Owe

Damon

I chuckle, shaking my head as I walk back into my office. Her meek voice fading behind me.  I already know this girl doesn’t have what it takes to work here, but I know my buddy Mikey always wants to see ANY hot girl naked. I didn’t ask for her name, but that girl was a straight 9.8 but with anger issues; I try to stay away from those types these days, though. 

I have enough issues running this laundering business. 

I had witnessed her tumble backward and fall, but what happened next was pure comedy. And the fact she hit me with her heel? I have never wanted to laugh harder in my entire laugh when I saw her face of shock, but I held it in, making her sweat. That’s what I do, though. Everyone who knows who I truly am in the crime world knows not to fuck with me.

Sure, Billionaire by day and in the public eye but by night, Mafia Lord. 

I turn back around after closing the door and continue the task at hand, “An interview?” Mindy asks me as she places another stack of hundred-dollar bills into the cash counter machine. I nod, sitting back down in my chair as I glance at her. Mindy is almost naked, wearing only a thong, but I see enough naked girls in this place; it doesn’t even phase me.

“Yes, but I’m not sure she can hack it. She looks like a hot nerd,” I admit, and Mindy chuckles. 

“You know, we could use that. We could have her dress up in a lab coat with sexy lingerie underneath,” she teases, and I smirk; Mindy gets me. Our relationship is truly professional, and I see her as a friend. We have never done anything naughty together, but we have talked about our many conquests with one another, sharing every dirty detail. I watch as she hits the intercom button, and the meek little voice is transferred into my office along with Mikey’s.

“I thought you were going to school to be a doctor or some shit,” Mikey says, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Nailed it,” Mindy chimes in, smirking at me.

“I was, but uh,” she pauses, “My parents died in a car crash a few months ago, and I got custody of my little sister and brother. Please, Mike. I really need this job,” she begs.

Mikey goes silent; I know that’s not what he was expecting to hear. He wanted to bang this girl, and now he feels sorry for her. Sympathy and sex only go well together when it’s the girl who gives it out; men don’t pity fuck. 

“Well, let’s see what you can do.” He tells her, and I turn around now to watch behind the tinted glass of the office window.  Mindy places another stack of cash into the machine and stands beside me to see what she can do. 

This girl looks like she’s going to vomit as she begins shaking her hips, but I know she’s trying really hard to do this and impress Mikey. 

She is doing this to support her family, and I respect that.  Most of the girls here are paying their way through college or in a situation similar to hers- Family is everything, especially to me. 

So far, she isn’t doing terribly, and Mindy grins, “Maybe she can hack it,” she says, but then we both watch as she begins to become ill, and a panic attack sets in.

“Damon, get out here!!” Mikey gasps, staring at the glass, but Mindy is already out of the office door, running toward them. Mindy knows firsthand that this job isn’t easy, and if you have never done it before, it’s terrifying. 

I watch as she calms lab-coat girl down, and I sigh; I am a tough and hardened criminal, but I am not a monster. Maybe I can find something for her to do here. 

Once she is calm, Mindy comes back to the office and walks in, closing the door quietly. “That poor thing,” she says sadly. I say nothing but watch her face fall as Mikey speaks.

“This type of work isn’t for everyone, Jessica.”

Jessica- that’s her name.

Mikey walks her to the door, letting her out, and I wait till she’s gone to step out of the office, “You stole her panties?” I ask, looking him in the eye. He grins at me as he pulls them out of his pocket.

“I mean, she threw them at me,” he says shamelessly, and Mindy shakes her head as she chuckles. Classic Mikey. 

“Well, call her. Tell her we want her to start tonight,” I tell him, and his mouth gapes.

“Damon, first off, she can’t dance. Secondly, her last name is Sanders.” He says, his tone very serious. 

My eyes meet his, and he nods, “Exactly.” I glance at Mindy, and she looks away, knowing already how much guilt I carry.

“Call her. Offer a waitress job,” I tell him, and he sighs.

“This is a bad idea.” He tells me, and I glare at him. It isn’t up to him! This is MY Club. 

“Make the damn call, Mikey! I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion!”  I shout, and he backs away from me, pulling out his cell phone.

“Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you, Damon.” He says, taking his last stand against my decision. 

I begin to walk back to my office, but Mindy sighs as she grabs my arm, “You owe her nothing. You know that, right?” she says, her eyes offering understanding, but I shove her away, shaking my head.

But I do owe her, and she can never know why.