Their Mafia Queen

"Yes, honey. Keep moving the way you're doing it," Rogelio groaned as Victoria rode his c**k hard like a bull, her hair waving back and forth and her breast bouncing, giving him a wonderful sight. Being her bodyguard for years didn't keep him from getting into her bed whenever they felt like it. "Do you like this, baby? I can do it all night long," she said as she smirked, grabbing his hands and leading them to her breast before he squeezed them tightly, letting out another groan of pleasure. Their passionate nights were wild and rough. It was like releasing all the pent-up frustration Victoria always went through during the day. Dealing with idiots every day was something she hated, and today was no exception. But she was thankful to have Rogelio fix the problem. With hard thrusts, he claimed her body, giving her what she wanted and needed. It wasn't much longer before they reached their climax, Victoria falling limp by his side, exhausted, but sated. "Every time we do this, you don't stop impressing me," he stated as he ran his hand on her arm while she laid her head on his chest, drawing lazy circles on his rock-hard abs. She lifted her gaze at him and gave him that exotic smile he loved. "Don't get used to it so much, this is just us venting. I gotta be honest, it works for me," she breathed, leaning in for an orgasmic kiss before she left her bed and started putting her clothes on. "We need to go. The nightclub doesn't run by itself, and I'm expecting a full house." Rogelio stood up and walked towards her, his full naked glory hanging like an elephant's trunk ready to eat more. Her back was facing him, so he wrapped his strong arms around her slim waist and pulled her wavy, long black hair to the side so he could kiss her neck. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, but turned around and pushed him back. "Easy, tiger. You had enough for today," she smirked as she finished getting dressed, fixed her hair, and retouched her makeup. "I thought you said you could go all night long, baby," he replied, holding her against him, making her feel his erection. "Yes, but today will be a busy night, and we need to be ready. At least we both released our stress," Victoria said, but Rogelio didn't have enough. He lifted her dress, pushed her against the armchair by the window, and slid her panties down, thrusting in once again. Victoria moaned loudly, reaching for his neck and turning her head to claim his lips in a fiery kiss. "Oh, I love it when you get all bossy. Hit me harder, love. Harder!" And that's what he did, hitting home one last time before he emptied himself inside her, both of them panting as she reached another orgasm that was sure to leave her legs feeling wobbly. Fixing her dress back, she pecked him on the lips before he got dressed and followed. They were supposed to have a quick exchange ahead of opening the club, but the temptation was bigger. They were both walking down to the first floor to make sure everything was running smoothly and soon open the doors for the eager patrons. Latina Flavor was packed. They were mostly regulars and couples ready to have a night of fun. Victoria always paid attention to the crowd every time they arrived. Being the Mafia Queen made her aware of her surroundings. You never know when an enemy might strike. "Any word on the DJ?" she asked, not seeing him arrive. "No, Miss Cervantes. The DJ appears to be missing and he doesn't answer his phone," Gabriel, one of her bodyguards that watched the door mentioned, asking for IDs at the entrance. Victoria sighed, not happy. "We'll open in an hour. Find me a DJ now!" she ordered. "Yes, ma'am." Everyone moved quickly, doing her bidding. She walked to the bar and ordered one of her favorite drinks from Brandon, her bartender. “Please Brandon, serve me a Whiskey sour on the rocks. We haven't opened and I have a headache already," she said, rubbing her temples before taking a sip of the drink after it was handed to her. "Maybe you need to rest. I mean, you and Rogelio can get pretty heated," he said, as she looked at him with murderous eyes. "I didn't ask for your opinion, Brandon. Either keep that mouth shut, or I will shut it for you. I don't think the fish in the river would want to taste you," she threatened, making Brandon close his mouth. "I'm sorry, Victoria. Won't happen again," he said, showing that sexy smile that had Victoria gaping at him. She quickly came out of the trance. There was no way his dimples were going to distract her from what needed to be done. "It better not. What I do with Rogelio is nobody's business," Victoria leaned against the counter. "Unless you want to join the party. It might be fun," she smirked as she took the last sip of the whiskey and set the glass down, sauntering away while his eyes trailed over the curves of her ass. She waited a bit longer and the club was close to opening its door. " Have you found the DJ yet?" she asked, getting agitated. She would not tolerate inefficiency, and this was close to being inefficient. Rogelio opened the door to her office and walked in. "Baby, calm down. They have already found the DJ and they are practically dragging him here," he mentioned. "Don't call me baby. You're not my boyfriend, nor my husband. So outside of that bedroom, let's keep it professional," she replied as she sat on her leather chair while he walked around her desk, his strong hands that kept her coming every time they touched her p***y, massaged her shoulders. "Sure thing, baby. But we can make an exception. I'm ready for round two. Or is it three?" he asked as she was quietly enjoying his hands on her while he nibbled her ear. She reached for her drawer and pulled out her handgun, pointing it at his neck. "Yes, we can, "baby". But not now. As I said, it will be a busy night and I have had enough of it for today. Raincheck?" Rogelio smiled at her. He loved the dangerous side of that woman, in the bedroom and even dealing with business. He stepped away with his hands raised in defeat. "Okay, I get the hint now," he pecked her cheek, scenting her sweet smell of after-s*x before he walked outside of the office, leaving her there with her thoughts. She stood up and looked out the window to see the line forming outside the door. Lost in thoughts, she hadn't heard the door open, Brandon walked in with another Whiskey in his hand. "I thought you might need this since you seemed stressed," he said as she walked towards her desk and leaned to it while taking the drink from his hand. "Thank you, Brandon. I didn't mean to be rude to you earlier, but you're right, I'm stressed. I shouldn't have hired that loser," she mentioned, taking a small sip while he looked at her lips with desire. "What?" she asked. He leaned over to her and took the glass from her hand. Putting his hand on the desk on each side of her waist, he brushed his lips against hers. "You know? Having a boss like you is starting to irritate me," he whispered in a husky voice, sending shivers up her spine. She was looking at him with lust in her eyes, smelling that strong cologne on his body. "Well, if I irritate you that much, you should probably quit," she smiled. "Why would I do that? I enjoy working for you," he replied, pressing his lips on hers, tasting the delicious whiskey in her breath. She gave in, kissing him back, tugging at his hair. Brandon lifted her, sat her on the desk, and opened her legs as he stood in between them, feeling her heat. "We should probably stop. Your bodyguard might come in any second and catch us doing naughty things," he said, biting her bottom lip. "Don't worry about him. I'm the boss after all, and who knows, it might be even more fun," she replied, opening her mouth and letting his tongue invade it. She pressed her chest against his, causing a groan to escape from his mouth. She was getting turned on even more until a knock on the door interrupted their heated moment. With a frustrated chuckle, Brandon walked towards the door and opened it, while Victoria got off her desk and took her drink, gulping it at once as she fixed her lipstick. Rogelio was standing there with the missing DJ. "They found him," he said, looking back and forth at both of them. His face was holding a threatening expression towards Brandon, suspecting he was all over her. Victoria noticed right away. "Stop it, Rogelio, I was the one who started it. And it was a great kiss," she said. That made Rogelio snap, which gave the bartender the warning to leave. Victoria couldn't help but enjoy her bodyguard's jealousy. "Come on, it's not a big deal. You can share, can't you?" she said, making him even angrier. He walked forward and grabbed the back of her neck while looking at her with want. "Anyway, our club won't work without music, so bring the DJ to his booth." "Please, Ms. Cervantes. I want to quit. I'm scared of working for you," he pleaded, and she really appreciated his honesty. "Very well, but tonight I need you. Let's just get through this night and that might give you some time to think about your decision. How about that?" Victoria gave him a choice, hoping he made the right one. She was not the kind of mobster to beat up or kill someone unnecessarily, but instead tried to change their mind. "I can do that, boss," he replied as the guards pushed him out of the office and walked him to the DJ booth. She walked out of her office and looked from the balcony at the people coming in to have fun. She smiled, happy with the outcome. As she sauntered around to make sure everyone was having a good time, she checked that the bar and the music were up to the patrons’ standards. Rogelio was keeping an eye on her. He needed to make sure she stayed safe as well. Being out in the open like that can be dangerous. She didn’t seem to care, as she was not scared of anything or anyone. Suddenly, in the middle of the night, the doors burst open and police raided the whole club. Victoria let out an angry sigh and walked downstairs to see what the problem was. With poise and elegance, she walked towards the officers, showing her confident smile, as if she didn’t have anything to hide. As she got closer to the captain, she looked at him with a smile. "Is there a problem, officer?" she asked, looking innocent. "Yes. Are you Victoria Cervantes?" the captain asked. "Yes, I am. What can I help you with?" she knew where this was going. She has dealt with cops a lot while her dad was the Mafia Boss back in the days. "Yes, Miss. We have a warrant to search your club. And we also need to have a word with you."