Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!
Chapter 221 - 221: Operation Strip & Snitch

On the other side of the door, lounged across a plush velvet couch was Tyler Mooney.

The Prince of Los Alverez sat with a smug smile on his face like the royalty he was, expecting tribute.

The room he occupied had a dim lighting. Oozing out of every corner and every wall was sleaze and privilege. What gave the room light was only the pulsating red and violet glow of low-hung ceiling bulbs.

Coiling in the air was smoke from cigars and perfume candles. A crystal glass of cognac dangled lazily from his fingers.

Tyler let out a sigh. 'Mhmm. Where taking them so long, eh?'

He'd already unfastened his collar and loosened his tie, the arrogance of inherited power etched across his smug, half-lidded face.

Clearly, he was accustomed to this place and to this very act. They way he made himself comfortable in the private suite.

It was one made particularly for him. No one else — even other VIPs — were allowed to use it. The place was decked with leather chairs, a single pole in the center, a low glass table stacked with fruit, and surround sound speakers playing a sensual jazz mix.

Tonight, the prince expected his court.

The door clicked.

'Finally,' he let out a relieved sigh and took a gulp of his drink. The door swung open slowly and he set the glass aside, leaning forward with eager anticipation.

One by one, they stepped in. Four women. All masked. Their curves — full breasts, tight waists, and lush thighs — stirred a hungry edge in him. And they all came in like runaway sirens, though there was a subtle way they moved that showed that they were overall new to this.

Exciting...

The first, in a raven-black corset bikini with a gothic lace choker, had dark brown hair veiling one eye. Her icy allure made his blood race, a cold fire he wanted to tame.

Next, a redhead in a blazing red outfit with heart-shaped glitter, twin pigtails bouncing, winked at him, her faux whip teasing his imagination. He smirked, craving her cheeky defiance.

The third, a honey-bronzed brunette in deep violet, her oiled skin gleaming, flaunted endless legs in fishnets. Tyler's gaze lingered, his pulse quickening at her toned perfection.

Last, a caramel-skinned blonde with icy blue eyes, her white mesh-trimmed ensemble hugging her curves, looked nervous yet tempting. Her vulnerability sparked a primal urge in him.

He licked his lips. "Well, damn, ladies. Let's see what trouble we can stir up."

They didn't speak. They only swayed closer with their hips sashaying like they were uncertain of what rhythm to go with. More cautious than sultry.

But Tyler was too entranced to notice, or maybe he did and the inexperience excited him even more.

Rachel led the team, not that she particularly knew what she was doing. She glided toward the pole with as much grace as she could pretend to have, knowing she had never done this before.

The other girls watched her and she gave Lila a fleeting nod.

"Oh. How mysterious. Come now, the two of you." Tyler motioned to Rachel and Lila. "I don't bite."

As they approached him, Kara moved to pour Tyler another drink, noting that his attention was locked on them.

She used the distraction wisely. Quickly and discreetly, her hand dropped the drug into the glass and she pretended to take a sip of it, licking the edge of the glass lustfully.

That won a perverted smile from Tyler and he extended his hand and asked for the drink. "How nasty. Let me drink from it."

She handed it to him with no fuss at all, just a knowing smile that appeared genuine to Tyler. He chuckled and clinked the glass against the table.

"Oh, don't be shy," he said, gesturing to Lila. "Come here, sweetheart."

Lila hesitated. "Why don't you take a drink first?" she asked. "We like to play a little dangerously."

"Ooohhhh!" Tyler exclaimed. "So do I!"

He took a sip.

Then, his hand stretched towards Lila, trying to grope her.

"You've got perfect skin, you know that? I might just have to keep you." He whispered while the other girls watched quietly.

"Mm. I'm flattered," she said dryly, playing along.

He took a sip. Then another.

"You girls... Come on! You're supposed to be dancing, rocking my world, yet you're just stand— standing... there."

Rachel leaned towards her, her eyes glinting through her mask. "Come on. Take another sip," she whispered.

"Well... Okay. If that's what will get you lazy sluts working." He took a big sip. "You all should know who I am by now. Yeah, I'm Archibald Mooney's son. But I also have my own things going for me."

Rachel shot a glance at Kara, who glanced at Amelia, who glanced at Lila.

It was already working.

"I shouldn't be saying this, but whatever. I've got half the state by the balls anyway." He leaned in, drunken breath thick with ego. "You ever heard of the Deloreon Group? I've got their CEO blackmailed with a little something from this very club."

"Really?" Rachel whispered. "That's so impressive. Tell us how you were able to do such a thing."

"Ahh. You wanna know?" he belched. "I'll tell you! I'll tell you right now! This is how I did it..."

He went on with details of how he forged documents and held back evidence. He explained to them that these secrets — if it got out — could land him in jail for years.

"Which is why I'm trusting you girls, because you're so... so... pretty. Pretty girls are harmless, aren't they?"

Rachel smiled.

"How are you able to get so many pretty girls every week, Mister?"

"Now, that's a big secret. I can't tell you that."

"Why not take another sip?"

"Oh. Okay. But please, dance after."

"We will."

"Okay. I'm telling you now. But no one can know, okay? You can't tell a soul about AroTech. It's not a real company. It's a cover I made up with prostitutes on payroll. Imported. Illegal as hell. All under our roof, honey."

His voice was slurring now. Rachel's miniature button-cam caught every word, the red dot blinking silently against the inside of her bra strap.

"Alright now. I've told you everything. Now come dance for me ladies..." He extended his hand to grab Lila's breast. "Dance for m..."

Then, like a puppet with cut strings, Tyler dropped into the couch, unconscious.

They all stared at him.

"Is he—?" Amelia whispered.

"Out cold," Kara confirmed, checking his pulse.

Rachel exhaled. "Alright. Showtime."

They reached behind their masks, removing them one by one. Then, with the time on their hands, they used it to secure the evidence. This was Sandy's job as she created two copies and stored them in separate save folders while sending a third one to Rachel's phone for the main act.

Moments later, a groggy groan broke the silence. Tyler stirred up.

He blinked, seeing the figures of the girls in front of him. "Ladies..." Suddenly, he paused, caught in disbelief.

"Wha…?" His gaze sharpened. "You?!"

Rachel sat with legs crossed, phone in hand. The screen displayed the blinking camera icon. "Good evening, Mr. Mooney. We thought a private meeting would be best."

"You drugged me," he spat.

"You groped her," Rachel said, gesturing to Lila. "I'd say we're even."

His face twisted. "How did you know about this place?"

Rachel laughed. "Are you kidding? Everyone knows about this place. They don't just know that you're the one who owns it. That was difficult for us to figure out."

Tyler's terrified eyes scanned the girls one after the other. "You all work for Darren Steele. Did he put you up to this?!"

Rachel got up, arms folded. "Nope."

Tyler frowned. "What?"

"Mr. Steele has nothing to do with this," Rachel clarified, then she leaned in, eyes blazing. "And if I was you, I would be much more terrified about that fact."