Ten minutes later, Matt came out of the haunted house carrying a black leather backpack. He took long strides to the parking lot, and easily accessed a sleek black exotic car as if he was the owner.
Getting behind the steering wheel, Matt slammed the door shut and drove out of the amusement park. He drove for another thirty minutes before she arrived at his destination; a strippers clubhouse called the Wild Foxes.
Outside the door that led into the VIP clubhouse meant for only club members, two scary-looking and armed, hefty watchdogs, with muscle twice Matt's thighs put to gather, growled.
"Members only."
"State your business here at once or get lost." One of the bouncers punched his fist into his open palm as a warning sign.
Matt grinned as he simply brought out a black platinum card from his breast pocket and flashed it before their eyes.
Instantly the hostility in their voice and expression vanished.
