7. EYES ON HER

OWEN

"What does he offer in return?" I asked, pudding a large balm of smoke from my lips.

Marco replied, "A few more ghost workers were added to our list, and ten million dollars."

I thought about it.

He wanted my best snipers to track down a man who had posted online that he was the minister's competition and would be contesting right after he stepped down.

The minister did not like competition, and so he wanted him gone.

Well, both men were criminals so I had no problem agreeing. It was not like the person he asked us to take down was a saint.

"Do we go for it, Boss?" He asked me, and I nodded.

"Go for it, Marco. Pay the returns into the usual account when you are done."

"Alright boss." And then he spun around and walked off.

I stayed in my office, doing nothing for the first few minutes before deciding to check the surveillance cameras to see the people who had graced the club tonight.

I looked through the clips, through different cameras, and I noticed that there was someone I did not know.

He looked like he could afford to be in my club, so his the hell did I not know who he was?

I picked my phone up at once and dialed Scar's number, leaving the phone on the table.

She picked up on the first ring and I spoke at once, "Guy on glasses and mismatched designer brands, who is he?"

"Good evening, Boss. Please give me a moment to check." She was quiet for a good while, and I waited, my left eye twitching the more I got impatient.

Luckily, she answered before I could say fuck this and go to the club myself to check,

"That is Paulo Hernandez. He is the owner of several chains of hotels in the country. He also started running for a position in the House of Representatives too."

I nodded, even if she could not see me.

"Hmm. Make sure he is treated very well, and pick the hottest stripper to be assigned to him." I told her casually.

"Sure thing, boss. Is there anything else you would need?" She questioned.

I was about to answer when my eyes caught a movement in one of the camera clips on my laptop. Raising a brow, I tapped on the clip and zoomed it in.

How the fuck did her waist move so smoothly?

"The Rivera girl… she started working already?" I queried, my eyes still focused on her, and the way her body kept twisting in the most sinful manner. The men there gawked at her like perverts that they were, not caring that this 24 year old woman actually looked like she could pass for 20, abd therefore was too young for them.

She was still too young for a number of men there, but that was another day's topic.

Scar answered me, "Yes, she has, boss. Did you want us to give her a break first?"

I puffed my smoke, almost carried away by the view, but then I replied, "No. She owes me too much money, why would I what a break for her?"

"Yeah, exactly." Scar laughed nervously. "Was just checking."

"How long?"

"Some days now. I think this is her third day."

"Has she made anything impressive?" I questioned. I never played with my money, and with Miguel and his daughter, I wanted everything they owed me and more.

"She is amazing. Already topping some of our best strippers in returns. Even without sleeping with the men she earns a lot. The men love her." Scar spoke, and I could head a hint of pride in her voice as she spoke of Mae's skills.

Why was I suddenly impressed too?

I realized I wanted to watch her dance. See for myself firsthand, what these men were ripping her fat checks already for.

"You make sure she gives you all her tips? Are all the security cameras always checked?" I asked.

"Of course, Boss. I check after every performance. She does not even try to hide anything, though I see her get tempted at times." Scar relayed truthfully.

"Make sure to get everything at all times. She will not be keeping anything to herself until I am done with her—until I get everything she owes me from her."

"I understand you. I will make sure she is working extra hard." Scar responded.

"Hmm." I hummed, ending the call once.

I continued to watch the clip on my laptop until her performance was over and I slammed the laptop closed, relaxing against my chair.

Watching these strippers tonight just had me craving sex, and not just any type of sex—the violent kind. The women I slept with knew what I liked and they never refused me.

They liked it as much as I did. But what they mostly liked the fact that Owen Powers had his hands on them, fucking them like the whores they originally were.

I dismissed my personal guards—Mike and Greg who stood behind me, requesting,

"Ask Freida to be in my office immediately after her performance."

Freida was one of the top strippers. She and two other women here were rotated from time to time for my pleasure, along with other women on the outside world. Mostly classy, rich women that wanted me to fuck them because if his I looked, and because they craved something sinister like me.

I did not care. I fucked wives, sisters, cousins… as long as the woman was of legal age, I would have my dick in her, if I wanted.

Fun fact; most of the husbands suspected what I did with their wives but because most of them caught a glimpse of who I originally was, they shocked it up and kept it to themselves.

Cowards.

It did not take long before the door swung open and she walked in—Freida, grinning from ear to ear. I knew it was her from the mannerisms and her poise/scent.

Clean, elegant women only. Those were my preferences.

Freida fit in to an extent. I knew she struggled to keep herself neat and attractive because I was interested in her. I appreciated the effort, as I knew that once she stopped being attractive to me, she was never seeing me again.

"Come here." I ordered, still sitting in the dark, behind my desk. It was always dark in my office, and even my room, mostly during sex, because I had no fucking business with gawking at the face of anyone I fucked.

Freida happily hopped towards my direction and stopped at my feet, lowering herself to her knees and immediately feeling for my dick in my pants.

Another reason I liked to fuck women that knew what I liked.

A random woman would not know that I loved to have my dick properly sucked before sex. I was one of those men who loved receiving head but I would never give it. The ladies enjoyed the hard sex with me, even without that.

She freed my dick from my pants and it popped out, hard and ready. Her mouth was on my thick member in no time, struggling to fit everything in her mouth. I let her do what she wanted for the first few minutes and then I gripped the back of her head and began to pound into her mouth mercilessly, until her eyes, nose and the corner of her mouth began to leak with tears, catarrh and my cum.

The moment I shot into her mouth after what seemed to be almost an hour, I jerked up to my feet and grabbed her, spinning her around so she fell against the table, her back to me.

I casually pulled my drawer open and then rummaged through it for a packet of condom. I finally laid my hands on one, not that it was too hard to find. I had a number of them in my possession all the time.

Immediately I had worn the condom over my dick, I slipped my four fingers into Freida's wet heat from the back and pounded them into her until she was a writhing mess, begging for my dick.

"Please. Please, please, please fuck me—"

She never got to finish the sentence before I slammed into her ass, filling her to the hilt. Did I mention that ass fucking automatically made my day?

I rarely fucked in the pussy, and I always… always fucked from the back.

I closed my eyes, but snapped it open at once when a certain redhead failed to leave my thoughts. I wondered how well that waist would ride me, if I let her.

Growling, I fucked Freida like an animal until she lay limp on my table, after cumming more times that I could count.

Then I released into the condom, pulling out of her eventually, and sending her away even on wobbly feet. I tucked myself into my pants, straightened my clothes and lit up another cigar, relaxing back against my chair.