17 comments/ 39800 views/ 45 favorites Wherever I Go, She Go Ch. 01 By: Lyzette Alexander DeMarca narrowed his grey eyes at the strip club, and grimaced with distaste. Jesus, he hated this fucking place. He hated the music, the strippers, the uniforms; even the smell turned him off. "When is this place gonna change?" he asked his best friend Cyrus, who was sitting down at one of the VIP tables. "When your father stops being a dick and lets you change it." Cyrus Franchetti, Alex's right hand man answered simply, his neck buried in a beautiful blonde's neck, whispering things in her ears. Alex considered this while he looked at his Rolex. Quarter to ten. "We're not staying here long," Cyrus looked up at his friend, pleading with his bright blue eyes that he could stay just long enough to get the blonde slut's number and maybe a quicky backstage. "Half an hour C" Alex demanded, turning his gaze back to the club. He knew that regardless of how badly Cyrus wanted to pull an all nighter with the blonde girl, Cyrus would come with them. Everyone he knew listened to him, because at any willing time, he could leave you sleeping with the fishes if you fuck with him. No one ever dared to cross Alex anyway, for the simple fact that he was that intimidating. He was the type of guy who'd rather glare into a photo then smile. To him, a smile was a point of weakness, and weak was something Alex was not. He remained silent, and glared at the females that appeared by his side, and touched his chest and shoulders like they knew him. He fucking hated to be touched. "Jesus I fucking hate this place." He growled, before still gripping the bar that separated him from the first floor. Meanwhile Nikki Tolinteno was having just as a hard time enjoying her time at the club. "Jesus, I fucking hate this place," Nikki Tolinteno, wiping her invisible sweat from her caramel-colored face. "When is the fire department gonna condemn this God-Forsaken place?" Mimi Gregory gave Nikki a sympathetic look. "Someone grabbed your ass again?" Nikki rolled her eyes and filled her tray with empty cups. "Not just my ass. Some joker actually pulled me in his lap and asked me to come home with him." Mimi giggled softly, "So what'd you do?" Mimi asked, ready to hear the latest on her friend's outburst at the unruly customers. "What do you think I did?" Nikki asked, walking toward the bar with a full tray. "I slapped his stupid drunk face, and told him to fuck himself." She smiled when Mimi started laugh heartily. "All I keep think is, Money money money..." "Gotta dollar and a dick," Mimi finished, remembering a Lil Wayne song. "These tricks better have more than that," a snappy voice cut in, and when Nikki looked up she rolled her eyes to see Samantha Alice, a leggy, blonde haired blue eye stripper. She actually thought she was above the waitress as Nancy's because she made extra money from being the most requested stripper there. With her fake boobs and skinny ass. She'd been Nikki's rival since the first time they met, when Nikki had been a measly collage freshman and new to the club scene. She'd preferred the quite of home, unlike her younger sister Penny who was in love with Nikki's fast-paced job. Samantha had been able to pick out Nikki's timid demeanor, and had accidently to that as weakness, and soon learned that Nikki was anything but weak. "Right. We know you have to pay for those three abortions you've had in the past year still," Nikki replied, smiling at Jaryd, the bartender. Samantha glared at her and growled, "Don't get mad because—" "Sweetie," Jaryd interrupted, looking at Nikki. "Can you take that to the gentleman up there?" he pointed up on the balcony, where a man was looking over the crowd. "Sure," Nikki said softly, with a wide smile. She loved Jaryd, and wished he wasn't gay on more than one occasion. He was like the perfect guy for her. Alex began to grow weary of standing above the club. He wanted more than anything to hit the peacefulness of his Brooklyn condo, but his Manhattan estate was where he'd be sleeping tonight. Gabby was probably there now, waiting for him to come home so she can pretend they are in love, when she knew it's been over since— "Um...excuse me," a shy voice interrupted Alex's thoughts. "I don't mean to interrupt but—" "Well it's too fucking late for that isn't it?" Alex spat wickedly. He still didn't look up so he couldn't watch hazel green eyes switch from shy to aggravated with one second to spare. "Listen bastard, I just came up here to give you your fucking order. You don't have to get fucky with me just because you're having a shitty night." What did that little bitch just say to him? Did she just? She couldn't have... "Just who the fuck do you think you are you little—" Alex stopped short when he finally looked up. She wasn't short of the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life. She stood at 5'1 or 2, long curly brown hair, plump pink lips, a cute button nose, and a body that could make him drool. Not that he did. "Cunt," he continued, pushing his hair from his face. "Judging by that uniform you work for me. And since you work for me, I fucking own you. So don't come to me with some loud mouth bullshit or else you'll be out on the fucking street!" The fire in the girl's eyes didn't budge at the threat. "Sounds damn skippy to me. If I'd known that my next customer was such a fucking dick, I'd never—" her hand raised to her cheek. He'd slapped her. Not hard, but hard enough to where her reflexes kicked in and she slapped him right back. What the fuck was wrong with him? She hadn't purposely hit him but, what the hell, why would he slap her? The man didn't move, he just stared at her. Nikki took the hint, and hurried away from him, not really caring that his drink was still in her tray, and that she was about to spill it all over the carpet. "Nik what just happened?" Mimi asked her friend, as the two girls served drinks to the already drunk customers. Nikki turned to Mimi with anger still in her hazel eyes. "What? What are you talking about?" Mimi rolled her deep blues. "You're face is red as hell and you look more pissed then I've ever seen you. Does it have to do with Alexander DeMarca?" "Who's Alexander DeMarca?" Nikki asked, glaring at the drunk fifty year old male that just slapped her ass. "You don't know who Alexander DeMarca is?!?" Mimi asked in outrage. "How do you even work here?" Nikki shrugged, and kept walking toward an empty table to relax. "I don't really pay attention around here. I just do my work and move on, you know that." Mimi threw her hands up in frustration. "Do you know how many girls would kill to even have a conversation with him?" Mimi asked, changing the subject. Nikki stopped and turned to Mimi. "No and personally I don't care. I'm here to pick some extra money up, because my part of the rent is getting a little high since Penny lost her job. Not so I can get angry and argue with some random guy who comes to a dirty strip club on his night off from his stupid job." Wherever I Go, She Go Ch. 02 Alexander looked down at his desk, tapping his fingers to it. He was sitting in his office at him, books surrounding him. Cyrus and Greg were sitting in their usually seats at the office. Cyrus on the couch on the side of the room, Greg by the window, looking outside at the beautiful view of New York. "What's up Alex?" Cyrus asked, tiered of the silence. Actually, he knew damn well what was wrong. That girl that they saw tonight stood up for herself, and Alex didn't like that. "Where's Mya?" Alex asked, completely off topic. Apparently he didn't want to talk about it. "Shouldn't she be—" "I'm here," Mya announced, opening the door with a dramatic look to her face. In her hand she held this month's profits, and obviously she was quite proud of her work. Alex looked at Mya expectantly. He usually hated when people were late, and sometimes people lost fingers because of that. But with Mya it was different. She was his best friend. The two had known each other since grade school, and had even played hide and seek together. They were both loners, Alex because his father told him not to get closed to anyone in his life, and Mya because her father said friends are stupid distractions. They'd broken down barriers back then, when they stood up to their strict fathers and demanded that they let them be friends. Since that moment, they'd been the closest a man and woman could ever be. They were each other's first everything, from kiss to consultant. When they broke up when they were in high school, they'd even had taken that coolly. The both knew they weren't right for each other for love, but more for a friendship. But that didn't exactly mean that she was getting out of this. Oh no, he was going to make sure she felt it, and he knew just how to do it too. "You do know that keeping me waiting takes off a thousand." Mya's eyes narrowed. She hated when Alex decided to punish her, because she was supposed to be 'like everyone else'. Fuck that. She wasn't everyone else. She was Mya fucking Lee, and he wasn't going to forget that shit. "Hmm I wonder who wants to see his numbers...you know, before I 'accidently' burn them." Mya held back a smile while she watched Alex tense. But when she looked in his eyes it was obvious he wasn't in a playful mood this evening. His gray eyes seemed lost tonight, and Mya wondered why. Alex looked at Mya, or more past her, and thought about how fucking reckless Mya was. Mya was a pretty girl. She had long brown hair, pale, and brown eyes. She was Asian, but she was far from the stereotypes of Asian's. She was quick to get hot, she was attracted to females, she was beyond competitive, and she was more street smart then book, aside from numbers. She was a genius when it came to accounting, and she was scary about it. It was like she was obsessed. But even though she has all those great qualities, that fucking attitude, that kind of shit could get her killed. Now that he thought about it, she and that other girl from tonight were really alike, with a 'You WILL respect me' attitude. Not that he didn't admire that. Because that's what he demanded, but no matter what, he'd win. It was automatically programmed in him to win. That's why Mya was going to find out who that little bitch from tonight was, and bring her to him. As soon as fucking possible. *** "Shiiiitteee!" Nikki screeched, gripping her aching toes. "Fucking assHOLE!" she'd just bang her toe against the living on table, and it hurt like a bitch. She threw herself on the dingy couch she and let out more cries of pain. "What the fuck sis?" Penny asked, walking past Nikki to go to the kitchen. "MY FUCKING FOOT!" Nikki shouted, even though the pain was slowly going away. Penny grabbed a soda and replied, "Oh. Well anyway, Jerry is coming over tonight." Nikki glared at her sister. "Are you serious? That's like the third time this week!" Penny glared at her sister and opened the bottle and complained, "First you yell at me for not being in a relationship, then when I decide to settle down, you hate it." "I don't hate it," Nikki said softly, looking into her sister's greenish-blue eyes. "I just hate that he doesn't have his own place so he comes over here twenty four seven. He's a fucking alcoholic and you know I have to deal with that at work. I don't want that shit at home too." "So we'll go to his place tonight." Penny replied, sitting down on the floor next to her sister's legs, crossing her own. "Are you sure that's even safe?" Nikki considered. "I mean, he lives with a bunch of 'runners' for a large mob boss. Isn't it like, one strike and you're out?" Penny shrugged. "I don't really ask Jerry about that kind of stuff." Nikki shook her head at her sister's irresponsibility. She didn't know about that stuff either, but regardless she wasn't going to throw herself under the bus. Especially not for a guy. "Ok...well I'm gonna take a shower." Nikki moved toward their shower, and muttered. "I need this night off of me. Fucking asshole." She cursed, recalling the bold man she'd encountered that night. As she turned the shower on, she couldn't help but remember his eyes, they'd been something that stuck in her mind. They were grey, but appeared to be silver, and when he turned to look at her angrily, she couldn't help but get a little tingle in between her thighs. God, that guy was fucking sexy. Nikki shook her head. "What's wrong with me?" Normally, Nikki never thought like this. In high school, she'd been called the 'stuck up bitch' because she spent more time studying then dating. She refused to let anyone get in the way of her dreams of opening her own practice, and she especially wasn't going to let a man get in the way. She'd been more homely. Not that she didn't have her share of boyfriends throughout her high school career. It was just that she went for the guys that were smart, that believed in goals, rather than a cute face. Nikki rolled her eyes, thinking about how every guy she'd ever been with had been mentally arousing, but when it came to the bedroom, she'd never actually had a good time with sex. Maybe that's why she tossed the thought of sex away. She wasn't a virgin, but she hadn't had sex in two years, so she might've well been a born-again virgin. She laughed lightly. Her sister was her complete opposite. 'Take no prisoners' was Penny's motto since the day she was born. She applied that to everything that was important to her. Family first, then boys. She'd gotten around quite a lot when they were in high school, regardless of Nikki's never ending warnings about STDs, stupid guys, and the rumors about her. She didn't give a fuck. More often than once, Nikki wished she could be just as free as her little sister, be just as inhabited. But for some reason, tonight she felt herself slip a little. That guy got to her quick, which wasn't something new, but the fact that she melted at the look he gave her, and even that quick smack he dished to her, got to her. She wasn't usually quick to get turned on. But who the fuck was he? Mimi had acted like he was so special. Was he a model? He looked good enough to be one. But with such an attitude...how did people put up with him? She sure as hell wouldn't. *** Nikki walked out of her house at around seven twenty, dressed in Sean John sweats, and her thick curly hair wrapped up in a ponytail. She was carrying her usual duffle bag, filled with her revealing work uniform that consisted of small shorts, that barely covered her thick hips, and a tight white shirt that barely hid her 36C breast. Luckily they'd funded for black jackets that met her torso. More often than not Nikki zipped the jacket up so her unruly costumers wouldn't look down her v-neck. Nikki sighed. When she'd first to the job she'd been 18 and hadn't really known much about the city. She'd come from Westchester, which was more of a suburb in New York. Actually, she didn't have to work at the sleazy place, but she was doing it more to prove a point to her asshole father. She could make it on her own. She didn't need anyone. And she didn't until her sister decided that she couldn't take being suffocated by her father, and wanted to live with her. When Nikki had heard that, her heart had dropped a little. She liked living alone. Not that she didn't like her sister, she actually loved her sister, but living alone had given her a hella lotta freedom. She missed that. "Spare change?" a man sitting on the street held his hands out, so Nikki gave him a ten and moved on. She hated that about herself though. She barely had money, but she couldn't help but not give money to someone less fortunate. "Hey babe," Mimi shouted excitedly, reaching over to hug Nikki when she walked inside the club. "We aren't working tonight!" her friend sing-songed, shaking her ass a little. "What?" Nikki asked, her face dropping a little. She needed the paycheck, along with her hefty tips. "Why the fuck not?" Mimi grinned and pulled her friend with her. "We're still getting paid, don't worry girly, but...we're watching the strippers perform tonight." Nikki rolled her eyes. This wasn't exactly something new for her. She came here on time every night, so she was always around when the strippers decided to practice a little. "Okay...and your point is?" "Fresh Meat." Jaryd grinned, placing his hands on both Nikki and Mimi. Nikki's eyes widened with happiness. "HELL YES!" Nikki shouted, pumping her fist in the air. God she loved Fresh Meat. They were so innocent, and were so gullible and easy to fool. Especially since most of them were dumb blondes who resembled Samantha. "Ahh I almost forgot about Fresh Meat night." Mimi nodded excitedly, and threw herself on the stripper stage. "Come dance with me Nik." Mimi demanded, holding her hand out. Nikki protested for a few minutes, before she decided, what the hell. No one would see them anyway. A fellow co-worker turned some music on, beginning with Bobby Valintino's Anonymous. Nikki quickly found the beat and swayed her hips along with it. She loved dancing. She lost her self in the music soon, and everyone surrounding her disappeared. Meanwhile, Alex was coming into the club. He was always there to watch his future strippers, to see if they were slutty enough for the club. Apparently only the top strippers got in here, so he made sure he was extra picky. But when he came in, there was already music on. For a minute it was looking like I'd end up one of those guys Spending my whole life Looking for a special lady to save me Maybe I'll never be satisfied Had a couple bad lucks and a couple dimes Now that I'm looking for you Why are you so hard to find? Alex recognized it as one of those rapper/singer musics that his club promoted. But that song was held on deaf ears when he noticed the stage. On it were two girls, one light skinned, hands above her head and her almost nonexistent hips shaking. The girl next to her caught his attention instantly. She was really into the music, her eyes were closed, and her head thrown back while she moved her body to the beat. Her long brown curls were swaying along, and her sweat jacket had been tossed to the side earlier, so she was just wearing a white tank top, along with sweatpants with the words 'Sean John' across her rather large rump. Her skin resembled coffee cream, and her body reminded him of the old coke bottles. "Who is that?" Alex heard himself ask Mya, who was standing next to him. He couldn't take his eyes off the girl, who was still moving while some man rapped to the beat. "Um..." Mya stared at her a little longer, before pulling a man to her side. "Who's that?" she asked bluntly, pointing the girl on the stage?" "That one?" the man asked, his blue eyes fallowing her finger, "Um I don't know," He looked up at Alex who was still gazing across the club at her. Jaryd could tell that Alex had yet to realize that she was the girl from last night. He smiled knowingly. Even though he didn't know Alex personaly, the idea that he was infactuated with his friend made him a little proud. Alexander DeMarca had to have been one of the most powerful guys in New York at the momment. "Ahh. Thank you," Mya nodded, and let go of the man, she turned to Alex, to see if he heard. If he had, he didn't let on. It wasn't really like him to watch someone so closely, but there was something in him that looked different from the way he looked at every other girl, including her. I gotta know, I gotta know Your name, Your name, Your name Why you gotta be anonymous? The chorus rang through Alex's ears feeling so true. He had to know who she was, standing on that stage like she owned it, causing his manhood to get hard at the look of her ass. God, when was the last time he had a real woman? Forever and a day. The song slowly stopped, and so did she. When she opened her eyes, everybody began to clap and whistle, causing her to blush. "Oh come on Nikki, accept it," Mimi grinned widely, pushing her friend forward a little. "You deserve it with that hot little body of yours." Mimi teased. Nikki bit her lip, and bowed, twirling a little before she did the deed. "Thank you," she grinned, still not noticing that a man across the room was looking at her, staring at her and watching every movement she was doing. "Encore!" one of the stripper-wannabes shouted, reaching for the iPod. Nikki shook her head quickly, and got ready to get off the stage. "No, encore." A deep voice demanded, standing right in front of her bent knees. She quickly sat down on the stage and in haled. It was the guy from last week. Now that she could really get a look at him, Nikki noticed how handsome he was. He wasn't just model handsome, he was perfect handsome. He was staring at her intensely, and Nikki was staring just as hard back. "Dance again," he ordered, his voice even. If he remembered who she was, he wasn't giving that up. While Nikki stood up, Alex couldn't help but feel his Johnson get a little harder. God she was sexy. But he wasn't supposed to want her. The last time he saw the little bitch, she was slapping him and cursing him out. Now she was about to dance for him, and he'd be damned if he didn't enjoy it. More than anything at this point though, he wanted her in the private of his home, where he could teach her a lesson about respecting people. Let's go to sleep in Paris, and wake up in Tokyo. Have a dream in New Orleans, Fall in love in Chicago, Mayne. Wherever I go she goes. Nikki looked down at the man, a worried look on her face. She wasn't exactly sure she could dance something so slow. The man didn't seem to care he just gave her an expectant look, still standing there. Nikki sighed, and found the beat. She moved her hips, and pretty soon her arms were fallowing suit. She got lost again, and Alex could feel himself get lost watching her. God she was hot. And being this close to her while she was dancing was making him want to take her home even more. But there's no way she'd go home with him just because. He needed a good plan, something that would make her have to go out with him. Out the corner of his eyes, he saw another female walk into the club, and she instantly got a shocked look on her face when she saw the girl on the stage. She smiled wide, and rushed to the stage. "Hell yeah sis!" the girl shouted, causing Nikki's eyes to open. When she saw the girl below, she stopped dancing. Alex turned his face to survey the girl who'd made the beautiful girl stop dancing. She looked young, too young to be in this club. She was just as petite as the girl she'd called 'sis', but she had short yellowish hair, that was obviously dyed. She had bright green eyes, a lighter skin tone then her sister, but she didn't seem to be as pretty as her sister, at least to Alex. It was probably because she wasn't as curvy. "Why'd you stop?" the girl asked the question that was on the tip of Alex's tongue. "You looked great up there." "Shut up Penny," Nikki blushed, shaking her head. The song had long been finished, and Nikki finally turned to the gray eyed man. "Um..." she didn't know why, but she couldn't really even say anything to him. The way he was looking at her right now, she felt like he was undressing her with his eyes or something. He looked away for a few seconds, and motioned for someone to come over. Before Nikki knew it, a beautiful Asian woman appeared by his side. She turned to look at her, and Nikki saw something change in her eyes. Like she was excited about something. Okay then...Nikki thought, and before she knew it, a card was being shoved in her hands. "Ten O'clock," she heard him say to her, before he walked away. Nikki felt her face get hot at the intense look he gave her, while Penny excitedly went on about how hot the guy was. "I can't believe Alex DeMarca just invited you to his office!" Penny screeched, grabbing the card from Nikki. "Who?" Nikki asked, feeling a little light headed. She couldn't really understand it, but she felt really effected. Like some large rapper or singer just acknowledged her. "Alex DeMarca," Penny repeated, "He's like, the largest mobster in New York. And then it clicked. Nikki turned to her sister. No wonder he had that 'I'm king of the fucking world, everyone must do as he says. Then it hit her again. "Shit," she muttered, walking away from the stage. The other night, she cursed him out...at any moment, something could happen to her. But maybe...maybe he didn't remember it was her. She looked down at the card Penny had handed back to her. Maybe he just liked the way she danced, and wanted to talk to her about her being a stripper. She'd gladly take that over drowning in the Hudson River any day. Wherever I Go, She Go Ch. 03 Hey you guys, sorry for not updating sooner. I've been trying to find an editor, but so far, no luck. Sorry for any mistakes, and I swear I'm working on the edit thing. Anyway, here you go: "So are you going?" Mimi asked, while walking with Nikki to Taco Bell. It was around 9:20, and they had decided they were hungry. Penny had left a half hour ago to see Jerry, so they'd been bored as hell since then. "Nik?" Nikki turned to her friend. She didn't answer, she just shrugged. She'd been asking herself the same question ever since the Asian girl gave her the card. If she didn't go, she could be sleeping with the fishes. If she did go, she'd be sleeping with the fishes sooner. "I...don't know. I mean, now that I really know who he is..." Nikki stared at the neon lights ahead of her. "It's just scary." Mimi nodded sympathizing with her friend, but couldn't help but feel some pride. Alex DeMarca was interested in her best friend. How many girls could say that? "But if you don't, think of the shit that could go down. I mean, think about Penny." Nikki lost her breath for a second. Penny. She had completely forgotten. If something happened to Penny...Nikki would die on the spot. "I have to go." Nikki decided aloud. Damn it. Why couldn't she just shut her mouth? Why did she have to be so quick to get hot? She was level headed with everything else. But when someone insulted her, it was just...too much for her to take. When they reached the restaurant, Nikki realized she wasn't hungry anymore. The thought of Penny being in danger because of her stupid actions got her really caught up. *** "Hey," the pretty Asian girl from earlier greeted Nikki, when she passed her. Nikki was waiting outside in the restaurant, where she assumed was his office. How typical. She had already ordered wine, and had downed it immediately. "How are you feeling?" "Like shit," Nikki stated truthfully, she ran her finger around the wine glass. "I feel so stupid." "Why?" Nikki looked up at the woman, and realized that she didn't know what happened. "Well...last week, I went to give Mr. DeMarca his drink...and I kind of told him off." Mya looked down and bit her lip to hold back laughter. So that was it. He was going to 'punish her' like Alex did with her. Except what could he really do? She was a lowly waitress at his club— "Hey...how long have you been dancing?" Mya asked, changing the subject. "I...I don't really dance," Nikki answered shyly. "Tonight was the first time I've danced in a long time." Mya laughed softly. "You're one of the lucky ones." Mya was now sitting across from her, shooting the breeze with Nikki. "By the way, I never got your name." "Um...Nicole Tolinteno." Nikki answered, and after the female told her her name, Nikki took the opportunity to study Mya. She was gorgeous, the way Nikki thought most Asian's were. She was shorter than her, so petite, with pretty brown eyes. She dressed fashionably, and seemed to have a pretty good clutch on her life. "That's a pretty name." Mya nodded, and opened her mouth like she was ready to say something, when a man with blue eyes and blonde hair approached them. "Ms, Mr. DeMarca will be seeing you now," the man said to Nikki. He shot a quick glance at Mya, who glared at him. Nikki removed herself quickly, sensing tensions among them. Nikki hadn't realized it until then, but she was actually nervous. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably, and she could barely fix her hair. She reached for the doorknob and her stomach lurched. "Good evening Ms. Tolinteno," the same deep voice from before greeted her. Nikki looked up briefly, and noticed they weren't alone. There was another man there, with dark brown hair and dark eyes in the corner of the room and he was looking more than irritated. "Hi," Nikki heard someone say. Was that her? She couldn't tell, the voice was so tiny, and it seemed to come from the air rather than her mouth. Alex laughed inside himself. The night before she'd been screaming at him, her pretty hazel eyes had been staring at him with pure fire. Now her voice was soft. But her eyes still met his, as if she was trying to prove to both him and herself that she was strong enough to face him. "Nice night," she stated, hoping her voice didn't shake. "Not unusual for spring time," Alex replied, nodding his head. What the hell. He'd already made plans to control her life, so why not make small talk. "So do you know why you're here?" Nikki shook her head, and instantly regretted it. "I can't hear you," he informed her sharply, causing her to tense. His eyes looked like steel right now, while he looked at her. "No, I don't. Can I find out soon because I have laundry to do." she said defiantly. Fuck it. The only reason why she was acting timid was because of Penny, but if this guy was going to act like her dumbass father, she wasn't going to take it. She refused to fall to her knees for some 'dangerous mobster'. Alex looked across his desk at Nikki. She was feisty...he wasn't exactly used to that. "Greg can you please escort yourself." Alex said, his eyes trained on Nikki. Greg nodded, and left the office, still fuming about whatever had pissed him off earlier. "Nicole bring yourself here." Nikki almost turned her head to see if he was talking to her, but she remembered that they were the only two in the office. She stood slowly, and tried to steady her shaking. She was only wearing her sweats, the tank top, and the jacket. On her feet were a pair of Hello Kitty socks, and Nike sandals. Alex had seen the socks earlier, and had thought they were kind of cute, regardless of the fact that they were on a twenty 20 year old woman. She strolled toward him, and Alex could tell she was trying to move as slowly as she could. "Now," he informed her, his voice remaining even. Nikki could tell he wasn't going to let what he was planning come out in his voice, or in his words. But she knew if he slapped her again, she was going to slap him on his fucking smug face. The minute she got close enough to him, he stood quickly and gripped her wrist. Before she knew what was going on, she was being pressed against the large wooden table, Alex's left leg in between her thighs. Suddenly she felt really, really hot. She wanted nothing more than to take off her jacket, but the action was impossible, the way Alex was gripping her wrist. "Listen to me, you little bitch," Alex whispered through his teeth. Nikki didn't know why, but her pussy suddenly was burning. If anything she should feel extremely offended, but he was making her really horny, the way he was holding her, and talking to her. "I've been trying to be level with you, but you're fighting it. If you don't want something to happen to that precious sister of yours, I suggest you relax yourself. Don't think I forgot that you slapped the shit out of me last Friday," Alex said to her. Nikki fought the urge to smile. So he had remembered her. Alex pressed his leg harder in between her thigh. Nikki tried not to moan, while he gripped her wrist harder. He held them on the desk, then adjusted them quickly so he could lift Nikki on the desk. "Listen to me," he repeated, his eyes trained on hers. He let go of one of her wrists, and traced his hand down her clothed body. "Unless you want your sister hurt, I want you to know that you'll be working closer to me. No more waitressing." His fingers stopped at the elastic of her sweat suit, and squeezed themselves over her underwear. "But—" Nikki opened her mouth to protest, but Alex's hands just reached a place that hadn't been touched in a while. "I...I need...need..." Nikki lost her thought while his hand made circles around her clit. She wished she'd thought better, and wore any other underwear then her only thong. God she needed to do laundry badly. "I need the paycheck," she finally uttered, biting her lip when Alex removed his hand, and found his way toward the elastic again, so he could pull them down. "Don't worry about that," Alex muttered into her neck. He was so hard at this point, his dick hurt from being entrapped in his slacks. He knew she wanted to moan but she was too busy trying to make excuses for why she couldn't be around him. "I'll pay you double." Nikki bit her lip harder when his finger crawled closer to her hot sex again. She hated the fact that she was so fucking wet, when she was trying to prove why she couldn't been near him. "But I have classes." "No one said they'd take you away from classes," Alex groaned, biting the spot in between her neck and collar bone. "Mmmm." Nikki moaned, when he finally touched her clit. "Dunque bagna per me." Alex smiled, as his finger moved farther and into her sopping slit. He pushed his digit in and out of her, causing her to gasp and arch her back. Alex grinned again, and watched the pretty girl enjoy him finger fuck her. Once he felt her about to climax, he took his finger out. She sat up and glared at him. "Turn around," he ordered, his smile gone. Nikki looked as though she wanted to protest, but then she realized that her body wanted it. Bad. She turned around like he said, and bent over. She'd never done this position before so she found anything she could to stabilize herself. "Ohhhh," she moaned, her eyes rolling back when he entered her wet cunt. "Ahh shit!" He felt so fucking good. He had to have the biggest dick she ever felt, and the way he was fucking her was insane. Somewhere in the back she could hear him grunting, but she couldn't really concentrate on him. All she could concentrate on was his member penetrating her. She moaned again. She could feel something building up in her pussy, and she couldn't describe the feeling. "HOLY FUCK!" she cursed loudly, when she finally came. She felt herself convulse on the desk, but other than that she was paralyzed. Alex was still pounding into her, because he had yet to cum. But he was close, he could feel it. He gave her one last powerful thrust before he shot inside the condom he put on earlier. "Now what's your answer? Just know you can't say no." Alex informed her, throwing the condom in the trash. He zipped up his pants, and waited for her to talk. She sat there for a second, before she turned around. What the hell just happened? One minute Nikki was trying to fight him off, the next, he made her see stars. "Yes." She answered slowly, she felt like she still couldn't move, so she sat there for a second trying to figure out what just happened. Alex nodded, and pushed her lightly away from his desk. He called the guy named Greg in, and told him to take her home. Nikki looked back at Alex, who was writing something, like what just happened hadn't affected him. "Bastard," she muttered. Soon it became apparent. He wanted her to be his whore, and used her sister as bait. Nikki shook her head, as she sat in the passenger seat of the red SUV. *** For weeks after that, Nikki had been picked up casually, and thrown into a different expensive car. Then she would drive to various locations where Alex would be waiting for her, then they'd fuck, she'd go home do homework, and then the cycle began again. Normally Nikki would've told him to fuck himself from the start, but the truth was she really needed the extra money. Rent, tuition, food, Penny. It all just added up. At first, Penny had looked at Nikki suspiciously, wondering where she was going for days on end, but after awhile she became too enticed with Jerry to notice anything but him. The thought sickened Nikki. She hated how dependent she had become on him. After all she was only an 18 year old, fresh from high school and still naïve as all hell. Nikki sat down on her bed and looked around. Ever since Penny had been born, Nikki had to look out for her. When she'd fallen down the steps Nikki was there for her, when she'd needed someone to help her study, Nikki was there for her. When their mom ran away from home, Nikki was there. I've always been there, Nikki thought, looking at a picture of Penny and herself when they were younger. Penny had to have been fifteen, Nikki seventeen. Now that Nikki allowed herself to think about it, never in her life had either her father or mother taken care of them. It'd always been her. Nikki sighed, and laid down her bed. This week had been extremely stressful. Alex had just informed her yesterday she'd be going on a business trip with him to California. The idea had made Nikki stop sucking his penis immediately. "Vacations weren't in the fucking deal!" Nikki exclaimed, getting up quickly. Alex glared at her. "I don't give a fuck! I told you you'd be working for me, doing what the fuck I said. If you don't like it, you can walk the fuck out now!" Alex shouted. He was beyond pissed. By now his dick had deflated, and she hadn't finished him off yet. In order to make her feel what he was feeling, he'd hit her where it hurt most. Her wallet. "Because I could just fuck you any time I feel like it! I don't have to be nice and pay you like I fucking do. I give you more than those dirty prostitutes you can compare yourself to." "FUCK YOU!" Nikki screeched, lunging toward him. She punched him square in his jaw, leaving Alex off guard. Nikki immediately regretted that, but she refused to back down. No one called her a prostitute, regardless of the fact that she was fucking for money. Alex caught his balance quickly, and grabbed Nikki's wrist as hard as he could. He bent her over on his desk, and held her against it. He stared at her for a second, gritting her teeth in anguish, her face red from the anger she was feeling, and got another hard on. Good. This little bitch was going to learn to stop disrespecting him. As soon as his manhood reached full potential, Alex rammed himself into Nikki's ass hole. "WHAT THE FUCK!?!" Nikki screamed in pain, clutching the desk like she had so many times before. "I think you forgot who's boss," Alex grunted, thrusting himself into Nikki's tight hole. It was almost painful being in there, but she needed to be taught a lesson. "Me you hear me? I'm boss. I pay for your fucking paycheck." He pushed deeper into her, and felt himself about to cum. "Say it." "Y—your buh—boss," Nikki groaned. Jesus this guy knew what the fuck he was doing when it came to sex. "That's fucking right." Alex replied, gripping her wrist tighter. "You're coming with me on that trip, understand?" he asked, still fucking her asshole. Nikki's eyes were long gone, and so was any part of her brain. All she understood at this point was that Alex was beyond amazing at fucking her. "I said," Alex paused to concentrate before finishing, "do—you—under—stand!?" he groaned, close to cumming. "Ahh..." was all Nikki could utter. She felt completely powerless, and she could barely shape her mouth to utter any words, let alone an answer to his question. Nikki hated how he could do a couple tricks with his hips and get her going insane. Finally he came, and he threw her on the desk, and pulled up his pants. Nikki stayed in place for a moment, before finally turning around. "I fucking hate you," she informed him, picking up the box of tissues that sat on his desk. She watched Alex smile while she cleaned herself up. "You're the biggest dick I've ever met in my whole entire life." "And you're the wettest cunt I—" "Nik?" Penny asked, waving her hand in her sister's face. Nikki's eyes turned to her sister, and her tan face flushed. Here she was thinking about sex, and her sister was standing in the room trying to get her attention. "Yeah, P?" Nikki asked, getting up so she could pick some clothes out from her closet. "Where are you going on this trip thingy?" Penny asked. Nikki turned to her with a look of surprise, remembering that she had briefly touched on the subject before, claiming they'd get to it later. "Um...California. I'll be back in a week, I promise." Penny's eyes widened. A week? That had to have been the longest they were apart since Penny moved in! "A week? For what?!" Nikki bit her lip, and came up with a quick lie. There was no need for Penny to find out now that she'd been whoring around to get at that stuff she'd recently bought for the apartment. "Um a couple of people from my heart catheterization class are going, and the invited me." "Finally! You have friends!" Penny teased, laughing. Nikki joined in, trying to mask her deception. She didn't like lying, she personally felt it was the worst thing you could do to a person, but in this case, it was necessary. Otherwise she would be setting the worse example in the world for her sister. *** "You look amazing!" one of the sales women exclaimed, looking enviously at Nikki's body. The other three girls gasped and nodded their heads. They held other things in their hands, but by far this dress looked the best on her. Nikki was at Belinda's a chic boutique in Brooklyn. When Greg had come to pick her up today, he'd explained that Alex wanted her to do some shopping for their California trip. Apparently it wasn't up for discussion. Right now Nikki was wearing saucy black dress, with strapless top and a mid-thigh bottom. It had a cute little belt in the middle, and even Nikki had to admit: on her figure, it looked stunning. "You have to get that. Mr. DeMarca is going to die!" the four blondes giggled to themselves. And yet another bunch of groupies. Why is it that I'm the only woman in New York who had no clue who Alexander was?! Nikki asked herself, turning around to glance at her ass. She did look pretty amazing, and figured that Alexander would like it. He'd like it a lot. Nikki smiled at the thought of what Alex probably would do when he saw her. "I think I'll get this one," Nikki announced, before running into the changing room to try on the next couple of outfits. "Of course you will!" one of the girls shouted, handing her another article of clothing. She'd been doing this all day, visiting different boutiques. At first, when they saw her, they damn near refused to offer her service, but when she said his name, everything changed. They were like this. Happy-go-lucky robots that'd die to be in her shoes. So why is it that she wasn't as enthusiastic as them when it came to him? Sure, he could blow her brains out when it came to sex, but other than that, she completely disliked him as a person. He was over-confident when it came to women, he wore designer suits, and had no mercy for anyone. She'd been in positions where he'd be on the phone saying what he was going to do to some snitch, in detail. With all the stuff she heard, she'd had enough evidence to put him away for a life time. So why haven't you? She asked herself, as both she and Greg exited the store. Nikki shook her head in disappointment of her own question. The money, she answered. It's always the fucking money. *** "Hey doll face," Cyrus greeted, nodding his head when Nikki approached. Nikki rolled her eyes, but took her place on his left, next to Alex. She hated Cyrus ten times more then she hated Alex. Cyrus was beyond a cocky son of a bitch, and Nikki could tell that when crunch time came Cyrus was probably the first to run away. "Hello Cyrus. Give any girls Herpes lately? I heard the cases in Queens are reaching new heights." Greg snickered, and Alex just smiled. He had to give it to Nikki. She took no shit. And she defiantly didn't take Cyrus'. "That's enough. Ready?" he asked, not really caring what the answer was. She was going regardless. The five of them, Alex, Nikki, Cyrus, Greg, and Mya, they were all going on the trip together. Apparently some business deal was supposed to be going on, but Nikki never paid attention to those things. She just did her job, and got the fuck out. All though lately, it seemed as though Alex wanted to spend more time with her aside from fucking. Sometimes, he'd play with her pussy while asking her about school, her family, and other stuff that Nikki knew didn't have to do with her job. Nikki glanced at Alex. She hated how he had the power to make her his own personal whore. Because that's exactly what she was. His whore. Wherever I Go, She Go Ch. 03 I let him do it to me though, no one to blame but myself. Nikki reminded, as they walked outside. Waiting for them was a G-5 jet, with DeMarca written across it. Nikki's jaw dropped instantly. "Wait till you see the inside," Mya giggled, pulling Nikki with her. Mya had grown to enjoy having another female in the mix. While before she spent the majority of the time the butt of the guys' jokes, now she and Nikki would team up against them. And Nikki was the perfect sidekick. She was witty, pretty, and already perfect in Mya's eyes. The only negative was her purpose for being there. Sure, she had to do what she needed to protect her sister, but to Mya, Nikki was much more than that. But when she'd try to talk to Alex about it, he closed the subject immediately. "Those are matters between myself and Nicole, and that's how they'll remain," was always his answer. "Holy shit..." Nikki's voice was barely audible, as she stared inside the private jet. "What the—how the—holy shit..." Alex grinned wide, happy to leave Nikki speechless. He was proud of this baby, even though he couldn't really take it out often. More so, he never had a reason. But with Nikki along, he felt pretty sure he'd be putting his 200 million dollars to use. "I love this plane," he whispered in her neck, finding her favorite spot. She shivered at the feel of his warm breath on her neck, but quickly recuperated as to show how he didn't affect her. "It's decent..." Nikki stated weakly, sitting down in one of the chairs. As quickly as she sat, Alex shook his head. He beckoned her with his finger, and made her sit down on his lap. "Decent, eh?" Alex asked, nuzzling her neck with his nose. He'd enjoyed the dress she was wearing, and couldn't wait to rip the black number off. "No sex while we're present!" Mya immediately interrupted. Alex gave her a little kid look, implying that she was no fun. "I mean it Alex. I don't need to see that shit." "So go to the fucking bathroom." Alex responded, rubbing one of Nikki's caramel arms. They felt so smooth to his touch; Alex realized that maybe she should've sat by herself. He was getting harder and harder with each stroke of her arm, and pretty soon he wouldn't have control of himself. He slowly pushed her into her own seat, with out any warning. To take his mind off of things, he turned his gray eyes to the window, as they took off. "Alexander?" Nikki whispered in his ear. Alex instantly tensed. Did she not understand he wanted to get his mind off the warmth her ass left in his lap?! "I've never...ridden in a plane before...I'm sorta...kinda...afraid of heights." Alex turned to look at her, with wide eyes. She, Nicole Tolinteno, Amazon woman of the Bronx, afraid of heights? She's got to be kidding. "I'm serious," she continued, reading his mind. "It's okay, I've got you, no?" Alex informed her, putting his arm around her. So maybe there was a flaw in all that perfection, a weakness. She had a fear that he, himself, had to learn to overcome. Nikki nestled herself in his shoulder, making herself as comfortable as possible. "Okay," she muttered into his chest, before closing her eyes. Had this been any other girl, had this been Gabby, he would've pushed her off right before sleep hit her. But with Nikki, something was different. She felt perfect in his arms, like she was made to fall asleep there, her body growing limp and vulnerable. When he looked across the aisle, he saw Mya looking at them with a knowing smile, I told you so. Wherever I Go, She Go Ch. 04 Thank you for reading, and I'm really glad you guys like this! For those who claim I am "copying off of Soular's story" remind yourself that my story has barely started, and it's not even close to completed. Since you don't have any idea what I'm planning on going with this story, I'd advised that you keep your negative, untrue, thoughts to yourself. Anyway, enjoy this chapter! *Lyzette 6 hours later, the group landed in LAX, greeted by a hotel manager and a bell hop. "Good evening Mr. DeMarca," the man grinned wide, and shook Alex's hand. "Yes, it is," Alex replied, pulling Nikki closer to him. He'd just caught the bell hop staring at her a bit longer then he should have, so Alex wanted to make it clear who she belonged to. "How are you, my friend?" Alex asked with a straight face and menacing eyes. The man was now timid, barely making eye contact with Alex or Nikki. "O—okay..." the answer came out softly, which made Nikki want to slap Alex. She didn't need him defending her. She could do it her damn self. Mya glanced at Nikki, who looked back at her with a threatening stare. Fuck your best friend! Mya shrugged, not really caring either way. She'd pretty much proven her point that there was more to why Alex wanted Nikki around, and all she had left was to find out why Nikki stuck around. "So are we leaving?" The balding man pushed his glasses up and nodded quickly. "Yes, of course. Right this way," he lead the group through the large airport, talking the whole time. Nikki looked around, and couldn't help but notice that everyone was looking at them. Like they were movie stars or something equally interesting. "My cousin Vinny," Alex whispered in Nikki's ears, when they reached airport pick-up. "The movie?" Nikki asked, scrunching her nose up. That wasnt exactly on her top five favorite move list. Alex laughed inside, and bit his lip to keep it from escaping. "No, my cousin Vinny lives here, in California. The reason why those people were staring was because they know we're related." Nikki nodded, feeling extremely dumb. But how the hell was she supposed to know? "So are we like, visiting him?" "No, we're making sure he doesn't fuck this up." Mya answered, pouring Nikki a glass of champagne. "Fuck what up?" Nikki inquired, taking a sip. Shit this is good! She thought, staring at the glass as if what made it so good would magically appear. "Fuck up the new restaurant he's been begging Alex to open since last year." Cyrus answered, before downing his own glass. Mya smiled a little at the confused look on Nikki's face. "Cousin Vinny is somewhat of a dipshit. He focuses more on the honeys then he does the money." Nikki nodded, making it known that she got it. She turned to look out the tainted window of the limo all of them were sharing. Nikki actually thought it funny that they all traveled in a group. In most mob movies she'd seen, they usually separated, as to not have them all die at the same time or something. "How long are we staying again?" "A week," Alex finally spoke up, after being silent for most of the conversation. He was looking out the window as well, his grey eyes seeming like they were deep in thought. Nikki looked at Mya, who was sitting to the right of her. Mya shook her head, indicating that she'd explain anything later on. Nikki nodded, and tried to cuddle up closer to Alex, but he remained cold and hard to her touch making Nikki feel a little uneasy. She couldn't really understand how bad this Vinny character could be. *** "Cugino!" Vinny shouted obnoxiously, grinning like a mad man. Alex smiled warmly, and took Vinny in for a hug. "How have you been doing since the last time you came here?" While Alex and Vinny made small talk, Nikki looked around the hotel they chose to meet in. It was beyond elegant, and more over the top then anything. Large ceilings with beautiful paintings on them, round tables with carbon copies of well-known sculptures, as well as the most famous Italian paintings lining the walls. If Nikki didn't know any better, she'd think that she was in an art museum then a hotel. "Beautiful, no?" Vinny commented, taking Nikki's hand to kiss it. Nikki looked down at him, and took in a breath. He was just as, if not more gorgeous then Alex. He and Alex appeared to be exact opposites. Where Alex's hair was a chestnut brown, Vinny's was golden and unkempt, making him appear to be a school boy. His eyes were a dark brown, but seemed fiery and filled with thousands of story on how those eyes got him out of trouble. He had a sneaky smile like Alex's though, the kind of smile where you couldn't tell whether or not they were laughing at you, or with you. "Yes," Nikki answered, after a second of not breathing. "Very beautiful." Alex glared at Vinny. This was one of the many reasons on why he didn't want to bring Nikki with him. He knew Vinny was going to try and charm her and maker one of his little Bellezze and that was the last thing Alex wanted. Those girls usually ended up on the corners, trying hard to maintain a lifestyle that Vinny introduced, and kicked them out of. "So where will we be dining tonight?" Vinny asked, as the group made their way to the back of the hotel. "Why not your house?" Mya suggested, running her fingers through her hair. Nikki turned to look at her, but she just shrugged. "We always go to your house. Vinny's eyes narrowed and he looked at Alex. "I thought Alex made it clear we were not to repeat last times incident." Mya shrugged once more. "Did you fire that maid?" Vinny nodded. "Then last time incident won't be repeated, now will it?" With that she grabbed Nikki's hand, and the girls lead the way to the parking lot. "I see Mya's still the same," Vinny informed Alex, as they leisurely fallowed the girls. Alex nodded slowly. "Yep. She's got the same attitude she's always had. I don't think she'll ever change." "And what about the new girl?" Alex stopped. Vinny was never one to hold his tongue, a quality the two had shared. "Don't worry about her. She's my situation." Vinny smiled, realizing he hit some sort of button with his cousin. "Situation? What kind of situation?" "The kind where if you don't shut the fuck up you can expect my fist in your mouth." "Touchy..." Vinny laughed, nudging one of his boys as they approached his BMW, where the girls had stopped. Alex just reached over and grabbed Nikki, pulling her toward his car, a matching BMW that he kept in California every time he visited. "Felicità?" Nikki's eyes narrowed at the unfamiliar word she heard. She hated when Alex spoke in Italian, and more often the not felt he did it on purpose to piss her off. "Sure, why not?" Vinny replied, nodding as he opened the driver's door of his car. *** Felicità ended up being an amazing underground Italian restaurant, with a name that matched its food, "Happiness". "Oh my God this is so freaking good!" Nikki moaned, taking another bite of a noodle concoction that sent her to heaven and back. Vinny nodded and gave her a wide smile. "I'm glad you like it. The owner is an old family friend," he looked at Alex, who seemed to get more tense and pissed off each time Nikki shared look with Vinny. "Alex relax..." Mya whispered in his ear, touching his knee while she did so. Alex eased a little, so Mya removed her hand. She never exactly understood why Alex ever came to California, or why Alex even decided to ask Nikki to come. He knew what an ass Vinny was, and that Vinny would do anything to get under his skin. Even when they were kids, everything between the two was like a competition. There had even been a time when Mya had been some sort of prize, and that little episode resulted in Mya not talking to either for weeks. "So what's this restaurant business about?" Nikki asked, trying to break the uncomfortable silence that fell upon the group for some odd reason. Alex smiled a little, seeing through Nikki's attempt at small talk. "Well I wanted to open up somewhat of a sequel to Nancy's." Nikki couldn't help but giggle at the name of her previous occupation. Alex grinned along with her, and rested his hand on her knee while she covered her mouth and tried to recover herself. "Oh, um, that sounds lovely. What were you gonna call it?" Vinny tapped his fingers on the table in irritation. He didn't really like how Alex and Nikki were sharing things, things he wasn't a part of. "Well I suppose we should keep the 'N' female name going...so what about Nikki's?" Nikki blushed at Vinny's obvious flirting. God how is it possible that they're just cousins and not brothers? She looked at Mya who rolled her eyes and picked up her fork. She turned toward Alex next, who was gritting his teeth. It'd probably be best to not give in. "That'd be...original I suppose." Vinny smiled widely, and grabbed her hand. "I thought the same thing when I saw you." Nikki couldn't help but giggle at the statement in all its corniness. She returned her attention to her food, so she didn't notice the death glare the cousins shared over the table. The games had begun.