Episode 1

Cora Smith:

Hello, my name is Cora Smith, I was abandoned at the age of seven by my family in Babel, and since then it was the only home I knew.

Babel is a bar run by Martina Huertas, a woman of neither bad nor good reputation, she is only interested in the business and that her merchandise produces, and by merchandise I mean me and the many girls who are in Babel.

We all serve a purpose here, some are waitresses, others are companions, no one is here by obligation, except for me, of course. According to Martina, I owe her a great fortune, she made me what I am. The best entertainment dancer in Babel. Besides, I am the favorite of the men. I have a beautiful voluptuous body, a weapon of lust for many.

I am not a prostitute, no. I have not yet reached that level and I hope I never get there. I only aspire to either pay my debt to Martina or escape from here.

Today, like so many nights, I had to do my special. I was in my dressing room, touching up my makeup and hair.

"" Cora, five minutes to go on "" Martina announces to me. With a smile that is only reflected by the amount of money I will make her earn today.

Who would say that a dancer could earn so much money, but men want more, what they cannot touch and that is me. The favorite and, therefore, they would be willing to pay any price to see me dance.

I could hear the ovations in the great hall, my name being called. Cora, they all shouted with voices full of excitement.

Faced with this, my stomach felt bad and I suppressed the vomit that was about to come out, I was disgusted, I wanted to get out of here.

Instead, I faced Martina showing my best mask and smiled brightly --- I'm ready ---

She inspects me from top to bottom --- good job, make me earn a lot of money --- she says, opening my robe a little more so that my breasts are more visible.

I was about to hit her hand, but I avoided it, in the past I hadn't fared very well resisting.

My special outfit tonight was a red lace bra and matching panties. This outfit left nothing to the imagination. I was almost naked, my only protection was the red silk robe that covered me like armor, but sooner or later I would have to leave it before entering the stage.

My feet were shod with red sandals, which would have seemed cute to me, if I didn't wear them in this horrendous place.

"" Ready? "" Martina asks

"" Of course "" I smiled and took a deep breath preparing for the act.

Alejandro Balem:

I was sitting at one of the tables in front of the stage.

Alejandro Balem

"" Sir, you will see that you will not regret it "" says Ricky, my best friend and my trusted man. He places his hands on my shoulders, hitting them enthusiastically. I watch him irritated, he brought me almost by force to this place, it was one of our bars, owned by the Balem family.

Ricky

But I had never come, since it was one of the new acquisitions that my father made, about a month ago. I looked at the stage with boredom, I wasn't so sure that this dancer so famous in Babel, was going to take away my bad mood.

The reason? My parents, to inherit the family empire, I had to get married, it was a requirement in all mafias. Family was the most important thing and, therefore, the basis of the mafia's strength or so I heard.

In other words, I would get married and create offspring and these would be my best investment in the future. My father says: It is the natural cycle of life, you get married, you have children and in the mafia this is important, children are a blessing, a fortune, tomorrow they will protect you from your enemies, they will be your staff... This sounded somewhat twisted, but it was what it was.

My father, Miguel Balem, when I turned fifteen, began to give me heavy jobs such as settling scores, that is, eliminating certain people. Like delinquent debtors, or simply people who wanted to harm the family.

Don't get me wrong, I loved my parents and my younger sister Valeria, but my father sometimes treated me like a hired assassin, it was something I don't know, despicable for my mafia standards.

Although the sting of knowing this truth was more bearable, thanks to the fact that my title of mafia made me powerful, rich and therefore I could have everything a man would want to have. Women.

But once again my father ruins my plans, he wanted me to get married and that didn't sit well with me at all.

"" Gentlemen with you, your favorite dancer Cora Smith "" says a red-haired woman in her forties, beautiful for her age, but still outside my standards.

Martina Huertas

The whole room erupted in ovations, I looked at them surprised. Could this woman be as beautiful as they said? I doubted it, I had not met the first woman who completely dazzled me. They all seemed the same to me and only for one purpose, to have them in my bed at the end of the night and to give me a good sexual pleasure.

The lights went out and for a moment curiosity invaded me.

A light came on and a beautiful young woman appeared, with a brown complexion, wavy black hair that cascaded down her back.

Cora Smith

I directed my gaze further down and saw what every man would want to see, a pair of large, full breasts. Covered by a fine red lace fabric. My gaze went further down, her waist was thin and I sighed in disappointment. Her panties were not translucent. More, however, these clung to her wide hips.

She wasn't the typical skinny girl with a model's body that I slept with. This one was more... wild, her little face was angelic, but her body was devilish. My type of woman, my dream.

Cora:

I was nervous all the time as always, chills covered my body and not in a good way. I always feared that today would be the day Martina would sell my virginity.

I saw the attendees and it was the same, fat and disgusting men. So I forced myself to close my eyes.

The music started and I began to sway my hips to the rhythm of "love me like you do by Ellie Goulding". I knew the routine by heart.

"You're the light, you're the night"

"You are the color of my blood"

"You're the cure, you're the pain"

"You're the only thing I want to touch."

.... and I started to run my hands all over my body and move my hips sensually, I swung my hair from side to side.

When I finished I heard applause and ovations from the men and of course the characteristic sound of the bundles of bills that were thrown on the stage.

I looked longingly at the money, if only I could take a roll and get out of here. But no, Mrs. Martina always watched my movements like a hawk stalking its prey.

"" Cora, Cora, Cora "" they all shouted and I just wanted them to stop. Thank God I only perform once a day. I moved away from the stage and took the red robe from one of the women who helped in Babel and put it on with relief.

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