Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I’m wearing a black, tight, strapless minidress and sky-high stilettos. My hair is in a high bouncy ponytail and I have my favorite red lipstick on.
“We’re not going to get in,” Thomas whispers as we get closer to the door. “It’s a private club, I don’t even know anyone who has ever been here. It’s a membership-only club.”
“We’re getting in,” Helene replies. “By hook or by crook.”
“What the hell does that even mean?” He frowns. “By hook or by crook?”
“You know, in an autograph book you used to write on the last page, by hook or by crook I’ll be last in this book.”
“That’s so dumb.” Thomas curls his lip. “Don’t tell anyone that story, okay?”
I giggle as we walk to the front door. “Three please.” I smile confidently.
The bouncer glances over our shoulder and nods, he unhooks the red rope.
“How much?” Thomas asks.
“Free tonight.”
I glance over my shoulder to see Philippe and Stefan walking up behind us.
They got us in.
“Oh my god,” Thomas whispers as we head up the stairs. “We’re in.”
“Only because of Philippe.” I roll my eyes. “Ugh, so annoying. Can’t we do anything by ourselves?”
“I’m not complaining.” He rubs his hands together as if he just won the lottery. We get to the top of the stairs and are stopped by a lady sitting behind a desk. “I’ll need identification and for you to sign here.”
“Sure.” We pass our licenses over and she scans them and then hands us an iPad. “Sign here.”
“What are we signing?” I ask.
“A nondisclosure agreement.”
What?
We stare at her, shocked. “Are you serious?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” she asks deadpan as she looks us up and down. “No signature, no entry. And just a warning, if you do break your NDA and share anything that you see in this club, you will be criminally charged to the full extent of the law.”
Jeez…. So dramatic.
We all glance at each other and then with a shrug, sign her stupid iPad and continue up the stairs. “Who does she think we’re going to tell anyway?”
At the top of the stairs we go through another checkpoint. “Identification please.”
This really is over the top.
We hand it over again and he reads the license numbers out to someone over a headpiece and then passes them back. “Have a good night.” He opens the large door and we walk in and stop on the spot.
“What. The. Actual. Fuck?”
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Thomas whispers wide-eyed.
“Holy fucking hell.” Helene’s eyes dart from place to place. “I don’t know where to look first.”
There are naked women covered in gold paint dancing on podiums.
Naked.
The barmen are all shirtless, women are dressed in black leather corsets and black lace panties and are carrying around silver trays with shots on them.
“Welcome.” One smiles, she has long red hair and is absolutely gorgeous, my eyes drop down her scantily dressed body, man…. She works out, hard.
“Can I offer you a shot?” she asks.
“Umm.” We glance at each other. “Sure.” We all take a shot of something clear and throw it back.
“Tequila.” I wince, we put the empty shot glasses back on the tray and she saunters off.
“How’s her ass.” Thomas smiles as his eyes linger on her.
“Tight,” I whisper.
Another woman arrives with a silver tray covered in white lines of powder. “A welcome treat.”
Cocaine…you can get cocaine as a welcome gift?
“What the fuck?” Helene squeaks.
“Don’t mind if I do.” Thomas smiles.
“That could be anything,” I whisper.
“That works because I’m up for anything.” He smirks.
I glance over to see a man getting a lap dance by a naked lady. “Is this a strip club?” I ask the cocaine dealer.
“This is an everything club.” She winks and walks away as we all stare after her.
I look to the other side of the club to see a man in a G-string giving a woman a lap dance. Her partner is sitting beside them watching while he smokes a cigar. The dancer leans in and kisses her and then leans in and kisses her husband.
“Fucking hell, is this a brothel?”
There’s a packed dance floor and a DJ box, the man dancing behind the DJ is naked and painted gold with a massive erection. It’s bouncing heavily around between his legs as he dances.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, the others follow my line of sight.
“Viagra, anyone?” Thomas whispers wide-eyed. “Now I have officially seen it all.”
“Don’t ruin our fantasies.” Helene slaps him on the thigh. “He doesn’t use Viagra, that’s all natural.”
“The women here…Fuck,” Thomas whispers. “Everyone is beautiful.”
“And the men, can we talk about the men?” Helene whispers back. “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“I’m getting a lap dance by the gold guy with the massive shlong,” I announce.
Thomas giggles. “I bet you don’t.”
“Oh my god,” Helene gasps as she looks up, once again we follow her gaze to see a large black cage suspended from the ceiling. In it, a gold-painted man is getting a head job from another gold-painted man on his knees, he’s wearing a gold-chained collar and leash.