Drama Vip Novels & Stories

"Today, I'm shopping at Vior as a VIP member. Are you even aware of the perks that come with VIP membership? I could have the staff here remove all of you if I wanted to!" "Shelly, it seems you've completely forgotten to take your medication today. I mean, sure, the VIP members can clear out a place, but in Bern City, those are as rare as hen's teeth. Typically, they're reserved for elite matrons. And as far as I know, even Mrs. Barrett doesn't have one. So, where on earth did you manage to snag yours?" With a disdainful expression, Shelly shot back, "That's none of your business. But if you ask me nicely, I might consider telling the staff not to kick you out."

my dad tried to change the topic, “besides running our businesses, of course.” “Nothing,” I shrugged, “I spend time with my friends when I am done with office responsibilities.” “Hmm,” he curled his lips into a smile, “maybe you’d like to watch one of the exclusive shows from this company,” he asked his nurse to give me something. It was a VIP card from a certain Gracieux Performing company. I am not fond of watching these types of shows. I don’t need them. I don’t need to pay just to watch sexy women dance in front of me. I get them for free.

He was really enjoying and spending a lot of money on the ladies that surrounded him, revealing his weakness to me. "All I need is a lady to get his attention. A lady who's ready to comply with me. But all these bitches don't look trustworthy." I scanned around, thinking of how to execute my plan. That's when I heard a voice through the speaker, announcing a special entertainer to the stage. "She's more than what you imagine. An angel from the goddess! Please welcome... VIPER!" The whole men clapped, fixing their eyes on the stage. Even Alpha Sullivan had his gaze set there, still entertaining himself with the ladies.

Even if it was the hottest new club around. “Come on,” Mia said, dragging the covers off Peyton. “I have VIP passes to Vibe. V. I. P. Do you know what that means?” She went on without waiting for Peyton to answer. “It means sitting in the VIP section. It means not having to fight for a seat. It means having a waitress bring your drinks to you instead of fighting for attention at the bar. Come on Peyton! We can’t miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! We don’t even have to line up outside the club to get in!” “I don’t want to,” Peyton whined. “I’ve had enough people-ing today.”

he took a bite and waited for my reply " yeah sure Go on" I replied just to get him talking "Do you really know the difference..." "Yes I do Xain I may not be the outing type but I am not stupid" I cut him of annoyed "Well then you would know that Mateo is part of the big club Where they have the VIP for the famous celebrity and the rich people and then we have the VVIP Where the insanely rich people come to have a nice time with their privacy available" he picked up his shake drinking it noisily

“This…” The waitress showed hesitation. “What are you stalling for? Are you trying to lose your job? Should I call your manager?” Jasmine snapped angrily. Wendy couldn't hold back any longer. “Hey! Just because you're a VIP doesn't mean you're all that. First come, first served! We were here first, and we want the VIP room!” “I’m a VIP at NO.8, and you’re nothing! You’ve got no right to act so arrogant!” Jasmine sneered.

I decide. “Certainly, Mr. Hart. Our VIP experience includes a private room, your choice of dancer for the evening, and complimentary champagne. I can assure you that all our dancers are top-notch.” She types for a while and then pauses. “For the VIP experience, would you prefer Option A, B, C, or D?” How many processes does one need to book a fucking lap dance?

“Sir, may I help you? “I’m looking for a friend,” he grinned in return. “She’s handling some business inside.” Business? With such ordinary clothes, Darryl looked like a typical white-collar salaryman. How could he enter the VIP section? The woman denied Darryl with the same smile, but her eyes dimmed. “I’m sorry, this is the VIP section—not everyone is allowed in. If you’re looking for someone, please wait in the main lobby.” Darryl was stunned. He shook his head and replied, “Then… Then, I’ll make a deposit.”

Who do you think you are? When Ellie saw what was happening, she hurriedly spoke up to try to ease the tension and awkwardness. "Theo, Cornell's quite well-known in the industry too. He even received a VIP invitation to this event today! That's why we're here." Theo just laughed coldly. His eyes turned sharp. "A VIP invitation? There are only ten of those given out, and they were all given only to Max's family, friends, and sponsors. Where did yours come from?"

Tonight you're in VIP. "Oh, okay, that's fine," I answered, smiling. Because when I dance in the VIP room, I get paid twice. VIP visitors also tip extra. It has its own mini-stage and pole in the centre. I'll perform a special dance for our VIP visitors in a secluded room with only them inside. While dancing, I undress in front of my customer. VIP visitors are welcome to massage my breast or thigh. They might be alone while watching us dance and strip in front of them.