Optimum

          The number one requirement to become a member of Optimum is Money and you have to have a shit load of it! The number two requirement is an Invitation. My name is Optimum 'Oxie' Price but this is not about me. This is about my Private Entertainment Establishment in which I affectionately call my ‘PEE’.  For some reason it is hilarious to me to actually pronounce it that way and to spell it.  It is amazing to see the expressions of some who don’t know whether to say it or try to distinguish if it is a misprint.  It tickles me to my toes but I’ve never lived by other’s rules or ways of thinking.  I cater to the Elite and when I say Elite I am referring to the 'Exceedingly Wealthy' Elite.  The kind that wouldn't be caught dead at a club to be seen with Puffy or Beyonce and the kind that the Paparazzi better not care to know.  They don't delight in the spotlight or the shambles of the tabloids.  They are the kind to have royalty come and visit for the afternoon and they shop from Paris to London and from Miami to LA. They live with Money under the radar and they prefer secrecy to privacy.  Here it doesn’t matter what or who you do for a living.  All that matters is that we aim to please every member.  In order to be a member of Optimum, the initiation fee is $100 grand only because I specialize in 'Debauchery' (excessive sensual indulgence)!  I am a Master at it for other people but for myself I take a back seat.  Optimum, a sophisticated Restaurant with a twist!  You won’t find us in the telephone book and your local operator will not be able to assist you.  I paid good money to see to that.  At Optimum, you can get anything top of the line from coke to Champaign; an e pill to a Percocet or Vicodin and that's what makes Optimum different from strip clubs and swinger clubs and modern-day brothels; besides we cater to both sexes.  Not to mention the infamous Optimum house steak sauce which tantalizes the senses; many try to guess what's in it but they fail miserably.  According to Webster, the word Optimum is considered the best possible compromise between opposing tendencies.  My mom used to say that I fit my name to a tee; so it was only befitting that my PEE (I’m tickled again) be named after me.  She would say I was the bright spot in any situation and had the ability to diffuse any situation and bring calm to a state of confusion; but again this is not about me.  Take a walk with me as we visit a few members from Optimum and their journey through a world that I have created just for them.  

     Clair Richards, an opposing tendency, net worth $700 million, first time customer stepped into my office. "Well Ms. Price, I don't know why I received this invitation because I've never heard of this place."  "Well Mrs. Richards you were referred by a customer of ours."  She looked perplexed and said, "Who on earth referred me to "Optimum'?"  She looked at the card, "I mean what is this place?" "To answer your first question, our customer list is confidential so I cannot tell you who referred you; however I can contact the person who referred you and have them contact you."  She stared; carefully studying my eyes.  I could tell that she was use to intimidating people.  So I remained extremely pleasant and appeasing.  I smile sincerely, "Would you be interested in a complimentary dinner for your time?" I offered.  "Well I don't see why not.  I mean I drove all the way out here so that'd be lovely.  I am a bit famished.  Do you have steak Ms. Price?”  "Oxie, please call me Oxie and I have the perfect steak for you.  Please allow me to serve you one of our best dishes."  She nodded in acceptance and I understood her apprehension.  I buzzed outside my office and asked my assistant Coco for Stephen.  "Just a minute Oxie," Coco said.  Before I could walk around my desk and over to Mrs. Richards, there was a knock at the door.  In walks Stephen, '6'4, honey brown football linebacker bodied specimen of a Man.  "Stephen, please take care of Mrs. Richards.  She's having one of our complimentary dinners tonight.  Thank you."  He said, “Anything for you Oxie" and escorted Mrs. Richards to the door.  She looked at him and I could tell that she was flushed and her undergarments were a bit moist the moment he walked through the door.  Her entire body went tense and she had just turned another shade of reddish brown.  Of course she smiled to play it off and I smiled back and told her to please ask for me if she didn't get the best service ever.  With that said she walked out the door.  Stephen knew just what to do.  I watched the monitors as he led her to the Calla-Lily room. It was beautiful.  Fresh white long stem calla-lilies adorned the room. Soft white lighting and china patterned dinnerware with crystal drinking glasses and custom made pure silverware with Optimum’s logo on it.  It was a classy and timeless setting.  There aren’t too many women in this world who could not appreciate the stunning beauty of calla-lilies.  It came with a bar and personal servers.   Most members only get to visit this room once unless they were an extremely generous client and only by a six-month request.  Stephen pulled out her chair and relieved her of her clutch.  "Would you like some wine or would you prefer something else?" He asked.  "Wine will do just fine," She said.  "I know the perfect one if you'll allow me to choose."  He sent her a dashing smile and she readily agreed.  As he poured the wine the servers came in and placed the prawns with Hawaiian cocktail sauce on the table along with a small house salad and lobster bisque and it looked exquisite.  They left and Stephen placed a small amount of wine in front of her to sample.  Upon tasting her eyes widened and she exclaimed, "This is refreshing and delightful!" She sat the glass back down indicating that more would be lovely.  He poured an acceptable amount and sat across from her.  He engaged her so well she didn't even know she was being seduced; Stephen had that affect on women.  He entertained her by discussing the jazz music that played through the speakers.   She smiled and laughed and she touched Stephen's hands I swear every ten seconds.  He was handsome and his smile was hypnotic.  She couldn't help herself.  They went through the prawns and the bisque and nibbling at the salad.  The music went low and a lovely voice said, “Dinner is now served."  The music returned to the previous volume and Stephen made his move.  "Mrs. Richards, may I be frank with you?" She gasped at first; not knowing what to expect, but he simply said, "May I please next to you while we eat our entree?  You have such class and you’re knowledge of jazz music has captivated me and well your energy is pulling me."  She damn near blushed out her seat and the reddish brown color returned.  As the entree was being served she noticed that all the servers were men and they had on white Calvin Klein biker shorts that hugged them all so tightly displaying well oiled muscle-toned legs and white meshed shirt aprons displaying muscle-toned arms. Their server hats and beach flops completed their ensembles.  They all smelled like steak and Obsession cologne; driving her wild.  I can imagine her thinking this would not be the last visit to this place.  They all stood holding something as one carefully and strategically placed the food in front of them.  "Excuse me Mrs. Richards, would you like the house steak sauce?"  Impressed with the service, food, and ambience, she remained classy so that she would not betray the heat in her mind or between her thighs, "May I taste it first?" She asked.  He smiled and said, "Certainly."  He walked over to the other servers and picked up a miniature single serving container from one tray and a miniature spoon from the other tray and walked back over to her.  He looked at Stephen and asked, "May I?" Stephen sexily leaned away from the table and said, "Please; Mrs. Richards is our guest tonight."  The server nodded and lifted the spoon and scooped a little sauce and pointed to the direction of Mrs. Richards’s mouth and made eye contact for permission to continue.  She moved her lips toward the spoon and he guided it and let the spoon enter and exit her mouth seductively. Her eyes widened again and she held her hand over her heart and said, "Oh My! That is the most delectable thing I have ever tasted!  Oh yes, please."   The server and Stephen smiled because she hadn’t had anything yet.  "Mrs. Richards, it was a pleasure serving you and Stephen will be your personal server for the remainder of the evening."  He reached for her hand and kissed it and walked towards the door. Just as he reached it, one of the other servers opened the door and allowed him to walk out first and then they all disappeared.  She was highly impressed to say the least and the dinner smelled delicious and she couldn't wait to dig in.  They continued to talk and by the end of the night she had taking her shoes off and was rubbing Stephen's leg.  He knew the drill; let the customer make all the advances.  Entice but don't engulf.  As Stephen continued to engage her the time had passed 2 hours and it was time to close the evening.  “Oh Stephen, I have had a wonderful time.  So this place is a restaurant, huh?”  He smiled, “Among other things.  We cater to Elite clients who prefer to dine with special benefits.  If you stop by Oxie’s office, she can give you the particulars and maybe we can do this again sometime in a more comfortable setting.  Ask for the special tour on your next visit and I will be happy to be your personal server.”  If she only knew; Stephen would have broken her back.  They sat in additional 30minutes so that Mrs. Richards would be able to drive.  As she drank the last of her water, Stephen guided her to the door.  He kissed her lightly on both cheeks and gave her an enticing hug.  He escorted her back to my office and Coco asked her to have a seat.  By the time she came back to my office I had informed her that Dominique Jet had referred her to us.  She was pleased to let me know that Dominique was one of her very dear friends and the friendship stretched 15 years or so.  I gave her a very nice pamphlet that showcased our house wine, steak sauce and personal services.  I asked her to go home and speak with Dominique and she would be happy to explain our services to her.  She thanked me for a wonderful time and went on and on about how wonderful the service was and she’d be happy to patronize us again.  With that said, I gave her my card and told her when she was ready she could come back for a tour.  Another satisfied and potential customer was all one could hope for.  I had Coco call to have Mrs. Richard’s car pulled out front and waiting with the Valet.  She left my office with a huge smile on her face.  Needless to say within 12 hours, she was a new customer added to the list and didn’t mind giving an extra $50 grand to secure Stephen for her next visit.  I had something special planned for her.

            Sheik Hassad Abdul, net worth $2 billion, the next opposing tendency.  He barged into my office without waiting for Coco to announce his arrival.  “I understand that you are the owner of this Optimum place here.  I want to know why the hell my nephew is spending almost a million dollars in this place in one year.  What kind of restaurant that my family doesn’t own is this?  I mean your food and staff must be top-flight and practically naked.”  I stood up and walked over and closed the door.  There was no need to address Coco because it wasn’t her fault and we were used to issues like this every few months.  Had I been with another customer, the door would have been locked and since it was sound proof he would have been banging on deaf ears.  “Sheik Abdul, may I call you Sheik?”  He was taken aback, “How do you know my name?”  I walked past him turning my back purposely to sit in my chair.  “Sheik, which question would you like me to answer first; how I know you or the cost of Optimum services?”  He looked perplexed and intrigued and said, “Let’s start with how you know me.”  I smiled sincerely because of course this was a potential new customer and I was sure that once he had our complimentary dinner, he would be spending double what his nephew had been spending.  “Ok, first, my name is Optimum but you can call me Oxie.  Fortune 500 magazine, CEO for Tashia International Export/Import Services; Istanbul Man of the Year 2009 is how I know you.  Second, you would have to receive an invitation to become a member before we disclose any information about our services to you.  What I can do is advise that you to speak with your nephew regarding our services and he could clarify things for you.  In the meantime I’d like to address a few concerns with you while I have your attention.  I am sure that you did not obtain your position or vast wealth by allowing anyone to barge into your office unannounced and then demand your respect and undivided attention with the intentions of intimidation.  I am sure that you would have immediately fired such a person who allowed someone to enter your office and would have had security escort the uninvited guest out of your office.  However, since I can understand your concern with being the payer of the credit card in which your nephew uses, I will grant you this one-time courtesy.  Now, since we aim to please here and you have to return to International waters for the Fortune 500 CEO Convention starting tomorrow I will not keep you longer than you’d like to be kept.  However, I would like to offer you and your personal security team of six a complimentary dinner to accommodate the time you spent coming here for inquiries.  Allow me to personally dine with you to enlighten you about our excellent services and perhaps I can again have the pleasure of you visiting with us again someday.  I am quite certain that you will enjoy a meal custom made to suit royalty such as yourself and serve you in a manner that is pleasing.  I must say that after you have listened and enjoyed your time with us and you still feel that the costs are unjustified I will be more than happy to refund half of what has been paid since services have been rendered but the refund comes with conditions.  If per say the refund has to be issued your nephew’s membership here will be revoked and no one from your family will be allowed to enter the premises again.”  He looked me dead in the eye and because I was cool, calm, collective, and extremely polite and appeasing he was stunned for a few seconds.  “Opt…I mean, Oxie, you drive a hard bargain.  I was prepared to shut this place down for fraud, but I’d be very interested in knowing what kind of services you provide that cost this kind of money after 5 visits.”  I smiled, got out of my chair and sat almost in front of him on top of my desk and crossed my beautiful legs.  “It would be my pleasure to showcase what we offer but I have a slight request first.  Allow my Valet team of ten to personally escort you to our private parking garage underground in a secured location and place your guns in a locked area in which you and I will have the only key.  I do not allow customers to carry guns in my establishment.  Now I know that this is a difficult request, but I will accompany you every step of the way to ensure that you, your team, your vehicles and weapons will be safe and secure.”  I lightly touched his hand and the smell of my scent waved passed his nose, his hesitance was momentary.  He put his hand on top of mine and obliged my requests.  “I don’t think I’ve met anyone quite like you and especially a sound business woman.  I must admit that you have my gained my interest and curiosity.”  I got up and walked back behind my desk and buzzed Coco to come into my office.  She was stunning in her black and white Silk-One Shoulder Ann Taylor dress.  “Coco, please prepare Cleopatra 2 and Security Protocol Platinum and tell everyone that they have 3 minutes.  The Sheik, his security team of,” and before I could finish he said, “Eight, I have eight members in my security.  Usually, two stay in the car but since you have assured me of security and safety, I don’t see why they should miss out.”  I could tell that he still kind of thought that this was all a hoax but six, eight were no problem.  “The Sheik, his security team of eight and I will be dining and have the team prepare the Moroccan special.”  Coco was happy to assist, “Right away Oxie; would that be all?”  “That will be all, but please remind them that the Sheik’s food shall contain no pork and shall not be made with any products containing pork.  Thank you.”  She nodded to me and smiled at the Sheik and went to fulfill my requests.  I pulled a card from my Swarovski crystal card holder and gave him one of my personal cards.  I came back around and sat on the desk and placed it in the Sheik’s hand.  “Sheik, this is my private card, when you are here in DC, please feel free to contact me for anything you believe I may be in assistance of.”  He smiled and said, “Hassad, call me Hassad.  I can see that you are really aiming to please so I will grant you this one opportunity.”  Isn’t that just like a man of noble status!  He either has to have the last word or pretend that his approval or permission is the only one that matters.  Hey, he’s a potential customer so I am happy to accommodate him and his needs.   My phone buzzed and Coco told me everything was ready.  I thanked her and disconnected.  “Sheik, if you will please follow me.”  We exited my office and I guided him to the elevator behind the make-shift wall and sweet Coco had already had the elevator ready.  She was irreplaceable.  The Sheik following me in the elevator a bit nervous at first and then I interlocked my arm in his and his tension was relieved a little.  Even the elevator was exquisite.  There was a beautiful hand-carved bench with gold cushions and six inch solid brass flower pots with gold roses and burgundy plush carpet under our feet.  I placed my thumb on the red button and the elevator went down two floors.  The doors opened to a separate parking garage that only belonged to the Cleopatra floor and there waiting was his security team of eight, weapons drawn, and my Platinum Security of twenty.  The Sheik and I stepped off the elevators and all of the limos were parked side by side.  He seemed impressed and pleased.  “Sheik, if you would step to the left with me,” I said.  He followed.  I placed my pinky finger on a spot on the wall in which no one could access but me and a wall slid back and there were empty shelves waiting for his security team’s weapons.  The Sheik ordered them to place their weapons inside and I removed the two keys from the inside of the wall and handed one to the Sheik and placed the other in between my cleavage.  He looked at the keys and then looked at me and said, “You should come work for me.  Is there anything that you are not prepared for?”  I looked back at him and smiled and said, “Now how could I prepare for one such as you.”  This time we both laughed and once the keys were removed and weapons put away, I stepped on a pad on the floor and the doors closed and a slot with a key hole opened up and the Sheik was able to lock the weapons hold area.  I called to Bruno who was the head of my Platinum Security.  “Bruno, I’d like you to meet Hassad.  Hassad this is Bruno.  He is in charge of Security for our Royalty and he will ensure that everything will be as you left it.  Right, Bruno?” I smiled.  “Absolutely Oxie; please to meet you sir,” He said.  With that out of the way, “Let’s dine and talk and be entertained,” I stated.  “Gentlemen, follow me please.”  Everyone followed and we entered a beautiful room that was the adorned as an entertaining palace.  Oh the décor was unmatched and as they all entered 12 beautiful exotic women from International Waters greeted them.  They were speechless to say the least.  Eyes wide open, tongues hanging out, and damn near drooling at the mouth.  The beautiful belly dancing girls were on the other side of the room.  I had to interrupt their thoughts and waning libidos.  “Sheik, you and I will dine here to the right in the King’s booth and the security team will be only a few feet away.  Ladies, please take care of our guests and let’s start with refreshments of their choice from the server’s bar.  They all smiled and did as I requested and Hassad and I headed towards the King’s booth.  The King’s booth was equipped with everything.  No servers need bother us because on the table sat a computerized gizmo that allowed us to enter any request of our choosing.  He again was speechless at my charisma and take charge attitude.  I knew he would be a lifetime customer from the gleam in his eyes.