radicalducati OLD VISITOR
OLD VISITOR
The Grand VIP club was a place of opulence and luxury, renowned for attracting high-profile individual visitors. The entrance to this exclusive club was a tall, black door resembling the entrance to a castle, set into a high stone wall. Antonio’s bodyguard pushed the door open for him, and he stepped into the dimly lit, lavish space. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and brandy, and the walls were adorned with leather couches and thick rugs. A group of men stood around a table, their voices fluctuating in conversation as they watched a pole dancer seduce them with the allure of her body. Antonio recognized several of them as powerful businessmen and Mafia figures. Given the club's exclusivity, each person's presence was noticeable; there was no crowd, only a select few in society could afford such a venue. The walls were covered in rich, dark wood paneling, and the floor was marble. Chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. Tables were draped in crisp, white linen, and crystal glasses sparkled in the light. Waiters in black tuxedos bustled about, serving the club's elite clientele. Mexican music played softly in the background, providing the perfect setting for the hushed conversations that filled the air. It was a world of exclusivity and privilege, one that few could ever hope to be part of. For those who could afford the exorbitant membership fees, it was a realm of luxury and comfort. A waiter scurried by, bringing trays of expensive champagne and caviar to the tables. The diners were dressed in fine clothing, with jewels glittering on the fingers and around the necks of the Mafia bosses' female companions. It was a place where money was no object, and no expense was spared in providing the most exclusive experience possible—a pinnacle of luxury and sophistication. Antonio tried to remember the last time he had visited this place, but it wasn’t worth giving it much thought. Many years ago, a younger him with a more vulnerable state of mind frequented this club. He thought he had moved beyond that phase, but here he was. Antonio walked over to his exclusive table and sat down, his eyes sweeping the room while his personal bodyguard stood far behind him, never taking his eyes off Antonio. The strippers giggled and screamed happily upon seeing their favorite celebrity and customer back at the club. Their cheers were loud and apparent, making other men angry at Antonio for reasons best known to them. The strip dancers were the epitome of luxury at the exclusive VIP club. They were stunningly beautiful, with long legs and toned bodies, wearing very revealing outfits designed to showcase every curve and contour. Their makeup was flawless, and their hair was styled to perfection. They were said to be the most beautiful women from around the world, meeting the beauty standards of the noble men and billionaires who visited the club. No other club came close to having such beautiful strippers as the Grand Club. They were the fantasy that every man in the room desired, and their presence was the height of temptation. A waiter approached with Antonio’s usual choice of wine, his face beaming with smiles. “Welcome, Mr. Montero,” he said, bowing and filling Antonio’s glass to the brim before returning to his station. Antonio took the drink and downed it in one shot, his mind wandering until he couldn’t contain it anymore. “What is going on between those two?” A flashback of Angela and Damon’s eye contact, and Angela’s body language when Damon approached them. First, they walked to the flower garden, and now this. “I see a threesome; you would definitely like to share. The bitch must have thought that Damon had some kind of connection with her. Poor Freckles, she is interesting, very interesting.” He smirked. “Well, well, well, if this isn’t Antonio, our very own billionaire playboy!” A voice called out, interrupting his thoughts. Antonio turned to see a man he knew well, Carlos, a model and public figure whom he had known since middle school. “What brings you here? This is usually not your spot. It’s been ages since you visited the Grand Club. Let me guess, did you get your heart broken again? I thought we were stronger than that.” Carlos teased. “Shut up or I will make you.” “I guess someone is in a foul mood as always, huh? I just want to know the reason you suddenly decided to visit today.” “Bored, that’s the reason,” Antonio replied dryly. “You gotta be kidding me, bored? In the Montero mansion, you have a lot of women around, all colors and shapes. You can have any of them, what a shame.” Carlos said, settling into the chair opposite Antonio. “Unlike you, I have very high standards; I don’t associate with low-borns or servants,” Antonio replied. “Typical Montero behavior, I see. Poor girls, they must be waiting for you to call them into your chamber one day, longing for your touch and all that. Does that mean not even the blondes got a chance? I remember you said you would fuck me if I was a blonde like Nicholas.” He smirked. Antonio gave Carlos a piercing cold look, which was all he was after, and he got it. Carlos laughed, then caught the bartender’s eye and signaled for a drink. “A tequila, please.” In the next few minutes, both men were drinking silently until Carlos grew bored of it. He yawned exaggeratedly. “Seriously, why not call for some hot strippers to dance? This is boring, just you and your drink… what is going on, man?” Antonio said nothing. “You really know how to make one a fool, don’t you?” Carlos threw his head back on the chair and groaned in frustration. Raising his head, his gaze scanned the room, looking at the strippers' faces to make a choice. Then he spotted a new face across the room; her green eyes were fixed on him. She was ethereally beautiful, with long hair shining in the dim light. “Well, if you will excuse me, Mr. Moody Montero, I will get back to you,” he said and stood up.