Chapter 169 Service
- Music blared from the club and I wave at some of the girls as I made my way toward the door. The smell of leather and sex hits my nose as I pushed open the door. The lights are low and the room buzzes with excitement. On my left is the bar where we have Randy working alone for a few hours before the second bartender arrives. A large crystal cluster meant for decoration is what separates the bar area from the the first VIP room.
- The VIP rooms line the walls all the way down to the other side of the club. The walkway runs through the middle of the club, but it’s the wall that separates the entertainment area from the VIP rooms. On the right of the wall, there are tall black pillars that swirl up to the ceiling. A small chandelier dimly lights each seating area. In between the pillars there are half moon extra large comfy leather seats that have curtains for those who would like more privacy. Each seat is separated by a large pillar and the seats are all strategically placed around the stage, where the main events take place. The stage is the brightest area and as I look from one seating area to the next, there isn’t a single open seat. The doors open as another guest is permitted in and I spot a line before they close.
- As I walked up to the bar, Randy, the bartender gave me a head nod before he pulled out shot glasses and grabbed the bottle of vodka. He placed four glasses on the counter and I threw them back one by one after he poured them. Moans from the first VIP room reached my ears as I downed the fourth one. Turning towards the stage, I recognized the girls on their knees twerking and putting a show up front. The viewers were eating it up. One of the girls, Star, gets up to her feet and flips her hair over her shoulder to give the men a better view. She holds onto the pole for support, bends over, arches her back and twerks for the guys in the seat closest to her. Their curtain is drawn back and one of the men is leaning forward to get a better look. Her cheeks bounce and make circular motions as she looks over her shoulder and holds eye contact. The guy slides the bill of his hat back and his lips part while he stands, almost as if in a trance, with a handful of cash in one of his hands. He waves her over and she straightens her back before she starts walking over to him, her hips swaying seductively with each step. Her perky breasts bounce as she squats, her hands slide down her thighs as she gets down on her knees. Her eyes lock on the man as he watches her. He leans forward as she moves back with his movement, her breasts and belly offered to him. His eyes roam up her body as her hand slides up her torso and pinches her nipple. As a gasp falls from her lips, he leans forward and stuffs a handful of hundreds between her skin and her g-string. A lot of guys like Star, she’s like a siren, with her moves, but she refused to take on VIP clients. She says her body is meant to be shared, not hidden in the back room. She didn’t like cutting off her body supply and trusting in one person at a time, which I get. Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket and all that.