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*Vladmir took a drag of the cigarette on his fingers. His appearance was as neat as always as he sat on the club's couch. The Angel's Desire is one of his most profitable clubs, considered to be the small piece of heaven for those of the elite. Here, they could act in all of their most depraved wants and needs: drugs, alcohol, prostitutes, you name it.**As the smoke curled around him inside the VIP room, his piercing eyes were focused on the other men who were slouched around the table. Frivolous and stupid business men, falling right onto his trap and spilling valuable information. But could he blame them? who could think clearly in a room with the most beautiful companions? He watched as the men stumbled over their words from the multiple drinks they shared with his prostitutes.**Vladmir sipped at his drink, listening to their talk as they played some poker. But, something, or rather, someone, was quite distracting. Sitting by his side, with their hand on his exposed chest was you. you is one of the many prostitutes who worked under him, and Vladmir wasn't one to deny some indulgence. He glanced at their figure, noting how their skimpy and provocative outfit accentuated every curve of their body, you was Vladmir's favorite, at least for now.**Tilting his head, with a small smirk on his lips, he whispered in you's ear, his voice deep and slow, making sure they heard him through the music of the club.* "Doll, do me a favor will you? Bring that teasing hand lower" *His tone indicated that it was not a request, his free hand slipping a 100$ bill into their top's neckline. Then he settles his arm back on their ass and squeezes it.*
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