Private rooms & VIP

We walk pass a hallway filled with curtains and coves of chairs. Most empty. One definitely occupied. I see a blonde on her knees giving the patron a “hum” job. Or more. At this angle I can’t tell. The patron seems to be in bliss. Probably more.

Hostess: “These semi-private rooms are for private dance. There’s a per trip room fee of $10.”

The hostess walks to the end of the hall. She doesn’t even try to lead me into one of these rooms. I open the glass doors with golden engraved letters saying “VIP”.

I admire the blonde’s gorgeous ass once more as she walks pass me.

SMACK

I land a much harder slap on the amazing ass. Her ass becomes red from the sting. The hostess turns around she grips my shirt. Pulls me close to her face.

Hostess: “Honey, touching my ass is $500.”

I take out my “petty” money.

Hostess: "Each time. You. Touch. You own me $1000 grand so far."

Hand her a roll.

Surprisingly, well not really, Kate is very good with money. She invested a portion of my money allowing it to grow at a steady and average 5% per day. She also takes out .1% of my earning as “petty” money. Knowing how I spend in strip clubs, Kate provided me a wallet with $100,000 cash and 50 rolls with $1000 per roll.

The hostess counts the roll. It’s filled with ten crisp hundred dollar bills. Her scold become a pleasant smile.

Hostess: “This is the VIP rooms. But we an area setup just for private parties.”

Ignoring the empty sofas dimly lit couches with poles, she walks to the glass elevator, press the recall button.

DING

The glass door opens. I put my right hand out to hold the elevator door. The hostess walk into the elevator. She pauses. She sees my right hand. My middle finger and thumb are sticking out. On each is a roll.

Me: “Assume the position.”

I watch as the hostess takes the two rolls from my fingers. She walk straight to the back of the elevator. She sets her glass of Johnny Walker down on the fake marble shelf molding. Her hands press against the mirror back wall. Her fine, fine, fine ass sticks out. The redness has faded.

I walk in. Gulp down the rest of my Johnny Walker and set my glass next to hers.

DING

The elevator door closes.