Vegas Vip Org Novels & Stories

Could it be that he felt inferior and left in secret? As she pondered this, Chloe felt relieved. Just as she was about to get back to work, she caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of her eye. It was that young man! No wonder she did not see him just now. He had already made his way to the VIP room's entrance, and the hall's columns had obscured his silhouette. The VIP room was reserved for high-status clients with a minimum balance of $30,000,000! Given that Logan didn't even have a card, letting him in would only result in the account manager's reprimanding.

Vegas was officially declared neutral ground thirteen years into Luna Lilac’s rule. Still, those wolves interested in bigger ventures had managed to weasel their way in. I had it under good authority that a werewolf owned ARIA, a casino resort on the Vegas strip. I avoided that one on purpose. They likely had wolves on their staff, and we didn’t want any catching our scents. “Hard enough having this many Alphas involved,” Ziva muttered. “Last thing we need is more.” Knight, to say the least, was the most upbeat about the entire thing, but it was likely due to the cocktail of drugs he’d taken prior to boarding the jet.

“Something like that. This room is a lot, isn’t it?” “Ethan Vance,” he introduced himself, extending his hand. “I’m a partner with the Vance Foundation. We sometimes work with the Lancaster Group.” I shook his hand. His touch was warm and brief. Comfortable. Not the sudden, shocking heat of Damien’s touch. “Sophia Carter,” I replied, intentionally using my maiden name, not the name that felt like a chain around my neck. He smiled, looking pleased. “Sophia Carter. I like the sound of that. And you’re correct, this room is exhausting. Too much polish, not enough truth.”

The strip club looked very mammoth in size, and also very intricately designed. "Yeah, he used to be a gigolo to some wealthy heiress who willed all her properties to him when she died and he had various Investors as well, you know he's a sweet talker. I mean, he talked me into investing a hundred million into this place," Vegas chuckled as he slurped his glass of iced whiskey. I just nodded silently as we waited for the auction to begin. "What auction exactly is this again?" I asked Vegas after a while, and he shrugged as he leaned into me and whispered, "A virginity auction,"

She smiled evilly. Those two idiots have not realized that she also tricked them. Experience was the best teacher and they won’t believe what was coming in their way Immediately she picked up her phone and dialed a number “Is this North City Bank?” she asked “Yes…how may I help you, Miss Morgan. You are our biggest client and anything that you wished for will be provided for you “the customer care agent was nice to her. of course, she was the biggest client in the North city bank. She was responsible for three major accounts and they were all advised to treat her as one of their VIIP.

I smirked, my voice drowned by the bass from the speakers. I scanned the room, searching for my contact. Near the back of the VIP area, seated in a booth behind a massive stone pillar, was Murphy. He nursed a glass of dark liquid, looking like just another wealthy guest. But Murphy was the head of VIP relations at Luxe Noir, and was the only reason I could get past the inner circle.

She slammed her hand on the table and declared we were going out. "Come on, I'm taking you to Pegasus. I'm buying out the VIP room and every hot guy in it for you tonight." Pegasus was the most expensive male strip club on the Upper East Side. The moment I sat on the couch, seven or eight beefcakes in leather pants surrounded us. Oiled pecs, fake smiles, and cloying cologne. "Champagne, ladies?" "Back off." "Wanna dance, gorgeous?" "I said back off."

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

If word about it got out to the public, the casino would be done for. So, he tried to convince Charlie, “Look, my guy. I’m not going to lie to you. We serve mainly customers with high net worth, unlike the casinos run by other gangs where just about anyone could enter. This is mainly to provide a comfortable and quiet atmosphere for them.” Gopher then added in a flattering manner, “You came all the way here from such a far place. You’re not only Stephanie’s relative, but you’re also a compatriot from Oskia. That makes you a VIP. I’ll personally serve you tonight and ensure that you have a good time here!”