Married to the mafia boss Series

Mia

It’s nearly midnight by the time I get there.

Limos are parked out front and valets are tending to the people coming and going. There’s a parking lot to the side but Chloe told me the VIP’s get the front entrance parking. Those are the wealthy billionaire types and tycoons who have money galore.

I walk into the club and follow a couple to the reception area.

The man is dressed in a suit, while the woman is in a kimono-type dressing gown. I already know that underneath she’s wearing lingerie but it must be barely there because I can see far too much outlining her body.

A woman, different from the last receptionist, hands them some really classy masquerade masks and the man places his hand on the woman’s ass as he leads her away.

I get to the receptionist next and I do what I was instructed to do on my last visit here.

“Hi, I’m Mia Chase. Can I speak to Nick please? I know it’s late but is he possibly here?”

The woman gives me a curious look. She’s not as friendly as the last receptionist. In fact the look she now gives me isn’t a good one.

The receptionist doesn’t say anything to me. She just reaches for the phone and in seconds she’s speaking to Nick.

“You can go up to his office.” She tells me when she hangs up. I don’t miss the little scowl on her face, but I don’t have time for shit.

I can be bitchy too, and I do because I don’t say thanks. I just walk away and follow the path I thought I wouldn’t walk again.

I get to the balcony overlooking the floor of the club and instantly my bravado fades. It’s replaced by shock. Instead of the fascination I had with the grand décor I’d compared to pictures of Venice and the comparison I’d made days ago to the grand halls I visited in Rome, I’m more taken with the people around me… and what they’re doing.

There’s the usual upbeat tempo club mix you’d find in a normal club and the main floor has people dancing around as normal.

What’s not normal is that everyone is wearing lingerie and masquerade masks. What’s even more not normal for me is that on the outskirts of the floor there are people having sex.

As in actual sex. Real sex.

Just like that, out in the open for all to see.

The sight makes me want to reach for my glasses just to be sure what I’m seeing is what I’m seeing but then I remember I’m already wearing them. I’d put them on back at the hospital when I had to fill out the forms for Dad’s stay and give my details. I’m near-sighted so I don’t always need glasses and I know right now is one of those times.

I don’t need glasses to confirm what I’m seeing. There are at least a hundred people in this hall and at least twenty five percent of them are having sex while the others dance around in masquerade masks and sexy lingerie.

It actually looks like some dark, erotic fantasy.

More than porn, for the way some of them touch each other. Not that I’m some porn expert. I’ve just seen enough to know what’s porn and what’s not. This is something in between, just like everything else about this place.

It feels like I’m here in body but not really in mind.

Even with my mountain of problems, it throws me. It absolutely throws me. I’m standing on the first floor and I can see everything that needs to be seen and I’m so stunned I can’t look away.

The setting is a masquerade party for sure. It’s that hands down, but like something pulled from someone’s wild imagination.

What’s happening below is one thing but then I see that I’m actually even closer to the action than I thought.

It was a woman’s loud moan that pulls my eyes away from the main floor.

She moans again loudly, as the music changes and I see that the little Arabian-style cubicles I passed the other day have people inside.

I’m supposed to go down the pathway.

Down that pathway there, but I have to pass six of those cubicles to get to the end.

Remembering why I’m here, I walk, but as soon as I get to the first cubicle I stop short, stunned again. Inside the cubicle is one woman with four guys. All naked.

She’s sandwiched between two guys in a double penetration. One fucking her in her pussy, the other in her ass. Both inside her while she gives the third guy a blow job and the fourth guy a hand job. The guy she’s riding sucks her tits while he pounds into her. The guy behind her pounds hard into her ass.

It’s like porn central come to life. My whole body burns with discomfort, and… arousal.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

I get my answer to what it would be like to work here. Just from watching. This is what it would be like. I notice I haven’t really seen a waitress yet, but then maybe she is the waitress.

I look away when my whole body starts to blush, but only to find myself staring straight at a couple that just came into view on an aerial hoop that must be on some rotating device because I didn’t see them before.

All they are wearing are masks. That’s it.

Both are naked and in some contorted position on the hoop where their legs are elevated and entwined with the hoop just so you can see they’re having sex.

Just slowly… Very. Slowly. The woman has a rapturous expression on her face while the man strokes her stomach and kisses her neck.

I have to admit I’m actually fascinated by them, and shit, they’re not the only ones. Another hoop floats by with another couple doing the same, while the first couple float away into the darkness like it’s a show.

I guess though that’s what it is. A show and they must work here too. Obviously, you’d have to be more than adventurous to go sailing around the

air in an aerial hoop having sex.

The reason I’m here comes back into my mind once more and I move away at the thought with the promise not to look at the other cubicles as I pass by. I see a few things though. Here on this floor is every pairing you can think of.

Everything you can conjure up in a fantasy or otherwise.

This is The Dark Odyssey. I can’t believe Chloe comes here on the regular.

I get to the end of the path in one piece and make my way to Nick’s office. His door is ahead and it’s ajar.

I stop by it and pull in a deep, steady breath to shake the shock away.

I know I can’t act like that if I still have this job. I can’t do it. I need to be liberal and accepting. This is a sex club. If I get the chance to work here there’s going to be things happening and things I see that I’m not used to. End of story.

I have to just remember the consequences of what could happen if I don’t do it.

I knock on Nick’s door and just like the other day he answers in that deep voice.

Pushing the door open reveals he’s not alone.

There are two other guys inside who look very similar to him. You can tell they’re brothers straightaway. They look like they were cut from the same masterpiece fabric. All gorgeous, and standing together they remind me of a GQ cover I once saw. It was in tribute to the sexiest men in Hollywood.

These guys, sexy though they may be, are mobsters. I know I’m looking at, at least a big chunk of the Giordano family. Dangerous men, probably as dangerous and ruthless as Hector and his tribe.

I can’t, however, think of any of that now. I need this job whatever it is.

They all look good, but my eyes go to Nick and it’s not because I need him. It’s because he still has that effect on me from last time.

He’s smoking a cigar and it makes him look a little older but sexier.

They’re all looking at me and no one is saying anything so I decide to talk.

“Hi, um good evening, can I talk to you please?” I say to Nick, talking to him like we’re in a place like a law firm. That was my professional voice.

The guy to the left of him looks me over and I instantly feel out of place.

Today was a serious dress-down day. Apart from my glasses, I’m wearing a red long-sleeved knitted shirt with the Hogwarts logo on the breast, cargo pants and my Converses.

I look like I’m heading to a college class. I’m barely even wearing makeup. All tonight was supposed to be about was meeting Chloe at the coffee shop yet so much has happened.

The guy to Nick’s right looks me over and chuckles. There’s a dimple in his left cheek and a twinkle in his eye I don’t miss. He moves towards me and the guy on the left follows him. They approach and walk past without a word.

I look back to Nick and he’s still staring.

“Careful, I may get jealous if you keep looking at my brothers the way you are.” He smirks and allows the cigar to dangle between his thumb and forefinger.

I open my mouth to speak but again I have that feeling of not knowing what to say.

“They look like you.” I bite down hard on my back teeth at my lame answer. I want to cut to the chase, but how?

He chuckles and he gives me that wild look filled with sexual energy that always makes me wet when I think of what he did to me when last I was here.

“Come in and close the door,” he instructs.

I do. I do what he says and allow myself to get used to it. I need him to give me the job.

I’m doing this for my family.

Failure is not an option.

It’s not even a thing that enters my mind when I turn back to face him.