Page 1 of Bully

Chapter 1 – Tamen

“Goodevening,Mr.Duke.”The front desk attendant greeted me with a smooth, practiced purr as I walked through the doors, the scent of polished wood and expensive perfume filling the air. Her name was Cherry, or Strawberry, maybe even one of the other berries. Christ, the place needed an upgrade, starting with the girls’ names.

She was a damn wonderful hostess; I should have known her name for as many times as I visited The Vixen’s Den the last few weeks. Even so, I was drawing blanks.

“Evening.” I replied, glancing around the open lounge to see how busy it was for a Thursday night. Impressively, the lounge was busy, but a better incentive could have drawn far more customers.

Something I would change right away as the new owner.

The best part about my frequent visits to the establishment was nobody had a bloody clue who I was. Everyone believed I was just a rich prick who showed up multiple times a week to get his jollies off. Even women I had hired through the Velvet Cage before it burned to the ground with Damon Kirst’s messy death didn’t catch me as they mingled with customers at their new place of employment.

Damon had it coming. Really, I was a little upset that I wasn’t the one to kill him though. He was a fucking pig who deserved everything he got, and if the situation had been different, I might have even begged Maddox to make it last longer or let me in on the fun. Regardless, his death had a significant impact on the business due to the void it created in the sex market that I planned to capitalize on.

Enter the private sale of Boston’s only exclusive sex club, turning it from The Vixen’s Den to—literally anything else. That name was dreadful. The potential inside of Vixen’s was outstanding, but poor management and even worse ownership left it subpar, and desperately in need of a change.

And I was just the man to get the job done and make the club incredibly profitable. It would keep me in the states longer than I had ever desired to be, but there were other things around to keep me happy here once work slowed down.

“Which desires are you hoping to fulfill tonight, Mr. Duke?” Apricot asked.

Maybe her name was Apple?

“A massage.” I replied, noting the way the next customer entered behind me, lurking and waiting for his turn to order his girl for the night like we were at a fast-food counter. It was a low-class procedure, and in desperate need of a change.

“Ooh, fantastic choice.” Peach cheered excitedly, like she gave a damn about how I emptied my balls tonight. It was almost believable, though, which made her perfect for the job. The name Peach wasn’t right though, for the perky little blonde, maybe Plum? “On the screen is the list of available dates for the evening.” She nodded to the tablet screen facing me and I scrolled through, contemplating who I was going to fuck for the night like I was choosing a meal, and settled on a blue-eyed blonde with tits bigger than my face. Those would be fun to play with for the night. “Perfect,” Dragon fruit smiled brightly, “You’ve been assigned to room forty.” She leaned forward and stage whispered, “It’s our most requested room.” Before leaning back behind the counter, “Valentina will join you in a few minutes. Enjoy your evening Mr. Duke.”

“I plan to.” I nodded and moved away so the next chap could order his meal. As I stepped further into the bar area, I overhead the man behind me greet the hostess.

“Good evening, Honey.” He said, and I rolled my eyes.

Damn, I waswayoff.

Leaving the sweet treat hostess behind and moving through the lounge, I watched men and women interacting across the floor. Most of the customers were men, but I recognized a few women as buyers as they mingled and flirted with various available girls. Mingling in the lounge was one of the most common ways for customers to book girls in any club, but the Den lacked something vital.

Order takers.

The working girls were in charge of attracting customers in the lounge if they weren’t already booked for a private session, but then they needed to take care of the business side of the deal themselves at the front desk.

Pushing pause on the event to pay and take care of paperwork killed the vibe. It took the high out of the hunt for the customer.

Making it another item on the short list to change when I took over.

When The Vixen’s Den re-opened in a few weeks under its new owner, there would be hostesses walking around the floor with tablets in hand, ready to swipe a card or apply a charge to an account so the girls could take their customers back to handle the only business they had any interest in for the night without disruption.

Hardly any of the current customers, laughing and chatting over drinks this evening, would likely be present for the reopening. They wouldn’t be able to afford the membership, let alone the booking fees.

The only clients I was interested in hosting had deep pockets and strong connections across many platforms.

Random Johns off the street could hire a girl from the corner if they so pleased, but my club would be too elite for the same transactions occurring tonight. This would be the last night that The Vixen’s Den would be operating, as it had been for the last decade.

The next time the open sign was switched on, the women would make triple what they did before.

As would I.

Room number forty was underwhelming, to be honest. But compared to the other rooms I had rented; I could see why it was highly requested.

Champagne colored fabric covered the walls, and the lights were low and warm, creating the ambiance of elegance. In the center of the room lay a massage table, fit with matching champagne-colored sheets and an array of lotions and oils on a rolling stand.

My shoulders nearly screamed, just eyeing up the paraphernalia as I pulled my tie loose. I really hoped Valentina would be as good with her hands as she looked, because I had some tension to break through in my back before I released it into her body.

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