There was no more time for delays.
I had finished renovating the space.
The fliers were out circulating.
The bar was stocked with ice and drinks.
And the space was ready to be filled.
But I still had no dancers for the 2nd floor.
No bar manager for the first floor.
I hired 3 chefs.
10 dishwashers.
12 waitresses and waiters.
The restaurant was open for business.
It was three quarters filled that evening.
The special for that day was a Branzino Mediterranean fish dish, topped with capers and onions and a potato salad side dish.
I had 3 servings myself so I knew they knew what they were doing, these chefs.
Which means I wasn't concerned about the restaurant.
That was taking care of itself.
The Gentleman's Club was empty.
I had no exotic dancers.
My fault really.
During the interviews, I dismissed one exotic dancer after another for one reason or another.
I wasn't feeling them.
They danced for me but failed to move me.
Suddenly, Lust appeared.
You might remember her.
A sister of mine.
And in the past 6 years the only woman who had awaken in me the animal nature of mine.
I never forgot the feeling, how she made me feel, sexually speaking.
And in all honesty, these are the types of women I wanna fill my club with.
I needed 20 Lust-like women, to begin with.
She made offer, of course she would.
Birds of a feather flock together.
So I knew she could.
She can provide me with the women I needed.
Tempted. But my answer was no.
And that evening I allowed the 2nd floor to be an extension of the first.
For that evening we'd have only a bar and restaurant.
Still, a good turn out, in spite of.
A good night, despite of.
And I would continue the search for dancers later.
We closed at four.
I watched my young bookkeeper as he snored.
My personal aide fell asleep behind the bar.
I went over to the restaurant, had myself another serving of fish.
And that was it, our opening night ended.
The next morning my bookkeeper said we did really well.
"Good."
It's not about the money but I'm pleased it went well.
