Page 45 of Spice and Revenge

The crowd paves the way for me as I move to the front. When I finally see the person on the stage, I chuckle. No wonder everyone is excited. Marco, aka the owner of the club, is getting a fucking lap dance in front of everyone. When he spots me from the stage, he looks a bit shocked to see me, then the motherfucker winks.

Minutes later, an MC takes the stage as the dance comes to an end.

“I never thought I would see you here today,” Marco says as he jumps down from the stage.

“I’m a frequent customer,” I huff as he slaps my shoulder.

“I know, but seeing as you were so against the black box idea, I thought you wouldn’t show up.”

I frown. “You’re launching it today?”

“Of course,” Marco says, looking at me like I’ve gone crazy. “I informed you two nights ago, after our meeting.”

Of course, he did. My mind has been shit, lately. I can’t even remember the details of my conversations.

“You’ve been out of it lately,” Marco comments, slinging a hand over my shoulder as he leads me towards the VIP elevator.

“I wanted to stay down here for a bit,” I say, turning back to look at the stage.

Up to ten men are sitting on the stage now, their hands tied behind them, while naked girls kneel between their legs and give them blowjobs.

I scoff, taking in the display. “Is this part of your amazing idea of additional activities?”

Marco remains silent for a beat. When I turn to look at him, I see him shaking his head.

“You are genuinely out of it,” he chuckles to himself. “I’ve never seen you interested in what happens on the ground floor.”

“I’ve heard enough of Giovanni’s insults masked as concern. I’m not interested in hearing them from you too,” I growl, which earns me a laugh from Marco.

“Noted. And to answer your question,” a gleam appears in his eyes, “yes. I added a few games to spice things up in the club…”

A loud, shaky moan bursts out in the air, making us turn to look at the stage. One of the men, red-faced and teary-eyed, seems to have ejaculated into his stripper’s mouth. A mixture of laughter and groans is heard amongst the crowd.

“These men you see all paid serious money to participate in this game,” Marco starts explaining. “The game is called, The Last Man Standing.”

“Let me guess, the person who lasts the longest without coming wins,” I say and Marco chuckles.

“Exactly. This is just the first round though. I selected fifty men, so there are about five rounds. The winners at the end of each round will all compete for the final crown.”

“And what does the ultimate winner get?”

“One-month free VIP membership,” Marco smirks. “Each of these men paid half of the VIP membership fee. I make a shit ton of money, one man goes home happy, and the rest try their luck next time.”

“Next time?”

“Did you think I would do this only once?” Marco laughs as we approach the elevator. “On the last Friday of every month, the game will be played to determine the winner for the following month.”

I shake my head as we enter the elevator. I can’t deny, it’s a very smart idea. We ride to the top floor, and the elevator slips open, leading to the exclusive area.

The VIP area is bathed in a softer glow, with plush seating arrangements and small, private alcoves. The air carries an air of sophistication and exclusivity, with round tables arranged across the floor. Just like the ground floor, the VIP area is also more crowded than usual, with each table occupied by eager guests. A stage has been set up, and I see different colors of large boxes arranged in a line.

“Take a seat,” Marco murmurs, dusting his suit jacket. “The show is about to begin.”

As he walks away, a call girl leads reserved for me at the front of the room.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” Giovanni smirks as I sit beside him.

“Well, here I am.”

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