As we drove through the Vegas strip, I was starting to see why Steve came here so much. My eyes darted around trying to take in as much as possible. The bright lights created an ambience like I was in a fantasyland. So far, the mystique of Las Vegas was living up to the hype.
"We're here," Steve proudly announced, as we pulled up to the Tiger Room Gentlemen's Club.
"You're going to love it here, Trevor, just you wait. The women here are the best," Steve exclaimed. "And they will do something strange for a little change, if you know what I mean."
Inside the gentlemen's club, it was everything I imagined. Scantily clad women were hoisted in the air on giant swings, women in cages, women on stage, and of course, a room full of drunken perverted men. I wasn't sure how many of them were actually gentlemen, but I was there too, so I was not in a position to pass judgment.
Steve said something to the hostess, and an exchange took place. He turned around and winked. Instantly, we were led to our private booth. Steve whispered something else into the hostess' ear and then she left. I generally liked to be in control of the situation, but I was not complaining. I was happy to just sit back and let Steve do his thing. This was his world and he was in his element. A few minutes later, a server returned with a tray of eight overflowing shot glasses. She unloaded them onto the table so we each had two apiece. We all took one and raised it in the air.
"To the good life!" Steve yelled out over the loud music. We each put a glass to our lips and quickly tilted our heads back.
"Come on guys, we got one more, let's do this."
We all grabbed our second shots and followed Steve's instructions. By this time, we were all thoroughly wasted.
"So where are the women, Steve?" Jeremy called out.
Steve didn't say anything; he just gave me a sinister smile, like a mastermind who was watching his elaborate plan unfold. Just then, two beautiful exotic women came over. By my guess, they appeared to be of Russian descent. They brought a couple of their friends as well. Steve leaned across the table and asked me, "Will they do?"
I quickly evaluated the women who were being presented to me, as if I was a powerful emperor. I gave a quick nod and a smile to display my approval.
"Come on, dude, let's go, get up," Steve said.
I wasn't really sure what was in store for me, but I had an idea. We both rose from the table and I followed Steve and the two Russian women. Just to the right of the bar was a small inconspicuous doorway labeled 'PRIVATE'. The two women led us through the doorway, down a dimly lit corridor where they finally presented us with our own private room. One of the girls gestured for us to go in. Steve looked at me like he was the happiest man on the planet and said, "After you, sir."
I walked into the dark room and noticed a small elevated platform in the centre of the room with a pole that extended to the mirror-covered ceiling. There were a couple of large velvet sofas around the platform so I walked over and took a seat. The walls were black, but were covered in tiny lights, like the night sky. That's cool, I thought, I should get that for my place.
Steve came over and sat down on the couch to my left.
"You having a good time so far?" he asked me.
"So far, so good."
"Just wait, you haven't seen nothin' yet."
Another attractive woman entered the room wearing a really short miniskirt and some kind of mesh top. Her bra glowed under the black lighting. She came over to us carrying a tray with a couple of drinks on it, but did not say a word. She set the tray down on a small table in between the two couches and then proceeded to disrobe. The two Russian women followed suit. The waitress wasted no time getting friendly with Steve. She straddled his lap and started kissing him. One of the Russian girls tried to do the same with me, but I was very careful not to cheat on my girlfriend, who had popped into my mind more than once that evening.
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The Art of the HustleMystery / Thriller
Self-made billionaire, Trevor Morrison, recounts his life from being a poor kid from a small town to creating one of the largest companies in the world, all before his 30th birthday. A true underdog tale is told in The Art of the Hustle. When Trev...