Welcome to the Paradise

You follow your brother to the front door. The Paradise seems to be very popular. About 30 people wait outside and are blocked by two bouncers. Most of the people are guys between your age and 40. There are only one or two older guys. And you see a single woman in the crowd. She is currently busy ignoring the flirting of the guys around.

It seems that most girls are let in without waiting. Right in front of you, another girl enters the club obviously very excited. You are a little speechless by her choice of clothing. Your brother told you, that most of the girls in this club are dressed very revealing. But this girl has nothing you would even call a dress. Instead she wears what looks like a net of soft fabric with a solid spot every now and then. Her nipples and pussy are covered, but that’s all. Well, at least your brother enjoys the view.

You would normally go into the row of waiting people right now, but your brother walks directly to the bouncers. One of them is about to stop him, but the other one gives him a sign that he should let William through. You assume they know him from former visits. But you are not sure if this is something good. However, while your brother enters the club unbothered, you get much more suspicious looks.

“She is with me,” your brother mumbles and sounds annoyed for some reason, “my … half-sister. She has the same protection I have.”

“I understand,” one of the bouncers mumbles and checks you out, “sorry to bother you, miss. We were not informed. The boss will probably want to see you. He waits at the usual spot.”

William says nothing and enters the club. You follow him. Immediately you are greeted by loud music, colorful lights and a lot of people who dance drink and socialize. The Paradise is impressive. A large area with neon lights everywhere, a dance floor, a long bar with three bartenders and several tables without chairs. There is a second, or rather a balcony, from which more people can look down. There also is a door that leads to the VIP-area.

The club is crammed full of party-loving people. Most are on the dance floor or at the bar. In addition to the guests, there are also cellars. Mostly young women in elegant uniforms. Not a bit slutty, as you would have expected in a club that your brother likes to visit.

Your brother makes his way to the bar and walks directly to a guy in a white suit, that glows funny in the neon light. The guy is likely two or three years older than you. He is built average, but you can see that he visits the fitness studio regularly. His hair is short and he smiles friendly while talking to the guests around him. He is not bad looking at all. You expected worse from a friend of William.

“Jamie, looking good as always,” William and Jamie gives him a buddy handshake, “how’s business?”

“Not bad at all, I can pay everybody and from the rest I can improve my account,” Jamie says friendly but you get the feeling he is annoyed by the question, “glad you made it. As always. I have your VIP-bracelet in my office. Come on, buddy. It’s quieter there.”

Your brother nods and Jamie leads the way. You walk behind the boys, but after a few moments Jamie suddenly stops and blocks your way. He seems to just have noticed you.

“No hard feelings, honey, but this is a private conversation,” Jamie says and sounds still friendly, “but you look great. If you want, I would enjoy it when we could talk later. How about I find you at the dance floor later?”

“Oh, she is with me, Jamie,” your brother mumbles a little uncomfortable again, “I brought her in. I hope that’s fine.”

“With you?” Jamie asks surprised, “of course I don’t mind. Every beautiful face is welcome in the Paradise. But since when are you bringing girls in my club. Normally you rather leave with them.”

“She … she is my sister,” William mumbles uncomfortable, “well, half-sister to be precise. Dad asked me to take her with me.”

“You have a sister?” Jamie asks even more surprised, “since when? Why have I never met her when I was at your home?”

“I was raised by my mother in another town,” you answer “our father took me in after … well he took me in yesterday.”

“I see,” Jamie says and nods, “well I must admit, you are an interesting person. And I’m glad you decided to join us tonight. If you want, we can show you around. I created this club on my own and there are many interesting places I would like to show you.”

“Is this really necessary,” William asks annoyed, “I already spend enough of my weekend with this cuckoo child. If you want to pick her up, feel free to do so. I don’t care. But please later when I’m drunk. I want to forget about her fat ass. The only thing worth mentioning on her.”

“Well, I see you guys are working out some sibling tension,” Jamie says and you see he is amused, “if you want, I can get you a separate room or …”

“If you want to drown you pathetic existence in **** and slutty girls, feel free to do so,” you hiss and ignore Jamie at first, “the more time I spend with you, the more I learn to appreciate the time I haven’t known about you. And by the way, did you just call me a cuckoo child? You are aware that you are the illegitimate child in this family, right? Jamie, if you want, I can come to the VIP-area later. Get this idiot something that kills his last remaining brain cells. Shouldn’t be much work. Do I get a bracelet too?”

“Tell the bouncer Gaia sent you to me,” Jamie says and smirks, “looking at you, most people would even believe this. You really are a pearl, if you allow the compliment.”

“Who is Gaia?” William asks interested, “one of your girls? Is she hot?”

“Well, about 6000 degrees at the core, if I remember correctly,” Jamie jokes but you can hear a hint of frustration in his voice, “Gaia is a Greek goddess. The personification of the earth itself. Some people would say she is mother earth.”

“Urg, save me this nerd shit,” William replies annoyed, “I need a drink and tits. Do you join me in the VIP-area, friend?”

“I have to take care about the customers from time to time, but until than I would love to spend some time with you, William. And I really want to hear more about what is going on at your home. Ashley, my dear, I hope we meet later again.”