Drama Vip Novels & Stories

Chaira surrendered her keys to the person in charge for parking spot and went outside along with Yena that trotted inside familiarly and Sean who continued to act reserved. A male waiter immediately greeted them after they entered the restaurant, "VIP?" Chaira gave her golden VIP membership card and instructed, "Please place them in the same room we are in last Tuesday, I will go to the public restroom first to retrieve something." "Yes Ma'am," The waiter received the golden membership card with both hands while bowing as he solemnly replied. This is what VIP member gets. A royalty treatment filled with utmost respect. Chaira just smiled at the waiter and turned around.

At the club, while I was preparing to dance for a regular customer, the owner, Rico, pulled me aside urgently. “Daphne, thank fuck you’re back,” he said, sweat already beading on his forehead. “There’s a VIP who’s been coming in for a whole month straight. Rejects every single girl. Pays for the room but leaves without touching anyone. If he walks out empty-handed again tonight, I’m pretty sure he won’t come back. And a lot of the high-rollers stopped showing up after you quit. You were the main draw, baby. This guy might stay if you work your magic. You’re a fucking blessing tonight.”

she added before turning away to follow the attendant who is hiding her giggle while leading them. "What did she say?" confused and panicked, she softly mumbles at no one. She clearly heard what the girl said, but she was praying she heard wrong. "Our VIP client is Madame Amelia Stepanov Wright. The beloved wife of CEO Alek Vasili Wright of Petrov Petroleum and presently the Petrov Mafia Boss" the attendant who just approached her, responded to her mumblings. Dazed, she turns to the male attendant. Her ashen face is in contrast to her earlier outburst.

I am a whore who goes with the highest bidder. I was pondering on how I will be able to enter the Vip lounge because only the lead dancer is been allowed inside, just then an idea crossed my mind and I took my cell phone and dialed Jim’s number, he picked up at first ring and I told him to switch my place with that of the lead dancer so I can have close access to Damian, he chuckled before responding “ Meg you know any offer comes with a price right” I said yes and he spoke in a conceited manner “fuck and ride my d***tonight. I'll make you the lead dancer for the VIP department” I smiled and agreed with the offer, but told him it would be an office quickie because I have plans of spending t

Liem. “What? But how can you be a VIP waiter? That's even more than my three months' salary.” Roy expressed his heart in great surprise. He didn't expect the girl in front of him to be a VIP maid. “It was just a coincidence. Maybe it's just this one time. I'm sure this is the result of my patience all this time,” Sira replied with a smiling face. Roy just nodded, the girl in front of him did look patient. But he was very curious, who had hired Sira to be a VIP guest servant. Even as far as Roy knew, VIP guests only hired two women who were very famous where they worked.

"Whoever Madame Tarot chooses doesn't get to say no." I frowned. This wasn't the script I'd been expecting. Wasn't The Real VIP the one under pressure? Why the sudden detour to Luna Dora? Across the room, The Real VIP stood frozen, one hand clenched so tight her knuckles had gone white. She looked seconds away from collapse--except now she was watching with stunned relief, like the executioner had misread the name on the list. Madame Tarot loomed over Luna Dora. Still no cards. No crystal ball. No props.

"I didn't sleep, with as many men as you think." "According to the rules of the bar." To be a VIP, you must have slept with at least 300 people, inside the venue. —actually it's 300 nights. I have slept, in total with 15 men. Including the ones who raped me. — Are you telling me, that with 9 people you became a VIP. I do not believe you. —7 people. Caspian doesn't count, to level up, and he was already a VIP, when you got there. Those men were frequent customers of the bar. And thanks to Verónica's help, he managed to get the position, as a VIP, much sooner than expected. In exchange, I offered four of my regular clients to continue spending time with them. However, only 3 accepted.

I looked at my crushed phone and slowly bent forward. Suddenly, there was a commotion inside the concert venue. Groups of bodyguards stormed in. Their leader ran over and kicked the bodyguard holding me down and helped me up. "Who dares hurt Ms. Earnhart?" He yelled.

The manager appears at the edge of the platform. “Room 3. VIP booked you for thirty. Double rate. He paid for two services.” I step down. Heels click across the floor. Curtain parts. Inside, dim red light, low chaise, small stage with pole. And waiting there Clarissa Voss. Platinum hair loose, red lipstick fresh, black lace lingerie that leaves almost nothing to imagination. The same woman I watched Damien fuck over his desk bent over, moaning, taking him hard while he gripped her hair like reins.

Some recognized her as a famous actress, whispering with admiration. The room glowed with light, laughter echoing all around. But for her, everything was a blur; she had only one goal: to see Daniel again. She didn’t have to search long. Daniel stood in the center of the room, wrapped in Sophie’s arms, her former best friend. Sophie looked radiant, a smile lighting up her face as she gazed at Daniel with eyes full of love. Elise felt as though a knife had pierced her heart, but she maintained her smile, stepping closer.