Maid for the Mafia

**MICKEY**

After I left the pool, I had one thing on my mind. That was to get to my room as quickly as humanly possible. I bypassed the leering eyes of about a dozen wanton maids without giving them so much as a second look. They were always staring at me anyway, and now that they had seen my cock I was sure it would only get worse. In fact, as I approached the door to my suite, which was one of the few on the first floor, one of them actually had the nerve to stop me. The bitch stepped directly in my path and placed two hands on my chest before I realized she was even there.

"Mister Savo, sir," she cooed in the gentle voice of a girl who was used to the placating of men.

I breathed out of my nose as slowly as I was able before glaring down at her with poison in my eyes. "What is it?"

She smiled, not even a little aware of how close she was to getting fired. "If I might offer myself in service to you"-her eyes batted downward-"I would be most pleased to ease your discomfort."

"Would you? That's great. Then get the fuck out of my way and *never* place your hands on me again," I said coldly.

She flinched, yanking her hands back in shock before slithering back down the hall like the little snake that she was. Bitch.

I slammed the door to my suite the moment I was in it and winced at the sudden contact of my fist on my cock. The damn thing felt like it weighed a *thousand* pounds and was pulsing with the seed of a *thousand* men. It wanted what it wanted and what it wanted was still in the pool. *God I was so close! She wanted me, I could feel it!*

"Fuck!" I shouted to the empty room as I made my way to the shower and closed my hands around myself under the full spray of a cold rain.

Closing my eyes, I pictured her in my arms again. The way I had her against the back of the pool. The sounds she made as I tasted the perfect buds of her nipples, the *feel* of her soft, luscious thighs in my hands. I imagined myself, pushing aside her clothing and pumping my dick into her tight wet heat. I stroked myself faster and harder, desperate to relieve the spell she cast on me. *Desperate* to fill her imaginary presence with every drop of my desire. It didn't take long. The image of what her eyes looked like when I rushed her in the pool - her surprise, her fear that quickly shifted into pleasure - it did me in. I exploded in a stream of ecstasy, cursing at the top of my lungs with her name on my lips. As the water washed away the last of my fantasy, my mind had finally cleared. As long as I could keep myself from replaying our little swim and my ears from hearing her moans behind the waterfall, I would be fine. At least... until dinner. I got dressed quickly and then draped myself across the sofa of my suite. Reaching for the remote on the table I resigned myself to the duties bestowed on me by my irritating cousin and switched on the security module. I didn't have access to *all* the cameras in this place, thank fuck, only the first floor and the grounds. But I knew my cousin had cameras in way more interesting parts of the house that he monitored personally. Cameras... like the one in Romany's suite. And of course, the one in the Playroom. The latter he *sometimes* connected to the theater for high paying customers to view through. Many a star had been made in that room and none of them knew just how famous they were. Disgusting really, but lucrative for certain.

I was just starting to doze when a familiar set of bouncing tits sashayed down the stairs and into the main hall. Instantly awake, I licked my lips and groaned to see that she was back in that delicious white dress again. Fucking perfect. Raging hard on here I come. Whoever it was that designed such a thing had one idea in mind. The torturing of men. Where did she even get it? *I wonder if they make them in red.* I would buy her one if they did. Shit, I would buy her two. One for her to wear and one for me to ruin.

Watching her ass as she passed through the corridor, I smiled to myself. Where *was* this little vixen going? I wanted to think that maybe she was looking for me, but I knew that wasn't likely. So *where* was she going? That's when it happened. Gerald.

My poor little Doll ran smack into his chest and the big fucking dope threw her back into the wall. "Oh you stupid fucking meathead," I growled at the screen, leaping up to grab my piece.

I didn't see what happened next. My head was roaring with anger as I loaded my clip and exited into the hall not even bothering to hide my gun. Gerald was one of the guards that Alex had expressly asked me to watch because it was suspected that he had ties to Santos. A rival boss from another territory. Unil now he hadn't done anything spectacular enough to warrant my attention. But the moment he put his hands on Romany's precious body, he hung himself. I would spend the entire night bringing him closer to God. Not that he wasn't going to hell, he most certainly would be. But I like for them to pray before they meet the devil. It thrills me to see the hope die in their eyes when they are denied their salvation.

The gasps and shouts of the frightened maids as I passed them didn't deter me in the least. When I finally reached the corridor she was in, I'm nearly in a panic because it was empty. Stepping slowly in the only direction they could have gone, I listened. The faint sound of an odd thumping on my left tells me there's someone inside the storage room. Checking the door and finding it locked, I'm convinced now that he's taken her inside. Because for one - this is his post and he should still be standing here. And two - the door to this room is never, ever locked. I reached inside my pocket for the master key that unlocks all the service doors in the house and slipped it inside the lock.

The moment I stepped into the room, light from the hall illuminated the space. My blood boiled with rage at the sight of Gerald pressed up against her. I crept up behind him as silent as a ghost. Working to control my temper as I watched him ruin my favorite dress and rear back to strike her. In one motion, I cocked my gun and pushed the cold metal barrel directly against the back of his big bald head. He froze.

"Do it," I said softly. "Go for it and let's see how many different ways I can paint the room with your fucking brains."