Vegas Vip Org Novels & Stories

“Congratulations, ma’am. That’s quite a streak you’ve got there.” I couldn’t help but smile as he reached beneath the table and produced a small black box. “As the standout player at this table, it’s my pleasure to present you with this.” He opened the box, revealing a sleek, metallic VIP card embossed with gold lettering. “This is a lifetime VIP card for the exclusive Azure Springs Resort,” the dealer explained. “It’s renowned for its luxury, privacy, and unparalleled services. Consider it an invitation to escape into opulence whenever you wish.”

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.

He shrugged and led me up the stairs. “This is the VIP area,” he explained. “Higher shelf liquor, private entertainment, and there’s gambling on this level. Roulette, blackjack, and poker. No slots. The gambling is all with credits. As far as the government knows, no actual money is exchanged.” “How do the VIP clients obtain the credits?” Armando smiled. “Yeah, there is that.” “And I suppose they cash them out.” “Funny how that works.”

Bars littered the walls with plush purple seating and circled booths scattered the VIP area that Jason and I headed to. "Fuck, it's packed!" Jason whined like a moody child as we walked through hoards of people to the VIP section. Were servers dressed skimpily with glowing trays of drinks, carrying empty bottles and glasses back to the bar while others rushed to serve in whatever way V's VIP members desired! Nothing was off limits at V's; you could purchase an hour with a waitress or dancer just as you could purchase a row of shot glasses filled with sambuca. And I intended to enjoy the evenings and all V's had to offer; if the pussy didn't help me forget Aurora, the top-shelf whiskey would.

- Let us talk. - Yes ma'am. - She said. - I will cut to the chase. - The woman said. - If you refuse, you will not have any problems. - She said. Then, she started talking. - I have a group of six VIP vampires who are frequent customers, they are looking for a fixed partner in the establishment so that they could have fun, being exclusive to them, they are willing to pay for three years in a row, they pay in advance with a commission. - The woman said.

“Well, I would be more than happy to give you a private show in my room honey. Right this way.” She grabbed his sweaty hand and led him through the crowded room. It was nine a.m. on a Sunday morning, in fact the church several floors below would begin its service soon, but up in this club it was whatever hour folks wanted it to be. And they worshiped whomever they wanted. The party was still going strong and would likely continue to go so for several more hours. The VIPS choosing to participate were invited to an orgy at noon, with a ratio estimated to be five Page or Goddesses per client. And the final event for the regulars was free body shots at noon from a tasty variety of club personnel

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?

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?"

This is an event that comes every three years where every skater from all organizations in Chicago gets to find sponsors by mingling and interacting and gets to meet other stakers outside their team. “Ah, Ahvi. We've expecting you!” Xenia approaches us, a glass of wine held between her fingers and a man in suit with her. They reach us. “I will like to introduce you to Mr. Vegas, he runs a media and broadcasting company and will like to work with you,” “Hello, Miss Ahvi, I've heard and seen a lot about you. My three daughters are huge fans of yours, shame they aren't here,” Mr Vegas extends his hands toward me for a handshake and I shake it with a smile.

The organizers normally kept a low profile and avoided trouble, but since this was being taken personally, they had to speak up. “All invited guests are treated the same. To prevent people from placing fake bids that disrupt others, every bidder pays a deposit. For regular seats, the deposit is ten million; for VIP seats, it’s one hundred million. But simply paying the deposit isn’t enough to get a VIP seat. You also have to…” The host deliberately built suspense, pausing dramatically and sweeping his gaze across the crowd before settling meaningfully on Esther’s VIP seat. “And you have to…” “What?!” “Host, tell us! We’re dying to know!” ***