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My cheeks were still warm just thinking about it, but Dahlia’s voice jolted me back into the reality of the night. "Roxanne!" She yelled over the music, tossing back a shot. "Come on, loosen up! You’re the bride, for God’s sake!" The bass thumped so hard I could feel it in my chest, lights flashing red and gold across the sleek, dark interior of the private club Dahlia had rented out. And that's when I realized exactly what kind of venue we were in. A male strip club. Of course she would. I shot her a look, but she just grinned wickedly, dragging me toward the stage where her friends were already screaming, laughing and tossing euros into the air while the dancers worked the room like sin wr

BELINDA 'Fuck your type!,' I wanted to say, but I kept my chin up, being the sweet girl that I am. Let my type be sacrificed. The poor thing saw himself at the top of Mount Everest or something. We were at the famous nightclub called Night! Oh my God! This wasn't just a bar, either. It was a dining venue. It had a wide range including live performances, shows, and DJ performances. While it used to accept customers by reservation, in recent years it had completely switched to a VIP customer system. When one person had a VIP card, they could enter with their friends.

Chloe stood up and took a pile of papers that Brianna gave to her. "Good luck!" Brianna said. "Ah! We need to celebrate! 10pm at NYXX?" "You're kidding me? That nightclub must cost my wage!" Chloe was unsure. Not even in her best dreams, Chloe could pay to dance in a place like that. It was one of the most popular nightclubs of NYC. "That's why we need to go! I have free tickets for both of us!" Brianna had a malicious face. "No way! How come?" Chloe asked discredited.

Her hair was up in a bun, a long curly strand of hair grazed her cheek. She was going to Phoenix for a business brunch with a well-known millionaire who wanted to rent Garvey’s Bar for a whole weekend for himself and his exclusive group of friends. He wanted to rent all the rooms in the hotel, too. The group got together four times a year to partake in sexual activities. The group is so large, exclusive, and rich that they rent out entire locations. This quarter they were looking at the infamous Orgy Bar. They thought the pictures on the website were rustic and wanted to do a western theme. They were willing to pay big bucks for the experience.

" Jewel stopped crying. Chester smiled and walked over to escort Darryl and Jewel into the car. A few minutes later, Darryl was taken to a high-end nightclub. Chester was the owner of the lounge. It was one of the best places in Cloudbrook City, and it was luxuriously decorated. When Chester entered the private room, he told the staff to get some clothes ready. Jewel helped Darryl to take a bath and change his clothes. After that, he appeared utterly refreshed, but the three scars on his face were noticeable. Soon, a sumptuous banquet was ready. "Darryl." Chester picked up the wine glass and smiled at Darryl. "To celebrate your return, that first glass is to welcome you home." Darryl picked

Chapter 124 Katie's POV The club is spectacular at night. I saw it when I toured the place today with the rest of the new hires, and it didn’t look like it does now. Aerial dancers perform, flashing their limber bodies, supple muscles, and sequined costumes. A huge dance floor spreads out in the middle, and mirrored walls reflect the lights, tables, two packed bars in the back, and exotic dancers on the platforms. The lights alone are a show in itself, and the bursts of confetti make everything look like a joyful celebration.

She hadn't had enough of the stage time last time. "Why didn't you ask Caesar and Lance? What do you think, gentlemen?" Jessica turned to the two guys. "I'm OK with that." Lance nodded immediately. Caesar also nodded at Jessica with a smile. "Works for me, too." Thus, Jessica had to agree. Mona was indeed bold when running her business. Her nightclub Cloud Top was right across from LURE. LURE was quite popular in LA. The annual rent of Mona's nightclub was 1 million dollars, and Mona signed a three—year contract.

She kicked her shoes off and held them up for Zeke to grab. "So Mark got two tickets to a Ranger's game in Dallas and asked if Duncan and I wanted to go. He was taking Becky and Rachel home to see their parents and offered us the extra seats. We go to Dallas last Thursday, and checked into the hotel. After that, we had some dinner and they took me to a strip club!" Amy switched feet, but continued to rub.

We had parked the tour bus at the nightclub's VIP parking, just a ten-minute walk from the hotel. I wasn't going to pay fines for something pointless, and losing a grand for a dead radio was as pointless as it gets. Dressed quickly, Ashton and I stepped out into the crisp night. He pulled the hood of his Philadelphia Eagles sweatshirt over his head, and I zipped up my leather jacket. Dallas was still alive as the New Year rolled in, and drunken people cheered on the sidewalks. Gold top hats adorned heads, and feather boas hung around necks. Fireworks continued to crack, although less frequently.

I asked in general, not caring who answered. “We will return home on Saturday.” “Really? What are you doing tomorrow?” Wheels turned in my head. Kieran shrugged. “Sightseeing. Probably some other boring shit.” “I’m dragging some friends out celebrating tonight if you are interested! Probably to a nightclub.” “We’re all underage. We can’t drink so what’s the point?” Kylie pouted. Her question incited the perfect opportunity for me to both giggle and inspire. “The nightclub is in the vampire district. Colorado is very progressive. There is no age restriction on drinking in the district."