Chapter Two: Sir, She's One Million Dollars

Richard looked at the letter and placed it beside the box to see what else was in it. He lifted the silk cloth and saw a black eye mask in the form of two wings and a phone lying on a bed of black velvet. He grabbed the phone, and the screen was lit on the ignition. "Call this number within 24 hours when you have decided on further information." Richard readout and saw that just one number was on the contact list.

Richard sighed and poured himself a glass of whiskey. This was crazy. Why would they invite him to that club? And what's so special about making it such a unique place? Richard had a lot on his mind. Still, he could sense that it had aroused his curiosity.

And who is Mr. Verlich?

Richard sipped the whisky on his way to his balcony and lit a cigarette. The lady said he shouldn't talk about it, and the letter said the same thing: Top-class, high-end. Richard was intrigued. But how would he know whether it was valid? It could also be a fraud.

Richard debated with himself throughout the evening while showering, grabbing a drink between some emails, and snacking in the kitchen. But it was an ambivalent decision. One side of him was curious and puzzled, yet one side of him felt that this might be an awful decision. The time was passing. He will need an answer by 9 pm tomorrow night.

Fortunately, it was Friday morning, and he had taken a day off, and he was disconnected from his job until noon on Monday.

Richard went to bed and turned briefly before falling into a light sleep. And he was soon awake in his bed for the first hours of the morning. After one hour of lying in bed trying to get back to sleep, Richard gave up and made a cup of coffee in the kitchen instead. He glanced at the clock above the door frame and sighed when the arrow passed five.

Three cups of coffee and ten cigarettes later, and the time was close to seven, an anxious Richard walked back and forth across the balcony in his white robe. But soon, Richard had made the decision.

The clock strikes nine in the evening, and a nervous Richard calls the number on the screen.

"Mr. Underhill. Have you made the decision?" A woman's voice answered on the other end. Richard cleared his throat, "Yes. I'm in."

"Excellent choice, Mr. Underhill. A message will be sent over to this phone with further instructions. Until next time."

The line went dead, and Richard placed the phone on the counter in the kitchen where he was standing. Soon the phone started flashing, and he grabbed it and opened the new message that was received; Best Richard Underhill, Please, read the contract placed outside your front door and sign it and bring it with you tomorrow night at 00;00.

Location; Hillstreet 234c, down the alley, right door. You will be greeted by one of the women inside and led into; Aphrodite.

Bring your golden card.

Dress code/Theme of the night; The devil in black disguise. 

(All-black suit and the eye mask on.)

More information will be given in place.

See you tomorrow, Ava.

Richard frowned and went out to the hallway to see what contract the message had meant.

And outside the door was a folder containing a 5 pages contract.

Richard sat on the living room sofa and read through the contract. Nothing stood out; it was a standard contract, primarily for his gain.

 

--------

Saturday Evening/Candice

Candice hurried through the building with heavy steps and soon found herself in the heart of Aphrodite.

There was excellent security to go through before you got inside, but it was worth it.

She's been working here for a year, and this has been a very well-paid and beneficial job since she had her own apartment in Manhattan. She could earn up to 100k every other month.

She was the highest-paid girl working at the moment, and many other girls were getting jealous, which was crazy since they were all gorgeous and made a lot of money themselves.

"Candice, baby, how are you?" Leonora asks as she passes by the bar.

"Hey, Leo! Well, what about you?" Candice said, a little stressed, and she nodded,

"Good, too, thank you. I can see you are in a hurry," Candice smiled, rushed past her, and soon entered the changing rooms.

 

"Hey, Candice! I heard there might be some new gentlemen tonight, FINALLY!" Aurora shouted and danced around the room. She was the only nice one out of all the girls. And she was dreamy with her golden hair and piercing blue eyes. Well-shaped body and nice and firm boobs.

The only natural in here except for herself.

The other girls rolled their eyes at her, but Candice just laughed and hugged her.

"Let's hope for some young studs, right ladies? Eye candy never hurt anyone." Fiona added, and everybody applauded.

Candice rolled her eyes on the inside since Fiona never left it at eye candy, and she was well known for going all the way with the men.

But Candice never had and never will. She made that clear before giving lap dances or accompanying anyone in private.

And it wasn't allowed to be physical either; Aphrodite is supposed to be about contact, connections, and temptations.

Being pushed to the verge of your fantasies without living them out to the fullest.

Leaving the men wanting more, drive them insane, so they keep coming back and spending their dollars.

That's why Candice was doing this, and she was protected by a contract that every member had to sign.

No physical contact or verbal abuse is allowed.

They pay for a fantasy we give them; it's all an act.

They were dancers with an erotic yet classy touch, and accompanying the gentleman while sipping on a beverage.

And Candice was good at doing it.

-------------

"Hey, Richie! Do you wanna grab a drink tonight?" Parker asks when Richard answers his call.

"Sorry, I have a date tonight," Richard lied since he couldn't discuss this secret gentleman's club.

"A date? Who's the lucky girl?" Parker asked with curiosity, "Oh, a girl from the building where I have my office," "Oh, nice! Tell me all about it in the morning, then!"

 

They hung up the call, and Richard looked at his reflection in the mirror. His black suit fitted him perfectly, and he had styled his short hair with a bit of gel to give it some shape.

He looked dazzling, if he may say so himself.

Richard grabbed his wallet, ensured he had everything he needed, and then grabbed the contract before heading to the waiting cab.

Thirty minutes later, Richard arrived at the location, and he tied the face mask on before entering through the alley door.

"Mr. Underhill. It is a lovely pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Ava; we spoke on the phone yesterday." Richard was taken off guard by the beautiful woman in front of him. She wore a long, revealing black dress with a high slit on the right set up in her nether region.

The dress had a low cut between her boobs and down to her belly button. Ava had short black hair in a bob cut, big pouty lips with red lipstick smeared all over them, and black high-winged eyeliner underneath a black eye mask with glistening black stones around her eyes. She was intimidating.

 

"Yes. Lovely to meet you too. You look amazing, by the way," Richard replies and straightens out his back, "Thank you, Mr. Underhill, you look handsome yourself. I will need the contract and your phone. I also require your gold car for the membership payment." Ava said, and Richard reached both parts.

 

"Thank you. Follow me, please." Ava requested, and Richard began to follow her through the hallways. They passed a few alarmed doors and then walked up a few stairs before reaching Aphrodite.

 

The interior was impressive and luxurious in gold and brown colors. Velvet padding on the walls in gold, and the floor was of some brown groundstone, polished neatly and shone under the dimmed spotlights and the golden chandeliers. The bars were in brown wood, and the counter shone with black granite. Luxury booths were placed along the wall with a silk curtain in red to hang privacy.

And the woman. Richard was blown away by the gorgeous women passing by and standing around with the male company.

 

"Follow me to the back so we can verify you and go over the last details," Richard follows Ava, and all eyes follow Richard as they pass by a few groups of people on the way.

"Then the transaction is done. Drinks are complimentary, and the lady's company costs per hour. You apply to me or anyone at the bar, and we will finalize the price.

However, the rules are as follows: no contact or verbal violence.

These are high-class women who are here for companionship and entertainment alone. You may ask for private dances from a specific woman. And the entertainment show is every hour, 01,02,03,04,05 in the grand saloon."

" Right. What kind of entertainment?" Richard asks; Ava smiles at him, "Dancing, singing. Whatever the lady feels like showing, let me introduce some of the other guests."

Ava inclined her head towards the door, and Richard followed her.

 

And then their eyes locked for the first time, and the world stopped for a moment.

Her foxy, lush green eyes sparkled underneath the chandelier, and her lips parted seductively before she gave him a devilish smile. Her black eye mask was lace and had diamonds covering the edges.

 

Richard began to see in tunnel vision when the woman winked at him as she passed by.

Her shoulder-length blonde, curly hair lightly stroked against his cheek, and he breathed in vanilla as it did, an expensive perfume that tingled his senses.

Richard turned and blushed when he watched her perfect hourglass silhouette with a dancing round bottom as she walked in her black stiletto heels. 

And since she knew he would see her leave, she quickly looked over her shoulder and smiled.

"Who is that?" Richard asks Ava, "Oh, it's Candice- And she's expensive,"

Richard felt the desire for this woman arousing. "How expensive?"

"That depends," Ava replies, "I want her for the whole night in a private setting."

Richard answered and had his eyes fixed on Candice as she stood at the bar and talked to the bartender,

"Sir, she's a million dollars per night in private," Richard smirks, "No, she's one in a million," and then reaches Ava, his gold card.