Page 10 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

Been Jammin' is down the strip from the Excalibur.

When I pull in, I drive under the canopy and wait for my turn for valet parking.

An older man takes my information, then takes my car.

When I enter the building, I notice several things.

Like all the other casinos, there are many people coming and going, but unlike the others, there isn't a hotel associated with it.

When you enter Been Jammin', you step immediately into the casino area, and the sounds of the slot machines hit you. They have their own distinct music. Each time I hear it, I know I'm home.

I find the sign that says Gentleman's Club, and I head that way, taking my time and enjoying my stroll.

Deeper into the casino, I hear "Wheel of Fortune" and the click, click, click of a simulated wheel turning, then someone squeals.

They've hit the jackpot. Passing the gambling tables, I stop and take my time to study the limits and dealers.

Walking around the whole area knowing if I'm going to play, I want to find the right fit.

I need to find a dealer who is engaging the table.

Most of the dealers are stiff and polite, but I can see a crowd around one across the area, so I head that way.

When I get close enough, I stop and observe a redhead in a tight, black corset with overflowing tits, plump buttocks, and a full table of gamblers.

She is laughing, and as she deals, the whole table cheers.

People are stopping to watch. She's the one. I'll come back to her table.

Turning away, I locate again the sign that points to the Gentleman's Club. I pass several stores selling merchandise. When I pass the Steakhouse Restaurant, the aroma smells good, and I decide to eat breakfast there.

I take my phone out and text Maria.

Better make our date lunch.

Okay. :(

I smile at the phone and return it to my pocket.

She's the best. Just past the restaurant, there is construction going on, and the path narrows.

Walking along it, I notice there aren't any signs on the wall saying what is being built, and I wonder if it is to accommodate the Fucking Fantasy expansion.

When the path opens up, I have arrived at the Gentleman's Club.

The atmosphere is set with a small patio style area outside the triple set of entrance doors.

Cocktail tables with simple straight back chairs are placed inside the railing, and waitresses clad in nothing more than pasties and G-strings comb the area serving drinks.

It's packed, and the sound of conversations buzz over the piped music from inside.

At the gate in the railing, there are two hostesses at the podium.

I walk over, and they greet me with pleasant smiles.

"Good evening, Sir. How may we serve you? "

"Good evening, ladies. I'm looking for Beverly."

"She's inside. Is she expecting you?"

"Later in the evening."

"I can text her someone is waiting to see her if you like?"

"Thank you."

"Sure." She takes her phone. "Who may say is here?"

"Aurelius Moore."

Her eyebrows flinch, telling me she wasn't expecting Aurelius, then she begins texting. The other hostess asks me. "May we offer you a drink while you wait?"

"That would be nice. I'll have Crown neat, please."

She also takes her phone and sends a text.

"Beverly will be right out."

I nod and step back to let another patron approach.

While I wait, I examine the banners hanging from the rafters over the area.

All of them are advertising a dancer named Surreal, but they appear to be of Brittney Spears, Jennifer Lopez, Katy Perry, and other performers.

In the center is the only one that has an unknown dancer.

She has black and gold hair, and her face is covered by a bejeweled Mardi Gras mask.

The banner shows her gripping a stripper pole at her pussy and doing a full split on it.

Her arms are pushing her big tits out of an open heart-shaped hole.

Hmm. Her body is fucking hot! I thought Kip said Seary was the headliner, but this girl is definitely the star attraction.

When I turn back to the hostess podium to ask, I almost knock my drink out of the hands of a nice-looking woman dressed in a red sequined gown.

My reflexes catch the drink and stabilize it in her hands.

She is unfazed, smiling, and introduces herself.

"Mr. Moore, I'm Beverly. Welcome to Been Jammin'. How may I assist you?"

"I'm going to gamble at table #56. I would appreciate a call when my party arrives."

"Certainly. I will see to it personally. Have you enjoyed our tables before?"

"No. I can't say that I have."

"Well, allow me to register you so you won't have to cash out your chips."

"I appreciate that."

"This way." She turns, and I follow as she steps around the patio area and enters a black side door with a key code that is next to invisible to the naked, untrained eye.

We step into a plush hallway with doors leading off each side.

A showgirl enters with an older gentleman in tow.

She escorts him into one of the side doors and closes it.

Beverly explains. "This area is reserved for our VIP members.

I would be happy to schedule you a tour.

My office is right here." She opens the door and waves me inside.

I enter to find a large office with a desk at one end and a couch, and two sitting chairs framing a coffee table at the other.

There are autographed pictures of her with a who's who of icons in the entertainment industry.

The celebrities vary from Wayne Newton to Justin Bieber.

I step up to the wall and begin scanning all the pictures.

While she walks to her desk, takes the laptop off, and goes to sit on to the couch. "Let's get you hooked up."

I smile at her words, then dig my money clip out of my pocket, unwrap the credit card and hand it to her with a smile.

She smiles back, closes her computer, stands and takes the card, then walks back to her desk while I sit down and enjoy the drink she brought me. I ask her the questions I have while watching her scan it, knowing it will answer all her questions.

"Who is Surreal?"

She glances up. "She's our star performer."

"Who is Seary?"

"She's our headliner."

She opens a drawer and takes a card out, and activates it.

"How much are your VIP rooms?"

"That's between you and your choice from our talented dancers." She smiles and hands me both cards. "Present our card whenever you are here in the club. It will be all you need."

I stand and return them in my pants pocket. "Thanks." Bending back down to pick up my unfinished drink, I ask. "What's the difference between being a star and being a headliner? Besides the money."

She laughs as she shows me the way we came. "One is an entertainer. One is a dancer." I eye the door at the end of the hall, but it is quiet, and I realize the rooms are completely soundproof. This must be where Seary gives her Fucking Fantasies.

When she shows me through the hidden side door, I ask. "May I access this door with my card? I'm a very private man."

She shakes her head. "I'm afraid not. All customers must use the nightclub to enter.

I'm sure you understand." She pulls the door closed, making sure it is locked, then smiles at me and says.

"It was a pleasure meeting you. I'll send you a notification when your party arrives.

" I nod and offer my hand to shake. She takes it, and I give her my undivided and unwavering attention, letting my eyes absorb hers.

Sometimes a woman needs only the slightest touch to be reminded that they are desirable.

I run my thumb lightly over her skin. She inhales a deep breath.

"Our staff will take good care of you. If you need my assistance, you need only ask. "

"I appreciate your time tonight, Beverly. Thank you."

She tilts her head and nods. "It was my pleasure. Rebecca is working at table #56. She'll be expecting you." I give her the same tilting head nod, then walk away. She calls after me. "Good luck. I'll see you again at midnight."

I raise my hand, acknowledging I heard her.

When I arrive at Rebecca's table, there is still a crowd surrounding it and the same five people gambling. Two of them are laughing, and three are not, but all of them have a nice stack of chips. Rebecca looks up and says to me. "Mr. Moore. It's good to see you."

I grin. "Likewise, Rebecca."

She smiles and deals another round to the table. She asks as she waits for them to give her direction. "Will you be playing with me tonight?"

I chuckle. Was that an innuendo? "Perhaps I will get lucky."

She drops her eyes and grins as she makes her way down the five players with another card.

The three who weren't grinning upon my arrival take a hit and bust their hands before she ever shows her card.

The first two 'stayed' on the hand dealt, and she flips her card to reveal blackjack.

Everyone groans as she leans forward to collect their chips, giving everyone an ample view of her cleavage.

When she stands back up, I ask her. "How long are you working tonight?"

"Until dawn." She tells me while she deals another round.

The first two players take a hit and stay at 17.

The next two are at 19. Everyone is smiling.

The last one takes a hit and wins with 21.

Rebecca turns her card over to reveal she has a Queen and a ten.

They groan again. The player on the end looks at me and says.

"You can have my spot, bro. Her luck is changing. "