The Broken Mafia Trampled into Her World

"Breathe... Breathe Cassandra... Breathe...You can do this."

She says after giving herself a once over in the tall mirror hanging on the far sidewall. White chiffon and cotton lace cover her slim toned body in just all the right places; a pair of red stilettos is the perfect contrast to finish her ever so seductive image off. She is dressed to impress; even though she does this every night, she is still nervous.

After straightening her white lace bra for what is the fifth time now, she makes her way outside the dressing room. She gives Kyle her best smile and pouts her red lips at him. She winks to let him know that she is ready. Kyle nods his head and smiles back at her, the same cheeky smile he gives her every night at this very exact hour.

Without further hesitation, he finally speaks. "Gentleman, give it up for Cassie."

She closes her eyes and takes one final deep breath...then...She steps through the red curtains and onto the stage. There is a loud cheer and a few whistles, even some old man hollering some obscene words. She puts on her best fake smile and moves forward in slow sensuous steps.

She wraps her right leg around the pole that is towering at the front end of the stage. She gives Kyle the cue to start the music. The music comes to a thundering roar through the speakers. She grabs hold of the pole with her right hand; she twists around it a few times with her flexible body, lowering down to the floor with each spin. She unhooks her leg and crawls her way like a prowling animal to the edge of the stage. She loves doing this routine every night; for some reason, a girl on a pole drives a man crazy, wrap her around it in some lace, and you are sure to drive him mad.

...Christian POV...

The minute I stepped through the door, I see her, her long slender legs with a perfect hourglass waist, a body so hot you can melt honey on it. Long locks of brown hair elegantly drop off over her shoulders. She is a beauty beyond compare. I have seen her here so many times before but never once have I held her in my company. To be honest, a girl like her is out of my reach; even though she might be an exotic dancer, she is still an ordinary girl. My life is filled with supermodels and high maintenance women. Even if I am lucky enough to have her by my side, it will be a union that will be frowned upon and most certainly not allowed.

Micah sees me admiring her intensely as we walk downstairs into the club. "Why don't you just talk to her? I see the way you look at her every time we get here?"

I continue to admire her body, my eyes not leaving her once. "Micah, I admire her body as for the rest, well...there is...there is nothing". I know that I am lying to him and most definitely lying to myself.

Micah does not take notice of what I am saying and only urges me on. "Take the risk Christian; you will never know until you have tried."

"You know that even if I tried, it would not be allowed," I explain to him as the sad reality sets into my eyes.

"Come on, guys, you can talk about this later. Let's get down there before the show starts." Logan turns around and hurriedly ushers us to our seats.

We find a table close to the stage, close to the very same pole where she has every inch of her body wrapped around. Her sun-kissed skin is glowing in the soft, dimmed lights, but it is not her body that captivates me the most; it is those deep cherry red lips. Every time I see her, she seems even more exquisite than the time before. She sees me staring at her in so much detail, and for one very rare moment, she smiles.

Then something else catches my attention, something further down to the back of the stage; it appears to be a shower. Some poor soul is finding himself in there tonight. She never pulls a man on the stage, but when she does, you are in for the best show of your life.

Micah sees the very same thing that I am looking at. "I hate to be the poor sucker that gets in there tonight."

"Come on, Micah, you would love to be in there."

"I would not mind being in there at all," Logan excitedly admits. "Can you imagine having that body that is off limits all to yourself?"

Oh, believe me, that I can imagine, give me just enough time with her, and she will be mine. But that will never happen.

I only but laugh at Logan's silly remark. "Touch her, and you will have the bouncers all over your ass in less than five seconds."

"Not if it was you," Micah says as he reminds me of who I am. "They would not dare to even think about it, man."