The Night He Bought Me

Chapter 1: (The Night He Bought Me) It was a steady Rhythm and Blues night at the Velvet Nights night club, Ava was getting ready to do her regular routine dance performance. "Tuesday nights were generally slow nights with not much action or heavy crowds of customers inside the dance rooms" just pure peace and serenity, people would mainly flock the diners for special cuisines and dating activities. Tuesday nights the most appropriate nights for the high end ballers to show off their pockets to their high class and classy ladies that they picked up at business meets and bank visits. Ava exists the dressing room, "not expecting much of her night" just the norm of a slow 7-10 minutes of slow dancing and caressing the pole, and mopping the stage with her elegant attire showcasing her magnificent curves. "She was 5ft 10, 175Lbs". Even though the crowds were few, their attention was uncut. Adrian: male, 6ft tall, 170 Lbs, subtle, calm, dominant with a collectively focus persona. He sat by the bar, stirring his cocktail, just minding his own curiosity, first time visiting the Velvet Nights. Ava couldn't help but notice him sitting there, as she entered into the ballroom, slightly slowing her pace just inhale a much longer glance of him. His Aura was striking and indifferent, she kept her focus and continued to the stage, began her performance - looking like a snack "as the freaks would put it, in their biblical context".. due to her record of excellence, the men present that Tuesday night - began to whistle and cheer her on, she kept her charming smile as usual as she maneuvered into her performance. Five minutes into her performance of soft, slow, and smooth breakdancing-like moves, flashing her long curly hair around swiftly, softly aggressive, and assertively.. legs stretched out to pointy toes! Firmly gripping the pole with both hands, bending to touch her toes while retracting bank to a standing stands while her fingers traced her light colored skin from her well groomed toes, straight back upwards to her chin, glazing her thighs and thick belly's skin, grooving through the crease of her breasts. The men in the ballroom began to whistle even louder and cheering so loud they could barely hear the table tops being tapped by their peers and other occupants of the ballroom. Adrian, watching her through the shelfing glass by the bar, could not resist any longer, he turned around "spinning on the bar chair" slowly his body started to face the opposite direction, as his eyes met her raw, glistening, breathtaking, untouched skin; her eyes met his. Adrian flaunted a band of £50 notes, pointed at his watch, then in a single nonchalant breath, he glared and casually turned back around. Ava curiously dimmed her eyelids; interested.. she hid a faint smile gripped the pole in confidence, flashed her hair back, propelled herself into a spin, and continued her performance all while there were random notes being tossed at the stage, graciously congregating at her feet. "Arrange me a VIP room for me and Mrs. Attention Grabber there.. would you?" He calmly stated to the bartender. "Who, Ava?" The bartender responded. "Yes, if that is her name." "Well, most definitely... Mr.?" "Adrian, you can call me Adrian." After realizing that the night was far from a regular one, the bartender immediately went over to the bouncer that was stationed closest to the bar, made a finger call gesture, they both then leaned in closer to each other while the bartender whispered something quietly, after which the bouncer then proceeded to another bouncer, whispered something to him as well, and from the nod he then responded with, it was cleared he told him to give an extra eye while he went to complete a task. The bartender who had already returned to his regular activities, was then re-gestured back by the bouncer who had returned freakishly fast. "That was quick" he said to the bouncer in amazement, "you know the drill" the bouncer said as he gripped and raised his pants by the waist. The bartender raised his eyebrows and nodded several times with a slight grin of a smile. The bouncer then leaned in and whispered to the bartender, who then returned to Adrian. "Room 21" he said to Adrian as he handed him the keys, but pulled them back in a slight, but swift drag "you know the rules, if not, they are in the handout, in the compartment slot to your left immediately after entering the room; shoulder height." "I will give it an overview" said Adrian. "Thank you" he added, while he handed the bartender a disclosed amount of rolled up £10 bills while collecting the room key from his hand, the bartender quietly accepted the tip, and then proceeded back to his duties shortly after winking at the bouncer, signifying that they had something for him before the night was over, it seems it was just their regular routine. As calm and collective as Adrian was, he ate both his Olives, finished his cocktail, request a bottle of champagne on ice delivered to his VIP room, slid his cocktail glass to the bartender and raised his sleeve to checked his watch, right before standing to walk to the VIP room. "Watching him walk away, was Ava, while she danced her final minute of performance.