Chapter 19 The imperial

Peace and Regan finally concluded with their discussion and went back inside to join the rest of the girls. The girls were holding trays in their hands and on those trays were bottles of wine and Peace wondered if those glass bottles were going to stay in place even with the ladies walking in heels. What if they trip and the glass bottle breaks? She asked herself. Maybe she was just bothering herself for no reason. Before she could turn and check what Regan was up to, she had already been presented with her own tray of wine. Her eyes widened and looked as though it was going to rip out of its sockets.

"Yes, carry it." Said Regan with a smug smile on her face. Does it mean that Regan knew exactly what she was thinking and she was enjoying every bit of it? "You worry too much, Peace. Just take it and follow me. Nothing is going to happen to you and the wine bottles. All you need to do is to watch your step and avoid colliding with someone and even if you do, maintain your balance."

Peace scoffed and sighed unbelievably, "it sounds so easy for you to say. It won't just be funny if anything happens to my ankles. I don't care about the glass bottles."

Regan gave out a chuckle and then whispered into her ears, "you will care as soon as you know how much each of this wine cost."

"Really?" She was surprised as she did not expect that the wine would be expensive. But it depended on how expensive they were. "Like how much?" She was curious to know -- she wanted to be aware of just how expensive the drink was before she agreed with her that it was indeed expensive.

Regan gave out a throaty laugh and then leaned towards her ear again to answer her question with a whisper. "You see this wine that is laying beautifully on the tray I'm holding..." Peace looked down at the tray and saw that there were two wine bottles.

"Which one?" She asked.

Regan continued. "The one that is titled Romanee Conti, just by the left side. It is sold for $25,000 in this club."

Peace gasped as she wasn't expecting to hear such an outrageous price. "25,000 what?!"

"Yeah you heard that right. Would you like to know how much the other one is?" Regan asked her.

"No...no...no." There was definitely no need for her knowing that the price would be just as horrendous as the first one. "There is no need to tell me."

"Now take it and follow me." She handed the tray to Peace while she carried hers and they both left the room.

Leading the way to the VIP section, Regan gave her a hint as to where they were going and what they were going to do there.

"Okay so listen carefully. We are going to the VIP section..."

"The celebrity VIP section?" She cut in.

"Of course not, Peace. We are going to the other VIP section. I am only coming with you so that you will know where it is and you will be able to find your way there when necessary. And like I said before, the VIPs are sensitive. Don't get easily irritated by them and don't stare for too long. The Doms usually don't care about that but if the submissives complain about your incessant stares, then it becomes a problem. You might see some things that are not pleasant to you but just mind your business and do your job. Do you understand?" Regan inquired.

"Yes, Regan." She replied. Soon they arrived at an entrance that had hefty bouncers by the side. They already recognized Regan but they gave Peace a hard glare as they haven't seen her before.

"Don't worry, guys. She is one of us now. Her name is Peace and she has been assigned to work in this section with us." The bouncers stared at Regan before turning their attention back to Peace. At least they could believe her since she was putting on their uniform and the badge of the exclusive workers was endorsed on her breast pocket. Their stares were like drops of hot candle wax penetrating into the skin -- so glaring and so petrifying that Peace thought she was going to faint from just standing there with them.

"Welcome." They told her with deep bass voices that sounded both scary and sexy to her, then they gave way allowing them entrance into the section.

Peace could admit to the fact that all the while that they were standing in front of the huge bouncers, her heart seemed to have stopped beating or maybe it was beating but she was scared to notice.

"Those men are the scariest men that I have ever seen in my entire life. I thought they only existed in fiction stories. I never knew that they were real. Why did they welcome me anyway?" Peace inquired as she was curious to know what it meant.

"They welcomed you because they have already registered your face and won't have to stop you next time from entering inside the section." Regan replied to her.

"Wow. What an organized place. So you're saying that I am free to go in and out whenever I please."

"Yes. That is one of the privileges of working in the VIP section." Regan soon stopped Midway and turned towards Peace. "Now shhh..." She shushed her. "We are here now. Just watch me and see how it's done and don't get into trouble." She said in a whisper.

With a stern look, Regan entered the large room while Peace followed from behind. The room was not so lit up. There were sections that were lit up in red and there were sections that were lit up in blue. There were also sections with glowing light but the lighting of the room wasn't so dim that she wasn't able to see the people in there.

Just as Regan told her, she watched as Regan served the drinks -- she would go to empty tables where the masked Doms and their submissives were and place a bottle there. There were some tables that seemed to be empty with nothing but packets of Marlboro and Dunhill cigarettes on them but Regan didn't bother going there and Peace wondered if she was serving them based on their class. With time she discovered that she was dropping the wine on empty tables that had a red card on it. Though she had no idea what it meant, she already assumed that that was the reason she dropped the wine there.

"The imperial is here." A masked young lady came into the room and announced and soon a young looking man dressed in a black suit and whose face was masked walked into the room with his cohorts. Alongside him was someone that looked like Miss Red and all the submissives that were playing with their masters left the room in a flash.