Late in the night, at Oprah Club, a club meant only for the elite in the society.
Waiters moved around with trays of expensive drinks. Strippers walked freely across the room, some caressing the chests of wealthy old men, some bending down to suck their old members, others were the ones being pleasured and moaning out loudly without shame.
The loud music blasting from the speakers made it impossible to clearly hear the mix of moans and laughter filling the air.
At the bar, a group of ladies, clearly sex workers, stood watching everything unfold. They were dressed in revealing clothes, expensive ones, the kind that screamed luxury and desire.
"Low clients these days," one of them said with disdain. "Those pretty girls have stolen these men from us."
The others sighed in agreement.
Just then, the manager walked toward them, a beautiful lady following behind him. She was dressed in something even more expensive… and far more revealing.
"This is Paloma," the manager said. "She'll be working with us, in your department as from today. You girls can show her th..."
He suddenly stopped.
His eyes shifted toward the entrance.
Three young men had just walked in, tall, muscular, and undeniably handsome.
But his focus stayed on the one in the middle.
"Mr. Lucian!"
The manager panicked slightly and hurried toward them.
"So… Paloma, it is," the first lady said with a wicked sneer. Jealousy flickered in her eyes at Paloma's beauty.
Paloma nodded politely.
"Nice to meet you all."
She didn't even notice the dirty look she was being given.
Her attention had already shifted.
She turned toward where the manager had run to, and noticed something.
The entire club was staring.
Even the women beside her.
But most of that attention was on one man.
The one in the middle.
He was impossible to ignore.
He looked like a carved greek god, every feature sharp, perfect, dangerously attractive.
Maybe if I approach him… I could have him in my hands.
The greedy thought crossed her mind, bold and tempting.
"Seems like they're popular here," Paloma said casually she wanted to know more about him, seems like he was a known big shot here
"Especially the one in the middle?"
"That man," the second lady replied, "is Lucian Ashford. The biggest and richest businessman in this city. Every woman's dream…"
She paused slightly.
"But too bad we can't add him to our clients."
"Why?" Paloma asked, confused, glancing between them.
The ladies exchanged looks, sneers mixed with something darker.
At that moment, the manager could be seen from afar, signaling them.
He raised his one finger… his right hand second finger.
A clear sign.
The two ladies stiffened they already understood what he meant.
"I think the manager is referring to one of you," Paloma said.
"You see, actually Lucian Ashford is not that gent..." the second lady began, but she was quickly cut off.
"Actually," the first lady interrupted smoothly, "the manager means you."
She smiled sweetly.
"You see, Mr. Lucian doesn't like ugly sex workers like us. You're more his type."
Her smile widened.
"See I just found you a great client on your first day. Congratulations!"
Before Paloma could react, she was pushed forward.
The first lady picked up a glass of wine and took a slow sip, watching with interest.
Paloma adjusted herself… then began to walk.
A confident, seductive catwalk toward Lucian Ashford and the two men seated with him.
"Why did you lie to her like that?" the third lady whispered. "You know how dangerous Mr. Lucian can be."
"If I didn't," the first lady replied calmly, "then one of us would have been the victim tonight."
She continued sipping her wine, eyes fixed on the scene.
Lucian had loosened the buttons of his shirt, revealing part of his broad chest. He sat comfortably on the sofa, legs crossed, a tobacco stick between his fingers as he smoked.
From afar, the first lady watched as Paloma approached him
Then slowly lowered herself, crawling closer, her hands sliding over his chest in a seductive way.
Within minutes...
They were gone.
Heading straight into the VIP suite.