One Night With Mafia

Paris

On that rainy night, a girl named Pretty was sheltering in front of a shop on the roadside, waiting for a taxi.

Her watch had shown that it was already 10:00 PM. Due to working late, she found herself out late in the pouring rain with a slight breeze, but no taxis were passing by.

Not long after, a black car stopped in front of her, and two tall, muscular men stepped out, holding umbrellas and approaching Pretty.

Pretty, seeing the two men, was shocked and terrified, her whole body shivering from the cold.

"Take her away!" ordered one of the men holding an umbrella.

"Who are you?" asked Pretty anxiously, stepping back.

The two men didn't answer, and one of them approached Pretty, then quickly lifted her onto his shoulder.

"Let me go! Who are you? Let me go!" Pretty screamed as she tried to fight back, hitting the man with her hands.

They didn't respond and instead threw Pretty into the car.

"Who are you? Please don't hurt me," Pretty cried out in fear.

"Shut up!" snapped the man sitting next to her.

Soon after, the car started driving to their intended destination.

"Where are you taking me? I haven't wronged you, Sir," Pretty pleaded while crying.

"Please, let me go! If I don't go home, my parents will be angry. I beg you, let me go, Sir," Pretty continued crying without stopping.

Annoyed, the man next to her hit the back of Pretty's head, knocking her unconscious.

After half an hour

The car carrying Pretty arrived at a luxurious and expansive mansion. They entered the vast courtyard, where luxury cars were parked.

As the car stopped, they lifted Pretty's body and carried her inside, heading to a completely dark room.

"Sir, I've brought the woman for you," said one of the men.

"Is she a call girl?" asked the boss sitting in the corner of the room.

"Yes, Sir. She can save you."

"Put her on the bed!" ordered the boss, still sitting in the corner.

"Yes, Sir," replied the man, laying Pretty, who was still unconscious, on the bed.

"Investigate who did this and kill them!" ordered the boss, rising from his seat.

"Yes, I'll do it immediately."

"Get out!" the boss ordered as he approached the bed.

"Yes," the man replied, leaving the room.

"Since you're a call girl, I'll pay you after I recover," said the man as he took off his shirt.

"Damn it! All my life, I've never touched a woman, but tonight I have to do this with a call girl. If it weren't for this stimulant, I wouldn't want to touch this woman," he thought.

This man, none other than the mafia boss Jack Harrison, feared for his ruthless nature. He was 35 years old but still lived alone because he didn't like getting close to any woman. It could be said that he hated women.

Jack took off all his clothes and then got onto the bed. The room was so dark that he couldn't see the woman's face in front of him.

Pretty, still unconscious, didn't know that her clothes were being removed one by one by a man she didn't know. Her clothes were thrown to the floor beside the bed, and soon Pretty's body was bare without a single thread.

"Hey... woman, after tonight, we won't see each other again. Once it's over, I'll pay you," said Jack as he spread Pretty's legs and immediately began the union with her.

"Damn it! I have to lose my virginity to this call girl," Jack thought.

Jack, known for his hatred of women, had always avoided every woman who tried to get close to him. That night, he engaged in intercourse without touching any other part of the girl's body. He didn't like kissing or caressing women; he only moved in that one area. Yes, that's all he did because the stimulant almost drove him crazy, forcing him to lose his virginity to a woman he didn't love.