Mob Broad: Love Is Pain is a BDSM Erotica/Ménage Erotica short story - M/F/F. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.Made man Gregory O’Malley is a passionate man. He has a taste for the exotic; he loves to beat his playmate Olga. And Olga just loves to be beaten. This is just part of their playtime. Sometimes they treat themselves to an additional play partner. This is just one of those times. Maria, a woman highly trusted in her connections to the mob, is sent on a little mission. She arrives and instead of being afraid and disturbed by the sight of the whipped Olga, she is oddly titillated. She wants to watch. Although this mission is different from the assignments she usually picks up, her motive is always clear – uphold the honor of the mob and have fun while doing it. She always gets her man, and sometimes even her woman. Maybe this time she’ll get both. It’s all part of her work. She just loves her work, and her work loves her back.ExcerptTo some outsiders, they would consider this side of town dead. The truth was the very opposite. This was the time period where the street became more alive than usual. As strong gusts of air breathed through each alleyway and intersection, kicking up old newspapers that paperboys had left behind, the rulers of the night were up to their antics. Night in the Big City belonged to the gangsters, the mob men of a classic era that was still painting its own mythological legacy.In an upstairs room from one of the tenements, strange loud sounds could be heard. There was a pronounced whipping sound, as if something soft like skin was being hit hard. Occasionally, one would hear moaning, or a scream that sounded like it was being held back for far too long. It was repetitive. Such a sound came from that room all the time but no one ever called the cops or was brave enough to check it out. On this side of town, people minded their own business and let the affairs that went on in closed doors remain private.That particular room was a small apartment that was rented by a Gregory O’Malley. Sweating profusely in his wife beater and boxers, he went about his craft with a passion. He considered himself an artist in many ways, though he considered his artistic pursuits to be a personal affair, not public. In public, he was a businessman and could often be seen in illegal gambling halls, collecting debts or making a way for new drug products to hit the street. Tonight was one of his nights off from work, allowing his artistic side to express itself.
