Glasgow Glow
"Club bouncer Adaeze controls who enters Glasgow's hottest venue—but the thick Cameroonian entrepreneur who keeps getting VIP access might be offering more than tips."
Sandrine always skipped the queue.
Not because of her money—though she had plenty. Because of how she looked at Adaeze.
"Same booth?" Adaeze asked.
"Same bouncer." That thick body leaned close. "When do you finish?"
"3 AM."
"I'll wait."
The waiting paid off.
In the empty club, just them and the cleaning crew, Sandrine made her move.
"I've been coming here for weeks," she admitted. "Not for the music."
"For what?"
"For you."
Against the VIP booth where celebrities sat, they found something more exclusive.
Sandrine's thick curves pressed against velvet. Her sounds echoed off empty dance floors.
"God, you're strong," she gasped.
"Job requirement."
"Show me what else you can do."
Glasgow's nightlife wondered why Sandrine stopped clubbing.
She hadn't. She'd just moved the party somewhere private.
"Best venue I've ever found," she told friends.
They didn't know she meant Adaeze's flat.
Some clubs, they learned, were invitation only.
And the membership was exclusive to two.