It is an interesting place, with interesting people

The entrance to the VIP-area is easy to find. A huge door with the letter VIP painted on it.

“Sorry honey,” the bouncer says and checks you out interested, “only for VIPs. But if you want, you could keep me company.”

“Gaia sent me to see Jamie,” you say and hope you are not making a fool out of yourself, “but I appreciate the offer.”

“So you are the sister of … of our well known regular customer. That’s a shame. It really is. Well, you can enter.”

The bouncer opens the door and you enter an area, that is much quieter and brighter than the club. Seven areas with a tables and comfy looking couches build the main area. There also is another bar that serves even more expensive drinks than the bar in the main club. Two closed doors lead to other rooms. Over one is a sign that says: Playgrounds. The other door has only a small sign. It says: Employees only. You assume it leads to the kitchen, offices and changing rooms.

Six tables are currently occupied with people who wear very expensive looking suits, dresses or elegant clothes from designer brands. On top of two tables are woman who do some kind of erotic table dance. One wears a fox mask and a bikini in the same color as a fox fur. The other one has a normal black eye-mask and a also black slip. Her breasts are exposed and some hundred-dollar notes stuck in her slip.

You can see your brother on the biggest table at the other side of the room. He almost lays on the couch like a roman senator. A woman in her late 20th kneels next to him, serves wine and allows him to caress her cheek. Jamie sits next to him with a serious look. He seems to worry about something. You quickly head over to them and manage to avoid the hand of another guest, who reached for you ass. When you arrive, you brother barely notices you. He is obviously drunk. And probably high. But Jamie smiles when you appear and offers you a seat next to him.

“Impressive,” you mumble and get comfy, “what did you gave him to make him that drunk?”

“A very strong brandy,” Jamie answers proud, “I've gotten a license to brew my own and serve the stuff to my toughest or most difficult guests. The guy is away from the window for now. How do you like the club so far?”

You spend the next ten minutes telling Jamie everything that has happened since you arrived. Sometimes he asks you something, smiles or looks uncomfortable, but despite this, he just listens. Something other jerks in area would never consider an option. One time he orders two drinks from a waitress who walks by.

“… so, in general, you have a really interesting club here,” you end your “I can’t tell for sure if this is a bad thing or a good thing. But compared to other places of the town I have seen by now, it is definitely one of the best locations.”

“I’m glad you don’t hate it,” Jamie says and takes a sip from his drink, “I know you are not from here. And for a new person, especially a woman, this town can make a very bad first impression. But with some time, I ‘m sure you will learn to enjoy the simple pleasures of life you can have here. William … well, he was everything but interested in talking about you. And after the third strong drink, he may have changed his mind, but he only complained about you. I must say, you fascinate me. I would really like to know more about you.”

“I must say, you are fascination too,” you reply, “I will be honest, when I heard you are a friend of my brother, I rather expected another creep who can't keep his hands from any womans butt. You are much more plesant. How does it come you are friends with a guy like William?”

“Yes, you are not the first one who is curious about this,” Jamie says and smiles slightly, “to be honest, my relationship with your brother is rather businesslike. He may see this different or don’t understand it, but being friends with him is good for business. We know each other since middle school. Both of our parents are rich and most rich people know each other. If rich parents only let their children play with kids from other rich parents, it is almost impossible to avoid getting in contact with people who got their money with illegal businesses. I mean not only tax fraud or businessmen who fuck the new intern on their private yacht. I talk about people who run businesses that could bring them to jail for a lifetime.”

“Like our dad, I assume,” you reply and nod, “So, are you telling me that you spend time with my brother because you want to become a crime lord one day?”

“Oh, no, that’s not for me,” Jamie replies and laughs a little, “I would be terrible in this. But I have been in your family’s mansion a lot of times. And while we sat on the pool and William gave his best to be a pig towards the newest servant girl, I listened to your fathers talks. With his business partners. I learned a lot. From who I get the best stuff, who to bribe, how to ensure loyalty among my guys and where to find people who can help in case of trouble. I even had some interesting talks with him. He was very happy to talk with me about business. I guess he hoped I would be some kind of influence for William. Well, in the end I was not. But I buy most of my **** and all **** from your fathers’ henchmen. And I get the good stuff.”

“You serve **** in your club?” you ask and are surprised how less this surprises you, “well, I guess I could have assumed.”

“It’s only party ****, not the hardcore stuff,” Jamie says as if this would make any difference, “and I have some rules. No **** or drinks from outside from example. My guys control how much everybody gets. And whoever buys this shit takes it himself. No resale and no knockout drops. I don’t want to get my customers addicted and I protect my female customers. I don’t want my club to become another shithole with junkies and perverts who fight over the last few sluts who are stupid enough to enter.”

“You are aware that every **** makes addicted, even comparatively harmless party ****, right?” you reply sceptic, “however, why do I even care? But what I don’t understand, why are putting so much work in this club at all? You said you are from a very rich family too. Why not taking over family business? Or letting someone else take care of daily business. The rich kids I know are usually laying around like a bag of potatoes and let their parents pay for everything?”

“Well, that’s indeed a good question,” Jamie says and his smile tells you, that he just waited for you to ask this, “of course, I could spend my young adult days lying by my parents' pool, downing cocktail after cocktail, and ogling scantily clad girls whose names I've long since forgotten. Just like my big brother does, and your brother too. And if this club should fail someday, I’m most likely going to do exactly this. But then it would still be my parent’s pool and my parent’s money. Some people can live absolutely fine with the thought, that their ancestors did all the work and they never have to move a finger. But I want something that is really mine and I can be proud of. I want my club to be the best location in the entire city. I don’t want to be an overpaid department leader in my family’s business like all of my uncles and cousins. This club will be my legacy.”

“What the fuck …?” your brother suddenly gasps and almost falls from the couch, “where the hell are you coming from?”

Both you Jamie, and the woman look at him surprised. It seems he has just noticed you are here.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” William asks again and stands up, which is not very easy for somebody as drunk as him, “who the hell let you in? Jamie fire the asshole who let the gutter trash enter this area! God, you are ruining my life you stupid virgin! Thanks to you and your worthless mother my dad wants me to go back to University. I fucking hate studying. And I hate you.”

“First, I’m not a virgin,” you reply calm at first, but then out of sudden, you push your brother forcefully to the ground, “second, if you ever talk bad about my mother again, I will hurt you very much and bury you alive in the garden. Understood?”

“You know what, fuck this,” William growls and makes an pathetic attempt to get up, “Jamie, if you want to get in her pants, feel free to free me from her. Take her stupid pussy and fuck her a baby. Make her part of your family if you want. I give a shit. You, slut, you come with me! I need to blow off some steam.”

“Please don’t talk this way with Sara,” Jamie replies with a clear hint of impatience, “I told you that my girls are no whore. They decide by themselves how far they are willing to go with any customer.”

“Why in god’s name are you always so protective of these whores?” your brother complains, “is it because you want them all for yourself?”

“It’s fine, boss,” the girl called Sara interrupts carefully, “I can go with him. I can deal with such clients.”

Jamie reaches for Sara’s hand and pulls her a little closer and begins to whisper, so your brother can’t hear him. You can understand every word, but it seems Jamie doesn’t consider you a threat in this.

“Sara, you did a great job so far,” Jamie whispers carefully, “the customers love you and I trust your judgement. But William is a very rough case. The other girls must have told you some stories. Are you sure you are up to it?”

“In this condition he is no problem,” Sara mumbles confident, “sober or aggressive it would be different.”

“Good luck,” Jamie says before turning to your brother, “it’s alright buddy, she is a good girl and will do what you tell her.”

You watch your brother and Sara leave. In his point of view, he probably drags her behind. Strong and demanding. But in reality, Sara has sometimes to help him walk straight and in the right direction. While he walks, you hear him mumble something about a >White-Knight-Pussylicker<. You and Jamie stay behind in silence.

“Well, I guess, that killed the mood,” Jamie mumbles a little embarrassed, “I’m sorry. I thought the strong **** would be enough to keep him out for some time.”

“It’s not your fault,” you mumble, “he is just too used to **** already. Still, I feel pity for poor Sara.”

After another moment of silence, you suddenly feel a hand on your thigh. Jamie shows some initiative and massages you a little. He is gentle, but also quiet bold to touch you so close to your crotch without asking.

“You know, the night is still young,” Jamie mumbles suggestive, “I could still show you around, if you want.”