Ashraf Khaleel was a very sessful businessman. He had the drive and charisma to seed in the bloodthirsty environment of a Financial Market Investment house. He owed everything to his parents who’d immigrated to the US just before he was born. They wanted nothing but the best for their son and ensured he had the best education andvished love, attention, and money on the boy as he grew to manhood. Had theyvished him with lessons in humility andpassion for the less fortunate maybe he would have had a more well-rounded personality instead of being the self centered prick he’d turned out to be.
His dark, handsome looks, his intelligence, and his confidence were a potent mix and he typically got what he wanted. He was 5′ 8″ and slim but he kept his body in peak condition through a disciplined regimen of exercise. He’d even done a little modelling in University as ark. A woman he’d been after asked him to pose for some magazine spreads. He’d enjoyed the attention and had taken his pleasure from her when the shoot was done but dropped her the next day as he realized that modeling didn’t hold his interest.
He’d met and pursued Catherine McGovern in University as well. She was two inches taller than Ashraf, with straight white blond hair. She was also strong and svelte from being on the swim team. She would have been the perfect trophy wife except for her annoying tendency of opening her mouth and showing her intelligence. Luckily for Ashraf she had a blind spot for him and didn’t realize just how self-focused he was until after the birth of their first child, a girl she named Sophie. He wanted a boy and let his disappointment show. After the second daughter, Rachel, and the third, Megan, he med his wife for not providing him with a son. He wouldn’t listen to the ‘scientific mumbo jumbo’ that indicated it was the man’s contribution that provided the deciding factor for male children.
They bought and moved their family into the mansion on the north side of Ben’s property a few years after Ben bought his.
Daniel Wace was also a very sessful businessman. He also had drive and charisma and was doing exceptionally well as the CFO of a major Pharmaceutical corporation. He was less concerned about being physically beautiful than he was about being financially powerful. While he had two inches on Ashraf, his body was nowhere near as toned. He tried but his appetite for good food and wine had more impact than his workouts.
His wife Gabrie had been born into a very poor family and this may have influenced her a little too much when prioritizing financial security over other aspects of their rtionship. When they’d met in University she’d been swept away by Daniel’s charisma and financial prowess. Daniel was dazzled by her lustrous raven hair, her intense green eyes and her sexy curves. She was only an inch shorter than him and dancing with her was a dream as they fit together so well.
Gabrie had provided her husband with a daughter, Miriam, the child Ben rescued, and a son, Daniel, Jr. They had agreed to call their son Jacob after her father but Daniel had somehow out maneuvered her at the hospital and registered his son under the name Daniel, Jr. She knew Daniel used the fact that he had a son to goad his drinking buddy, Ashraf.
As the years in their marriage passed Daniel’s passion for Gabrie was reced with his passion for umting wealth. She’d tried to get him to join her for marriage counselling but he called that a tant waste of money. Gabrie had a lucrative business of her own importing high end fashion essories from Mn and Paris so she insisted she’d use her own money but he refused.
The Wace’s had moved into the mansion on the south side of Ben’s on the other side of the public ess pathway a year before he moved in.
During one of the neighborhood street parties organized by Gabrie and Catherine, their husbands got to talking and quickly realized they had simr drives for sess and simr values when it came to how to achieve it. They were allies in a war against thezy and stupid who didn’t deserve to keep their money. They also had simr appetites for the pleasures of life. Fast sports cars, good wine, good food, cigars, high stakes poker, and fast women were out there for their enjoyment. If their wives had to be kept in the dark so they could enjoy the things that they deserved, so be it. Within a year of the two meeting they were organizing trips to Las Vegas for ‘poker tournaments’ or so they told their wives. In reality it was a four day immersion in the best, and worst, Las Vegas had to offer. Initially it was only the two men but as they got to know their neighbors they found others who shared their interests and who were looking for more out of their lives. The memberships for the gentleman’s club grew and their annual treks to Sin City became grander.All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.
They now had ten members in their club and Ashraf was particrly excited about this year’s event. They’d reached critical mass. There were now enough members to take their party up a significant notch. He and Daniel had met with a ‘facilitator’ during their previous trip and they made arrangements for some of the most beautiful and young women either had everid eyes on to serve and service them during their poker tournament. The man assured them thedies they’d have were guaranteed to be between the ages of 18 and 20 as his stable rotated the older ones out to ensure ‘freshness’. There would be no restrictions on what they did with thedies, short of damaging the merchandise of course. There would also be an extra special party on their final night of their trip. Each of them would make their own arrangement to fly to Las Vegas. They were all staying in the same hotel so they would meet there and contact the facilitator to get their party started.
Daniel expressed some concern that their group had too many members for their activities to remain secret. Ashraf was confident the men would keep their mouths closed. Especially after they got those mouths on the nubile young tarts in Vegas!
Catherine had been making her annualints about his willingness to head off on his trips with the boys but not to spend time with his own daughters. She had been after him to take them on a vacation for years but he’d managed to avoid it expressing the timing was bad due to business or the cost was prohibitive. This year his portion of the expenses for the Vegas trip was significantly higher and she found out. There had been a furious blowout and Ashraf told her they would talk about vacations when he returned. The climate in the house was positively cial from that point on.
He parked his Benz at the airport and put his lovely but tedious wife out of his mind. This weekend wasn’t about her. He smiled. It was about him being treated to everything he deserved.