have fun. That’s what the money is all about. I wouldn’t want to do this by myself.”
The sign ‘Betsy’s’ flickered on and off in the distance. It was certainly not a club that tried to hide away, and James liked that about it. When they got to the door, the doorman patted them up and down and then asked them to pay.
James took out the money and paid for all three of them and, just like that, they were let inside. The corridor was long and dark, with small lights on the floor leading the way. Right at the end there were two doors. The one said ‘Private’ and the other said ‘Club’ – so they opened the club door and walked inside.
“Well, this is more like it,” James said as they walked in. James had never seen so many beautiful women in his life. One very exotic-looking woman walked up to them and smiled. She was wearing tight jeans and a loose shirt that was see-through in the light.
“Come this way,” she said and led them to a table near the stage. They sat down, and she bent over so that they had full view of her breasts. “You’ve got one of the best seats in the house. Can I offer you a drink?”
They all grinned, their tongues completely tied, and nodded at her. James finally found his voice. “That would be great. Surprise us.”
James knew all too well that if he said she could surprise them, she would know that he was the type of guy with money. Drinks were always more expensive in a place like this, and he wanted her to know that it didn’t bother him in the slightest. He wasn’t sure why he cared so much, but he couldn’t help it.
He liked it when people saw that he had cash. Only five minutes later, four glasses of champagne were placed on the table, along with the rest of the bottle and another one. The bottles actually looked expensive. She grinned at him and then knelt down.
“Are you, by any chance, James Elton?” she whispered.
James grinned. What he loved even more than people seeing that he had money was people knowing who he was. “You’ve got me! But I’d prefer it if you kept that to yourself, if you don’t mind.
I have no problem with places like this, obviously, but my father is another story. He’d go crazy if he knew that I was here.” With that, James handed her a few notes and closed her hands around them. She smiled broadly at him.
“Well, thank you for that,” she said and put the money in the pocket of her jeans, “but you certainly didn’t have to. Trust me – this is the type of place where you can do anything and everything without anyone ever finding out. We have strict policies here. No cameras and no talking – those are the rules. But your secret is certainly safe with me.
And can I say, James – you are even better looking in real life.”
James grinned as she walked away. He took a sip of the champagne and toasted Marco and Tom who were so busy staring at the girls around them that they barely looked at him.
Suddenly, the lights went out, and they watched as some of the girls took to the stage. It was one of the most exhilarating things that James had ever seen. These girls were all absolutely beautiful, and they danced around the stage with ease. James had seen a lot of naked women in his life, but he’d never seen so many beautiful ones in front of him at once.
A lot of them were very exotic-looking, and he couldn’t stop looking at one girl in particular. She was African American, and her skin wasn’t just dark, but almost shiny. There was something about her that seemed different than the other girls, although James couldn’t quite place what that was.
She had a fierce determination about her and an unyielding sexiness that made him shiver. At one point in the night, he locked eyes with her and he felt himself getting excited.
Marco leaned over. “They’re amazing. I totally think you should go into one of the