The Point whose owner was known as Lance Baines was specifically placed in a more shady part of the city for a reason that only Lance could say.  It was a three story night club that hosted the latest local talent to more main stream guests, particularly trance and electronic musicians, but not limited just for those venues as he also staged hip-hop, R and B, pop rock, and Jazz for the place also catered to not only young patrons but older ones as well.  The bottom level was of course the main entrance where a circular modern bar was placed with highlighted shelves and most liquor of the times.  Large ice bins were placed with an assortment of both water for those just wanting to hydrate or energy drinks to extend their dancing moods.  The main bar tender was none other than  Voss Volker or many that would just call him “ V”,  a native to Hamburg Germany,  Voss was  a titan of a man who used to run the underground cage fighting circuits in Berlin.    Voss performed the entire show from flipping glasses, mixing through swigging bottles around and twirling into place, and even performing his own fire show for would be women seeking thrills.  The attendants that helped him were tattooed twins, Kiko and Sukie, who used mixed martial arts as their theme, serving drinks in provocative outfits to show off their immaculate dragon tattoos upon their well-toned bodies. It always helped with extra tips from drunken men who became more agitated from missed connections as the night progressed.<br/><br/>The second floor was where the meat of the matter was found with a surround sound system that sported an elevated stage where the DJ stood.  This night was the visiting trance enthusiast Po Quan, who was an international star with his rave beats and assisted laser light show.  The back of the podium served as a large movie-theater sized screen which featured colored explosions, silhouettes of lovers in flash sexual intercourse, and a stream of histogram graphics with pulse effects.  The third floor consisted of a more laid back approach  where the restaurant and drink lounge was found, anything from common finger food to more refined dishes in so far as whatever the patron wanted. The ambiance was low lit with island seats and knee level glass tops that changed their glowing color effects with of all things, a vat of bubble making serum placed in the middle with ladles for patrons to use.  It was here you could order group hookahs, ice pales of beer, cigarette and cigar imports, or an assortment of The Point’s trade mark vape juice -   Angel Halo, Devil’s Delight, or Desat’s Masquerade   that some say was mixed with a drug.<br/><br/>The third floor was the VIP lounge set for those who either had gotten themselves an exclusive pass from Lance himself or were well known enough to acquire one.  There were wild rumors as to what went down up there as some were thrilling while others whispered the stories of possible murder and disappearance.  The stair well twisted upward where two body guards were posted at the entrance of a door that was matte black and the windows were tinted.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">* * *​</div><br/><br/><br/>He was in deep thought looking through the security cameras when he noticed the trio of women that had walked in, watching the doormen perform their checks, verifying their ID’s, and of course, the strict invitations that were given out.<br/><br/>Lance sunk into his leather chair and brought up the cigar he had just started smoking, taking in the woodsy taste of the Sumatran leafed torpedo and allowed a generous smoke cloud to slowly rise in the air in twisting swirls.<br/><br/>“Anyone care to tell me who these women are that just walked in?”  He inquired through his Bluetooth, there were a series of nuances from others checking in until someone had responded, “I think one of them is a model Sir… the face looks very familiar,”<br/><br/>“I see..,” he then let out in a curious tone, “If they don’t show VIP passes – upgrade them.  Tell Voss to comp them at the bar,”<br/><br/>“Will do…,” said another voice.<br/><br/>“More possible birds for your little sanctuary of sparrows?” said another more softer voice, Lance turned from his security kiosk and looked towards a rather luxurious hot spa that was built back behind the main office of his club.  This was his private room though to most in a list of past and present affairs was known as The Stairway, or what he liked to call it from a Led Zeppelin song – in his rather poetic view, it was a place where one made certain choices that either led them to a life of new discoveries or their next fall from grace if they even had grace to begin with.<br/><br/>“There’s nothing wrong with more sparrows…” he replied, rising up from his seat, there were the tell-tale signs of water puddles where he had gotten out of the tub to look at the cameras, making his way back with a new set before stepping into the foaming water while the eyes of his current debutante traced his physic from head to toe, fully admiring his nude frame.   Lance used to be bigger but that was when there was nothing but time to lift weights and burn it in a gym.  Lance was now simply well cut and at 6”2, with broad shoulders sporting a medium build, was more or less a wall of masculinity being served to any prospecting eye that came upon him. Lance had a short textured pomp fade hair style shaved upon the sides with a slicked back look in jet black and faded morning stubble to his face.<br/><br/>“Who are they?”<br/><br/>“Someone pointed out that one of them was a model of some kind – we don’t get too many that venture out here in this part of town but it does happen…,” he said as he was handed a glass of whiskey with balled ice cubes floating into the amber mix.<br/><br/>Lance’s companion moved from her current spot after handing him the fresh glass and slid her athletic figure towards him, resting her face upon his right shoulder and dipping her left hand underneath the churning waters, reaching towards the middle of his lap as her right draped along his left breast, curving ruby red nail tips up and down his skin.<br/><br/>“Hopefully you aren’t too occupied - you have kept me in waiting,”<br/><br/>“Now Vera…,” he said as the amber liquor flowed through his taste buds and slightly burned down his throat, noting her firm grip that traveled up and down his awakening shaft. “  You know I don’t torture my sparrows that long,”   as he leaned toward her, noting the water droplets that formed a pattern upon her left breast, allowing the whiskey to tip, drizzling down her cream escape  before allowing himself to nurse it while imbued in the bourbon-rye mix.  There was a slight reaction from the sudden chilled liquor but she soon turned it into a soft reception, noting that her nipple became his lustful lollipop with an even suction and flicking tongue and arroused it into a solid perk.<br/><br/>“Pleasure before business,” he said while trailing a pattern of butterfly kisses up to her damp neck,  “  I’m sure we can fill in a good fuck before peak time,”<br/><br/><i>Their lips crushed together as the waters splashed around their sudden movements.</i>