THE MAFIA’S OBSESSION

Inside a red dim lighted club. Men could be seen chanting with beer bottles on their hands but their voices couldn’t over shadow the sound of the music playing. Some became aggressive, some were fighting to get a perfect view. It was a club, specially for mobsters.

What were they chanting at, what was arousing their interests?.

Her name is Amy. Amy's life had taken a drastic turn when she was just 20 years old. The loss of her parents in a car accident had left her shattered, adrift in a world that suddenly seemed devoid of safety and security.

It was her uncle who stepped in, offering her a roof over her head and a sense of stability. But this sanctuary came with a price - Amy found herself bound to her uncle's whims, forced to work for him in return for the shelter and care he provided.As she navigated her early twenties, Amy's life became a delicate balance of grief, obligation, and survival. Her uncle's support felt like a double-edged sword, offering her protection but also chaining her to his will. Now, at 23, Amy's days were filled with the weight of responsibility and the quiet desperation to forge her own path.

While Amy made her sick moves on stage, loud voices could be heard screaming her name. She has always loved dancing since she was a child.When she was younger, she used to dance for her parents and they would cheer her on. At 19 she was enrolled by her parents into a dancing academy.

Her parents loved and supported her dreams in the little ways they could. But when she lost her parents she had to drop out of the academy and moved under the authority of her uncle while hanging on to her dreams with the hope of being free one day.Right now she felt like she was in her own world.

Each move she made earned loud chants and cheers from the audience which are mostly men, not just men but mobsters.

It was an under ground club for mobsters and Amy’s uncle was no exemption, he is a well known and respected mobsters.While the music was about to end, she made her last move.

She bent over and did a booty clap.The men got crazy, satisfied with the cheers she took a bow and left the stage.

She went into another room by the Conner, entered and locked the door behind. She stood in front of the mirror, and admired her body, her shape still surfaced even under her clothes.

She always dressed to cover up cause she believes her body is for her eyes alone. She was that obsessed with it. When ever she goes out, she always put on long gowns or joggers and baggy tops even tho they didn’t really hide her shape, and when she's alone she prefers putting on underwear and letting her body feel free.

Amy took off her clothes and remained in front of the mirror admiring her curves and her clear skin. She had the body of a goddess according to her. She wasn't greatly endowed but her hour glass shape and firm standing breasts were perfect. She started striking poses in front of the mirror like she was having a photo shoot.

After a while she went in to the bathroom to clean up. She sank into the bathtub, letting the water cover her head. Her eyes were open as she admired her body under the water. She kept staring at her self till she couldn’t hold her breath any longer and then she raised her head up. She gently washed her body like it was gold and the smell of lavender filled the air.

She always used body wash and perfumes that had same scent. She loved the smell of lavender a lot except her hair wash which smelled like coconut. Amy has a long curly rich brown hair which she also cherished a lot. She applied her hair wash and gently washed her hair, taking her time to massage her scalp till she was satisfied.

When she was done, she left the bathroom to the room, she changed into another set of joggers and a shirt, she tied an apron around her waist and left the room. Aside dancing, she serves at the bar too. The club is owned by her uncle and these were the roles she had to play in exchange for taking care of her.

Stepping into the hall again, some men could be seen fighting, it was no new thing. Fights randomly happen but they die down gradually too. She went into the bar counter and a young lady smiled at her and she returned it. Her name is Rita. Amy worked with her at the bar counter. While it was a club for mobsters, every worker at the club either knew how to fight or was a mobster too except Amy.

“Girl your moves are insane everyday. You’re gonna have to teach me how to booty clap, I’ll charge extra to have to do that on a D yunno.” Rita said sassily while attending to one of the mobsters. Rita is a known whore in the club but Amy liked her cause of her kind heart. She has always been nice to Amy.

“I’ll charge you 50$ to teach you that, baby” Amy winked at her and they both laughed.

The customer Rita was attending to suddenly grabbed her breast, squeezing it so hard making her to moan softly and Amy shook her head. When he was done he threw a bundle to her and walked away.