The mafia sexual slave

 I made a mistake!!

A mistake that cost me everything.

That fateful night changed everything.

My life crumbled before my very eyes.

It was a one time thing that should not repeat itself but the damage was already done.

Now he hunts me and he would do anything to find me.

I have heard stories like this ,I just didn't know that it will get to me quickly and now shit has hit the fan!!. 

What happened when he finds me??

"You will have to read it to find out".

      Alexis pov..

I was a stripper and mind you I was proud of it

I was an orphan and I have no family whatsoever at least none that I know of.

A girl got to eat and you have to find something to do to bring food to the table.

I would be honest, nobody went to school to study stripping work but it was something I pick along the line and getting a job was not something easy.

        Tonight I wore a denim jacket with a short skirt and soft sandals. I am going to perform at the club tonight. I need to do that without my legs shaking. I wore sandals from home instead , I walked to the bus stop and got a bus at the station and got off at my stop.

        I looked at my watch, and it was just six thirty, so I still had minutes to go to the club and prepare.

        I walked down the street and saw the club I had entered, and I was greeted by a martin. I wish he was available with those packs and muscles that I would have enjoyed running my hand through them, but he looked so sweet and innocent, as if he didn't belong to this world, but he looked exactly like what he showcases a bouncer and he did his job well.

        He winked at me as I walked down the hallway leading to our locker room. I met Linda, our star stripper. I smiled at her, and she did the same. Merely looking at her won't give you a hint that she was our star stripper, but she has got talent. I give her that.

        She was already dressed in her lingerie and thong, and she got one with matching color today. She donned her transparent jacket, leaving nothing to imagination. Well, that is our job. 

        I left to change into my work clothes. I checked the rooster and went into the bar I was going to be serving tonight and not dancing. I love serving as well as I love stripping, since they know some of us are strippers, they give us tips generously hoping for a little show. Well, if they ever get one, well it is going to be a long night.

      The club was packed tonight. Linda really did a good job. She kept them entertained, and she made a lot of money. I am sure she may even consider servicing a rich customer, as the highest bidder wins her hand for the night against the not touching polices. Even Mike the bartender got his hand full this time around, mixing drinks and shots. He did his work well but, I never got a chance to sit to have a drink. I kept my tips with him anyway, not like I could put it in my lingerie, so under my work clothes it is not like we are not wearing cloth, it is just slightly better than the strippers. It is a stretch between barely cover and half nude. It would be so uncomfortable walking around with it.

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        After a busy day, I went into my locker ,changed my clothes and I went to sit with Mike, who was packing and arranging the drink. He would be there till morning. He opened his draw and gave me my tips and winked at me. At least he was open about wanting to go down on me. I just usually politely declined, and I counted the money and thanked him and gave him a tip, and he told me good night and I left. Another person would take over my work.