Mafia Desire (Erotica)

She looked me over, grabbed my arm, and drew me in with a swift movement. I was perplexed for a moment because I could usually read people by their eyes and this was the first time I got it all wrong about someone.

She growled and murmured something to herself. I was still surprised that I had been wrong about her; I had expected her to be extremely pleasant and friendly.

“What’s your name?” “she inquired

“My name is Ava,” I introduced myself.

“Do you have a last name, hun?” she inquired.

“Um… I-I uhh w-well I ummm,” I stammered.

I refused to reveal my surname because I despised who I was related to. I hated my parents even though it had been 6 years since I had seen them. I never looked for them and just hoped that karma had taken care of them.

“Never mind,” she grumbled, “just go down that hallway and it’s the second door on the left.”

“All right, thank you!” I regained my composure.

I proceeded down the hall, opening the second door on the left. I was stunned when I opened the door. What I saw surprised me.

I saw three girls wearing tiny, tight dresses. The woman in the first seat was dressed in a deep red dress that reached her high thigh and had an open back. The next girl was dressed in a neon pink dress that reached her knees but had a slit near her thighs through which you could see her neon pink underwear.

The girl next to her was dressed similarly, but in blue. I quickly felt out of place, and I wondered if I had misjudged the time or location because they appeared to be interviewing for a stripper job. I quickly turned around and approached the maid who had directed me to that room.

“Are you sure I’m in the right place?” I inquired.

“What are you talking about?” she retorted.

“Is this the place where they’re looking for a babysitter?” I inquired.

“Of course, as I said, it’s the second door to the left,” she said, her voice slightly filled with a hint of annoyance.

“Um, okay,” I replied.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I returned to the room and took a seat next to the girl in the blue dress. Within ten minutes, three more girls arrived, all dressed in short dresses or shorts with a skimpy top.

I had a moment of doubt and thought I was about to be sold again, but I reminded myself that not everyone wants to sell you.

I was afraid of being sold again; I thought that if someone looked at me the wrong way, I would be sold again, but I realized that the world did not revolve around me and that men, being men, would look at me like a piece of meat regardless of their intentions.

A few minutes later, a woman emerged from another door and informed us that the interviews would begin immediately. She summoned the first girl in the red dress and informed her that the interview would be one on one.

About 5 minutes later, the girl stormed out, cursing up profusely.

Girl after girl would storm out, saying something like, “I hate you, I am too fu#cking good for your family anyway.” or “Your daughter is ugly in any case, she’s a brat.” All of this made me nervous , but also shocked, because no one should insult a young girl.

When my name was called, I was shocked.

“It is time for your interview, Ava.”