Chapter 45 Silver Club
Ian
The moment the elevator doors slid shut, the waiter pressed the button for the third-to-last floor, and the elevator began its smooth descent.
I realized the club was divided into three distinct levels, and I couldn’t help wondering what secrets the lowest two floors held.
When the doors opened again, the waiter stepped out first, motioning for me to follow. I did.
Stepping into this unfamiliar world, I swallowed hard and trailed behind him.
“Since you’re a new member, sir, we’ve reserved a special area for you,” he said calmly.
As we moved deeper inside, my eyes darted around, taking everything in. We soon reached another door flanked by two stone-faced guards. The waiter opened it, and a wall of pounding music crashed over me.
I followed him through, and the sight made me freeze mid-step.
The room throbbed with sound—women danced on platforms, some in delicate lingerie, others wearing nothing at all. Men crowded around them, tossing handfuls of cash into the air, laughing, drinking, feasting.
I barely noticed the waiter turn back to me.
“Would you prefer to stay discreet, sir?” he asked.
“Yes—low-key,” I answered quickly.
He handed me a sleek black mask. I slipped it on without hesitation. The last thing I needed was a business associate spotting me here.
We wove through the chaos until we reached a quieter corridor. He stopped and turned to me again.
“Men or women?” he asked simply.
I blinked. “Sorry?”
“Are you interested in men or women?” he repeated, patiently.
“Women,” I said without pause.
He gave a single nod and opened a door marked with an elegant “Women” sign.
Beyond it stretched a long hallway lined with closed doors on both sides. I stayed close behind him, still half in disbelief that I was actually here. The air was thick with the scent of sex, expensive liquor, and overpowering perfume.
We stopped at one of the doors. He knocked twice.
A blonde opened it almost immediately, wearing only a tiny pair of panties. Her bare breasts caught the soft red light, and she’d pulled her hair into a high, playful ponytail. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips.
She gave a little shimmy, making her chest sway, and I felt my throat tighten.
Focus, Ian. You’re here for Pattie. Information. Nothing else.
“Who’s this handsome gentleman?” she purred, hips rolling as she spoke.
The waiter answered smoothly, “A new guest. Please take good care of him.”
Before I could find words, she hooked a finger through my tie and tugged lightly. “Well then… welcome, sir,” she said, voice dripping with invitation.
Maybe I could allow myself a little distraction—just enough to blend in—while I searched for Pattie.
I let a small, careful smile touch my lips.
The waiter turned to leave, and the blonde pulled me inside by my tie, the door clicking shut behind us.
Once the door clicked shut behind us, I drew in a slow, steady breath, my gaze sweeping the dimly lit room.
“There are no cameras here, sir,” she murmured, sliding her arms around my neck, her body pressing close. “You’re completely safe. I’m only here to give you pleasure.”
Her lips hovered inches from mine, warm and inviting.
My cock had been straining since the moment I stepped into that main room and saw those women dancing. Now it throbbed painfully, threatening to burst through the fabric of my trousers.
“I’m… looking for someone,” I managed to force out.
Her playful expression vanished instantly, replaced by something harder, cooler. “I’m sorry, sir. We don’t do that here.”
The seductive mask slipped, just for a second.
“It’s not what you think,” I said quickly, keeping my tone polite, careful not to sound like some cop or private eye.
“I’m just trying to find a woman who works here.”
She arched a perfectly shaped brow.
“Her name is Pattie. Pattie Paul.”
The instant the name left my lips, surprise flashed across her face—then she laughed softly, a low, knowing sound.
“You mean Pattie?” Her mouth curved into a slow, wicked smile. “If you wanted to see her, sir, you should’ve gone straight to the Diamond Club.”
My eyes widened.
“Pattie is one of the most expensive girls in the entire organization,” she continued, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Men practically fight over her. They say her sex drive is… unmatched.”
My stomach dropped.
Could it really be the same Pattie? No. It couldn’t.
“How many Pattie Pauls are there in this place?” I asked, voice tighter than I intended.
She raised one manicured finger. “Just one.”
She leaned in even closer, her breath brushing my ear. “And that’s not even the best part. She’s also the boss’s absolute favorite.”
My fists clenched at my sides so hard my knuckles ached.
She noticed my hardened expression, and her smile turned predatory.
“Why don’t we stop talking about Pattie,” she purred, fingers trailing down my chest, “and get down to business, sir? I’m dying to be fucked.”
I needed more answers, but the way she’d pivoted so quickly told me she wasn’t going to give up anything else tonight. Fine. I could come back—again and again—until I pried every detail about Pattie out of someone in this place.
I still couldn’t wrap my head around it: Pattie, a high-end escort? The boss’s favorite? The thought burned, but right now it could wait.
My time and money weren’t going to waste today. Not a chance.
My hand shot to the blonde’s ass, fingers digging in hard. She let out a triumphant little laugh, eyes gleaming.
“That’s what I’m talking about, sir,” she purred, pressing herself closer. “Please… fuck me. I’m already so wet for you.”
She tilted her face up, and I crashed my mouth against hers—hard, hungry, no gentleness left.
One hand slid up to her bare breast, squeezing firmly, rolling the nipple between my fingers. Since Pattie left, I hadn’t touched anyone. Now all that pent-up need, all that rage and adrenaline, came roaring out at once.
I walked her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed. When I broke the kiss, I shoved her down.
She landed with a soft, surprised gasp, then propped herself up on her elbows, tongue gliding slowly across her swollen lips. Legs spread wide, panties pushed to the side, she offered herself completely.
“Right here, sir,” she whispered, voice thick with want. “It’s been waiting so patiently for you.”
A dark, bitter smile curled my lips.
I was going to fuck her until she couldn’t think straight—until she begged me to stop. Every ounce of pain, every shard of betrayal I’d carried since Pattie walked out, I’d pour straight into her. Into that eager, dripping cunt.
She had no idea what she’d just invited in.