Lucky Vip Novels & Stories

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?

She could feel the air around him sickening and suffocating to death. "Please listen to me am sorry, am so sorry forgive me. I promise to go and never come back, you won't see me ever again p, please... " Remona muttered, Bruce refused to listen to her and pulled her continuously. "Which room is he in? I want to see him." Bruce muttered to the guard standing at the four posts out of the club, the guard raised his eyes and quickly bowed his head. "He is upstairs, VIP room 5." The guard informed Bruce who brushed passed him. They were all familiar with the two brothers since they were VIPs in the club.

There was an event held at charm’s luck once every year where all its VIP members were given what is known as a ‘chance card. This card could be used to order any AVI actress or actor of their choice for any sex fantasy they wanted. There were options of live videos as well, although that was rarely used. This event usually lasted for two days, and for these two days, the rooms at charm’s luck were always fully booked. So, the plan was for him to request for Amanda using his chance card. Grace was going to help him book a room as well as sneak him in on that day, but that was all she could do for him.

Lucky beamed as she put her hand on the small of her friend's back pushing her forward. "Well, I know everyone will be dying to meet her, come we've been waiting on you." He held out his arm for Lucky to take as they headed to the V.I.P. section in the back of the lounge. "Guys, look who I found," He reacted as he pushed Lucky forward only to grip Cherokee by the arm pulling her into him as his hand went around her shoulders. "And she was generous enough to bring us eye candy, this is Cherokee. Oh, I didn't get your last name."

“You should drop the act if you can’t afford it. That is the most expensive purse in the store. Ordinary people like you can’t afford to damage it!” “Hey, stop looking down on people,” Lynette snapped at her before turning back to smile at the other employee. “My apologies. I am indeed a supreme VIP.” As soon as she spoke, everyone in the store erupted into whispers. The minimum requirement to become a supreme VIP was very high. Apart from spending up to ten million dollars, one also had to hold a special status in society. “How is that possible?” The sales assistant had her eyes wide open in disbelief at what she heard.

EMBER “Happy birthday to you,” Gracie said, raising her glass of champagne toward me. “I hope all your dreams come true this year.” “Thank you.” I smiled, clinking my glass against hers. We had completed our trek to New York and moved into our loft that week. It was all finally starting to feel real, and it was thrilling.

Coldly looking at her, she goes on, “We all know you both aren’t helping anyone. You are just humiliating her. But that stops here. Not under my watch!” Letting out a huge smile, she turns to me and gently utters them while waving her hand to get me to take note of her words. “From now on, Lillian is a VVIP client of our store. She can have anything in this store at any time with no payment necessary.” “Got it?” she asked the clerk sharply while I was too stunned to speak. “Duly noted, Boss,” the clerk utters, hastily typing on his phone, probably reporting the new memo to the main office.

Carrying a paper and pen, Lily approached Carly, intending to hand them over for signing. Just like Natasha, Carly swiftly signed the paper. Lily then presented a VIP card and eagerly promoted it to Carly. "Ms. Turner, would you like to apply for our store's VIP card? Only esteemed individuals like you are eligible for this card." She added warmly, "With this card, we can offer you discounts in the future." Carly glanced at the card briefly. Not giving it much thought, she simply nodded. "Sure." Applying for a card was a simple matter for Carly. Besides, Lily had provided her with attentive service. By getting the card, Carly was also helping Lily. Of course, she was more than willing to do

Yet she had made it a weapon to attack me. “What era are we in,” I lifted my eyes, my voice calm and unhurried, “that you still judge people by their looks? Your perspective is rather small.” After her disturbance, I lost all interest in choosing wine. I turned and walked straight to the counter. “I’ll take this bottle. Ring it up.” The associate hesitated, visibly troubled. “Miss… this is one of the store’s rare reserves. We always prioritize VIP clients.” Lily grew even more smug. She pulled out a black-and-gold card and slapped it heavily on the counter. “VIP status requires an annual spend of one million dollars. A pauper like you—who are you trying to impress?”

Nathan's eyes widened, and he pointed at the waitstaff and shouted, "This is not fair. Monopoly's starting token has always been fifty million. Is the club crazy by giving her one hundred million?" The waitstaff looked at Nathan with a not-too-happy look in his eyes. "This lady is a distinguished guest of our club, and the starting capital of each game of Super VIP members is twice that of ordinary members. Have you forgotten?" Then he took all the tokens and piled them up in front of Nicole. Nathan was completely dumbfounded at this point. "Just her? How could she be a Super VIP?"