Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

Chapter 10: Are you a Virgin

MONALISA P. O. V

“I said It. Someone is about to get laid tonight!” Candy screamed, excitement lingering in her voice as she giggled non-stop.

I jerked my head in her direction as my chest rose and fell with rapid breath. Fear crawled over my body, pinching my skin, as Lily’s dare echoed repeatedly in my ears. Damn!  I’m totally screwed up.

“Come on. A one-night stand won’t hurt a shit.” Lily shamelessly shrugged her shoulders as her gaze washed through me like a blast of ice, and I felt sweat cling to the back of my neck, dulling my hair.

“I can’t do that. And with a stranger? That’s totally off it.” I found myself speaking up loudly for the first time with a sharking voice as I kept glancing at Candy for help, but this time, she stood and began dancing away with a strange guy who offered her his hand.

__Oh God!  Why would Candy leave me here with these wolves she called friends? __

I can only imagine what they were thinking when they had that dare in their mind. Of course, I won’t agree to any dare, not when it involved dancing like a stripper and being fucked by a total stranger.

“I’m available if you want.” Jerry winked his eyes, and his tongue sucked on his lower lips seductively. Damn!  These guys are rotten.

I sent him a murderous glare because he was the one who got me into this mess. Assuming he minded his own business when he noticed I was quiet throughout the game, I could’ve been in this jumble. It was all his fault.

Lily, chuckled softly as her beautiful set of gapped teeth were fully exposed. “Come on, babe… It’s just a dare, just like every other normal dare.” She spread her hands in the air, rolling her eyes while she spoke.

__Easy to say, huh! __

I stared at her like she had grown two horns on her head. Of course, I knew she was trying to remind me of how they’ll effortlessly sly their dare, but we ain’t de same, or are we?This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Their dares flashed through my mind as Jerry had a crazy threesome with some random bitches. While Jason was dared to waggle his dicke for 3 minutes non-stop. And Lily was dared to give an old man a head, which eventually landed him in a coma.

All thanks to Candy, who stood up for her when his two sons came to deal with her for putting their father in such a condition, but Candy was smart enough to use the club rules against them.

Which states that; No any sort of violence must be conducted under the empire, or else the penalty is instant death.

I think they knew better, as they quickly withdrew their attack but vowed to come for Lily outside the empire, who clearly raised her fingers and gave them a fuck sign with her two middle fingers. Suddenly Candy popped out of nowhere and began dancing toward me with a smile on her face, as she pulled me on my arms onto the dance floor. I tried to protest, but Lily stood up and gently pushed me to follow Candy, which I had no choice but to do.

“Knock some Dickies into her brain!” Gardy!”  Lily yelled, waving at us.

Candy stopped dancing and pulled me among the crowds, and as we walked deep into the club. Soon, we finally arrived in front of a metal barrier and saw a bouncer blocking the entrance as his hands grasped behind his back, holding an emotionless expression.

Candy quickly retrieved her stripper ID card, and without questioning, he moved away, Candy pushed a metal door open and encouraged me to follow suit.

My gaze wandered all over the huge room. Okay! This place looked like heaven-it was so magnificent. My jaws dropped when I saw a well-designed wardrobe being lined up in a roll. “This club screams of wealth and riches!” I think the owner would have a money-making machine. I mumbled, still glancing around.

Candy let out a soft chuckle and said, “This club was owned by ex-mob Bobby. But he gifted the club to his son, Derek, on his 28th birthday.” She disclosed.

“Waoh! That was so generous of him, you know,” I exclaimed because I can only imagine the billions of dollars he makes in a day.

Suddenly she let out a peal of unusual laughter, which I found weird. “Generous? You say.  Ex-Mob Bobby is a dreadful Mafia and the mastermind of all sins and crimes in and out of the country. His name is known worldwide. In other words, he’s a devil from the pit of hell.” She said with a disgusted expression like the words tasted sore on her tongue.

“His son is no different from him then,” I muttered calmly.

“Of course yes. Does an apple fall far from its tree? Never!. Mob Derek is worse than his father. In other words, Run as far as your leg would carry you.” She walked toward a particular wardrobe that had her name boldly written on it.

“Why would I run from someone I don’t even know?” I strode toward her, still pounding on the information she had given me.

“You don’t even need to know him. But trust me, he’s bad news.” She rolled her eyes and threw some clothes in my direction and I caught them at a fast pace in the air.

I stared at her, wondering why she was giving me those clothes, and I gazed down to see what the clothes were made of. To my shocking surprise, I was holding a high-knee stocking and golden sparkly lingerie.

Okay, I hope these are not what I am thinking, though.

She veered around and glanced at me while I shot her a hard glare and asked, “What are these?” I asked, raising the clothes for her to see what she gave me.

“Ohh… About that? She pretended like she didn’t know what I was referring to.

I sighed loudly as my shoulder fell. “I thought we talked about these already,” I whined with pouty lips, blinking my eyes rapidly to buy her out.

“You can’t patronize me with those puppy eyes of yours. Don’t worry, I will teach you all you need to do on stage.” She handed over a pair of platform heels to me as she rested her hands on her waist.

“But—-” I tried to protest.

“No, But, Joanne. Just take a deep breath, and you will be fine. Perhaps we are here to have fun, or are you a virgin?”

I was stunned by her questions, and I quickly averted my gaze to the ground, racking my brain for an answer. No, I can’t tell her the truth, or else she would think I’m a loose bitch. She would say I’m worse than them. She will judge me, and I don’t want an awkward dilemma. I like the way I am toward her; A pretty naive girl. Let it be that way.

“It seems like you are a reserved person, and you hardly trust—-”

“I’m a virgin.” I quickly interrupted her, forcing my gaze on her face.