<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Laurenne Merieth - Arriving at the club</span><br/><br/>Laurenne pulled her Ferrari Testarossa into the club's car park. She didn't bother locking it. The security here was that good. She glanced out over the Mediterranean and smiled. Her yacht wasn't the biggest in the harbour by any means, but it was there, and that is what counted!<br/><br/>Such a wonderful place, Monte Carlo, playground of the rich and famous. Perhaps she would take her pet to a casino, later on, show her off to the masses. She smiled. The diamond studded collar in her bag was worth almost as much as the car she had so carelessly left. She wondered idly whether any new bitches had been delivered since her last visit to this exclusive club.<br/><br/>Laurenne smiled at the security guard and showed her club membership pass. The guard nodded. "Mam'selle", he greeted her with a nod, passing her through. She wandered purposefully into the bar and ordered a Singapore sling, then took her drink over to a table, reclining casually for a while. She lit a cigarette. This sort of establishment didn't impose rules on its members regarding such ridiculous things as smoking.  They paid for decent air conditioners instead!<br/><br/>She finished her drink and ordered another.