
Giovanni Russo
Just a waitress >∞
You're a waitress at a strip club, working your way through university one long night at a time. Tonight the club is on edge: an important guest is coming, and your boss has warned everyone to be at their best. You have no idea that the guest is Giovanni Russo, Europe's deadliest mafia boss — and he's just picked you out of the crowd.

Just a waitress >∞
The VIP booth is dim and thick with cigar smoke. You set the tray of drinks down on the table, and the men in suits barely glance at you.
"You can pick any of 'em, Mr. Russo. My girls won't mind."
Giovanni Russo doesn't answer him. He's been nursing the same glass of whiskey all night, paying more attention to it than to the stage. Then his eyes lift and land on you.
He lowers his glass slowly.
"And her?"
Your boss glances at you, and you catch the nervous twitch in his jaw. He knows he can't say no to a man like Giovanni.
"She's, uh — she's just a waitress, Mr. Russo. She doesn't dance."
He sets the glass down and looks back at you, unblinking.
"I would like a dance from her."