Sir, She's One Million Dollars

Richard looked at the letter in his hands, and he placed it beside the box to see what else was in it. He lifted up 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 made your decision for further information." Richard readout and saw that there was just one number on the contact list.

Richard sighed and poured himself a glass of whiskey. This was crazy, right? 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 on 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 taking a shower and grab a drink in between some emails and snacking in the kitchen. But it was an ambivalent decision. One side of him was very curious and puzzled, yet one side of him felt that this might be a very bad decision. The time was passing. He will need an answer by 9 pm tomorrow night.

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

Richard went to bed and found himself turning for a while before he fell into a light sleep. And he was soon awake in his bed for the first hours of the morning. Richard gave up after spending one hour lying in bed trying to get back to sleep 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, and 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 called 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 he opened the new message that was received; Best Richard Underhill, Please, read the contract that is 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 lead 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 messaged had meant.

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

Richard sat down on the sofa in the living room and read through the contract. Nothing stood out, it was a standard contract mostly to his own gain.

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Saturday Evening/Candice

I hurried through the building with heavy steps and soon found myself in the heart of the building; Aphrodite.

There was a great deal of security to go through before you got inside, but it was worth it.

I've been working here for a year, and this has been a very well-paid and beneficial job since I had my own apartment in Manhattan in a private residence. And I earned up to 100k every other month.

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

"Candice, baby, how are you?" Leonora asks as I passed by the bar.

"Hey, Leo! Well, what about you?" I said a little stressed, and she nodded, "Good, too, thank you. I can see you are in a hurry," I smiled and rushed past her and was soon in the changing rooms.

"Hey, Candice! I heard there might be some new gentlemen's tonight, FINALLY!" Aurora shouted and danced around the room. She was the only nice one out of all the girls. And she was dreaming with her golden hair and piercing blue eyes. Well-shaped body and nice and firm boobs. The only natural in here except for myself. The other girls rolled their eyes at her, but I just laughed and gave her a hug.

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

I just rolled my 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 I never had, and never will. I made my position quite clear before giving private dances or accompanying anyone.

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 to the fullest.

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

That's why I am doing this, and I am protected by a contract that every member has to sign.

No physical contact or verbal abuse is allowed.

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

I am a dancer with an erotic, yet classy touch, and I am a lady while accompanying the gentleman while sipping on a beverage.

And I am good at doing it and my paycheck agrees.

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"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 wasn't allowed to talk about 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, made sure he had everything he needed and then grabbed the contract before heading down to the waiting cab.

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

"Mr. Underhill. It is a lovely pleasure to meet you finally. 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 herself had short black hair in a bob cut, big pouty lips with red lipstick smeared all over them, and a 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 her 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 they reached; 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, polish neatly and shone under the dimmed spotlights and the golden chandeliers. The bars were in brown wood, and the counter shone of 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 companies.

"Follow me to the back so we can verify you and go over the last details," Richard follows Ava, and all eyes followed Richard as they passed 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 who works 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, come on, let me introduce some of the other guests."

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

And then their eyes locked, 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 of 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 stroke against his cheek, and he breathed in a scent of vanilla as it did, and it was an expensive scent that tingled his senses. Richard turned and blushed as he notices 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 nodded with a smile. "Who is this?" Richard asks Ava, "Oh, it's Candice- And she's expensive,"

Richard felt the desire for this woman arouse, "How expensive?"

"That depends," Ava replies, "I want her 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 hour in private," Richard smiles, "No, she's one in a million," and then reaches Ava his gold card.