The mafia club

Elira’s POV

The air buzzed with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. I was in a skirt that was too short to hide my ass and a tight top that was barely holding my breasts together, as they were about to spill.

I hadn't picked up anything useful yet so I just walked around like the other girls, serving drinks and trying to avoid hands going up my skirt.

I got called over to a table, and just from the sheer look in their eyes, I could tell they were in trouble.

“Hey, pretty doll.” One drewl and I could feel myself throw up in my mouth....