They talk in the VIP room

Against the plush velvet couch in the VIP lounge, Peter's chest heaved, his body still buzzing from the intensity of Ilona's devoted attention. Intimacy thickened the room now, soft jazz underscoring heavy breaths and the faint rustle of fabric as bodies shifted. From her knees, Ilona rose slowly, platinum waves tousled, red lipstick smeared across full lips in a satisfied, chaotic gloss that mirrored the marks left on him. Lips licked deliberately, her eyes locked on Peter without wavering as fingers adjusted the purple blouse, lacy white bra peeking out provocatively.

"Ay, Papi, that was something," Val purred from Peter’s side, her youthful curves pressing against him while a finger trailed down his chest, gold bangles clinking softly. A teasing curl twisted her lips as glances darted first toward Ilona, then toward Mami lounging on Peter's other side, ample form draping possessively over him with one hand resting on his thigh. "Our new asaltacunas knows how to please. What do you say, Mami? Should we keep her around for more fun, or take this party somewhere else?"

A rich, throaty chuckle escaped Mami, vibrating through Peter as dark waves ofh er hair brushed against his shoulder during her lean-in to nip at the earlobe. "Mmm, why rush, mi amor? This room is ours for now—private, perfect. But look at her," a nod directed toward Ilona, thick thighs shifting under the tight black skirt while massive breasts heaved with each uneven breath. "She's starving for more of our Papi. What do you want next, cougar? Tell us—use that pretty mouth of yours."

Briefly, Ilona’s smoky eyes flicked toward Mami and Val in a nod, the subtle tilt of her head revealing faint lines at the corners that spoke of years lived fully, before focus snapped back to Peter as voice dropped into a husky purr.

"Oh, my love, anything you desire. I could model more for you—strip down right here, show off these curves in something lacy and tight. Or... we could all play together. I'm yours to command, but I'd kill to feel you again, deep and hard."

She sauntered nearer, heels clicking softly on the polished floor, one manicured hand gliding to the silver snake necklace where fingers twisted the chain in slow, teasing coils that tugged every eye toward her cleavage, the air growing heavier, walls pressing in as breaths quickened and space contracted around her magnetic presence.

Under the weight of their stares, shoulders hunched as Peter's fingers fumbled with the zipper on jeans, sweat beading along forehead while breaths came shallow and ragged, a fog of recent release clouding thoughts amid knots twisting tight in the gut. Weight pressed heavy in one pocket, the remote's hard outline digging into thigh like a insistent prod, flashing memories of changes spiralling wild.

"Wait... this place," a mutter slipped out, gaze darting over gilded mirrors and racks heavy with lace and silk. "Is it a franchise store, or does it have a local owner?"

Ilona's head tilted just enough to catch the light on her red lips, where a knowing smile curved slowly as she sauntered to the mini bar, champagne pouring into a fresh glass with deliberate grace, hips swaying in subtle invitation.

"Local owner, my love," the reply came smooth, voice wrapping like velvet over steel while eyes remained locked on him, hunger radiating without a blink. "She's hands-on—designs some of the pieces herself, keeps this spot exclusive. Why do you ask? Thinking of... acquiring something more?"

Possibilities flickered like sparks in Peter's racing thoughts, Val and Mami's hands roaming with teasing brushes once again sending shivers across skin. "Where is she? The owner."

With a sip of champagne, Ilona leaned against the bar, arms crossing to lift massive cleavage higher, dim light catching the gleam in eyes that scanned the room as if daring onlookers to linger. "Oh, she's nearby—can come quickly if I call. But if you want her here, joining us... you'll have to wait half an hour in this VIP room. She's wrapping up a meeting downtown, but for special guests like you, she'd drop everything." The glass clinked down on the surface, gaze sharpening on Peter.

“Shall I call her?” Ilona asked sweetly.