All Chapters of Stripper For The Mafia Bosses : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Chapter 1 Francesca's POV. "Where the hell did I keep that thong for goodness sake?!", I cussed under my breath as I desperately searched my work clothes. It was either I brought my own thong from home, or I wore some dirty ass, uncomfortable pantie that some other sex worker had worn the night before. I overslept from last night's job, and now I had to pay for the consequences by rushing myself to work again. Everything I had to take to the club with me seemed to go missing when I needed them the most, and searching for them had me sweating in the tiny, crooked apartment of mine. I finally put my shit together, and I quickly took a seat in front of my cracked mirror to wipe the fluid off my face and apply some light make-up, hoping it wouldn't get washed away by another wave of heat. My phone suddenly came alive with a call, and the name I saw on the Caller ID made me groan my stomach out. My rude boss was the last person I needed to speak to right now!! As much as I hated he

Chapter 03 Francesca's POV. America was... Different. It wasn't until the airplane touched down that I realized I didn't know a single place in this country. Nor a single person that I could stay with. I'd long left the airport and now I was out on the streets of New York, with nowhere to go. It was a 24 hour flight, so it was almost midnight. I needed to find a cheap hotel to stay in and some food to cure my hunger. I had some money left from the briefcase I stole, but I knew it would only last me a few days in a place as expensive as New York. I kept walking mindlessly, looking for an inn or a motel that didn't look expensive from outside, but I somehow found myself in the dark part of New York. I knew I didn't have anywhere to go, but it felt like I was lost or something. "Who do we have here?", I heard someone whistle loudly. I shouldn't have been too stupid to even stop, but it was too late now that I'd faced them fully. "What's a pretty damsel like you doing in this pa

Chapter 5. Enzo's POV. I watched as she climbed on me and slowly put her arms around my neck, her cleavage glaring me in the eye. "All I want you to do is to sit, and relax, so you can enjoy the young night." The way her voice slurred slowly made my heart begin to palpate for no reason. She slowly began to rock me, but I tried to will my dick not to rise. I was supposed to be in a bad mood, thinking about how I was going to get out of this predicament that I'd found myself in. I kept telling myself that I was only here so Stefano would have someone to drive him home when he'd get drunk to stupor, or so he wouldn't do anything stupid like carrying any of these stripper girls home. "I want you to relax, papi...", She moaned as she kissed my neck and bit my ear playfully. Fuck. That Italian accent made my blood flow faster than normal. All of a sudden, I didn't have the will to control my dick anymore. I just let the bulge grow under my pants. "That's... Quite huge", she gaspe

Chapter 7 Francesca's POV. "I'm sorry ma'am, but you're not qualified for this job. You have no experience whatsoever, and we cannot employ you. Please find your way out of here." "B... But you said that the chances of getting the job is high-" "That was before you lied to us that you have been working as a caretaker all your life." How was I going to explain to her that taking care of my sick mother and drunk father for as long as I can remember made me more than qualified for this job? "Look, all I'm asking is for you to give me just one chance. If I fuck up, then you can send me packing-" "Ma'am, please leave so we don't have to call the police." The tone of the middle-aged woman made it obvious that she was serious. I thanked her before walking out of the nursery home and into the hot, evening sun. That was the seven rejection I'd gotten today, and the nineteenth I'd gotten this week. Making an honest living was harder than I thought in Italy. I was finally back in It