Pleasure for money - DNF

ONE

Dream did everything in his power to keep his gang happy and hardworking, even if that meant taking them out to a strip club on a night off. For weeks his right hand man Sapnap had been on his ass about going out and letting loose. Then when the other members found out there was no stopping it. It went from going out to a bar to them wanting to go to a strip club full of 'babes'.

After a few weeks of constant demanding of a night off at a strip club, Dream finally gave in. He found a strip club that was in a part of town no gang had marked as theirs yet. The club itself seemed expensive and posh. There was no doubt in hell he wouldn't run into sweaty old men cheating on their wives there, but to be honest, was there any strip club you wouldn't see that in? Only difference would be that these men were rich.

Here Dream was now on a Saturday night in a car full of his top men, Sapnap, Wilbur, Quackity and Punz. He was driving his car around the busy streets of Nevada in Las Vegas. People around here bought a lot of drugs which was good for his business but one of the main reasons Dream wouldn't move away from this city was because of the casinos. He loved the thrill of betting money on red or black. He loved the adrenaline kick he got out of it.

They got to the club around midnight and it was in a tall building with glass windows everywhere except for where the actual club was. From the outside it looked like every other building, but if you took a right instead of a left into the reception you would be led to an elevator. This elevator brought you down multiple floors before you could finally step out.

When Dream first laid eyes on the club he could tell why it was so expensive. The walls were tall and on the roof there was a huge crystal chandelier over the small scenes where strippers were dancing along to the music. Then there was a main scene with a strip pole which the small ones did not have. Everything was in black and gold except for the scenes where the strippers were and the bars. The tall walls were black with a gold pattern on them.

The gang leader began walking into the place when more of his gang had arrived and now he had about fifteen men in here. As he passed by workers and visitors they all held their breath and avoided eye contact. Everyone saw the tattoo on Dreams' right hand that symbolized a skull with x's for eyes and the mouth on the skull was sewed shut. Everyone in his gang had that tattoo and it was feared all over the city, rumor had it that anyone who tried snitching on them or got onto their bad side disappeared within the next twenty-four hours. Even the police stayed out of their business after having lost too much of the state's money trying to catch them.

Dream arrived at a big round black table and sat down, the leather chair slid easily across the floor before he sat down on it. The men around the table began looking around once they've settled down. Wilbur nudged his leader when he saw one of the girls who he assumed worked there, disappear quickly towards the back of the club. Obviously to where the manager was.

After not even a minute later the manager came out from where the girl had walked in. The steps he took were uncertain and Dream could sense his anxiety from across the club where he was sitting. The man came up to them and ran a hand on his sweaty forehead. Dream drew the conclusion that he might've been nervous but also warm because of the temperature inside of the club.

"Hi sir," the man began speaking, looking directly at Dream. "It's an honor to have you here-"

Before the man could talk any further and just make things more awkward, Dream put up a hand to stop him.

"My men here were requesting a night out and I hadn't really heard anything at all about your club so I decided we'd pop in." He began explaining while the owner looked at him nodding frequently. "But buddy, I got to be honest with you. For a place this posh, I'd expect better service..." Dream shrugged knowing the man looking at him would take the hint.