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Aldan came down from the car, with his guards as his escorts and with some documents in one of their hands, he walked towards the most famous club in America. He looked around him suspiciously and walked towards the club with a dark expression along with his six bodyguards behind him, each of them in a black suit with a solemn expression.

He reached the door and one of the security guards at the entrance opened the glass thick door for him as he went in and behold.

The lights were dim, they were dancers, some people were making out behind each dark corner, while some were drinking and partying for the best time of their life. The strippers appeared, girls in different shapes, sizes, and attractive ones, which were attracting a lot of men as they sprayed money on them while shaking their asses at them, while dancing on the pole with glistening high heels in different colors on their feet.

Including firefighting costumes, which commenced their strip show. They danced flawlessly while coming near the women and men who were seated in the audience and slowly stripped each of their clothing just wearing their boxers. It was their custom to come to every woman sitting in the audience so that the audience could stick out some cash in their underwear and applaud them on their job well done.

Aldan stood watching all these in front of him with his hands in his pocket when he heard…

A guy comes in his early twenties in a couple of jeans and a shirt, a well-dressed kid. He came out of the cab and brushed past Aldan without taking a look at him, almost went to the audience and was standing at the front.

"Hey, what's going the fuck on?"

A lady who was in her late thirties, wearing a sexy red dress with red heels, heard what he just said to her. "Kid, what are you talking about?"

He shouted at the top of his voice "You got fucking bitches in there, so, I can get into their asses?"

She fretted at him and it seemed like she didn't like what the dude just remarked. He was acting like the boss and calling them names as if there were his sex machines and robots.

They are humans too.

"All right, first of all, you come in here with that kind of attitude and I'm going to end up throwing you out. Second, you come in and talk to these girls like that, I'm going to throw you out. And you're not getting any refunds either." The guy looked bewildered.

Aldan scoffed at the scene, when Andrew came along and whispered into his ear, Aldan nodded his head and followed the direction to where Andrew told him he was going to meet the boss of this club.

As soon as he entered the room, the whole place was magnificent and cleaned up with a few glasses of wine on the glass table in front of him as he sat down on the fluffy, milk coloured couch and folded his legs across each other like the boss, like the Mafia he was as he looked around his surroundings.

Madam Lucille, dressed in a strap red glistening dress with a fluffy white big rope around her neck, putting on white heels as she came in, she was still the most beautiful woman in the club even though she was just in her late forties. She was just five feet tall, wearing all kinds of gold pieces of jewelleries all over her body as she walked in with all smiles and gave a little bow as soon as she saw Aldan.

"Welcome, Mr. Aldan,'' she politely greeted.

Aldan, still in his dark expression, lolled back his head at the golden headboard of the couch without even taking a glance at Madame Lucille.

"Enough with the greetings,' he raised his head and stared blankly at Madame Lucille. 'Where was what I asked for,' he boldly questioned. "And, don't waste my time."

"Here she is,' Madam Lucille pointed towards the red designed curtain on her left, as it opened and revealed an attractive lady in a black shining sleeveless tight gown, which was above her knees. Her black long hair cascaded down her shoulders, she had attractive curves, a slim stature, an oval face, a pointed nose, graceful black eyes, red lips and a white flawless skin. She was someone, anyone would call beautiful and like some goddess.

Aldan viewed her for a second and frowned. "What does she do?"

"Anything.' She responded. "Anything, you want her to do, she will do it for you without giving a second thought and she's also good at…"

"I don't want sex,' he broke in. "Didn't Andrew fucking tell you what I wanted, when I came in earlier,'

"Yes, Mr Aldan. He said you wanted someone to hire for the week as a date with no sex, smart, with a good college education, sweet-looking and someone who doesn't look like a high-class escort." She answered brilliantly.

"So, what's the problem? Why are you trying to tell me that she's good in bed,' he glared at her as he almost clenched his fist.

"I'm sorry,'' she gave a slight bow before him. "It won't happen again."

"Keep your apologies to yourself, I don't need them. Just get me what I asked for."

"She is exactly the type you want and she's good at whatever you want her to be,' she chose her words carefully, she didn't want to get into any trouble with him, she knows how he is and with any slight mistake, he could run down her business and leave her bankrupt.

After all, everyone knows him and how tyrant of a Mafia he was to everyone.

Aldan looked at the pretty lady again.

"What's her name?" He questioned.

"Lilith.' She said, "Her name is Lilith."

"Does she know how to talk or is she deaf or just dumb.' He taunted.

"I'm sorry, Sir. For not answering your questions, since it was directed at Madam Lucille,' she also gave a slight bow before him. "That's why I was silent."

She has a soft and pretty voice, Aldan thought.

"Are you capable of what I want and what I want you to do, following every move and instructions given to you?"

"Yes, Sir. I can do anything,' she said.

"Even if I told you to lick my feet,' he ridiculed.

She hesitated for a second there, then, she nodded.

"Y…Yes, Mr Aldan.'

"You don't have to stutter, if you are not ready for this job, you get the hell out of my sight." He solemnly and firmly uttered.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I would do whatever you ask.' She quickly agreed.

"Good,' he said. "That means we ain't wasting each other's time then." He said and made a gesture to Andrew. He obediently and rapidly came forward with a black file in his hands, presenting it to Aldan.

"Open it and give it to her or should I do that for you." He said with animosity in his tone.

Seeing his dark and scary expression, the man shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sir." He excused and handed it over to Lilith himself, who gently stretched her hands, took it from his hands and muttered. "Thank you, sir.' She raised her head and stared at the file, opened it and brought out a white piece of paper out of it with her gaze falling on it.

"That's a contract and you are to sign it with your name as your signature?" He instructed.

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