American fame and fortune

Chapter 20 The Club Exploded

Yesterday's chaos dissipated, and Saijo Avenue was cleaned up. Certain women's products that had been used as weapons fell into the dark alleys, and were brutally shot by homeless men, catching hundreds of millions of bullets.

The sun had just set, and before the opening time of the House of the Beasts, dozens of people had already lined up in front of the club.

People rushed over one after another and joined the queue.

The news reports of multiple TV stations last night, and the bombardment of today's newspaper media led by the "Atlanta Constitution" made the Beast House Gigolo Club famous.

The entire metropolitan area of ​​Atlanta has a population of more than 500 million. Among them, there are not many women who yearn for sexual freedom.

As long as a very small part of it is enough to explode the Beast House.

The queue was long, and curious passers-by joined in the fun.

It was close to six o'clock, ready to open the door early, and Ivan and Golden Retriever came to the porch.

The former took out a check and handed it to the golden retriever: "Take the damned check, don't buy messy things, your head will break if you suck it for a long time!"

The golden retriever glanced at the numbers: "So many?"

Ivan said: "The idiot Martin speaks of loyalty."

The golden retriever emphasized: "Boss Martin."

Ivan saw the long queue outside the door and said, "Martin's work is cheap, but it's really effective, much better than trash public relations."

The two opened the door and shouted at the long line of women: "Tickets are $20, prepare the money in advance!"

A piece of 20 dollars was stuffed into their hands, and the two of them held a thick stack. The ticket price for half an hour was more than the previous night.

People in the queue moved in, but the long queue did not shorten, but instead grew longer.

Ivan is sure that this week's bonus will explode.

A car came from a distance and stopped at the end of the line.

Michael with a ponytail looked at the long queue, then read the newspaper report on the Beast House Club, slapped his forehead and said, "I'm such a stupid pig, I can't even think of such a simple solution!"

Michael had to accept the sad reality that the House of the Beast's fame spread all over Atlanta without him having anything to do with it.

He didn't get a dollar of benefits, and he had to raise money as soon as possible to make up for the $1 shortfall.

This morning, Vincent sent someone to ask him for it.

Thinking that he had to sell his car, watch, or even his ass to pay off his debts, but the little bartender could get a $1 reward, Michael felt somewhat unbalanced.

But he didn't dare to go to the House of Beasts to make trouble, those people were not easy to mess with.

Michael did not leave immediately, but observed carefully, picking up the newspaper from time to time to read: "I have learned, I can also make a lot of money!"

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Inside the club, Martin mixed a glass of Daiquiri and said with a smile, "Ma'am, your wine."

The young Caucasian woman handed over the tip: "Handsome guy, are you dancing?"

There were customers behind, and Martin smiled apologetically: "The artists in the club are all on the stage."

There were more and more people, and soon there were more than 200 people. Almost all the female customers who came here were drinking. Martin and Bruce were very busy.

Martin received the tip and didn't have time to tidy it up, so he threw it into a box under the bar.

At 06:30, the club is already full. The men’s group on the ring stage will present the soldiers and guns choreographed by the Savannah Art Institute tonight. The dance that highlights the male advantages and the explosive music make the atmosphere of the club explode. .

Countless small-denomination dollar bills flew onto the stage.

When it comes to spending power, women are much stronger than men.

After the Boys split up to perform, everyone's crotch was stuffed with money.

Hart never found it so easy to make money.

Wouldn't it be nice to be a violent thug, lying down and making money?

Vincent stood at the door of the office on the second floor, picked up the walkie-talkie, and informed Ivan at the door: "There are too many people, don't put them in for now."

Nearly [-] female customers in the club were crazy like a lioness in heat, only to bite the balls of a male lion.

Even the private room on the second floor dedicated to performing lap dances was full.

Vincent lifted his cowboy hat. If there are enough customers, there will be more possibilities in the club's accounts.

He turned to the bar and saw Martin Davis.

Unexpectedly, that old bastard Jack Davis had such an outstanding son.

Vincent beckoned and called the accountant Dana: "Forego Martin Davis' debt, and prepare a check for $5000."

Dana has doubts: "It's just the first night, after that..."

"You don't understand." Vincent interrupted her: "He has a lot of ideas. If he succeeds the first time, he can succeed the second time."

Dana stopped talking and went to prepare the check.

Vincent looked at the hot dance floor and the flying banknotes, and added: "The rewards of others, prepare them together."

Martin gave him a list this morning. In addition to the people in the club, there were two other people involved in this matter.

Vincent didn't care about such trivial matters, and the situation was under his control.

Club customers come in and out, and they are always full.

In the middle of the night, when the club was closed, Bruce counted the wine, recorded the accounts, opened a small drawer, grabbed the random piles of banknotes from it, and counted them one by one.

"It's the first time I've received so many tips." The silly smile on his face almost went deep into his bones: "$44."

Martin moved his arms: "Congratulations, civilized man, hurry up and buy posters, enough for you to lick for a month!"

A thick stack of banknotes fell on the palm of his hand, and Bruce said, "Dude, you are so envious!"

Martin picked up a box and put it on the bar: "Look carefully, Boo! The tip I received tonight is enough to cover three girls!"

The boxes were full of scattered $1s, $2s, and the occasional $5.

Martin continued to hit the poor civilized people: "Tell you a terrible truth, I want girls tonight, it doesn't cost money, they will give you money!"

Bruce was about to vomit blood, and launched a sharp counterattack: "Aside from a good skin, what else do you have? Your stomach is full of scheming junk!"

Martin quickly counted the banknotes: "Without my calculation, you will have a tip tonight?"

Just as he was talking, there was a burst of crying and howling from the other side of the stage. Hart was wearing an oversized trousers and ran up the ring stage. The crotch was stuffed with banknotes, and the banknotes fell all the way as he ran.

He ran to the center of the stage, grabbed two fistfuls into his crotch, and threw the green bills into the sky with his hands full. The green dollars fell like rain.

Hart stretched out his arms, bathed in the rain of money, and shouted excitedly: "Smash me to death!"

A few more Sand Sculptures from the Boys' Group ran onto the stage, throwing money crazily, and the money rained down.

They went on and off the stage, went in and out of the private room, even if they received small denomination bills, at least a few hundred dollars.

The banknote hit Hart on the head, and Hart fell down with a bang and couldn't get up.

tired.

painful.

Brother is full of blood, I can't drag it anymore...

Hart squirmed like a maggot, raised his green hair, and looked at Martin: "Please let me call you Dad!"

"Get out!" Martin brutally refused: "Papa Martin only wants a daughter, not a son! Not to mention a foolish son!"

He smiled and said, "Trash, go exercise your stamina, the rich woman is here, and you can't even seize the opportunity."

Hart wailed: "You can't do this, men and women must be equal! Men and women are equal! Martin Davis, you bastard who discriminates against men!"

Seeing Ivan and the golden retriever coming over, Martin said, "I'll have a backyard party at home on Wednesday, and I'm sure there will be pretty girls."

Vincent came out of the office on the second floor at this moment and called down, "Martin."

Martin went upstairs and into the office: "Boss?"

Vincent pushed a check and an IOU to him across the desk: "I've crossed out the $7000 debt for you, and here's a $5000 bonus. Starting tonight, your hourly salary will increase to $16 .”

"Thank you for your generosity." Martin didn't mind saying a few more nice words: "You are a good boss."

Vincent gave him two more checks.

This is Martin's employment money for Elena and Monica.

Martin put it away and politely invited Vincent to the party.

Vincent declined, saying: "Continue to use your ingenuity, as long as it is beneficial to the club, I will never be stingy with rewards."

Martin said: "Boss, we are now holding on to the ATL Women's Association to stabilize the flow of customers."

Vincent nodded: "Leave it to you."

Martin came down in relief, the usury settled.

(End of this chapter)