Sofia is a woman with a cold and ruthless exterior. As a boss in the sex trade, she is certainly not kind-hearted.
But is this woman talking coldly while fantasizing about my penis?
Fack!
My expression is resigned, but also excited, even curious to see how this female boss would fantasize about me.
"Where's today's money?"
As I was observing Sofia, Johnny's voice came through. I took out a roll of small-denomination bills from my pocket and tossed them onto the table.
Here, most of the bills are in twenty-dollar denominations, a roll about fifty bills totals a thousand US Dollar.
Johnny looked at the eight rolls of bills on the table and smiled, "Business is good this week, eight thousand." He tossed a roll to me, "This is yours."
"Thanks, boss." I stuffed the money into my pocket.
"The rest is for you, Kenny. You're my most trusted person, handle these funds well."
"I'll pay you through rent, so we can launder the money clean."
Besides being a warehouse manager, I also engage in simple money laundering activities. Since I'm the only one among Johnny's men who went to college, using rent to launder money was my idea.
"GOOD! Have someone keep an eye out for Claude's news. This guy has thirty kilograms of high-purity cocaine. Find him."
"Boss, we will."
"GOOD, whoever finds him and brings back the goods will be rewarded with ten grand." Johnny downed the drink in his cup.
Around us, the gang members displayed greedy and excited expressions.
"Boss, is it true? Ten thousand US Dollar?"
"My God, such a large sum of money."
"We'll catch that idiot."
"GOOD, I'll be waiting for your updates."
Seeing everyone else's excited smiles, Sofia's expression remained cold. At the same time, her gaze fell on my face.
I felt no excitement; it seemed like this wealth had nothing to do with me.
"Alright, guys go have fun, tonight's expenses are on me."
"Thanks, BOSS!"
Clap clap clap, Sofia clapped her hands, and the box door opened, a group of hot-bodied, beautiful Russian women walked in, each choosing a man to cozy up to as they came in.
"Enjoy yourselves." Johnny raised his glass, and the rest also raised their glasses as they embraced the girls.
Only I removed the hand of a Russian woman nearby, stood up, and walked to the door, cigarette in mouth.
"Kenny, aren't you going to have fun with us?"
"Boss, I'm stepping out for a smoke."
"Smoke inside."
"I want to make money. You know, my younger siblings are still in school, the family relies on my sister alone to support."
"Fine, Sofia, if you have work, give it to Kenny, we'll have fun."
After Johnny handed off his duties, he embraced two Russian women beside him, reaching out to fondle their breasts.
Standing in the hallway, I lit the lighter, leaned down, and took a drag on the cigarette.
Footsteps sounded from behind me, "You don't seem interested in Claude."
I turned to look at Sofia, "A bunch of Haitians robbed Cubans in Little Havana, yet the first to arrive wasn't the Cuban Gang but the patrolmen. This reeks of conspiracy. Logically, the gunfight with Claude should have involved the Cuban Gang, not the patrolmen of Havana Branch."
"Haha." Sofia's icy face showed a grin, "Looks like you're not foolish."
I exhaled smoke, "Now the entire Miami Police Department is looking for Claude, even suppressing all the gangs. But that's not the point. The point is the department has spread the word that Claude has thirty kilograms of high-purity cocaine. As a police department, considering that Claude is also a cop killer, they should be thinking of arresting Claude, not enticing other gangs to find and double-cross him to kill him. The problem here is obvious, the department is using a proxy to kill."
"You're different from Johnny's other men." Sofia leaned against the wall to my left, holding her chest with one hand and a cigarette with the other, "You're smarter than those guys. Money is good, but this money is just a trap, drawing those insects to fatal flames."
"I'm curious, why were Havana Branch's people the first on the scene?"
Listening to my question, Sofia's icy face showed approval, "Exactly, that's the overlooked point."
"Alright, do you have work for me? I want to make money."
Sofia reached out and cupped my chin, "Indeed I do, but you'll need to prove yourself."
"You also said I'm smart. Isn't that enough?"
Sofia shook her head, "Not enough, you're in a gang, besides your brain, the power you hold is something not to be ignored. Some issues can't be just solved with brains."
"You doubt my ability?"
"I don't like weak men."
[Sofia: Russian supermodel, club owner, with Russian Mafia background.
Age: 26
Occupation: Club and modeling agency owner
Height: 178 cm
Weight: 57 kg
Size: E Cup
Sexual Preference: Likes being called a bitch and slut, enjoys being played with tongue, tongue is the sensitive spot.]
Fack.
Looking at the dialog box above Sofia's head, I was stunned, a cold and proud woman actually likes being called a bitch?
This is completely different from her appearance.
"Boss, boss." The bunny girl we met earlier ran over nervously.
"What's wrong?"
"Natasha got hit." The bunny girl pointed at a booth not far away.
"Why did this happen?" Sofia's expression returned to coldness.
The bunny girl was a bit flustered, "Natasha was dancing on the legs, and that guest used his hands to touch her lower body, even wanting to fuck her."
"Damn that man, doesn't he know sex transactions are forbidden in the club? If we accidentally got found out, our liquor license would be revoked."
"Some girls do these things for performance, so the other party thinks sex is available here." The bunny girl's voice was slightly low.
"Bastard, I've said it before, this isn't those cheap clubs. We run a high-end line, if they want to street walk, they can go ahead, but not stay in my club."
"Sorry, boss."
"Leave it to me." I clamped the cigarette between my lips and headed for the room the bunny girl pointed to. "Who's inside?"
"It's a dentist."
I arrived at the door, knocked on it.
Knock, knock, knock!
No response, knock, knock, knock!
Still, no one answered.
I lifted my foot and kicked the door.
Bang!
The door flew open from my kick.
Entering the room, a bald man was pressing down on a bikini cat girl, kissing her neck incessantly, one hand kneading her breast, the other reaching into her thong, caressing her lower body.
"Baby, you're so beautiful."
"No, don't do this, let me go."
"Bitch, you want it badly, you're already wet, isn't it comfortable? Bitch, I'm gonna fuck you now. You're so alluring!" With that, the man began licking her earlobe with his tongue.
Rip, the girl clawed continuously.
Her nails slashed his cheek, leaving two bloody streaks.
Smack!
The man slapped the cat girl across the face, "Bitch, you're just a whore, stop pretending to be a virgin, I'll pay you. Earlier you danced for business, but kept grinding on me, why are you holding back now?"
"I was just dancing, let me go, help."
"Help? You're just a whore, I'll pay you."
"Please, please don't do this, let me go. I'm not a whore!"
The Russian girl named Natasha shouted and started crying.
"Bitch. Seeing you cry makes me even more excited." The man was speaking when, bang, the door was kicked open, and he turned to see me.
"Who are you?"
I looked at the pair, cigarette dangling, sitting on the coffee table, the fat guy hovering over the girl stared at me.
"I'm Kenny, Kenny Clark!"
"Listen, whoever you are, this is a VIP room, get out."
The fat man looked at me annoyed, having drunk some, with marijuana on the coffee table, feeling a bit high, plus Natasha's dancing had revealed a hidden side to this usually serious middle-aged man.
Sofia and the bunny girl stood at the entrance without coming in, seeming to want to see how I handled things.
"Sir, you seem to have made a mistake."
"What did you say?" The fat man didn't understand me.
Cat girl Natasha looked at me with pleading eyes, "Help me. Please help me!"
The girl's face had a clear handprint, the slap heavy, with a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.
"Bitch, I paid you double the tip."
"No, no, no, you're mistaken." I said softly, taking out the cigarette and extinguishing it in the ashtray.
"I'm mistaken?"
"Yes, this doesn't relate to payment."
"I paid, she must serve me, that's the rule."
"No, I set the rules here, no sexual acts allowed."
"Fack! Bring your boss over." The fat man's emotions grew more agitated.
I picked up a nearby bottle and suddenly lifted it, bang! The bottle crashed onto the fat man's shoulder.
"Damn! You dare hit me?"
"Yes, is there a problem?" After saying this, I took a picture of the pair with my phone.
"What are you doing?" The fat man shielded his face.
I abruptly seized the fat man's neck and again struck his head with the bottle.
Bang! "Ah! You broke my head, damn bastard!"
I gripped the fat man's chin, took out my phone, aiming the lens at him.
"Relax, you're not looking camera-ready now, posted online, this might get tons of likes."
"You can't do this!" The fat man sat up, terrified, not wanting his wife to see this photo.
I turned to him, leaning in, slapped the fat man's cheeks, smack smack!
The striking was humiliating, but the fat man didn't get angry; now he sobered up.
"I can do this; do you want fame? By the way, what's your name?"
"Sorry, could you delete the photo?"
"Of course, our club is a business place, customer is king, I'll meet your request. Anything else?"
"Settle the bill." The fat man put on his clothes.
I snapped my fingers, and the bunny girl smiled walking in, "Thank you for your patronage," handing the POS machine to swipe the card.
"Can I leave now?" The fat man looked at me fearfully.
I pointed to the beaten girl, "You forgot to say something?"
"Sorry."
"Say it again, that's not right!" I interrupted him.
"I'm sorry! Girl, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry!"
Natasha wiped her tears looking at me, then the fat man, afraid to speak.
"OK, you can go!"
After handling the issue, Sofia's eyes sparkled looking at me.
"You barely meet the grade."
I turned to see the cold boss lady's thought bubble over her head. [Such a sexy man.]
This bitch clearly appreciates me yet consistently pretends not to care.