10 I want you

Naraka and Tzoker pulled up to Club Moon in his navy-blue Maybach. Club Moon is an upscale club that is often frequented by top officials and businessmen. The club is known for its private rooms and sexual services. Although he is one of the top CEO's in the region, he avoided having business meetings here due to his "problem". He often opted to send his assistant to represent him instead.

Tonight, he had his assistant reserve a VIP room. The room overlooked the lower floor. It was all black and dimly lit with a red-light, making it impossible to see inside of it from down below.

They sat on the sofa that was present in the room and ordered bottle service. Naraka made a note to specifically send a particular bartender to serve them for the night. Naraka looked over the crowd, his eyes landing on the bar at the edge of the dance floor. He found Lily, at the bar as expected. She was wearing a low-cut tank top and shorts that barely covered her ass. He watched as a waiter walked over to her and whispered something in her ear, showing her a piece of paper. Lily shook her head and walked to the other end of the bar. Naraka eyes narrowed 'did she decline his request?'.

The waiter returned with requested bottle, stating Lily was unavailable to serve them. Tzoker grimaced and poured them both a drink.

Naraka accepted the glass from Tzoker, "Tell her I will triple the price she normally makes"

The waitress fidgeted with the edge of her shirt, appearing nervous and in no hurry to carry of the request.

"Speak"

"Well sir you see Lily is not of one our service girls and she is not in need of money. So, she will not care about any amount your willing to give" "In fact when she accompanies someone to one of the rooms, it usually without a fee".

Rubbing his chin as in deep thought, "Is that so?" The waitress nodded her head frantically. "Well I guess I'll have to go down there personally to persuade her".

Lily was a little irritated. 'The fucking VIP always think they can have whatever they want. Why couldn't they just let her work in peace'. She didn't need the money; her inheritance was enough to cover her for a lifetime. She honestly just liked bar-tending and the lustful atmosphere seem to keep her settled during her periods of withdrawal.

Still in the middle of rant about entitled rich men, she was cleaning glasses when she felt a presence in front of her. Without looking up, she asked "What can I get you?"

"I apologize, can you repeat that?"

"I want you"

She wasn't shocked at the answer, because she thought it was a common cheesy pick up line she had heard numerous times. She was shocked, because it sounded more like a command rather then a request. One, she wanted to heed to. His voice was pure sex and her heart rate speed up immediately.