Chapter 49 - Alexander

**ALEXANDER**

Alexander arrived earlier than expected at *Dom Nights*, the city’s most exclusive club, known only to insiders. The limousine rolled gently over the gravel as the shadows of the old trees danced across the immaculately manicured grounds. There was a soft click as the car came to a stop and Alexander got out, his eyes already fixed on the building. His usual composure was just a facade for the slight tension that accompanied him today. It was unusual for him to arrive early - but he had no choice, Emily had ruined his evening, and now he had to salvage what he could for himself.
He left the chauffeur in the car, the engine humming softly in the background. “Wait,” he ordered calmly. If Britney wasn’t ready, he wasn’t going to waste any time. Still, he was confident that everything was going according to plan.
The gravel crunched under his expensive leather shoes as he walked to the main entrance. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out his club card and held it up to the discreet scanner next to the heavy, brass-plated door. A hum, a soft click, and the massive door opened. *Dom Nights* - the playground for those who could afford it. The place where the rules were defined differently.
The silence in the anteroom welcomed him like a familiar embrace. Dim light fell on the heavy burgundy curtains that obscured the transition to the inner rooms. A blink of calm before he entered the luxurious darkness where secrets lay hidden. Alexander stepped through the curtains and approached the counter where Stella was standing as usual. Tonight she was wearing a dark blue dress with a striking glitter effect that accentuated her curves in an extremely appealing way.
“Mr. Alex, welcome,” she greeted him with a warm smile. “You’re a little early. Perhaps you’d like to make yourself comfortable in the lounge until Britney is ready for you?”
“How long will that take?” he asked with cool composure.
“She’s in the relaxation room,” Stella explained. “She might be ready in half an hour.”
“Good,” Alexander nodded contentedly, “then I’ll wait here. Please send someone to my driver, he can take a few hours off.”
“Of course, Mr. Alex,” Stella assured him with a smile.
While Alexander was still stepping through the heavy velvet curtains that also separated the reception area from the lounge, Stella picked up her cell phone to make the necessary arrangements. He could rely on the receptionist and concentrated on the ambience that greeted him.
The familiar, decadent atmosphere enveloped him and a pleasant shiver ran through his body. The club was like a world of its own, outside of time and space - a refuge for the rich and powerful, where they could be among themselves. There was a subtle scent of expensive perfume and fine leather in the air, while soft music filled the room, a gentle mix of jazz and electronic sounds that kept the mood between elegant and seductive.
The lounge was a masterpiece of modern design - a blend of understatement and extravagance. The walls were a deep gray, illuminated by shimmering champagne-colored lights that cast a warm, subdued glow on the polished surfaces. The floor was covered in a soft cream-colored carpet that made every step seem almost silent. In the center of the room were deep leather banquettes that blended perfectly into the space. The armchairs were made of Italian leather, cool and supple to the touch, and the low tables were made of black marble - every edge, every surface, every angle perfectly crafted. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling like a shimmering work of art, casting delicate reflections onto the glasses on the tables, arranged in immaculate order. It made Alexander proud when he came here, for he had designed the furniture.
He sank into one of the chairs and leaned back. On a small stage, a lady was lounging on a shiny metal pole. She was performing a perfect pole dance combined with an elite striptease. The guests were being pampered at the highest level. The sight of the bouncing breasts sent shivers of pleasure through Alexander’s body and he had to pull himself together not to ask one of the scurrying girls to come over and give him a quick blowjob. But that wasn’t his style. No matter what Emily had done to him, he wasn’t going to lose his temper.
Deep in thought, he reached over to the table next to him. Without asking, one of the sommeliers had served him a glass of his favorite whiskey - a thirty-year-old Macallan, waiting for him in a crystal glass. Alexander took it in his hand, felt the heavy, cool glass in his fingers, and let the fine drop glide gently over his lips. The taste - smoky, with a hint of honey and dried fruit - spread in his mouth as he closed his eyes briefly to savor the moment.
When he opened them again, the lady on the pole had already removed her tutu skirt and was now wearing only a skimpy thong that sparkled gold in the light of the crystal chandeliers. Despite the golden stilettos, she pranced gracefully around the pole. He was fascinated by her footwork and the strength in her arms. And yet she was not someone he wanted in his bed. He wanted delicate, helpless looking women - they shouldn’t be strong, they should be weak.
“Take off your panties!” a man suddenly shouted, breaking the pleasant silence. “Take off your panties!”
Alexander frowned as he looked over to the neighboring booth and saw the drunk man waving around banknotes. What a cretin!
The lounge was not just a place of luxury, it was a retreat. Here you could let yourself go without losing the facade of power and control. Only the truly chosen were allowed to enter this room - millionaires and billionaires, people who played life by their own rules. There were no prying eyes, no annoying paparazzi, no intrusive business associates. Just like-minded people - and this man clearly didn’t fit in.
“Show us your cunt,” the guy shouted now, fumbling with his pants. That was too much, Alexander pursed his lips and stood up. He walked over to the man and stood directly in his line of sight. Hey, what’s wrong with you? I want to see the bitch! The man leaned sideways to look past Alexander.
“Sir, I don’t know who let you in here, but I have to ask you to leave the lounge.”
“Who are you to tell me what to do?” The man stood up unsteadily and pushed his head forward. “I have a card, and I’m an honored member.”
“Sir, you’re drunk.” Alexander looked around and saw a couple of security guards. He gestured to them and they rushed to his aid. “Maybe you’ve had a bad day. But surely there are one or two girls who will sweeten your evening in a luxurious room.”
“I don’t want any girls,” the guy objected, “I want to see that cunt over there!” He took a step towards Alexander and shoved him roughly on the shoulder. “Get lost and let me see the hooker!”
Alexander’s eyes flashed in anger. He had already raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist when the guard stepped next to him. “Thanks for your help, Mr. Alex, we’ll take it from here.”
Alexander nodded and relaxed. He walked back to his chair, but the pleasant, carefree feeling was gone. Not even in his club could he really relax. It was time for Britney. But when he looked back at the stage and the dancer blew him a kiss, he felt good. At least he made one lady happy tonight. He nodded at her, smiled, and took another swig of whiskey.
Security escorted the drunk out through one of the hidden back doors, and soon there was no trace of the incident. The music continued, a soft whisper of melodies that added to the sense of intimacy and mystery, and the enchanting dancer continued to loll around the shiny pole. Alexander’s eyes swept across the room, observing the few guests who were lost like shadows in the soft armchairs. Perhaps one or the other of the guests was being sucked off by a club girl, or plans were being made to go to a room. But everything remained quiet, civilized and discreet. Just the way he liked it.
Alexander had not quite finished his last drop of whiskey when he saw her.
Britney.
The game could begin.