Vend To The Mafia Lord

g. I took some painkillers drugs and I was laying on the couch to have some rest. Then I heard this car blaring continuously down the street and it sucked. “Girl, I have b

be comfortable with it. It's a big NO. I will put this one” I pull out a long red fitting gown. “You know what!, just put on whatever you like. We are running late” she stepped back and sat on the bed, watching me. “Like serious girl? Sandals?” she chided as I pulled out my black sandals to put on. “Yes, the gown is already tight fighting enough I won't add heels on to call for attention. I want to be noticeable” I explained. That place was crammed with perverts. “Okay… Hurry up” she rolled her eyes wearily. Once I was done, we moved out and I locked the house. I kept the keys where mum could easily find them. We boarded the cab Besty hired. He drove off immediately as we sat in. I was sceptical about the whole thing, I didn't feel right deep within my soul. At the club, the driver parked the car and we moved out. A few men roamed around with bottles of beer, smoking cigarettes, flirting with half-naked girls. Some were hiding in the dark shadows. Just peeping at them gave me some goosebumps. My legs were sharp as we moved into the club “Seat here I will be back soon” she told with this she moved away. I was seated behind. A few girls were stripping already but the the club was barely filled. “Where is she?” Mr Blaine asked. He's the manager of the club. He was seated in the VIP section of the club. I saw Besty talking to him but I didn't care. “She’s here” she points at me. “Great,” he said with a malicious grinned on his face. He picked up his phone sent a text then he kept it down on the table. I was busily watching the strippers, asking myself a lot of questions. “Who