Chapter 8 THE CLUB
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Chapter 8 THE CLUBOf course I declined Aziel's offer.
He s trying his luck, wanting to make the most of a single opportunity. In order not to make my rejection seem harsh, I gave him a dry kiss on the lips as compensation. If only you could see him beaming, like when you surprise a child with a toffee. Just pathetic.
Now driving to my bungalow on the edge of town, I plan to take a rejuvenating sauna followed by a hot tub splash, and go to a nightclub later in the evening. I don't have any friends, so I go on my own as usual, never had a problem with that. My garage door zooms open, and my Bugatti's powerful engine drives me inside. I pack my things and unlock my front door.
Once inside, the lights come on automatically and my house is plunged into an attractive twilight. This is the greatest idea the architect came up with for this bungalow, when he presented this feature to me in the design of the house I was moderately enthusiastic. I don't like to step into a dark house, but I couldn't have imagined at the time that the lighting model could be so great. Every time I come here I enjoy it again and again.
With a happy sigh I go to my spacious bedroom, change and run naked to the sauna in the bathroom. Again a great feature. I enjoy it to the fullest, after that spend half an hour reading in the Jacuzzi. When I m done, I walk to the heater that dries me off and then grab a towel to wrap myself.
Somewhere in the room I hear my phone ring, but I just don't have time for that now. I stand in front of the mirror, admiring my slim waist and full hips, my C-cup breasts with brown n*****s. I look down and notice it's time for a shave between my legs. After fixing that, I throw myself on the bed for a short nap.
A few hours later I wake up and when I look at the time on my phone I see that I slept longer than planned. I throw off the cover and notice that my room door is half open. Strange, I never leave it open for security reasons. I get up and sneak to the door, slowly open it further and poke my head around the corner. Everything is quiet, nothing has been turned upside down.
Tiptoeing into the kitchen, I see a mug in the sink. It wasn t there last night, I m so sure of that.
When I get closer, I see it's Danner's cup. He brought a pair for Valentine's Day with our names on them. I look around and see indeed a shoe print on the doormat.
Danner's been here.
He alone has access to my house, can pass the security, although he rarely visits me here. My policy is that I do my escapades outdoors, in open spaces. Again I make a mental note that I really need to limit this man's privileges it's really too much right now.
It's almost midnight when I leave the house. I know some good twenty-four-seven clubs in the area. I choose my Mercedes-Benz S-Class this time, I want to arrive in style to also get the best service.
Everywhere I go I want special treatment. I love being treated like a queen.
No queuing for me, no ordering at the bar, and no searching for a free table.
And usually I get that too, my expensive clothes and car loosen all restrictions.
That is the power of money.
When I arrive at the club, the valet driver is already pushing to park my car. Another one gallantly takes my hand and leads me through the VIP entrance. "How would you like to sit, my lady? In a public area or a VIP lounge, alone or with others?", he asks. "VIP with others, but only at a table. If I can easily reach the dance floor, that's okay".
He nods and we continue into the club, pass chilling groups until we arrive at an open lounge. Several groups are chilling, but he takes me to a high round table with two stools. That's exactly what I had in mind, I thank him kindly and tip him a fifty-note. He takes it with a big smile, makes a slight bow and leaves.
I look over the dancing crowd, everyone seems to be having fun.
This club is drug-free and visitors are scanned for weapons and sharp objects. With this in mind I can relax and lower my guard. I leave my bag on the table and make my way to the dance floor. The music isn't pounding loud, just enough to enjoy it.
While swinging on the Caribbean rap, I feel a hand coming around my waist and when I turn around I see a handsome blond guy smiling at me as he makes all kinds of funny dance moves. He seems harmless and friendly. I decide to go along with his silent invitation and we dance the night away.
Never before have I had such fun, this unknown guy is exactly what I needed to relax. We don't exchange a word, we just dance and laugh at each other. Seems like he just needs that too.
When it's time to leave, he presses his business card in my hand. I don't read it, I just want to keep him anonymous, not take him into the real world. He escorts me to the door of the club, kisses my forehead and waves at me. The young man who had escorted me earlier sees me and rushes to get my car. After a thank you, I jump happily in my car and drive away singing to the song from my CD.
Once home, I take a quick shower and jump naked between my warm blankets, into a deep sleep. The club seems like a beautiful dream…
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