It's a warm, summer night when a silver Aston Martin parks in front of a white, plain looking building located somewhere downtown. If it wasn't for the unusual mix of expensive cars parked on a specially constructed parking lot, nobody would even suspect a thing about this place.

Damn. He thinks to himself with slight amusement, looking at the white facade as he reaches towards the glove compartment, pulling A small, rectangular envelope with his name printed all over it. He clutches the paper in his hand, as he feels his heart pumping in his chest.

He's excited. After two years of constant work, rebuilding his family company, expanding it and opening it to an international market, taking absolutely no breaks at all... he deserves it. Hard work took two years of his life and now while being twenty=eight years old, his plan was to retake at least the small amount of his time.

And there was no better way to do that, than here. The place didn't have a name - despite being really popular, the owner - mysterious Madame Cara - wanted this place to have the least recognition as possible. This place was a strip club that was proud of wanting to serve only a small, elite group of people. The entry to the club required having a specially printed invitation that cost a lot of money.

However, as much as everything was indeed expensive... it was also worth it. Only the most gorgeous girls with perfect bodies got hired after a long, draining and complicated qualification process. Those girls were there for all the men - whenever you needed simply some company, a private show... as long as you put your money on the counter, you definitely had the attention.

He pats the inner pocket of his blazer for the sixth time, making sure that the contents of it are still there - twenty=five thousand dollars in hundred dollar bills should be more than enough to guarantee him a night full of fun and debauchery. He wants this outing to be special, he wants to go all in.

Letting out another deep sigh, he leaves his car, making his way confidently towards the building. He wasn't intimidated by the pair of dangerously looking, heavy muscled guards that eyed him up for a total of one second, spotted the invitation in his hand and moved to the side to let him in.

Upon entering, the first thing he registered was the fragrance of feminine perfume that attacked his nostrils. It was a strong and heavy scent that was forcing itself on him. But somehow, it wasn't a bad thing. It brought a delightfully naughty promise that felt like it was whispered to him sensually into his ear.

One look around the place was enough to make him grin. Dozens if not hundreds of men scattered across the entire room - some of them content with chatting with each other and being accompanied by the women that worked here, others... others using their time to the fullest.

A petite, completely naked blonde dares to send him a seductive grin to the complete anger and disapproval of a middle-aged businessman who's lap she's been grinding against. He scowls and pinches both of her hard nipples brutally, making her squeal but still managing to gain back her full attention.

A faint moan reaches his ears. It doesn't take him long to locate the private section covered with heavy, maroon covers that separated the section from the rest of the club. He only grins to himself at the thoughts and fantasies about what happens there.

He liked this place. It was everything he hoped it would be and at the same time, it was much more. Sodomy at it's finest. In comparison to the outside world, this place was different. Magical. This was definitely the place where all thoughts and fantasies came true.

After a couple of moments where he stands rather awkwardly near the entrance, he moves wondering where he should go, where should he start.

Maybe he should join the loud, a half drunk crowd gathered near the center stage where a drop-dead gorgeous girl was swaying her body to the rhythm of the music, teasing the viewers, making their blood boil?

Or maybe he should sit in the lounge, by one of the tables that patrolled by at least a dozen of girls, who waited for their potential customers with the attitude and grace of an animal that waited on their prey?

Maybe he should sit by the bar, get some alcohol into his system, loosen up completely? Chatting up the bartender would be a nice idea... wait there are two of them? And they look almost identical?

Or maybe he should go all in from the start and go to the private rooms? Get a girl or two alone for an incredible show and - maybe - convince them to do something else? Something... more?

Decisions, decisions...