Sold by the Mafia Boss

Damon

My head is throbbing as I sit in my office. I press my fingertips against my temples and rub the sides of my head. It is Saturday afternoon and I’m expecting Aleksandr Mikhailov in with new girls. I usually distribute them among the clubs I have here. He gets his money, and I get new girls. We worked it out that it was easier that way than them working here and owing him money. Now I own them.

I hope I don’t get a visit from Dominic; he always seems to know my business. The last disruption I got was from the bloody Japanese mafia boss—Kamei Youshihiro—and his men.

My phone goes with the message that the girls will be here soon. Good, I’ll have Candy show them to a room. They will learn quickly; they always do.

I open my drawer and grab the bottle of painkillers and take a couple before I head down into the club to go speak to Candy. She is American and works here because I give her a better life than the shitty one she came from. Money talks, and if a girl comes in without debts, she can make decent money. Much better paid than your shitty office jobs.

Mike, my top security guy inside, gives me a nod as I step onto the club floor.

“We have some newbies coming; most will go directly to the other clubs, but I’m keeping one here for Candy to train.” The Russian girls always give me hassle at first; they are fiery compared to the other European girls he brings in.

I head through to the back where the rooms are. The club is open from 12 noon right through until 6am. I have some dancers who come in for the night shifts, as that is where they make money. But the ones I have in rooms here are the illegal ones which Aleksandr has brought in.

“Candy?” I walked along the corridor, and she appeared from inside a room. “The new girl should arrive soon; Aleksandr is off his plane. I’ve already got someone meeting him to bring the other three girls to the Northern Lights Club.” I took over the club from Aleksandr after his fallout with Dom Luchini.

“The room is ready for her,” Candy smiles sweetly at me.

She knows I’m a cunt and a bastard, but she also knows that I’d never let anyone hurt her—or my other girls. It is the reason Dom lets me keep running the clubs. He has “shut down” one of the lowlife strip clubs because of how the manager treated the girls. I can’t complain as I have more business because of it.

I handed Candy some cash. “When she comes, you know what to do?” She has to coax the girls through their emotions and into work. It is why she is my head girl, and she gets paid extra for it.

I checked the room. Clean and tidy. Each room has its own little shower room, bed, and a set of drawers for some clothes—which I provide. But the girls get locked in the rooms until they know their place. There is no escape.

When the girls come, I work out how long they have to be on the floor for, plus how many months or years I have them contracted to me to pay off the debt. If they make a lot of money, then I will allow them to keep some. It makes them feel a bit more secure. Plus, it is my way of showing them that I’m not a complete bastard.

Since it is early afternoon, I only have one girl out on the stage. Three men sit hovering and drooling over her pretty little ass. The tiny thong she has on barely covers her, and it is the tease that men love.

Some girls remove their tops as they know that is where the money lies. It’s the private dances in the secluded sections that bring in the most significant profits. A few of my girls are willing to go all the way. I make sure condoms are available since I forbid any guy to try it bareback. Mike is my usual security around the closed sections to monitor the girls’ safety.

There is the main door for customers to enter, the back door for all my deliveries, and a side door for my girls. Cameras monitor each one. Most of the time it gives me some warning, but Dom Luciani is the exception. He just walks in and bursts into my office unannounced.

I check my phone and calculate that I’ll have about half an hour before Aleksandr Mikhailov turns up. “Give me a JD on the rocks.” I sit on a bar stool and wait for Jemma to serve me.

My bar staff don’t dance and have a strict rule of no tips. I allow customers to buy them drinks, but they work for me and are not dancers.

I sip my drink as I watch the three men ogling Pearl on stage. She likes only to dance and remove her top. One guy teases her with money to remove her thong. She gives him a look and shakes her head. He looks disappointed, but still throws the money down for her. As a reward, she gets on her hands and knees and crawls to him, then grabs her tits and teases him. Her tits are big enough that she can lick her own nipple. It does the trick as he rubs his hard-on through his pants.

My phone pings to say he is outside. I swilled back the rest of my drink and headed for the back door. As I open it, Aleksandr stands there with his security and a girl.

“We had to knock her out with another sedative before we touched down. Spritely thing she is.” He grins.

“Follow me.” I tell him and walk towards the room I have set up for her. “Put her on the bed.”

“A hundred grand,” Aleksandr holds out his hand.

“It’s in the office.” We always deal in cash now. I lean down and brush her hair back. “She is older than what you normally bring?”

Aleksandr shrugs his shoulders. “Her father owed me a debt. It was her or her mother; which one would you have preferred?”

“For fuck’s sake. You should at least tell me before bringing her here? Couldn’t you have her working in one of your own clubs?”

“I’ve got enough shit going on back home without more stress.”

“Trouble with the new wife?” I heard about him getting married.

“She is paying off her brother’s debt; that’s all.” A muscle twitched in his jaw, tightening with unspoken tension.

There is a bottle of water for her at the side when she wakes up. I’ll make sure the doctor comes in shortly to put the tracker in her. We leave the room and I secure the lock, then we head through to the floor. Another girl is on stage now, and tenses when she sees Aleksandr. He brought her in four months ago.

In my office, I head for the safe and pull out the money for him. “It is all there,” I say as Igor takes it from me. “She better be worth it, because otherwise I’ll be getting a discount off the next girl.”

He does a quick flick through the notes, but he knows I’ll never betray him. With a nod, he held out a hand. “Until next time.”

Sometimes I wonder if there will ever be a next time with the shit he has stirred up here between the mafia bosses. I shake his hand and lead him back down.

The sooner he is gone, the better.

The doctor arrives and I take him through. “She should still be under sedation.” He makes a tiny incision in her neck and places a tracker under her skin. With glue he seals it back up and wipes it clean before placing a band-aid over it. “Thank you.” I hold my phone over it and add it to my list of girls. This is for their safety as well as my security. I pay him and he leaves to go enjoy the entertainment.

I stare at the girl, or I should say, woman, since she is 26. Much older than those I normally receive, but she is pretty and different.

“Too bad that your father was a cunt and didn’t pay Aleksandr.” Story of most girls’ lives. I brushed my fingers over her cheek. There is a light dusting of makeup on her eyelids. “Pretty. I will see what I am going to do with you.