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The pounding bass of the club's music thrums through my body. Swirling lights play above the gyrating bodies on the dance floor.
A woman on the edge smiles and crooks her finger at me. I pretend not to notice.
Instead of wearing my usual dark suit, I'm dressed to blend in. My black dress shirt is a snug fit and open at the neck. No tie. My slacks are clubwear not the bottom half of my usual designer suit. Nothing about me screams enforcer for a Greek mafia family.
Ádis Adelfótita, the Hades Brotherhood, is my family and my life. Tonight my job is to gather intel on potential business tithes for our protection racket before anyone realizes we're claiming territory here.
It's nine o'clock and Nuovi Inizi is already half full. People are dancing and drinking.
I take note of the bar to my left, staffed with three bartenders. I count four waitstaff serving customers on the floor. I bet that number increases once the club gets busier. Very promising.
This place is doing well even though it's in a suburb of Portland and not downtown. Whoever did the décor, knows how to draw in people who want to party in a trendy setting. I bet the drinks are expensive and the booze to make them is cheap.
I make my way to the bar and order a Scotch, neat. I'm right that the price is at the high end. Exactly one shot is served in a rock glass by a smiling bartender. I toss it back and am surprised. The Scotch is a higher quality than I expect. It's not top shelf, but it's not bought for profit margins alone.
That could be good, or bad. Higher quality liquor might bring in more customers to the club, but overall the profit margins are going to be lower.
The percentage we require for tithe once we take over protecting an area can go up or down depending on the profit margin for the business. We can't expect 10% of net out of a restaurant when their profit margin is only 7%. Doesn't leave enough money to put back into the business. A bankrupt business doesn't make us any money.
A nightclub like this should be able to support ten though. The owner might need some advice on how to increase their liquor margins, but that's an easy fix.
A feminine voice interrupts my calculations. "Ciao, bella. Give me a cranberry juice and soda would you?"
The husky tone of the woman's voice sends an arrow of desire zinging straight to my cock. I have to control my body's instinct to spin and face her and force only my head to turn. And I stare.
She is beautiful. No more than five-foot-four, her red heels give her an extra three inches. She still only comes up to my shoulder. I want to reach out and touch the silky waves of her chestnut brown hair. My hand starts to lift and I have to press it into my side.
Pretty dark eyes observe me from her heart shaped face. One sculpted brow raised in silent question.
I'm too busy looking my fill to answer.
Encased in a red dress that barely brushes the top of her knees, her body is all curves. The sleeves are long; the neckline does not plunge and it's still the sexiest damn thing I have ever seen. Her generous tits are lovingly accentuated by the red silk clinging to them. The skirt fits her luscious hips like a second skin. If I could see her ass, it would be a perfect, juicy peach.
Ineedto get my hands on it.Gamó. What is happening?
I'm never like this when I'm on the job. I would like to blame this reaction on how long it has been since I got laid, but I got my rocks off last night.
My cock is hard as steel, wantingthiswoman. Women are interchangeable to me. A pussy is a pussy. But not this one. This one I crave.
I will have her.
This job just got a whole lot more interesting.
A practiced smile curves lips I want to crush under mine. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
I am now.
Even if I can tell she is not hitting on me. She's asking like someone who works here, even though she's not dressed like one of the servers. A manager maybe?
Not only a woman to fuck, but someone who will have good information for me if I ask the right questions.
"It's a bangin' club," I say.
Pride shines in her chocolate brown eyes. "Thank you."
"Do you work here?"
Her laughter is a sexy trill that hardens my cock further. This time her smile is genuine. "It's worse than that, I own the place."
