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day to recuperate.
    The smoke machine kicked in and he hid himself behind a cloud of dry ice. He attacked the DJ console once again with barely leashed violence. Oh God, he loathed house music!
    His eyes scanned the dance floor, checking out the women. Perhaps, he would get lucky again tonight and find a rich bitch in heat. Maybe, she would pay through her nose for his scorching loins with a full purse for a love fuck. Fuck love!
    It was close to midnight already and he let his substitute take over. The crowd was doped and drunk. They would take any shit now, and from anyone. They didn’t need Prince any more. His role was to warm up the crowd until they begged for more. That was why he’d been invited by the richest vineyard owner in the region to rock the party.
    Prince smiled as he remembered his carefree college days. He looked forward to the reunion at the vineyard. Of course, the bonus would be that he would be the DJ as well.
    Slipping through the shadows at the rear end of the stage, Prince stepped down and quickly made his way across the dance floor to avoid being collared by drunken women. He needed to get away from it all for a while and get some fresh air before donning his other avatar for the night.
    As he walked towards the exit he wondered if it was the money or his insatiable lust that made him do what he did. Perhaps it was the false sense of power it gave him over the fairer sex who used him, abused him, and took away his pride night after night. Someday, he’d get even.
    Mere commoners wouldn’t have been able to take shit like this. Only Prince could walk with his head held high after being a gigolo night after night for the rich bitches, who didn’t give a rat’s ass about his dreams or aspirations. All they could think about was a good fuck from Prince for he was gifted.
    Of course, Salmonella hadn’t a clue about this side of Prince or that he was attracted to her because of her rich father. It was better this way. His ultimate goal was Jonathan – the Big Daddy with oodles of money and a vineyard to boot.
    It would be an awesome inheritance, and should that fool of her brother Chris drop dead someday soon, all the money would make Prince an Emperor overnight.
    Maybe then, he could afford to love Salmonella, but not before. His coldness didn’t bother him one bit. It had always been easy for him to yank his conscience out of his bastard soul, throw it on the dance floor and have those bitches stomp all over it, until it went still and silent.
    He needed some time alone before he could get into the mood to do it again tonight to the woman in white. He approached her with confidence, and she took his hand and led him out of the club through the back door.
    Tonight, he would be the gigolo. Soon, he’d own a harem of sluts. His time was nigh.
    Planning the Big Night
    Chris was pleased with himself as he surveyed the venue for the party. Joe, his asshole of a father, seemed to have had some kind of a cosmic orgasm and had agreed to let Chris host the reunion party in the vineyard’s visitor’s hall abutting the clearing – on condition nobody got hurt. Chris was surprised at this condition, but then he thought of the proverbial gift horse.
    Chris was dumbfounded when Joe announced that the wine would be on the house as well. Of course, Joe ran true to form when he scrutinized Chris’s guest list before giving him a free hand, and left it all to Chris.
    Now it was up to Chris to make sure everything was perfect. The lights, the mood, the ambience, the stage – his social standing in the social media would be judged on how successful the party would be. Chris knew that it was the swanky venue that drew the dorks, and he didn’t really give a shit about them.
    Chris spent an hour yelling at the workers who were doing the lighting: ‘You’ve got to have lights all over the place, for God’s sake, you fools! There are going to be a couple of hundred people in this clearing – make sure we have