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“Then let’s give him a reason to regret it. You’re not sitting around crying over that bastard.. we are filling script around.” The cab pulled up to the entrance of Velvet Nights, the bass from inside shaking the pavement. The neon sign cast a pink glow over the doorway, and a line of people waited to get in. Bouncers checked IDs and let in those with VIP access. Maya flashed her confidence and the girls slipped past the rope, heading straight into the thumping heart of the club.

An advance payment for Nite that he is undoubtedly enjoying now as I gave him some of Chase's angels to be fucked. I quickly went down to the area where the players were playing cards. As I could see, many gamblers were inside the casino, even though it was just early and starting to get dark outside. I saw some well-known wealthy people playing poker when I entered the VIP room, which is only for those who can bet at least five million in one round. "Trace!" Congressman Rodillo greeted me with a smile when he saw me. Nice! I'm in a hurry now. It's good that he called my attention first. At least I don't need to search for him in my casino anymore.

"The legal team is still finalizing the security parameters for the venue. Where exactly did you say you booked the VVIP suite?" "I told you, it’s The Obsidian," Maeve said, her voice filled with immense pride as she began unpacking the small plates. "It is the absolute crown jewel of Moscow nightlife. You cannot get a table there unless you are a foreign diplomat or an oil minister." "I don't like venues I don't have direct operational control over, Maeve," I muttered, my corporate paranoia flaring. "Who owns the holding company? My intelligence team ran the registration, but it's buried under three layers of offshore shells in Cyprus."

When Xavi, his assistant, finally alerted him, he quickly snapped to attention. “Mr. Vanderbilt! Mr. Vanderbilt! Caitlin and the others have finished dinner and are heading out now!” “Follow them!” Sebastian urged, his voice sharp with urgency. The RV sped up to catch up with them, but it wasn’t long before Xavi spoke up again. “Mr. Vanderbilt, they’ve headed to the NO.8 Club. Should we go after them?” NO.8 was the most exclusive VIP club in New York, a combination of bar, KTV, billiards, and a massive entertainment complex.

Tonight you're in VIP. "Oh, okay, that's fine," I answered, smiling. Because when I dance in the VIP room, I get paid twice. VIP visitors also tip extra. It has its own mini-stage and pole in the centre. I'll perform a special dance for our VIP visitors in a secluded room with only them inside. While dancing, I undress in front of my customer. VIP visitors are welcome to massage my breast or thigh. They might be alone while watching us dance and strip in front of them.

She stood by the door, crossing her arms on her chest. Xavier smiled at her question. "It comes with the membership. Once you register at the 3 months subscription of One Hundred Thousand dollars, you are privileged to access the VIP lounge and the rooms. But only 1 night free. If you want to continue the services, you have to pay Five Thousand per 12 hours.

The attendant gave her a once over and changed the tone of his voice as he asked, “Are you a new hire?” Sonnet shook her head. “Excuse me, madam. We don’t accept regular guests,” the attendant said coldly. “It’s like this. I’d like to ask about something that happened five years ago…” “I’m sorry, madam. We can’t expose our clients’ private information,” the attendant cut her off before she could finish speaking. “What do I need to do to become a VIP member at the club?” Sonnet asked. “You need to pay a minimum of 15 thousand dollars to become a member,” the attendant replied. He paused and added, “You can also enter the club if you’re a guest of one of our VIP members.”

"Hello, where's the VIP section? Please take me there." Sasha couldn't help but laugh out loud. All she wanted now was to humiliate Felix while ignoring the curious looks coming from others. "Haha! VIP section? Even the most basic VIP account requires a minimum balance of ten million dollars. Do you even have ten thousand on you, you pauper?" Judging from Felix's outfit and Sasha's words, Jamie was skeptical that he was a VIP client. According to the rules, they had to verify his identity first. "Sir, please show your bank card and verify your fingerprint here."

"Watch your mouth, or don't blame me for what happens next." Kelly was intimidated by the look in my eyes. She took two steps back and started barking at an usher nearby. "Throw her out now, or I'll have Mr. Lawrence revoke this venue's right to operate!" The usher quickly came over and tried to reason with me. "Miss, we'll refund your ticket in full and upgrade you to another seat for free. Is that okay?" I refused sternly. "No! This isn't about money." I had waited a month for this concert. I even set alarms in the middle of the night just to grab this seat. There was no way I'd give it up because of her.

My sharp hearing ability took in the several voices from chatters, discussion and laughter, my wolf eyes scanning every single soul in here. The VIP area was dimly lit, with a dance floor filled with exotic dancers and strippers, who were swaying to the music, their bodies glistening with sweat. They were all nude and being showered with cash by the VIP members, cheering them on. However, my eyes did not linger on the scene. I was interested in something else, someone else to be precise. I pulled out my cell phone from my pocket and tapped the screen, seeing a red dot indicating the location of my target.