Vegas Vip Org Novels & Stories

Had been up all night tracing financial records. "I found something," she said, sitting down and opening her laptop. "Reaper's been receiving payments from a shell company called Desert Ventures LLC. The company is registered in Nevada." "Nevada MC?" "Looks like it. But here's where it gets interesting." She turned the screen toward me. "Desert Ventures has been making payments to other people too. Big payments. To someone inside the Iron Wolves." My stomach dropped. "Who?" "I can't tell yet. The accounts are buried. But someone in your father's club has been working with Reaper and Nevada. Someone high up with access to club finances."

She was the best ghost in the machine. Objective: Terminate Cyprian Hale. Executive VP of Logistics. Rogue Corpo. The client was anonymous, but the credits were real. Fifty thousand now, fifty on completion. Enough to buy her way out of the rust-belt slums of Sector 4 for good. The penthouse security grid flickered and died. Vespera disconnected. She stood up, her cybernetic legs boosting her jump as she cleared the gap between buildings, landing silently on the penthouse balcony.

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."

I walked over to Alyssa and told her that I am going to count the tips and I am going to call it a night and that she could have the rest of VIP once I cashed my customers out fast. So, I went to all my table that I had an apologized that I had been gone so long and that Alyssa was going to finish their nights but I needed to cash out what I had served them for and she would open the tabs again and when I finished with VIP I alone even though she was checking on tables made 23,000.00 and I made 11,000.00 in tips not counting what the guys gave me in the cage and what Mateo gave me in the room.

Carlos threw his head back on the chair, and groaned in frustration. Raising his head, his gaze went around the room, scanning the strippers faces to make a choice. Then he spotted a new face across the room, her green eyes were fixed on him, she was ethereally beautiful , her long hair was shining in the dim light. “Well if you will excuse me,Mr Moody Montero, I will get back to you”. He said and stood up. The Grand VIP club was a place of opulence and luxury. It was known for very high profile individual visitors.

But she didn't want to appear weak in her response. Jasmine seized the chance to chime in, "Premium VIPs are ranked according to their spending. If both VIPs desire the same bag, the higher-ranked VIP is prioritized to purchase the bag. It hasn't been long since you owned this card, has it? Have you spent anywhere close to one million dollars yet?" Jasmine's taunts rendered Luna speechless. Based on her recent spending, she probably spent only around a few hundred thousand dollars. She didn't have much allowance, after all.

It's an old Victorian mansion that only needs to be renovated to add modern touches to make the place livable and appealing to its elite clients. "Have you already found the perfect place to house the orgy?" Russell asked while sipping the whiskey in his hand. "Yes, boss. Here it is," Timothy handed the folder to his employer. Russell put his whisky down, opened the folder, and perused the photos of the Victorian mansion in a secluded location one-hour drive from the city. "We need the company lawyer to make a draft of the agreement that will be signed by every VIP member so that if they accidentally pass away during the orgy, the organizer won't be held accountable for their demise. This wa

“I have work tomorrow. Did you not hear me?” “Yeah, but I can get into to Club Destiny; I have a contact who can give me free drinks and omega women, and then we’ll see if they prefer a beta or alpha.” Charles answers. Goddamn Alphas and their weak pride. “Don’t worry, they will have smelling salts to sober up in the VVIP section.” “You mean VIP?” I ask, and he chuckles. “Betas really don’t know anything, do they? There is a section for Alphas only.”

ISABELLA'S POV It took Nicholas only one day to secure VIP access to Club Vertigo. They say money talks louder than words. Not really but in Club Vertigo, that saying couldn't be more accurate. A few million slapped on the table was all it took for Nicholas to be ranked as a VIP and for me to sneak in as one of the sex workers. Our identities were carefully concealed.

Gravesend—your ideal harbor…] Raina: “…” ‘What the hell! You’re a blood-soaked assassination syndicate—stop trying to sound so friendly!’ She massaged her brow and replied: [Information inquiry. What’s the price?] Customer Service 9527: [Dear esteemed guest, you are one of Gravesend’s top VIPs. Basic inquiries are free of charge, but classified information requires tier-based pricing.] 007 VIP: [Yesterday, someone placed a hit on a person named Raina Carrington. I want the details of the order—who placed it.]