*~*Mafia Princess*~*
*~*Chapter 6*~*
Two Weeks Later.
The place was packed, everyone wanted to see her. Frankly it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why everyone was there tonight, Stacy would be there. The music blasted and she walked out, at first no one said a word, until she turned around with a sultry smirk on her face. Slowly she ran her hands all over her body as the crowd came alive with her.
She wasn't known as Stacy Tagliati here, no she was known as Candy, beautiful but her past was full of painful thorns. She walked over to the silver pole that stood to her left and grabbed onto it wrapping on leg around it as she let her body move to the beat of the music. She felt so dirty out there, but this was the only way she could survive in this world. Silently her heart broke as men grabbed her ass stuffing money into her thong.
Five Minutes Later.
Stacy walked threw the curtains to the backroom, also known as the dancers locker room. She sunk down in her chair and sighed, Crystal walked over to her friend and handed her a towel to wipe off her sweat. "You know you were great out there, why do you always seem upset when you come back here? You make more in one night then I do in 4 nights, you should be happy chick."
Stacy sighed and wiped the sweat off of her body, she wanted to go back to her father to beg him to let her back in the family but she couldn't do that. Maybe if he saw what she was forced to do he would bring her back in the family. Her thoughts quickly changed when the owner of The Kitty Kat Club walked in.
He always had an eye for Stacy, always trying to get in her pants but she would never have anything to do with him other then business. He slowly walked over to Stacy as she removed her makeup and threw her hair up in a ponytail, brushing his fingers over her neck. If he wasn't her boss she would of socked him right then and there for touching her, but she couldn't, she needed this job.
"Stacy could I see you in my office?" Stacy nodded her head, she hated when he could ask her to come in his office. She stood up putting a robe over her "costume" and following not to far behind him. He opened up the door to his office, reluctantly Stacy walked in.
Closing the door behind him, Connor looked at his piece of property. She was his, he owned her the very second she walked into the club. She wouldn't sleep with him, but soon enough he'd change that. Not only would she be his dancer but she'd be his in the bedroom too, but for now he was content with waiting.
"Do you have it?" his breath made her skin crawl; she was repulsed by him in every possible way. He wasn't bad looking; there was no denying that. A 6ft blond, muscular built, wannabe thug, that summed him up. She reached into her bra and pulled out a wad of money and handed it to him. He walked over his desk and began counting the money.
"8 hundred, I must say I'm very proud of you Stacy. You know the deal, here's your half. I have a little project for you to do in an a few hours, so you better be ready for anything." He handed her, her half of the money and a piece of paper with an address on it.
She knew what a "little project" meant; there was some big shot in town that wanted a private dance from her. She never slept with the guys, it wasn't her style, everyone else thought she had slept with guys before, but no one knew the truth, she was still a virgin and she wanted to keep it that way no matter what.
"What does he want?" her face emotionless, 'how did I get into this? Why didn't I just leave when dad wanted me to?' Connor smirked at her, her body was incredible. He wondered what it would be like to ride her, pound into her, make her scream his name.
"He wants a private dance from ya Candy, maybe if you give him a little oral work, he'll tip ya nicely. You meet him at that address at 3am you understand? I know how much he's paying you so don't try to stiff me out of my half, understand?" Stacy nodded her head; this guy could be such a pig most of the time.
"Yeah I understand, but I'm not touching him. Just like the ruled here, I'm not letting that slime touch me."
A few seconds later, she felt a sharp pain course threw her back as her head hit the wall. She let out a silent gasp as her head hit the wall again. His eyes full of rage and anger, she couldn't get out of his hold, he was too powerful and she knew the more she struggled the worse it would be for her. He grabbed her cheeks forcefully and looked deep into her eyes only to see fear from her.
"You know how much I hate it when you backtalk me missy, now if I find out that you were a problem to my client we'll have more things to discuss, understand?"
Not able to form any words, only a nod of her head told him she understood. Tonight's client would bring in lots of money for him; he was going to use her as much as he could. He released her from his hold and gave her, her half of the money along with the piece of paper with the address of tonight's "client" written on it. As she was walking out he sat back down at his desk and told her once again,
"Remember be there at 3 am, and make him very happy, Stacy." He smirked as she walked out of his office muttering something under her breath. Connor picked up his phone and dialed a phone number only to receive an answering machine.
"Hey, it's Connor. She's working out perfectly here, always doing what I tell her to do. She sometimes gets out of line but like you told me I put her in her place. There should be no worries, she'll be begging to leave here soon enough, call me later.Mr. Tagliati"
Two Weeks Later.
The place was packed, everyone wanted to see her. Frankly it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why everyone was there tonight, Stacy would be there. The music blasted and she walked out, at first no one said a word, until she turned around with a sultry smirk on her face. Slowly she ran her hands all over her body as the crowd came alive with her.
She wasn't known as Stacy Tagliati here, no she was known as Candy, beautiful but her past was full of painful thorns. She walked over to the silver pole that stood to her left and grabbed onto it wrapping on leg around it as she let her body move to the beat of the music. She felt so dirty out there, but this was the only way she could survive in this world. Silently her heart broke as men grabbed her ass stuffing money into her thong.
Five Minutes Later.
Stacy walked threw the curtains to the backroom, also known as the dancers locker room. She sunk down in her chair and sighed, Crystal walked over to her friend and handed her a towel to wipe off her sweat. "You know you were great out there, why do you always seem upset when you come back here? You make more in one night then I do in 4 nights, you should be happy chick."
Stacy sighed and wiped the sweat off of her body, she wanted to go back to her father to beg him to let her back in the family but she couldn't do that. Maybe if he saw what she was forced to do he would bring her back in the family. Her thoughts quickly changed when the owner of The Kitty Kat Club walked in.
He always had an eye for Stacy, always trying to get in her pants but she would never have anything to do with him other then business. He slowly walked over to Stacy as she removed her makeup and threw her hair up in a ponytail, brushing his fingers over her neck. If he wasn't her boss she would of socked him right then and there for touching her, but she couldn't, she needed this job.
"Stacy could I see you in my office?" Stacy nodded her head, she hated when he could ask her to come in his office. She stood up putting a robe over her "costume" and following not to far behind him. He opened up the door to his office, reluctantly Stacy walked in.
Closing the door behind him, Connor looked at his piece of property. She was his, he owned her the very second she walked into the club. She wouldn't sleep with him, but soon enough he'd change that. Not only would she be his dancer but she'd be his in the bedroom too, but for now he was content with waiting.
"Do you have it?" his breath made her skin crawl; she was repulsed by him in every possible way. He wasn't bad looking; there was no denying that. A 6ft blond, muscular built, wannabe thug, that summed him up. She reached into her bra and pulled out a wad of money and handed it to him. He walked over his desk and began counting the money.
"8 hundred, I must say I'm very proud of you Stacy. You know the deal, here's your half. I have a little project for you to do in an a few hours, so you better be ready for anything." He handed her, her half of the money and a piece of paper with an address on it.
She knew what a "little project" meant; there was some big shot in town that wanted a private dance from her. She never slept with the guys, it wasn't her style, everyone else thought she had slept with guys before, but no one knew the truth, she was still a virgin and she wanted to keep it that way no matter what.
"What does he want?" her face emotionless, 'how did I get into this? Why didn't I just leave when dad wanted me to?' Connor smirked at her, her body was incredible. He wondered what it would be like to ride her, pound into her, make her scream his name.
"He wants a private dance from ya Candy, maybe if you give him a little oral work, he'll tip ya nicely. You meet him at that address at 3am you understand? I know how much he's paying you so don't try to stiff me out of my half, understand?" Stacy nodded her head; this guy could be such a pig most of the time.
"Yeah I understand, but I'm not touching him. Just like the ruled here, I'm not letting that slime touch me."
A few seconds later, she felt a sharp pain course threw her back as her head hit the wall. She let out a silent gasp as her head hit the wall again. His eyes full of rage and anger, she couldn't get out of his hold, he was too powerful and she knew the more she struggled the worse it would be for her. He grabbed her cheeks forcefully and looked deep into her eyes only to see fear from her.
"You know how much I hate it when you backtalk me missy, now if I find out that you were a problem to my client we'll have more things to discuss, understand?"
Not able to form any words, only a nod of her head told him she understood. Tonight's client would bring in lots of money for him; he was going to use her as much as he could. He released her from his hold and gave her, her half of the money along with the piece of paper with the address of tonight's "client" written on it. As she was walking out he sat back down at his desk and told her once again,
"Remember be there at 3 am, and make him very happy, Stacy." He smirked as she walked out of his office muttering something under her breath. Connor picked up his phone and dialed a phone number only to receive an answering machine.
"Hey, it's Connor. She's working out perfectly here, always doing what I tell her to do. She sometimes gets out of line but like you told me I put her in her place. There should be no worries, she'll be begging to leave here soon enough, call me later.Mr. Tagliati"