NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 284. Nightmare Club

With their plans finalized, Oliver and his companions departed from the restaurant in a lively, spirited mood.

As they exited, two luxury vehicles were already waiting at the curb for them.

The group’s eyes sparkled at the sight, though they consciously avoided overreacting.

After all, their evening was dedicated to enjoying each other's company.

Once everyone had settled into the vehicles, the drivers sped away, heading toward one of the most popular nightclubs on the city’s outskirts.

It was the same establishment Oliver had visited previously with his sister, Amara.

He felt quite eager to witness the girls' reactions as they experienced the venue for themselves.

The journey was brief, yet the interior of the luxurious car remained charged with a vibrant energy.

After thirty minutes, the cars pulled to a halt before a grand entrance illuminated by neon lights and flashing strobes.

As Oliver stepped out with Maya, Linda, and Emma, his gaze drifted upward to the massive 'Nightmare Club' sign that bathed the entire area in a colorful glow.

Moments later, Ron, Brenda, Sarah, and Rebecca emerged from their own cars, eyeing the dapper men and alluring women gathered near the entrance.

"This place looks incredibly packed! Is getting inside going to be an issue?" Ron asked anxiously, clearly worried that they might be stuck waiting in line forever.

Maya patted her son’s back with a smile. "Don't fret! We can simply chat while we wait in line like everyone else, and it won't be long."

"Exactly! Look at those security guards standing by the doors. Nobody is going to cause trouble here," Sarah added, observing the intimidating demeanor of the bouncers as they managed the crowd.

The guards were indeed muscular men with stern expressions, but one particular habit made them stand out.

Their eyes seemed incessantly drawn to the figures of the women standing before them.

Apparently, that was one of the perks of the job.

Oliver chuckled at their observations and ducked his head to send a quick text; a response arrived after only a few seconds.

Satisfied, he pocketed his phone and nodded. "Don't worry about it! We won't need to wait."

"How so?" the group questioned, bewildered by his confidence.

Oliver flashed a knowing grin. "You'll see soon enough. Just relax and enjoy!"

Right as those words left his lips, a man emerged from the club, scanning the area until his eyes landed on Oliver's group.

He immediately hurried over with a wide, welcoming grin. "Mr. Oliver! A pleasure to have you at Nightmare Club. I've been informed of your arrival; please let me escort you to your reserved section!"

The entire group stared in astonishment, turning toward Oliver for an explanation.

"Oh... did I fail to mention I’d made a reservation? My apologies! It must have slipped my mind," Oliver said with an innocent shrug, acting as though he hadn't planned it all along.

Brenda nudged him in the ribs. "Are you serious? Stop trying to show off! Just get us inside already."

"Hahaha, of course! Let's go!" Oliver nodded, signaling for the man to lead the way.

The man offered a polite bow and headed toward the building, with the group following close behind until they entered Nightmare Club.

Deep inside, the booming bass and the cacophony of shouting dancers washed over them, causing everyone to wince instinctively at the sheer intensity.

However, they soon grew accustomed to the atmosphere and began to look around in awe.

Crowds of people jammed the dance floor, moving in sync with the thunderous music.

The vibrating bass heightened the excitement, giving them the authentic nightclub experience they had hoped for.

Following their guide, they moved past the dance floor and ascended to the VIP booth level.

The guide led them to a reserved area featuring plush leather couches arranged around a centralized table.

"Here we are," the man announced with a professional smile. "Mr. Oliver, please inform me of your drink preferences. We have an extensive list of alcoholic and non-alcoholic options available for you and your party."

Oliver pondered for a moment before requesting several bottles of premium whiskey and wine, along with an assortment of snacks.

"Understood! Your refreshments will be served momentarily." With that, the guide departed to fulfill the order.

As he retreated, Maya let herself sink into a cushiony couch, looking around in wonder. "Wow! I've been to plenty of clubs, but I've never had access to a VIP section like this."

Linda took a seat beside her, asking with curiosity, "How can that be? You certainly have the funding, don't you? Why have you never secured this kind of treatment before?"

"Oh, darling... money isn't everything in a place like this, you know? Many factors are at play," Maya replied with a faint, bitter smile, pulling a cigarette case from her purse to retrieve a smoke.

She suddenly paused, a flicker of concern crossing her face as she looked toward Oliver. "Uhm... Oliver? You don't mind if I smoke, do you?"