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Our flight didn’t take long, but it was late into the night. Balthazar had a car waiting for us as we descended the stairs. After getting into the Lincoln Town car, our bags were put into the trunk before the driver and his companion got inside. The driver started the car, then steered us onto the expressway.
Nina didn’t have any complications with having baby Balthazar, so they were released yesterday. Balthazar wanted everyone to meet at their house tomorrow at noon, so the driver was taking us to the condo. After the shit with Colin, I was ready to take a shower and sleep the rest of the night away. Hell, if I weren’t so tired, I’d tell the driver to take us to Balthazar’s club so we could pick up a few of his dancers to bring back to the condo. On second thought...
“Hey,” I say, tapping the back of the driver seat.
“Sir,” he responds.
“Take us to Elite,” I tell him.
“Yes, sir,” he replies as I sit back in my seat.
Basil looks over at me. “Are you sure you want to go there? It’s been a long day.”
Adjusting my cuffs, I state, “We could use a drink or two. Plus, the beautiful women will enhance it.”
Twenty minutes later we’re pulling in front of Elite. For it to be a Thursday, there were men still waiting outside to get in. Luckily for us, Balthazar has our names down for entry at any time. As the driver and the other guy opened our doors, Basil and I got out. The men waiting in line to get in stare at us with envy as we go to the head of line. Basil gives the doorman our names and he quickly moves to the side, allowing us to enter. The music from some Hip Hop song greets us once we step inside. A woman dressed in a white sequined two-piece thong set smiles as she passes us.
Basil grins, glancing at me. “Yeah, a drink or two wouldn’t hurt.”
Another woman wearing a nontraditional schoolgirl uniform approaches us. I take a step back to admire her attire. Her white shirt is unbuttoned and tied under her large breasts. If her red, black, and white skirt was any shorter, we’d be able to tell what color her panties or if she’s wearing any at all.
She tosses her long red hair to the side before giving us a flirtatious smile. “Welcome, gentlemen. My name is Ginger, and I’ll be your waitress for tonight.”
“Thank you, Ginger. I’m Yiorgos and this is my brother, Basil” I tell her.
“Oh, my God. I love your accent. Where are you from?” Ginger inquires, batting her long lashes.
“We’re from Greece,” Basil informs her.
Ginger does a little hop as she claps her hands together, bringing my attention to her boobs as they bounce.
“I’ve always wanted to visit Greece. I hear its beautiful over there. The owner of the club is Greek,” she says with excitement.
“It is and he’s our cousin,” I respond, watching a dancer give an older gentleman a lap dance.
“Oh, wow small world. I’ll have to check it out one day but until then let me show you to your table. Please, follow me,” Ginger says, turning around. I smirk, looking over at Basil who has his eyes fixated on Ginger’s ass cheeks peeking from under her skirt.
I nudge his shoulder as Ginger guides us to the VIP section. The section gives us a clear view of the stage as a dancer slides down the pole as Rhianna’s,Wild Thoughtsflow through the speakers. She’s a beautiful, shapely Black woman with legs for days. The way she has all the men’s attention as she moves her hips to the beat, lets me know she must be one of the popular dancers. The stage is littered with fifty- and one-hundred-dollar bills.
Ginger stands in front of our table, blocking my view as we sit. She picks up the bottle of champagne that’s chilling in the ice bucket. Using a napkin, Ginger puts it over the cork, then pops it open. Next, she fills our glasses.
Once she’s done, Ginger places the bottle back in the bucket, asking, “Would you like something else to drink or order something from our dinner menu?” she asks.
I heard her question, but my eyes are trained on the dancer as she seductively crawls on all fours like a lioness stalking her prey. A well-built man in a suit stands before her, holding a handful of crisp bills. He looks familiar, so I squint my eyes to get a better look. “Basil, does he look familiar to you?” I tilt my chin in the direction of the guy.
Basil studies him, then responds, “That’s um,” he snaps his finger, trying to recall the name.
“You know him, brother he’s the right hand of the Irish guy. Um, um...O’Rourke. That’s it. He’s with Balthazar’s friend O’Rourke. His name is Rory. Yes, I’m sure it’s Rory. They were at Balthazar and Nina’s wedding, remember?”
Bringing my attention back to Ginger, I finally reply, “Please bring us a bottle of top shelf cognac along with two shot glasses but before you do, do you see the gentleman over there?” I point at Rory.
“Yes,” she nods.
“Ask him to come to our table. Tell him we’re the owner’s cousins,” I instruct.
“Will do. Would you like to order something from dinner menu?” she asks again.
“No, we ate earlier. Thank you,” I tell her as the song ends and the dancer along with one of the bouncers begin to pick up her tips.
