fuck as long as she gets paid.

"Kita you have to attend to the guests at the v.i.p," she tells me curtly not asking for permission.

"Hell no, I'd rather go back on stage than comply with this" I retorted, wanting to argue with her.

"This isn't a request, it's an order I pay you so now get to work" Chloe yells.

I shrug walking away from her up the stairs towards the v.i.p section,

I hate going around there and I stick to my routine as a pole dancer but tonight I feel uneasy.

it's no news that only people with tons of money stay up there and they all are monsters with loads of money yet still, I sense a bad vibe up there coupled with the conversation I heard earlier something odd would happen and I'm sure of it.

Tightening the loose end of my mask I walk in with all confidence I can muster but almost immediately I stop to a halt, shocked and amazed at the sight before me

"What the fuck!!!" I yell in surprise.