"You know you've said that a million times." Looking to my friend who had finally managed to drag me along to his favourite place in the whole city. "I'm really not buying it."
He put his arm around me and poked me in the breast. "You'll love it."
Giving him the evil eye. "Don't touch my boob."
Raising his hands and sitting back down across from me in the town car.
We pulled up to the club, hidden in the warehouse district with a sign that said Le Naif.
He raved about this club and I for once believed what he had to say, after about the fiftieth time.
A doorman came down and opened the door for us, "Welcome madam en monsieur to le naif." he gestured for us to come inside.
"No line," I noticed giving him an eye as he stepped out behind me.
Straightening his collar he simply walked forward.
Another impeccably dressed man opened up the door and we walked in.
My notions where swayed as we saw a hostess standing behind a small pedestal with a tablet. She looked up and smiled, "Welcome Mr. Cross, your usual table has been set aside for you." she looked at me, "Your friend is not registered. Or is she more than that?" she asked politely, as if it was an everyday thing. Perhaps it was.
Looking good in my red dress pants and suit with a black lace topped shirt underneath I looked at her questioningly. "Really? I'm his date?"
Smiling at me, seeming to like me already. "It's been known to happen." gesturing me closer she held out the tablet she'd been holding, "Name email and credit card number please." she looked me in the eyes, "There's a security agreement form if you wish to read it."
Smiling back at her, I liked her already. "Email it to me."
"Of course."
I filled out the online form with a stylus and she handed me a lanyard with a plastic card attached. Gesturing with a finger towards me, "You'll want to hold onto that." she looked at my magnificent, and expensive pantsuit, "Things tend to go missing."
Looking to Marvin, so that's why he insisted I leave my wallet and phone at home.
Walking into the door he held open for me we walked into the club.
I instantly wondered why I'd never come here before.
There where plush seats around small tables with drinks on them, people of fashion and good taste sitting around sipping drinks and holding onto the girl and men waiters, they themselves in various states of undress.
The waiters and waitresses however, oh wow.
They were exceptional physical specimens, the men all had well defined toned chests and the women where curvy and smooth, and both genders were wearing nothing more than a thong with a little button up waiter shirt on it, topped with a bowtie.
"Oh shit." he pulled me along as I oogled both the men and women.
Sitting down in a seat in the back near the bar but a table away he sat us down and brought over a waitress, her hair was long enough that it covered her nipples but only just. "Two whisky's neat." she smiled and then left. Her bare ass hanging out and wiggling with each step.
I undid a button and sat back in the chair. "Ok, I'm convinced."
He chuckled, "Not yet your not."
