Escorted Into The Mafia

By Yvonne Bennett

Simone Baéz is just trying to make it in LA the best way she can: by using what she has to get what she wants. As a popular prostitute down at Jeremy Dough's motel, she's been making ends meet with no problems. Her life takes a turn when she gets a John that gives no damns about breaking her peace...or her?

Matías Lopez is Mexico's most dangerous cartel leader, leaving men, women and children quivering in his wake. On a trip to L.A to break a deal with his old friend Jeremy, he comes across a woman he has to have...Needs to have.

Not just a taste, but by his side, Simone better learn and learn quick if she's going to survive being escorted into the Mafia.

• Language: English
• Publisher: After Hours Publications
• Release date: Nov 18, 2021
• ISBN: 9781637182970

Yvonne Bennett

Yvonne Bennett is a former nurse who co-founded Mummies Republic, a support group for mothers in the Bermondsey area of South London.

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ESCORTED INTO THE MAFIA

A Novel By,

YVONNE BENNETT

©2021 Published by Christine Gray

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contains explicit language & adult themes suitable for ages 17+

CHAPTER ONE

There's my star! Simone Báez smiled warmly as she entered Jeremy Dough's office within his motel.

Hey, J. Any calls yet? Simone stepped over to his loaded desk, placing a hand on her hip.

Yep! I've been holding the bastards off until you got here. Hurry and go change; your first guy of the night is Fernando. Jeremy alerted, stroking his dark beard.

Simon visibly cringed but said nothing as she put a hand out for her room keys.

You know Fernando can't get enough of you, Simone. He's paying extra tonight, so...be nice. Jeremy lifted the room keys and placed them in her outstretched hand.

Yea, sure, Simone mumbled as her fingers closed around the metal keys in her palm.

She departed the office, which sat inside the main lobby and darted over to the elevator. Pressing the up button, she watched as the yellow-colored doors slid open. She stepped on and pressed the 4th-floor button. Motel guests crowded in before the doors closed and also input their floor numbers. Simone stood in the back, surveying the guests with a shake of her head. They were probably here to see one of the girls, considering the type of 'business' Jeremy was into. His entire motel was a front for a prostitution ring.

Most customers that came here were often looking for a cheaper alternative to a standard hotel while on vacation or just to stay until they got back on their feet. But the other small percent came for the women on the 4th floor… The elevator halted on the 3rd floor, and the guests scattered out like roaches, leaving Simone alone. The elevator closed once again and then took her up to her floor. The doors gilded open, and Simone walked off and toward her designated room.

Room 423.

She unlocked the door and pushed it open before stepping in and flipping the light on. The room was your basic motel room; full-size bed, lamp and desk, small tv, and old school phone sitting on the nightstand. Simone shut the door and journeyed over to the bed. Sitting her duffle bag down, she unzipped it and pulled out her black lingerie for the night. Shedding her white t-shirt and jeans, she replaced them with her lacey lingerie set. Simone rolled up her street clothes and then stashed them inside of her duffle before placing the bag under the motel bed. Straightening her form, she quickly went into the bathroom to check her appearance.

Her mahogany complexion glowed under the dim bathroom lights. Her straightened natural hair was parted down the middle and touched the bra strap off her lingerie set. Her deep slanted brown eyes were filled with exhaustion, and her plump heart-shaped lips were set in a frown. Cheap faux diamond studs sat in her ears, as well as a matching anklet dangling from her ankle. Simone eyed her reflection sadly. She hated doing this. But...it was fast money, and it helped her pay for school and keep a roof over her head. She first began prostituting when she left her home state of Florida two years ago with little to nothing.

Simone got jobs here and there but nothing that made her enough money to rent her own place. She lived in a shelter for six months until meeting Izzy, her roommate. Izzy, in turn, introduced Simone to Jeremy Dough, and the rest was history. Simone started prostituting and never looked back. She was able to help Izzy with rent, buy clothing and other necessities for herself, and send her father money up until his death last year. Now, she just did it to pay for school. Simone promised herself that once she graduated from Los Angeles City College, she was going to get a good-paying job and be done with prostituting altogether.

Again, it was fast money and helped a lot, but Simone was getting tired of it. Sleeping with men that only wanted to get off…That didn't care for her at all. They loved her pussy, but not her. But honestly, what was to be expected? She was a prostitute. Prostitutes didn't work for love...they worked for money.

And that's exactly what Simone did. Used what she had to get where she needed in life. She was almost there and wouldn't have to put herself through this anymore. A knock sounded at the door, and she jumped out of her thoughts, running to it. Peeking through the blinds, she saw Izzy with a bottle of vodka. Simone quickly opened the door.

Jeremy wanted me to come and give you a shot. Fernando is about to come up. The blonde handed her roommate a shot glass before quickly untwisting the vodka bottle.

Yea, cause I'll need it, Simone mumbled as Izzy chuckled and filled the shot glass.

Simone hurriedly threw the drink back before requesting another. Izzy fulfilled her request, and the woman threw the second shot back just as another set of knocks landed on the door. That's him, the Latina capped the bottle and turned to the door.

Yanking it open, the girls placed faux smiles on their faces as they gazed at Fernando. He was a huge, sloppy pile of man and sweated so bad during sex that Simone felt like she was in a damn sauna. It was horrible!

Holá, Fernando. Aren't you looking good tonight? Izzy joked unsuspectingly, and the heavyset Latino grinned shyly.

Turning to Simone, Izzy hugged the brown woman. Good luck, chica. I have to hurry and get back to my room before Tony comes. You know he doesn't like to wait, she said in a sing-song tone before departing the room and making her way down the cement corridor.

Simone turned her sights on Fernando and smiled nervously. Hey, Freddy. Why don't you come in? I'm sorry about that, she motioned toward where Izzy once stood.

N-no, it's okay, Linda. How are you tonight? Fernando entered the room and shut the door.

I'm good; how about yourself? Simone sat on the bed.

Not so well, Linda. My wife is sick, Fernando kept it short.

Simone noticed the tight expression on the big man's face. I'm... I'm sorry to hear that, Freddy. I hope she feels better soon, she offered, and all Fernando did was sigh as he began to undress.

He pivoted and went to her. She has cancer, brain cancer. I'm not sure how long I can keep seeing you, Simone. Ya know, with everything going on, Freddy elaborated, and Simone nodded.

I understand, Freddy, I really do. You don't have to explain. She grabbed his hand and smiled.

Thank you...thank you, Linda. I left extra with Jeremy for you tonight since it's going to be my last time with you. Fernando explained before leaning down to kiss her gently.

Simone fell back into the bed as he crawled on top of her, never breaking the kiss. Fernando sweated like a pig in the throes of passion, but Simone wouldn't deny that the man was very sweet. His hand slipped under her lacey lingerie skirt and touched her, but Simone felt nothing. She hadn't felt anything in a long time when doing this. She had learned to shut off that part of her body.

Her emotions. Her self-esteem…

She bottled everything up in the back of her mind and got to work. Because, again, prostitutes didn't work for love. They worked for money…

His finger slipped inside of her, and Simone closed her eyes. She thought about anything but this moment. His hands on her. His lips sucking on her. Everything. She was transported to a different world as Fernando began to fuck her, his heavy body weighing her down just like her thoughts.

*******

Hours later, all the girls from the fifth floor were lined up outside of Jeremy’s office. Sylvia! Simone watched from her spot in line as Sylvia stepped into Jeremy’s office to collect her earnings for the night. Within a few seconds, the thin blonde exited with a huge wad of cash in her hands.

Simone! at the sound of her name, Simone ventured forward and grabbed the knob to Jeremy's office door.

Turning it slowly, she pushed the door wide and entered. There's my girl, he grinned when he saw her.

H-How much did I make tonight, J? Simone yawned out as she stood before his desk.

You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, so let me show you, Jeremy chuckled as he picked up the three stacks in front of him.

20, 40, 60, Simone watched him count out stack after stack, and her mouth grew dry.

3,015, Jeremy threw the last dollar down with a huge smile.

And this is after your cut? Simone questioned in disbelief. Yep, this is all yours, dollface. You did good tonight, Simone, real good. Simone just gazed at the money on his desk as he spoke. This was the most she had ever made in one night, ever!

She had serviced seven men tonight, all her usual, and this was her first time getting such a big cut from Jeremy. Was this...What did Fernando mean by extra? Wow...Simone couldn't even move right now.

What, cat got your tongue? You did good tonight, kid; I'm proud of you. Jeremy lifted the cash and held it out to her.

Simone took it with a blank expression, too many thoughts going through her head to form words. I-I-I, yea. Thanks, J. Simone stammered out as she clutched the money to her chest and turned.

No, dollface, thank you, Jeremy called behind her as she stuffed her cash in her duffle.

Simone had seen a lot of things while working for Jeremy, and one recurrent theme was theft. She’d seen over five girls get robbed for doing the same thing as Slyvia had when she departed Jeremy’s office; having their money out. Jeremy didn't do much about it either. If you were careless enough to be flashy, then you deserved what you got, as he would say. That’s why Simone made sure to always be cautious with her cash and herself. She always made sure her Johns wore condoms, no ifs ands or buts about it. Even dental dams.

Just because she was a prostitute didn't mean she didn't care about her health. It was all she had besides the roof over her head. She exited the office, and Izzy was called in. Simone posted up against the wall as she waited for her friend to receive her funds and depart the office. A few seconds later, Izzy opened the door and stepped out. She waved to Simone, and the brown woman pushed away from the wall and journeyed over to her. The two exited the lobby, the cool night air whipping around them like a tornado.

So, how much did you make tonight? The tan-skinned Latina asked as she yanked her keys from her purse.

W-why? You know I don't answer questions like that, Izz. I don't play those games. Now, if you’re asking about a bill, I’ll sing like a canary. Simone gave her an odd look.

Sheesh, Chica, chill. I’m just asking because Jeremy told me you had a great night tonight. You know, when Jeremy raves about a girl, it’s because she’s brought in the dough, Izzy mocked Jeremy, causing Simone to burst into a fit of laughter.

They traveled to Izzy’s silver Kia and hopped in. Izzy started the ignition then reversed out before heading home. Simone sat in the passenger seat, gazing out the window as she clenched her duffle tightly. It was only three thousand dollars plus a little change, but it meant so much to Simone. It’s how she ate. How she bought clothing. How she paid for school...It was her way to a better life, and it meant the world to her. As the ladies were headed home, Jeremy’s motel was still hopping. But not with prostitutes…

A sleek, black limo pulled up to the motel underpass and halted. The doorman hopped out quickly and rounded the vehicle to the back passenger side.