All Chapters of Enslaved By The Mafians : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It was yet another night of work for Mercedes, or, as she was known and called in this life of hers, Coochie. There was another Pay Per View event at Tequila and she, as expected, was supposed to be the center of attraction, and the main event. And so, she had left her two bedroom apartment early, in a bid to get to the club on time and then have enough prep time backstage as she could get before the show would begin in earnest.However, from the moment she'd walked into the building that cool evening in her winter coat, leather pants and boots, she could feel that something, somewhere wasn't right. From the fact that she'd been asked to go in through the back door, to the way the bouncer at the aforementioned back door sharply turned away when he spotted her, and then, crowning it all was the way Andrej had waved almost eerily while smiling weirdly at her from his office's balcony which overlooked the entrance to the strippers' backstage area. He'd never waved at her before then. Wha

There was no small amount of drama at Tequila from that night until the following morning after Mercedes had officially been declared missing. It was Mindi who'd discovered this, coming back to the changing rooms after her own performance to see Mercedes's phone on the floor, face down, with her bag and locker ajar. She'd not taken it seriously until she saw the open second door in the room which led through the back door and out into the yard behind the club. Making a few inquiries and finding that no one had seen Mercedes, she'd then raised an alarm, and just like that, from that moment up until 9:44 am the following morning, she hadn't been found.Mindi was sitting in the changing room, in the exact same spot that Mercedes had been sitting the previous night, terribly shaken and reminiscing so much that although she had FBI Agent Ruby standing before her, shooting questions at her, she couldn't hear a thing."Miss Mindi!! Are you okay?" Ruby's impatience had run out and she was now

"I'm telling you, Ruby.. Those fuckers over at Tequila know something.. Especially the manager, that pale, shaky Serbian fuck, Andrej.. And his bouncer, Randy.. I'm convinced that they know more about what happened to Mercedes than they told us."Agent Snyder was in his kitchen, standing before his coffee maker with his phone in one hand through which he was talking to Ruby, his partner, and banging the equipment before him to show his conviction and strong belief in every single syllable that made up the words he was saying."Well, how are you so sure? I mean, I talked to Mindi, the last person to have spoken to Mercedes, or Coochie… whatever, before she disappeared, and she seemed pretty sincere. What's giving you this confidence, Snyder?" Ruby, as expected, was very skeptical and critical, wanting concrete evidence before believing or going along with anything, because she knew full well that Snyder was undoubtedly a smart agent, but more often than not, he could be full of bullsh

It wasn't until mid day that FBI Agent Snyder's eyes lazily dragged open. He was feeling spent, and his groin ached. Sitting up on the bed, he noticed that the room was a sorry mess, with clothes littered on the floor, the bed covers dragged to one side and the smell of sweat and sex in the air.He and Mindi had stayed up for most of the night, pleasuring and digging into each other, and now, as he made to get up, his mind flashed back to the previous night's events.After she'd sucked him expertly for a good period of time, driving him crazy and messing with his brain with the way she'd repeatedly rolled her tongue around the tip of his cock, where it was most sensitive, and played with his balls, electrifying every inch of him, Mindi had proceeded to give him the longest, hardest ride of his life.She'd taken him raw inside her, not minding the risks of possible pregnancy, and had twerked on him, while making sure that his dick was still thrusting into her. Then, when he couldn't

"So.. What have you been able to gather, as information?" Omari began, looking straight into Ruby's eyes."Well," Ruby started, clearing her throat, "this man who was killed here, Randy, used to work as a bouncer at Tequila, the same bar which, coincidentally, has been on our suspect list for drug related activities for the past six or seven months, and the same bar from where their chief stripper, Mercedes Gomez, or Coochie, as they know her, was kidnapped just under a week ago..""Mm.. You are aware that the chances of these events being purely incidental are very low, right?""Very much aware," Ruby replied instantly, impressed at Omari's instinct, "however, we can't jump into any conclusions, because we don't have any concrete evidence to hold on to.. It's all speculation. Now, I would love nothing more than to lead a raid on the bar right now, but not only has it been closed down temporarily, we also wouldn't know who to hold to any account.. The manager, Andrej, who runs things,