14 ~ Strip For Me

Brinda 

The next evening came quicker than I expected. Still, I haven't found a way to bypass Marshall and his men. Bullet is not home as she had gone on a mission Francesco sent her on. 

My legs move faster and faster around the room due to the fact that I was pacing up and down. 

Sweat glistened on my face, all the way to my back. Just as I increased the air conditioner, I heard a loud bang on my door. 

“Who the hell is that?” I questioned. 

Coupled with the issues I was facing, I rushed to open the door only to see Francesco with a smirking expression. 

“The hell is me.” He announced, his baritone voice sent chills down my spine. 

I rubbed the back of my head as I looked away nervously. “Ehm… How may I be of help to you?” I asked. 

“You can help yourself by following me out of your room. Right now!” He said, with full authority. 

I shrugged my shoulders before I followed him downstairs. When we got there, he walked towards the door swiftly. 

“Where are we going?” I asked, intrigued by what he wanted to do. 

“Can you just keep quiet for a moment? You are always asking one thing or the other. Don't you have common sense? There are things best understood by actions.” He let out his frustration. 

“I'm sorry.” I apologized instantly. 

“Better.” He said as he made his way out of the living room. 

What am I waiting for?

I followed him like an agile predator. 

The night was calm as we journeyed to a place I don't know. I couldn't even ask questions. I just sat there like a dumb woman whole Francesco typed away on his laptop. 

“Instead of sitting down there like a moron, you can reason on many things. The Fernandez family. And the likes.” He pointed out the obvious. 

At the mention of the Marshall family, anger surged through me. I hate that mob. I hate Peter. Why do I still call him Peter? He is Marshall. 

Quickly, I opened the chrome app to search for one or two things about them. In case they had another company, Marshall might have moved the crypt key there to safeguard it. 

Soon, the car pulled up in front of a fancy restaurant. I was thinking that Francesco was taking me on a date but I wasn't ready. I mean … I'm not in a catchy dress. 

He moved out of the car and I followed suit. 

Bullet approached us from the building with a smile on her phone. She greeted Francesco and did a code with her hands which I do not understand. 

Francesco moved ahead of us into the building. Bullet whispered to me, “Hey, you good?” 

“Yes, I am.” I replied in a low tone. 

After that, we followed Francesco in. Within me, I hwanted to ask how her how she escaped Francesco's wrath yesterday but there's no fucking chance. 

We entered the restaurant. Instead of Francesco having his seat, he went to a passage. We also followed him. He showed a code to the men that guarded the entrance to a room. 

We entered the room and saw a lot of people. They must be VIPS. Francesco headed towards where an elderly man sat. Two men, who were his security guards, stood by his side firmly. 

Bullet told us to stay back. 

I keo swallowing my spit as I wondered what the discussion between Francesco and the man entailed. 

To show how much I kept watch, twenty eight minutes later, Francesco and the man stood and shook hands. 

The man left with his henchmen while Francesco headed towards another room. 

What is he looking for exactly?

Suddenly, he stopped and looked back with a frown. He also raised an eyebrow, indicating that our staying back was really unnecessary. 

I walked forward but Bullet remained in the same position. 

I swirled to look at her. The expression on her face was far from the excitement I saw earlier. I wondered what was wrong with her. 

Why did her mood change in a minute?

We finally entered the room but I coughed as it reeked of smoke and alcohol. My skin crawled with unease as I clenched my fist. 

The room was dimly lit and I couldn't find Francesco but I can tell that there were about six to ten tables in the room that were filled with men. 

Ladies were touching and doing all sorts of things with them. The place was more like a VIP lounge. 

Why did he bring me here?

As I was still in my world of thought, a man approached us and gave me a bag. 

“Change into them.” Francesco ordered. He was sitting comfortably behind us. 

I followed the man to the dressing room and switched into the stripper costume in the bag. Taking me back to the start, uhn?

I smiled, thinking it would be nice to stretch my body a little. 

I moved back to the room and met Francesco drinking and smoking heavily like he won't make it till tomorrow. 

“You know that ‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’. Strip for me, Damsel. I want to see you doing something nice while I enjoy something beautiful.” Francesco commanded. 

I started dancing and tried my best to fulfill his desires. Amidst dancing, I also tried to invoke the past in him. Even if that would be the only way I can avenge myself, I will do that. 

I saw him beckon to Bullet. I couldn't see her face but I felt she was reluctant since she hesitated a lot to reach him. 

“Do the usual.” I heard him say. 

“Usual?” I pondered. 

Bullet knelt in front of him. My mind was filled with questions about what she was doing down there. 

Just when I thought I would have some rest since Francesco was really concentrating on me, I heard his low groan. 

“Yes Baby. You are good.” He appreciated it. “Suck me more, Bullet.” 

Then there was a loud pop. 

She must have released her mouth from his dick. She was actually giving him a blowjob. 

Wow! 

That means what I heard on the jet that day was true. It wasn't a lie. They do really have sex. 

Shit! 

My body boiled but I didn't stop dancing until Francesco called me. I strolled to his side and I clearly saw how a Bullet was stroking his dick and licking the head. 

“Oh fuck!!!” Francesco cried in happiness. “I wanna cum. Make me cum, Bullet.” He moaned softly before he stretched his hand to Bullet's head. 

He continued to push her head deeper and fasted so he could achieve an orgasm. After a few minutes of sexual pleasure, Francesco made a loud groan as he released his sperm into bullet's mouth. 

I heard her choke quite a little as she must have swallowed his cum. 

“This is what you will miss if you don't let me touch you.” Francesco whispered amidst heavy breathing. The biggest smile in his entire lifetime played on his lips. 

“You're a bastard.” I muffled under my breath.