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Balkin handed her the bottle of Rémy Martin Fine Champagne Cognac VSOP— Balkin was Tyros's tonight. "All right. I'll take care of it!" "Nice! Good luck, I heard those men in VIP room 2 are friends of Mr. Lust." Carnation was stunned but recovered immediately. She smiled at the young man and left in front of the bar counter. Friend of her boss? In that case, are her customers oldies again? But non-batchelors are not allowed in the VIP, right? Tsk. Maybe because they are my boss' friends that is why they have considered them.

“You can't, you get given.” Shit!!! “Any other way I can enter?” “I can help you, if you let me go.” Let him go? I laughed. “That's not a good deal.” I stepped away from him. “I could kill you, that's more profitable to me.” His eyes reddened and his body started to quiver. “How else can I see her?” “Get a vvip card, and request for her. But you'd have to place a huge amount of money.” “That's much like it.”

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a bet to win.” I left both Megan and Lucille behind without another glance and headed straight for the VVIP section. Four massive men sat at the main table — Tyler, Sean, and two other players I recognized from the ice. All intimidating as hell. As I approached the velvet rope, a burly security guard stepped forward, holding up a hand. “Ma’am, this area is restricted to VIP guests only.” I didn’t even slow down. “I’m Ty’s friend,” I said confidently, popping my gum. “Tyler Sinclair.”

I asked, aloud. She answered immediately, "Regular customers are basically just regular wolves. All our customers are rich, but they are the lowest class, you could reject to do a private dance for them, it's on you. VIPs rank higher than regular customers and they also pay higher as well. You should have a very, very good reason to reject a VIP but if not, you can't. Now, VVIPs, on no account should you reject a private dance with a VVIP, they pay millions of dollars. One night with a VVIP could change your life and make you an automatic millionaire. They include the highest-ranking wolves in the country. We've never turned down a VVIP and don't plan on doing so anytime soon, either. I'm su

“I don’t think I can just write her a check, right?” She offered me the payment request log where I would take her banking information and banking information that Club Heaven used for these purchases. There wasn’t that much money in the account, but having the information meant I could make the transfer to the account and pay the woman from the account. The account was based in the Black Mountain pack. I hadn’t heard much about them, but I planned to look into them the first chance I got. Grace led me to the VIP room that was usually used for these trades and I waited.

Somehow, I thought I must've seen her somewhere but I couldn't place where. " Who's that dish?" I asked Bistro. Bistro needn't be told I've taken a keen interest in this girl. " Her name's Ginny. She's one of the regulars around here. She recently bought a VIP membership green card," he then wrinkled his nose in disgust. " She works as a stripper at the Vegas Moon club. You don't wanna get involved with a hoe like her. She's bad news. She's also a messed up junkie when she's not sober."

They stopped in front of the 45th room. “Is that a special ticket?” she asked to Darrem. Darrem glanced at her and showed her his ticket. “This is a VIP card, and the 45th room was the VIP room— the only VIP room in this hotel.” Darrem doesn't want to brag his wealth to Serene but he was just being honest to her. Serene just nodded. If her ticket cost $2000 then what about the ticket of the man in front of him. She knew that everyone here was rich but she didn't expect that this man is probably the richest.

After all, it was the only way for him to get to the small manors at the peak of the mountain—above the entertainment center—where both Barry and Queta were still waiting. “D*mn it, have you no shame at all? Don’t you know that unless you’re following a tour, you need a VIP card to enter this place? Not just anybody can enter as they want!” added Maia, her voice clearly filled with contempt. “I am aware of that!” replied Gerald with a nod. “F*cking hell! Since you already know about that, how could you just follow us in here after Jamier showed his VIP card? You can’t just sneak into this place with us!” replied Maia.

I locate the VIP section almost immediately, it was named VIP but every regular here knows it’s for strip poker. “That is a lot of money you're paying to lose.” Aryan tells me as I pay for both of us to enter. “I’m not really losing, I like the feeling of their eyes on me, I think about it during my sessions and make triple of what I spend getting in.” I say with a shrug as we enter through the beady curtains. “Wow.” I chuckle at his shock. Many tables were occupied and the occupants were either fully naked or getting there. “Are you staring at other girls right now Father?”

It was an exclusive hookup app for billionaire men who wanted to hook up with women willing to satisfy their wild desires. The VIP registration f*e was $150 It was the last money left on my card because every bank account Liam controlled had been blocked. But still I paid, because this was the only option left for me. The app opened and a notification flashed immediately. Client: Anonymous. Arriving in London tomorrow evening. Fetish: plus-size, curvy women. Extremely high sexual energy. One intense night only. $1,000,000 cash upon completion. Total anonymity with blindfold provided. One million dollars?