18+ Club Novels & Stories

“We’re not sneaking. We’re just going and they’re not that fake. David’s cousin is a graphic designer. They’re very convincing.” “Darling,” Ryan’s voice was a smooth, sexy rumble that did things to her insides. “The club’s policy is 25 and over. You and your friends are, what? A tender 18? Barely 19? Forging state documents is a felony, you know. Do you realize how suicidal that sounds? I could have you arrested.” She could hear the smirk in his voice. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Wouldn’t I?” he countered, his tone playful yet edged with that innate authority that always made her shiver.

he explained. "Well, we aren't not going to get married, so I don't think we should go, and besides we have a lot of work for our new jobs and everything, so I don't think a trip to Las Vegas will lighten up the mood." I pointed out a little annoyed that they want to go to Las Vegas. "Maria come on, Jason was joking, we just want to go to Las Vegas to have some fun, go out clubbing maybe." Ben responded. "We need to be 21 and older to enter a club in Las Vegas, so how are we going to go clubbing." I inquired.

“Like BDSM?” “Sometimes. They’re not all into that, though. It’s more of a general fetish club, and it’s super exclusive. Everything’s wolf-themed, too, which sounds kind of kitschy, but the place is hella fancy, so they pull it off.” “So it’s a sex club.” Sandra laughed. “Well… yeah. When you get right down to the brass tacks, it is. But their events are really fun, and they’re open to the public.”

“Sounds like a sleazy strip club.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s not a strip club. It’s a social sex club.” I stared at her, wide-eyed. “A what?” “You heard me.” She tossed back the last of her wine and set the glass down like she was sealing a deal. “It’s classy, exclusive, and the best part? Everyone there is horny and dtf.” I hesitated, picking at the seam of my leggings. “I don’t know…” Blair wasn’t having it. “Babe. It’s your twenty-first birthday. You’re officially in your wild era.”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing while looking at his face. Seriously? He really thinks I'm still underage? I'm 5 '5 "tall and my body is in good shape. I'm pretty as well. I just turned eighteen 2 months ago but I didn't look like a child at all. One could mistake that I'm already 19 and above just by the shape of my body. Do I look like a child? I was so annoyed that I turned my back on him. I didn't answer him. It's up to him to overthink that. Come to think of it, can I even enter a club if I'm still a minor?

I responded back to Layla before she could call the cops. ME: I'm fine stop worrying he won't kill me.. well, at least. "Is that allowed?" He asked quickly as if he already expected that answer, I shook my head, "It's not but he is part of the club, I registered him last month.. which is basically last week. So it's okay.." "Club?" He questioned with a raised brow and I almost busted in laughter. I really needed to explain things further or make my sentences a bit clear. "After school club.. not some alcohol or strip club... we help kids with homework and there's a few activities they participate in if they want..."

“I thought you’d be in your early or mid-thirties, that’s all. You look handsome for your age.” Shut. Up. Emma. A small smirk curled over the ends of his lips and my attention was caught by the scar running across it. It was strangely erotic. “I’m glad that you think that, Emma. I suppose you are in your early twenties?” I swallowed the lump in my throat. I’m nineteen. So I guess it counts. “Yes,” I said, tucking my hair behind the ear and took a sip of the champagne, humming at the fruity burning taste. Technically, I shouldn’t be even up here in a suite. The sex club had strict over twenty-one policies but there were certain perks of being the sister of the club owner.

“You know, you almost had me there for a minute.” “What do you mean?” “This place being a swingers club. Yeah, right,” Chelsea chuckled out. “I’m not kidding,” Cat said slowly. “Wow. You really have this down pat.” “Okay, hold on a minute.” Cat reached for her small black purse. She pulled out her cell. After a few moments, she offered it to Chelsea. “Look for yourself.” Chelsea took the phone. Her eyes bulked at the website. The Fox Hole A Swingers Club The best adult entertainment in the tri-state area. Singles, LBGTQ, and married couples welcomed.

They grumble their affirmations and I laugh heartily at their expressions. "Another thing quit calling me Luna. Just Summer is alright with me. By the way, did you check the age restriction of the club we should be going to? Remember, I am only eighteen. Don't the humans restrict those under the age of twenty-one to go into clubs?" Darius responds amid chuckles. "Not in this state Luna. Sorry, I mean Summer. Eighteen is the legal age in this state. Therefore, be at ease your maj-, oh, I mean dear. Goddess, this is harder than I thought."

she asked, sadly. “It’ll never happen, did you not hear me telling you that you’re my light? Who the fuck will be better than you? An actual fucking angel?” I asked, laughing softly, “and if you didn’t realize, we’re a motorcycle club, we’re more likely to meet the devil himself rather than an angel.” I continued. “Besides, I don’t care about your age. You’re legal in the state of North Carolina and in the whole of Canada, to have sex after 16. As long as we can still fuck, I’m good.” I smirked, earning a dirty look from my girl.