18+ Club Novels & Stories

I asked Megan who was right beside me. "What goes on in our school.....look at them Hannah. They can't control their sexual urges. They keep fûcking and fûcking. They drug girls that doesn't want them, they pressure you to have sèx with them that's why our school is a mystery" she said, she looks like she's about to cry. "I don't fûcking get it" I tell her, shaking my head. "This is clearly a sèx club, they are just seventeen and eighteen years old having sèx" I shrugged.

So there would be no issue. When he entered the club, he was greeted by a large crowd of teenagers. This section was for teenagers and only opened on special occasions. Anyone aged sixteen to twenty could visit here. Ariadne was excited to be here, so she asked Xander, and he agreed. Even though he was twenty years old and could go to any club, he never went. He walked through the crowd, looking for Ariadne. He reached the bar, but there was no sign of Ariadne or Crystal. He sat on a stool in front of the counter and took out his phone.

I paused then added; "At eighteen." Mark gave me a dirty look. "It wasn't my fault I was just you know..." "Shy, I know all about it. Now go ahead and tell me the story." I smiled at him. "Tell it like you were telling one of your dirty stories for your little friends." Mark belonged to a "Club" as he called it where all the members' men and women alike were gorgeous, professional, well off, and sexually dominant. They met once a month, had dinner then sat around swapping dirty stories about their latest conquests. The club was secret and according to Mark had been around for generations.

Carlos, he was done with dinner now he was taking sip of wine. "Usually clubbing" said Mariana. "Club? I am exciting to go there" said Lilliana excitedly. "Whoa hold ya pistols cow girl, now even here we have human like rules, we cannot do clubbing until 18 " said Marianna while winking at Hannah, who smiled. "But we can do anything after ritual so unfair " said Lilliana.

I hear her voice call back to me and smile before sprinting towards the closest club I know Marilyn is sure to visit. It didn't take long before I get there and I step in avoiding the countless numbers of bodies on the dance floor going crazy. Oh I sincerely hope this is not the club she is currently in. Of all the clubs, this seems to be the craziest. This is where the wildest and craziest sex expenditures occur. This club shouldn't even be deemed as appropriate for anyone below the age of 21. I sincerely hope she's not in here and begin to search around crossing over some drunk sprawled bodies on the floor. I smirk when I spot a lady being manhandled roughly at a corner by a huge muscular

Age 18… I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. These words repeat in my head as I sit in the client room at The Sanctuary, staring at the checklist Dom Adam gave me. A week has passed since my eighteenth birthday, officially making me an adult in the human and paranormal worlds alike. My birthday gift to myself is a membership at The Sanctuary, a local werewolf BDSM club. Tonight is my first session with my dom, and I’m desperately trying to hold myself together.

Seth said to him "So about Adam, does he have feelings for me?" Kris asked me eagerly "He does, he's afraid you'll break his heart. You can ask him out before he ask you," I said to him "What if we all go to a gay club Friday night?" Kris asked. "Um, why would we go to a gay club? Secondly we are too young. You have to be 21 to go to a club," Seth said "We will get fakes, now I'll invite some guys from Cornwall Caster and Adam, we will all go," Kris said

I am 18, not 16. ----------------------

Leslie nodded at her mother, and then turned her face back to me. "I had today off from school," she explained. "It was a teacher workday. I figured we could ride up here with Kyle, I'd tour the campus, and then we could have dinner and go to a club." She gave a little frown. "Only, we couldn't go to any clubs," her mom filled in. "Leslie's only eighteen, and they are really strict about nobody under twenty-one getting in." I nodded in understanding. "Yeah," I commiserated. "I noticed that my first weekend here. They take it very seriously. Nobody wants to risk losing their liquor license."

Not even my steel-like appearance I want to project. My attention went to the girl from the other room just adjacent to mine. The girl looks so young. She must have been in her early twenties. Perhaps she's eighteen or nineteen. The club doesn’t accept underage. It is stipulated in the contract that you have to be in the right age and in your own right mind to enter this world.