Gabby leaned on the bar that curved into the barely lit room. Her black hair lying over one shoulder of her sequinned dress as a dimpled grin planted on her face. She loved the view of club Voluntas Tua from here. Seeing all these people wearing masquerade masks sipping wine as they chilled for service, gave her pride. She hadn't thought in a lifetime investing in such a business would yield fruits.
Everyone was proper in their high-end suits and attire. She couldn't expect less, they were all rich. And rich people yearned for sexual release, a break from their miserable arranged marriages and relationships, and so they always came here for her excellent and confidential services. All her clients registered with an alias thus the masquerade masks.
Some people thought Voluntas Tua was a bordello, but Gabby didn't see it that way. This was where two people with no knowledge of each other came to give each other pleasure, an arranged one-night stand. Of course, she still had her backup staff too, some clients needed someone well trained, with much experience. Just like her biggest client billionaire Liam Chase, alias Vintage.
It had been a while since he last came. It was in every magazine, Liam was in a relationship with socialite Meredith Ewan. It wouldn't last, they all didn't last, he was going to come back, and put so much money into it and her business would flourish more.
The tinkle of glass on glass as the Evan mixed cocktail was lost under music notes. Gabby melted in the soft rock music, muted colors of the bottles, and the glitters that found every spark of light.
A tap on her shoulder brought her out of her trance. Gabby turned in her stool to face, Emma, one of her girls.
"You have a call in your office, " she shouted in the midst of the noise, "Vintage is on the line." A smile formed on Gabby's mouth. She had been right as always, he was back.
"Thank you, darling, " Gabby caressed the redhead's arm as she got up.
"Can I ask for a favor Gabby?" Emma said as they entered the private sector, where her office and sex rooms were located. The noise died as soon as the door closed behind them.
"Anything Darling. "
"Can I have Vintage this time?"
"Sure, " Gabby was in a good mood, he could give any favor right now. And besides, Emma was one of her best. Emma squealed before turning to go back.
Walking further in the black-walled corridor, past several paintwork coated doors, Gabby reached her office. The office was painted grey, and it had only one window, which faced the main road. On the grey table, were stacks of papers under a turtle-shaped paperweight, notebook, a laptop, and the office phone. Gabby picked the phone and Vintage was still on the line.
"I'm surprised you called. Your assistant always does this job."
There was distant chatter on the other side of but Gabby had no doubt Liam heard her. She heard a 'thank you' and then Liam was all hers."I do have a special request today, and I didn't want to bother my assistant with the information."
"What can I do for you darling?" her voice was seductive.
"I need your services. Tomorrow. But I do not need the VIP service. I want the regular, I want to be with someone who doesn't know who I am. I'm tired of women pleasuring me because I'm Liam Chase."
"But my girls are so efficient," she was going to give them a piece of her for failing her VIP client. This was going to bring her major losses.
"That's the problem Gabby. They know what I expect. They react where expected. I want some real fuck."
"What about the money?" Everything came down to the money.
"Damn woman, you are going to suck me dry. I'll pay as usual."
No losses, that was fine. "I'll match you with someone right away."