For some reasons, you would like that

“I’m surprised to say this, but I would love too,” you answer and nod, “but don’t get any funny ideas! I have not forgotten with whom you grew up.”

“It is a shame I have to live with,” Jamie replies elegant and gets up, “follow me, my dear!”

Jamie leads the way. At first, he brings you to the bar where he orders you a new drink. A rainbow-colored drink made of different fruit juices and some ****. You are not sure how many you already had, but you don’t feel too drunk yet.

“Jamal is my VIP-bartender,” Jamie introduces you to the bartender, “he is a genius when it comes to drinks. Most creations on the card are his work. But don’t get your hopes up, he is gay.”

“That's why my family disinherited me,” Jamal adds in a slight Arabic accent, “this disgusting conservative bunch of horse shit. Good that you are tolerant, boss.”

“Yes, and it ensures that he doesn’t steal the girl’s attention from me,” Jamie says, “still no cursing in the VIP-area, Jamal. Well, let’s go to the next stop!”

Jamie leads you to a big door with a sign that says Employees only. You saw the door before. However, Jamie is the owner and just opens it and lets you in. behind the door is a floor with three doors. One on the left side, two on the right side.

“Dressing room and storage room on the right, kitchen on the left.”, Jamie explains proud, “the storage is not interesting at all, and the dressing room is … not interesting for you. Are you hungry?”

“A little,” you admit, “It has been a while since my last meal. Are you serving food here too?”

“Oh, yes, that’s a minor part of the business, but still very important,” Jamie answers and opens the kitchen door, “the snacks at the bar in the main club are for free, but some of the guests at the tables or in the VIP-area order some special snacks or even whole meals. In the main club it is mostly premium burgers and small pizza pieces. However, the VIPs order often the more expensive and fancier looking stuff. Just to prove themselves they are better than the normal people down on the dance floor.”

The kitchen is impressive. It is a little smaller than the kitchen in your father’s mansion. There is a single cook who prepares some small sandwiches

“Hello boss,” the cook greets Jamie and looks at you, “do we have a new employer? You normally don’t bring your girls here.”

“Ashley is the sister of a close friend,” Jamie says polite, “Ashley, this is Terry. He is the cook. Officially I say he is a three star cook and makes the VIP-food only with high quality ingrediencies. But in truth, he is just a very good educated cook who makes food with no-name ingrediencies. None of these idiots in the VIP area was ever smart enough to find this out. What are you making right now, Terry?”

“Dessert glasses and small sandwiches,” Terry answers and shows you his work, “they are half as big but three times as expensive as normal sandwiches.”

“Can I have a dessert glass too?” you ask, “they look good.”

“Chocolate or vanilla?” Terry asks, “doesn’t matter, to be honest. Just take one. I made more than enough.”

“That’s good to hear,” Jamie says, “don’t bother with the money, you are my guest.”

You nod grateful and take a vanilla dessert glass. It’s a small glass filled with layers of crushed cookies and vanilla cream with a single berry on top for decoration. It is nice and really simple, but you don’t want to know how much the guests have to pay for such a small dessert.

“And now, I will show you my favorite place,” Jamie tells you and smiles, “I’ve saved the best for last.”

Jamie leads you straight through the VIP-area. He gets greetings from several VIPs and you get interested looks. A few people look jealous. Even some girls who hoped for a chance to get the host for themselves. But at least nobody tries to grab your ass. Probably because you under Jamie’s protection now.

Jamie stops in front of the door with the big >Playgrounds<-sign. A tall woman in a leather dress with a huge neckline greets Jamie and tells him, room three is ready at the moment. Jamie nods and the woman seems relieved. You wonder why. Jamie seems not to be the kind of guy who treats his employees bad because of some meaningless trifles. Or perhaps it is because of your brother, who you assume in another room.

Behind the door is a long, dark corridor. Unlike the club, who is full of neon lights, glass and futuristic forms, this floor rather looks like a dungeon floor in a medieval castle. Six black doors with large numbers from one to six are on the sides. The VIP-area was already quiet, but this part of the building seems to be soundproof. Still, you hear muffled moans from behind the first door.

Jamie is surprising quiet while he heads to door number three. There is no key, but a card scanner. Jamie presents a card and the door unlocks.

The room behind is impressive. Not huge but still as big as your new bedroom. A large bed is in the middle and on the walls are shelves with sex toys. There also is a bondage cross at the side. The whole room looks like a BDSM dungeon. Well, at least this explains Jamie’s intentions. But you must admit, he put much more effort in getting you in bed like most other men you met in the last few days. And he seems to be not done yet. While you stay there and look around, you suddenly feel his hands reaching around your upper body and caressing your belly. You don’t know why, but it doesn’t feel like groping. Much more careful and gentler.

“You maybe wonder why, I showed you such boring stull like a bar and a kitchen,” Jamie whispers and his hands wander up to you breasts, “well, it was to show everyone that you are mine. At least for the night. This club with every beauty and necessary background work, is my world. A world I want to share with you. If you want.”

“So, you want me to replace William,” you purr smiling, “I understand you. His tits are not nearly as desirable as mine. But don’t you think starting anything with me could upset him. You take a big risk.”

“Maybe I think you are worth the risk,” Jamie replies and chuckles a little, “and maybe I just don’t care what he thinks. I need only one of you to keep connection to your family. And If I have the choice, I always would prefer the option that includes a pussy. But don’t get me wrong, you are still the most interesting person I had in my club for a long time. The question is, what do you think about my world? Is it a world you want to dive in? Let yourself fall and be enchanted. I will take good care of you.”