Club Secrets: Club Secrets USA Book 1 Read Free

another.  
    “Your call,” Jen said to Mark.
    Mark shifted in his chair. “You’re only going to be home for a couple of weeks. I guess we could give you some time to fool around before you leave for med school.”  
    He took his wallet from his pants pocket and pulled out two fifty-dollar bills. “Here, Son. Here’s the money back that you spent joining our site. You’re going to need some cash for the club tonight.”
    Mark stood up. “David, let’s go into my office to talk. I want to give you a heads up about where you’re going so you know what to expect, because I doubt if you’ve ever been to a place like Club Secrets.

Chapter Three

    David waited impatiently in line outside Club Secrets. It was almost midnight. Someone, a bouncer-type, had come outside about five minutes before to announce the wait would be thirty minutes to an hour for single guys. Couples and single women could walk to the front of the line.
    Exasperated, David had called his father and spoke quietly into his cell, asking him to pull some strings.  
    The muscular bouncer who had appeared before showed up again. He was a big man, about six foot six and three hundred pounds of solid body mass. This time he ambled down the line of waiting men, checking out each face. He stopped in front of David.  
    “Are you David Hauser?”
    “Yeah, man.”
    “Come with me,” the bouncer growled.
    David was six feet tall and close to two hundred pounds. He worked out with weights and thought he had a muscular build until he walked behind this dude. He felt like a first grader following one of the big kids around the playground. Fortunately, it was a short walk to the entrance. Once inside the entry hallway, the bouncer pointed to another set of doors, and David was on his own again.
    He walked past the line of guys who were getting proofed for age at the inside entrance and stepped inside the club. David was glad his father had given him a heads up about what to expect. He clutched the bag with the bottle of Grey Goose he brought and walked up to the bar.  
    He tried to make eye contact with one of the bartenders, but they were all busy. David felt a strong hand gripping his shoulder, and he whirled around, fist clenched, ready to take the first swing if necessary.
    “Whoa, Partner, relax. I’m trying to give you a hand here.”  
    David looked into the familiar face of his father’s former partner, Dirk. He put his hand out. “Hey, sorry, man. But I just got back from Gainesville, and anyone who grabs you from behind in a bar there is usually looking for a fight.”
    Dirk shook his hand with a firm grip. “This is no college bar, David. Throwing a punch here will get you thrown out on your ass.” Dirk nodded to the well-placed security enforcers around the room, and David’s eyes followed the older man’s motions.
    “I didn’t come here to fight, Dirk,” he said, and held up his bottle of vodka. “Tell me, though, how do I get one of these clowns behind the bar to pay attention to me?”
    Dirk took the bag with the bottle. “Son, you’ve got a lot to learn. If you want to get a drink here, show some respect to our servers.” He motioned for one of the bartenders to come over.
    “Yes, sir. How can I help you?” the server asked.
    “Tom, this is David Hauser, Mark’s son. Please label his bottle and make sure his glass stays full while at the bar.”
    “Sure thing. Nice to meet you, David,” Tom said. He quickly labeled the bottle. “How do you like it?”
    “On the rocks with a twist. Thanks, Tom,” David said.  
    Dirk reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. He rolled a twenty off the top and stuffed it in the tips jar. Leaning in close to David, he whispered, “That’s how we say ‘thank you’ around here.”
    David took a big gulp of his drink. “Got it, Dirk.”  
    “I hear you’re itching to hook up with Andrea Whitney.”
    “Yeah, is she here yet?”
    “I haven’t seen her. Your best bet