A man in a fitted vest approached the car the moment Iris killed the engine, offering a polite smile.
“Good evening. Will you be using the Apex parking lot tonight?”
Iris hesitated, glancing at the gated lot beside the club. She remembered her younger days, when they needed to park six streets away and die walking in high heels, because Apex’s parking lot was way too expensive.
Before Iris could say anything, Vanessa had already produced a sleek black card from her clutch, holding it up between two fingers and showing it to the man.
“It’s a special VIP ticket. I believe it included the parking services, right? Would you be a dear and park it for us?”
The man’s posture changed instantly. “Of course, madam. Right this way.”
“Iris, the key,” Vanessa said, wiggling her fingers without even looking.
Then the blond milf pushed Arthur out of the car, being shortly followed by Iris, who wanted to protest, telling her friend she shouldn’t be paying for everything like that. But she had no time to protest, as the duo was already slipping away.
Iris hurried to catch up and claimed Arthur’s other arm, smashing her big tits against him. And the trio headed straight past the velvet rope, past the endless queue of young, beautiful people, toward a separate entrance marked with a discreet golden sign.
Vanessa smiled, seeing how everyone had turned to them, and many conversations died mid-sentence. A guy even stopped eating and kept his mouth wide open, drooling over the two beauties who passed by. Even girls stopped what they were doing to check them out.
Amidst that, Arthur could feel the stares of pure envy he was receiving. Still, he was somehow absolutely oblivious to the open hungry stares a few girls gave him.
Anyway, one question resounded through every head in that line: how could a guy score two beauties like that?
“Relax,” Vanessa murmured to her friend, feeling her expression tense. “You look incredible.”
“I’m being stared at by half the city,” she hissed and pressed herself even tighter against Arthur.
“You get stared at by the whole class every day, this is just a bigger classroom,” the man joked. “It’s just inevitable when you are that beautiful.”
“That’s not comforting!” Iris looked down, feeling embarrassed and happy that he had called her beautiful.
“And don’t worry, they are mostly looking at me, anyway.” Vanessa teased her friend and arched her back to somehow present herself as even better for the audience.
In fact, she commanded everyone’s attention, her hips rolling like she was on a runway. But the show was short, as they soon entered the club, and Arthur let out a relieved breath, seeing it was not a strip club.
The lobby was all dark marble and warm golden light, with a wide bar curving along one wall, surrounded by well-dressed patrons chatting over drinks. A few luxurious tables dotted the area, all of them occupied.
Beyond the VIP lounge, the main floor pulsed with dancing bodies beneath shifting lights, the elevated DJ booth commanding the room as bass throbbed through the air.
“Still the same,” Iris breathed, taking it in. “God, I forgot how loud it gets.”
“And we haven’t even gotten to the good part.” Vanessa steered them through the smaller crowd of the VIP room. “We are not staying here. We are the special VIP,” she commented and guided them to an even more secluded room.
The area had fifteen tables, all reserved. Two guards stood at the entrance, with another pair stationed inside. There was also a private bathroom exclusively for VIP guests.
Vanessa immediately placed her purse on their reserved table, and Iris followed suit.
“So, we can stay here if we want more privacy, but I would like to go for the fun first,” the blond milf said.
“The VIP area has an open bar, right?” Iris asked.
When Vanessa nodded and pointed toward the bar, where a crowd had gathered, the teacher’s face lit up with excitement.
“Then we should go!” Iris eagerly led the way back into the crowd.
The bar was a curved island of polished black stone. Cutting through the crowd, Iris claimed a spot and turned her full attention to the bartender.
“Two of your best whiskeys,” she said, then glanced back at Arthur with a smirk. “And something sweet for the kid.”
“I’m not a kid!” he protested.
Iris smirked but ignored him, speaking with the bartender once again, and this time actually ordering alcohol for Arthur too.
Meanwhile, a group of three guys noticed Vanessa and began whispering among themselves. They weren’t even trying to be discreet; their gazes were locked on the curve of her ass as she leaned against the counter. One of them actually nudged his friend and nodded in her direction, grinning.
Arthur noticed it, and by instinct he stepped to the right, placing himself squarely between Vanessa and the line of sight of all three men.
Though Vanessa seemed distracted, she caught the entire exchange out of the corner of her eye. A slow, delighted smile spread across her lips.
“Well, well,” she purred in a teasing tone, pushing him lightly by the shirt. “I do like a possessive stud, but…”
She didn’t finish the sentence with words.
Vanessa pulled him down into a deep kiss in front of everyone. Then, while their lips were still locked, she took his hand and guided it down, sliding it over the cut-out at her hip until his palm landed on the bare curve of her ass.
She pressed into it, making his fingers sink into the soft flesh, and arched into his grip like she was posing for the room.
When their lips finally parted, a thin strand of saliva broke between them. She rose on her toes to whisper in his ear.
“Blocking their view is cute, stud… but if you want them to back off, show them who is the king here.” She arched her back even more, pressing her ass against his hands. “Squeeze it like you own it.”
Somewhere behind Arthur, a glass clinked down on the counter a little too hard. When he glanced over his shoulder, the trio of guys had left.
Arthur gave her ass one last squeeze before stealing a quick kiss from her lips. And slowly he backed off, releasing Vanessa, who was still smiling.
“Drinks are…” Just at that moment, Iris turned around with two glasses and saw Arthur slowly backing away from his friend. “Did I miss something?”
“Our stud was just claiming me,” Vanessa teased, then her eyes dropped to his crotch.
Arthur had a big bulge in his pants, impossible to miss, even in the dim light.
“But it seems he was left with a big problem now,” Vanessa purred.
“Maybe we could help with that,” Iris said, her eyes glimmering with interest.
“Then why don’t we have another round of rock-paper-scissors?”
“Hey! Aren’t you being a little too greedy? You already had your turn!” Iris placed the drinks on the counter and pulled Arthur closer to her. “It’s my turn now.”
Vanessa simply stuck out her tongue. “I’m not giving up that easily.”