Legacy of Pleasure

*Dante*

The first and second floors of the nightclubs are open to the public. The line usually wraps around the block.

The third and fourth floors are VIP parties. Only gold card members enter. Artists, businessmen, big shots of the city.

But it's from the fifth floor up that the real fun begins.

There, the world changes.

The sound gets deeper.

The lighting lower.

The air hotter.

From there on, you enter the BDSM and fetish universe. Nine floors dedicated to pleasure without limits. Themed rooms, domination rooms, environments for voyeurism, submission, power games.

The eighteenth floor is exclusive to the Romano brothers.

All five have access.

We can bring companions and throw our own party.

We renovated everything recently.

We're preparing the space for our new submissive.

There, pleasure has no limits.

On the rooftop is our apartment. Three stories.

On the first: spacious kitchen, gigantic living room with two areas, office, guest room, and leisure area with a pool.

Lucca, Enrico, and I share the top floor. It's where we spend most of our time with our woman of the moment.

The last one was Chiara.

A redhead hot as hell.

Sucked a dick like no one else.

But she got too attached. Became needy. Inconvenient. Annoying.

We dismissed her.

We don't want a relationship.

Much less a crazy woman calling at dawn asking where we are.

Salvatore has his own apartment. He usually sleeps at the hotel.

Kael alternates between our parents' house and our apartments. He lives invading our space and tormenting Salvatore.

We also have our parents' house. When they're in the city, we stay there.

Mom would be too curious about the nightclub.

And she's definitely not prepared for that much.

You must be wondering: three CEOs for a single company, does that work?

Yes.

We have identical thoughts.

Aligned strategies.

And different faces.

We make all decisions about the nightclubs spread around the world together.

And what about Salvatore and Kael?

They respect our lifestyle.

They support it.

It's no wonder we five built an empire.

— Boys, let's go down and see if we can drag Salvatore and Kael to the nightclub. Man doesn't live by work alone.

We leave my office heading to Kael's floor.

When we stop there, I notice something different.

His new secretary.

— Hello, miss.

The three of us speak together.

She turns red as a bell pepper.

— Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Cassandra Dimitriou. I'll see if your brother can receive you.

Blonde.

Beautiful.

And clearly nervous.

I'm almost certain Kael will soon be between her legs. He's always had a thing for blondes.

But we never mess with our brothers' girls.

Unwritten rule.

— You may come in.

We enter the office.

Kael has his face buried in the computer.

— Dude, drop that and let's enjoy the night at the nightclub — Lucca says.

— Let's call Salvatore on the way — Enrico adds.

Kael sighs.

— All right, you lunatics. You only live once. I've already worked too much for today. I need to relieve myself, damn it. I'm about to go crazy.

I smile.

— I'm sure it has to do with the hot secretary, right?

— Get that little horse out of the rain. She's not for the three of you's beak!

We burst out laughing.

— Relax, we never mess with your girls. And that one is obviously someone you want. Invite her to check out the nightclub — Lucca says.

Kael rolls his eyes.

— All right. Let's get out of here before I regret it.

The four of us leave.

As we pass Cassandra's desk, Kael invites her to check out the nightclub. He says she's new in the city.

She turns into a bell pepper.

She accepts.

In the parking lot, each one takes his car.

Cassandra goes with Kael, who will drop her at her apartment to get ready.

After much insistence, she accepts the ride.

I call Salvatore.

— We're heading to The Lux. We'll wait for you there.

I hang up.

I feel the adrenaline rising.

The night promises.

My brothers and I need to unload this accumulated energy.

And there's only one way to do that.

Eat a hot pussy until dawn.

*Valéria*

I opted for a short red dress, tight against my body, with a deep neckline that enhanced my breasts and made my skin even paler under the room's light. The makeup was light but strategically thought out: defined eyes, soft lips, nothing exaggerated. I was feeling beautiful.

I lost almost everything in life… except the hundred designer dresses I had. Thank God my clothes and shoes stayed with me. Small victories.

As soon as we arrived at the nightclub, Cami pulled me to the front of the line — which, by the way, was enormous — showed the golden invitation, and our entry was cleared immediately.

The façade of The Lux glowed like a beacon in the middle of the Manhattan night. The deep bass pierced through the walls, vibrating in my chest before we even entered.

— Friend from heaven, invite me always, this place is magnificent!

Right at the entrance, the receptionist asked for the golden invitation and gave us a quick explanation about the bracelets. We could choose between three colors: green, yellow, or red.

Green meant you were willing to do anything.

Yellow, that you accepted some making out.

Red, unavailable.

I thought it was genius. How many times at clubs had I had to deal with inconvenient guys?

The girl even explained that, even wearing green, the word "no" would be respected. House rule.

— Girl, take the green one, it matches your eyes, who knows, maybe that way you'll finally lose the label — Cami said, laughing.

I turned red as my dress. Even so, I took the green bracelet. Huffing.

— Why don't you make an announcement, you lunatic? Shout to the four winds that I'm a virgin!

— Oh, come on, it was a joke! The girl didn't even care. Let's go to the bar, you need to relax.

The nightclub was absurd. Modern chandeliers, strategic lighting, beautiful people everywhere. The VIP area was all glass, with sophisticated tables and an exclusive bar. Pure luxury.