-The opening of Pandora's Box- (Closed)

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Gia Sabini was barely 20 years old and living in Sin city, Las Vegas Nevada. She hadn't always lived there but for the past almost two years she's called Sin city home. She was the only child of Gino and Elizabeth Sabini. Six years ago her father Gino was on business in Vegas and was shot execution style in a dark parking garage after a late night business meeting. Gino was a lawyer and he was a lawyer for the Italian mob that had set up steaks in the Vegas casinos.

It was then that her and her mother had went their owns ways. neither knew how to deal with the death of Gino, Elizabeth blamed everyone and took it out on Gia who then began to rebel against her mother and her mother's rules. Elizabeth owned a small bakery in down town phoenix, she built it up from a ring dink little hole in a wall to a place that the stars in Hollywood would call and order her famous desserts.

Elizabeth had plans for Gia, to help run the bakery, start a catering business and then eventually take over the business but Gia wanted something different. She didn't want college she was a wild child, she wanted to run free, letting the gypsy within her out and do as she pleased. She was tired of hearing how much she was like her father.

One would think it was a bad thing from the way her mother said it. Her father kept them in designer clothing, a big house, a pool, cars and gave her mother the start up money for her bakery. Gia knew where that money came from as did her mother but she wouldn't admit it. there were always calls all hours of the night and day, secret meetings at the house behind closed doors and Italian men in expensive suits in and out every so many nights of the week.

Once her father passed that all changed, the house was quiet, now and then one or two of her father's business associates would show up but Gia was never allowed to be around them when they spoke with her mother. They always seemed to leave mad as hell and for what reason she had no clue. her mother would always speak in Italian with them and Gia wasn't fluent in the language. Slowly they stopped coming around and in a way Gia missed seeing them, the fancy suits, the expensive cars and gifts they would bring for her and her mother which Gia was never allowed to keep. Her mother always gave it back to whomever gave it to them.

As each year passed Gia and her mother grew further apart. Some nights she wouldn't see her mother at all due to the amount of time she spent at her bakery. Gia would go to bed and then by the time she got up for school her mother was already gone back to the bakery. they became so distant and they were all each other had left and it didn't seem to matter to either of them at this point. Gia went to school, had a few close friends, she was on the cheer squad and dated a few of the senior baseball players but nothing serious as he decided she wasn't going to stick around and didn't want any unloosened ties left behind that would draw her back to phoenix.

Gino was full Italian and her mother was only half but she had the Italian spirit, she stood her ground which was where Gia got her stubborn streak from. Gia looked like her mother, she had s lender build, perky perfect breasts, long light brown hair streaked with natural blonde highlights and her skin tanned like her father's olive flesh. in the summer the Italian came out in her. She blossomed at sixteen and was a knock-out with her almost black moonlight eyes and long loose curly tress, girls admired her and she admired nobody.

The day she left was the last time she was in phoenix. Every now and then she would call her mother's house knowing she was at the bakery and leave a message that she was alright. She had a nice little nest egg to fall back on that her father left her when he passed but wasn't allowed to touch it till she was twenty-five. That was her mother's doing but that was okay Gia was like her father, she was a survivor.

For the first month she lived in a motel room till she was able to find a job, and the only one available to her that she could actually do was become a dancer. She was still to young to legally drink and work in the casinos but dancing seemed to work out good enough for her to get her foot in the door at one of the middle class clubs. She worked there for roughly six months till one day and tall dark and handsome man by the name of Carmine DeLuca walked in and took an interest in her.

Carmine was out scouting girls for a new gentleman's club that was opening at the far end of the strip. he was the eyes for the owner , so he said. he came in every night for a week and sat close to the small stage and sipped a drink through Gia's whole performance. He never missed one and he always tipped big. The guy never said anything, never asked her for a private show, or any sexual favors, just watched, sipped a drink and tipped. once Gia was done he left.

The next week he came in and when her show was over and she was about to leave her caught her as she walked out the back door to her car. Gia was scared at first, there was always crazy stalker types hanging around. Usually Bruno walked the girls out or they walked out two at a time in pairs but tonight, she was alone. Gia started to back up as he stood there by this black sedan smoking a cigarette. "Hey, I want to speak to you!" He shouted at Gia.

Gia looked at him and started to back up as she pushed from the side of the sedan and began walking closer. The back door to the club wasn't far but she was still in her fuck-me heels and had no chance to run before he grabbed her. Gia felt her heart race. "Please leave me alone or I'll scream!" Gia shouted.

Ten minutes later they were talking aside his car as he explained who eh was and what he wanted, and that was Gia in the Crazy Horse. She drew a crowd, she was the package deal. So she gave her two weeks and was now starring at the Crazy horse III for the past year and a half as a headliner for the club. During that time she also found out from the other girls about escorting, she had only escorted eight times but she found the money ridiculously crazy. Men paid for everything and liked the kinkiest of things and some didn't involve sex. A man sucked her toes after taking her to dinner and paid her $5,000 just for that. of course she paid a small amount to a madam but the men were checked out and she was escorted herself to each date and picked up.

Everything was going well, the Crazy Horse was a hit, the top gentleman's club on the strip. the club had all the amenities needed to provide a single man to a group with the highest level of adult entertainment. The large main floor has a center stage surrounded by ample seating and two raised section areas. Behind the main stage is a gorgeous bar, well stocked with the finest liquor and cold beers. There was a second full stocked bar on the main floor that the beautiful witnessing staff always kept the glasses full.

The club specializes in providing the utmost in gentleman entertainment by employing girls that not only have the assets, but knew how to work them. These girls that worked with Gia like her were smoking hot, and when you get one into a private lap dance with you, it's like the man's wildest dreams have come true. These were the girls that men pined over in high school, finally giving them the attention they deserved and desired.

Gia was next one stage, it was her last show of the night as she herd her stage name called out and once again she was introduced as Venus D-lite. She worked her self on the pole, collected her tips and went back stage and changed. She had a date that evening, a big tipper was in town and was looking for a certain type of girl and Gia fit the look. Mystique, the madam set it up and it was then she transformed into another name, she went to these dates as Pandora.

Funny thing was, she never met the owner of the club and she had only met the assistant to her madam never the madam herself. But if truth be told she has never told anyone her real name either. She went by Gia Davis, simple name. She got into her car and headed out towards the desert where she lived in a small apartment with another dancer. Gia saved her money and lived a simple life, she was watching how other dancers and escorts had sugar daddies that forked the bills for big homes, furs, paid the bills, cars and whatever else they desired from them. that was the lifestyle Gia wanted and like everything else she wanted she worked for and ended up having.

Changing into a slinky red cocktail dress, she put on stiletto pumps and made herself into a classy woman, looking much older than she really was and left again to meet Mr. Money bags. Gia reached the hotel, the valet took her car and parked it as she walked into the huge foyer. She made her way to the bar and looked around, not seeing the man that was described to her so she took a seat at the bar and ordered a club soda with lime and waited as she crossed her legs and fended off the other men coming at her in all directions.

There was a middle aged handsome man in his forty's that came up to her and he fit the description she was told. "Hello I'm Pandora." She said in a soft flowing voice and smiled as her eyes sparkled like twin onyx gems stones. She was beautiful, tanned and sat straight, she was well worth the money he was paying for her. Gia was smart and could easily carry on a conversation, and she knew when to be quiet and was learning about fetishes and kinks as she went along.

 

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It wasn't always easy being an Irish guy in the Italian mob in Sin City, but Tommy O'Brien had made it work, despite all the odds stacked up against him. His best friend growing up, Gino Sabini, had vouched for him when they were shuffling cigarettes around town, giving him an in at just fifteen.

The cocaine-fueled 1980s had been good to them. Gino, ever the brains, had taken the school route, and grew up into a fine lawyer, protecting the mob's interests at every turn...

Tommy, meanwhile, ever the muscle, had to prove himself trustworthy time and time again through the years. He never failed to deliver. And while he knew he would never be the Boss, he had, over the years, developed plenty of his own interests and become a legitimate, top-tier player in Las Vegas, eventually taking control of the Sin City drug trade, and now answered only to the Boss.

Indeed, it had been a good seven or eight years since last he had to even dirty his hands making a hit. That last hit had been the one that truly made him, after all. Was it worth it? As Tommy stood in his office, looking through the mirrored window down upon his little empire, he knew it was. The Crazy Horse was doing better than ever expected, and it was largely due to the young Venus D-Light on stage. She was everything a stripper could ever hope to be.

And tonight, Tommy would have her. He'd been biding his time, waiting for this night for weeks now. She had proven herself a devoted employee, and Tommy was eager to test her services in the bedroom as well. Granted, she didn't even know he was the owner of the Crazy Horse, and for the time being, he was going to keep it that way. Little did she know, he was the one who had authorized all her escort services so far... every one of them tailored to both test and maximize her potential. Tommy O'Brien saw in her the kind of call girl that could command untold thousands of dollars a night.

He spotted her immediately when he entered the bar; the slinky red cocktail dress was absolutely stunning on her, showcasing her dangerous curves in a way that made every man in that bar drool with jealousy when he walked over to her and she didn't reject his advance.

After all, he'd paid for the pleasure. "Pandora," he replied, taking her small, slender hand in his and raising it to his lips. "Let's have a drink," he insisted, summoning the bartender over to them.

 

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Gia turned her head, and watched as the man approached her, it was now time to step into 'Pandora' mode. Gia felt as if she had three personalities. Gia, was who she really was, the Italian/Irish girl who was almost the All-American type that one could say 'drifted' a little bit to the wild side yet was still classy but had her little faults in the past.

Then there was Venus D-Lite which was her dancing personality who was an extreme wild child that loved the attention of all men. Didn't matter what they looked like, body shape or race, attention was attention and she loved the spotlight on her as it showed in all of her performances which was why she was a head liner at the Crazy Horse.

Then there was Pandora, she was classy, she loved older gentleman, father figure types. She wore only the best, ate at top notch restaurants , dated only the rich men that came to town and took her to places other women would die to go to. She laughed at all the jokes, fed the egos and collected a nice sum each time doing so.

"Pandora," he said to her as he approached her and before she even responded to him he took her small slender hand and brought it to his warm mature lips and placed a tender kiss upon it and took control of the 'date' right away as she smiled to him, her red lipstick stained lips parted showing a perfect set of pearly whites.

"Club soda with a twist of lime please." said responded back and looked him over. Guessing his heights he was about 6'2-3, roughly about 200-225 weight wise, he was well built and she could easily tell he worked out and stayed very fit as there wasn't from what she could tell under the tight clothing an once of fat on the man's body. He was very well dressed and presented himself as the gentleman type which to her she thought he was probably the dominate type in the bedroom. He liked control, and whatever he wanted he was going to get. Gia loved reading people seeing how close she was to what she felt to how one really was and she was sure she pegged this man to the 'T'.

This man dressed to the nines. Pandora stood up and raised her hands and placed them on the lapels on his suit jacket. She felt the material between her thumb and finger tips as she ran the edges through them. It was definitely Armani and tailored to fit him very well. She knew the cost, and was impressed. Even in platform stiletto red pumps, she needed to move to her tip toes to place a kiss to his cheek as she was quite smaller compared to him as she stood a 5'2 without heels and taller with her 5 inch stilettos. As the saying goes, 'good things come in small packages' but in her eyes she was better than good. That wasn't ego that was 100% pure confidence.

Closing her eyes as her cheek pressed to his she took in his scent and he smelled fucking fantastic. Guessing the scent to be maybe a Jo Malone Oud & Bergamot because of the woodsy fragrance, it was a scent that would make a man stand out at a party as it was expensive and not all men could pull it off. he wore it well. Pandora whispered into his ear as her soft lips touched it ever so lightly, "I will be right back I need to use the ladies room."

With that said she turned on a dime in her heels and headed towards the powder room as she grabbed her red clutch purse and walked away. The red dress was form fitting, the top was a low cut cowl neck which hung down past her breasts. There was a bikini like bra top that gather in the middle by a seven inch thin strip of silver with faux diamonds upon it and a thin tie that tied on the back of her neck. The back of the dress was cut low showing the top of her sexy ass crack leaving one to wonder if she wore anything under it.

Pandora wore a sexy pair of red lace barely there panties, everything with her had to match when she went out whether it was on a date or not. her hips moved slowly from left to right as she walked, she portrayed the image of a woman that was filled with confidence and glided across the floor and every man noticed as she was a head turner. Small curls bounced with each step as they hung down from her French twist updo and around her face.

Once out of sight she refreshed her makeup and dapped her red ruby lips after applying more lipstick and sprayed herself with her favorite scent, Elizabeth Taylor's White Diamonds. there was something about the scent that she really liked and always wore, it seemed to fit all of her personalities she portrayed.

As she walked across the floor, she looked to her date for the next few hours or for the whole evening providing how well they got along and how much he had paid for time wise holding eye contact. Pandora took her seat once again aside him and crossed her legs, her dress hem rising up her creamy tanned thighs as her stiletto dangled from her red painted toes. "I don't even know your name or for how long you wish to have my company tonight. I was called at last minute for this date tonight."

She reached forth and he could see her long well manicured red shiny nails as she curled her fingers around the tall glass with a slice of lime on the edge. She wore no other jewelry other than a pair of dangling diamonds set in silver from her ears and a small ball in her pierced tongue. That was the only thing she had done to herself outside of pierced ears because she found that the myth of the pierced tongue with men while giving head was a turn on and so far from her experience it was true. taking a sip of her club soda she replaced it on the cocktail napkin, turned herself in the chair towards him and gave him all of her attention as her dark hues sparkled. "Do you have any specific plans for this evening?"