The 'decor' gives you the false impression of actually being in Morocco.
Archways and passageways around the outside of the central dance floor display their Mediterranean influences of solid oak dark wood panels with stunning carvings and embellished wrought ironwork.
The huge wall mirrors in carved wood with metal frames, augmented by linen canopies hanging from the ceiling help to provide a feeling of high-end splendour to the whole atmosphere.
The interior is dark. There is seating with heavy wood tables to rest your drinks. VIP areas, booths where you can be served by a young female hostess and a bar with every cocktail you could ever imagine, and many you probably couldn't.
The doors open at 10pm and stay open until 3am, with last entry time at midnight.
This is to make sure you don't go off and buy cheap booze or spend your money at a rival club and only come in for the last hour.
The club enforces a strict over 18s policy and not much gets past the bouncers when it comes to fake ID.
Their ideal customer is one who books a VIP table. For the cost of £500, the customer and their guests receive a free bottle of Smirnoff Vodka, a range of mixers and table drinks service all night.
Straight or gay or undecided, everyone is equally welcome. The whole idea is to give everyone a night to remember so you want to come back time and time again. Good music, alcohol-drenched cocktails and a great atmosphere are guaranteed.
Taxi drivers love the 3am closing time when no buses or public transport are available. It helps when most of their passengers will be worse for wear and don't bother to keep an eye on the meter.
When it says £12 and you tell them it is £17, most are so drunk they can't see straight and pay up without bothering to check. Many will hand over a £20 note and tell the driver to "keep the change". Nice work if you can get it.
Originally each twin had their own Facebook page but as time moved on, they switched to Instagram and within a few weeks, their followers numbered over 10,000.
Every day they receive DMs from people who present them with all sorts of offers.
At the moment as well as being part-time hostesses they make a small income from modelling work for up-and-coming clothing brands.
They are looking for their lucky break. The way things are going it won't be long before they achieve their ambition to become top social media personalities.
After all, they are fully aware of the effect they have on the opposite sex.
One of their friends told them about a website called honeydads.com where attractive girls can hook up with rich older men for a wad of cash and 'fun without attachment'.
The girls signed up and were amazed when offers started arriving within two minutes of their photos appearing inside the private membership area.
Honeydads’ policy is for men to prove a net worth of at least five million dollars before you can be approved for membership.
Once approved, you pay a $50,000 yearly fee to become a Silver level member. For $100,000 you get Gold level access and for a mere $250,000 you gain Platinum level. For a lot of men looking for a good time, a quarter of a million dollars is chicken feed.
Some people live in a different world to the majority.
The Honeydads website vets each client and no-one other than members would be aware the girls are registered on the website. Everything stays private.
Once approved, girls receive $10,000 for a few days in the company of a member and a chance to see the world, enjoying luxury holidays, flying on private jets, staying in the finest hotels, attending top nightclubs, and being driven round in limousines. A life they could only ever dream of before.
Any 'other' arrangements are strictly between the girls and the clients.
They went on a few 'dates' but ultimately made the decision not to continue using the website. If they want to enjoy this sort of lifestyle where they can afford the things they desire on their own terms, they need to concentrate on turning themselves into online celebrities.
Chapter Four
Barford, population 1,400 is situated on the edge of Trentbridge. In the centre is a garage and petrol station called Mitten & Son. You can't miss it. It's been a landmark of the village for the past fifteen years.
Francis Mitten is looking out of the window in his office. He's the owner of the business his father started from nothing five decades ago.
He turns around as his secretary knocks and enters, handing him a copy of the local newspaper.
The Trentbridge Times dated Friday 5th July 2018 includes an eight-page supplement dedicated to the fifty-year history of Francis’s family business.
The front page is the usual headlines of drug crime and a story about four people living in a house without water or electricity thanks to a rogue landlord.
He glances at both stories before moving on to the part of most interest.
The article starts off with details of the founder Albert Mitten marrying Beatrice Thomas in 1964 and goes on to say two years later they are blessed with the birth of a son who they decided to name Francis.
He smiles as he reads the first mention of his name.
It tells the story of Albert working every hour day and night and saving every penny to rent a small workshop on Cauldon Road in Trentbridge in 1968 and selling motorbikes. He named the business Mitten & Son, hoping one day his young son would follow him into the business.
It goes on.
In 1972, after four highly successful years, Albert moved the business to larger premises on Histon Road where he took out a ten-year mortgage of £18,200 to purchase the site.
The business flourished and quickly grew into a car dealership, selling some of the top brands of the day such as Austin, Jaguar, and Rover.
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