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I get back in my car and follow Julius as he drives. Our journey to INDAY'S BAR doesn't take long. We immediately look for a place to sit. "Hello, new customers. Would you like to register as VIP CUSTOMERS? Of the 98 people who registered, there are two VIP ROOMS available, so register now," a woman announces. Julius immediately stands up and goes to the announcer.

"On this, the first floor, it is all casino activities. Roulette, blackjack, baccarat, slot machines. You name it, we have it." "The second floor is the entertainment floor. Karaoke rooms, and dance bar lounges fill up all the spaces on that floor." "The third floor is the VIP section. This is where we make the money. It's a mix of both the first and second levels; but only for diamond membership holders." Jonas added, "To qualify, you need to have a net worth of fifty million. You have to dress formally, too." Nikolai continued, "The top floor is the offices. We are taking the private lift at the back to Don Krauser's office."

I led him back to the same elevator. "So I have twelve VIPs that I would really like to have an evening in your casino." "I see," he said nonchalantly, looking at the floor numbers rising on the escalator and avoiding my eyes. "Of course you will bill us for their drinks and expenses but they cover their own chips. And they are very much into their vodka if you can…" "Another presentation piece? That seems risky considering the types of vodka millionaires drink isn't cheap." The doors opened and he led me into it. Enclosed once more I inhaled his scent and felt the dizzy rush of his presence once more.

Just answers. The club was a low-end spot called Velvet Sin—neon lights still flickering even in daylight, bass thumping faintly through the walls. Back entrance, like Dre said. We slipped in through the service door. The bouncer knew Dre’s face—nodded once, let us pass. Money talks. Then Dre turned around, giving me the signal I needed. Up the stairs to the VIP booths. Room 7. The door was cracked open, moans spilling out—loud and shameless. I pushed it wide.

he shrugged, "I don't make the rules. The owner is adamant about this. And I haven't seen you around before, so I can't let you in without an ID." "Will this be fine?" Alice flashed her cell at the man, showing him a photo of her ID. "Of course, miss. Go right in. Enjoy Havana." the bouncer smiled. Alice scoffed and walked in a dark corridor with blue led lights. There was another security Alice passed who charged her five hundred rands to get in. The price was ridiculous just to get inside a club. A server walked to Alice with a blinding smile showing her perfect teeth. "Welcome to Havana. Would you like a table anywhere down here or upstairs?" She kept her huge smile out and continued, "Si

Trevor Hudson deserved the other part of the credit for opening the door to fun experiences. Keyonna, Penny, Paula, Stephanie, Daphne, Kimberly, and Joanna walked into the lobby of The Oasis. Penny paid for them to get VIP bracelets at two-hundred dollars apiece. After being seated in an oval shaped booth with purple upholstery upstairs in VIP, Penny ordered champagne service. The VIP area was plush. Soft fuzzy pillows of all colors decorated the large ornate booths. The lights were colorful, yet soft so it didn’t hurt the eyes. And the music was upbeat, but not obscenely loud where it gave someone a headache.

I spend my first half in the VIP section with grace serving drinks and beer to everyone. It was midnight when they all left. I had a second shift to do VVIP. The VVIP part gives me a good amount of tips and I also get 100 euros more. So, whenever the VVIP section was mentioned I never complained because they always arrange meetings at midnight after twelve.

To add money into my accounts. "Excuse me?" says the gorgeous lady who seems lost upon stepping foot into my VIP room. The moving disco lights of the room block me from seeing straight into her face. But my wolf notices her aromatic and pure body scent is new to this place. So I move out of the couch and slide closer to the door; closer to her. "Sorry for the inconvenience, but I was looking for someone named Sebastian Quinn," she added. "One of the ladies outside told me he occupied this room. Am I in the right place?"

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.”

Straightening her spine and flipping her ponytail, she marched right into the club. Inside the grand lobby, she glanced around. It was so luxurious it made her feel like she was breathing taxpayer money. A male concierge approached her with a warm smile and led her to the front desk to register. Only then did she learn—it was a VIP-only club. If you weren’t a VIP, you couldn’t even enter. Julissa asked, “How do I become a VIP?” The concierge replied, “Just purchase an annual membership. Once you’ve paid the yearly f*e, you’re in.”