18+ Club Novels & Stories

I lit it, drew in the first deep pull of smoke, and let it sit in my lungs for a second. The club’s getting too big, too fast. I’m going to need to bring in more girls soon or we’ll start turning people away at peak hours. I dragged the stack of new applications toward me and started flipping through them quickly. Twenty? Who the hell approved her application? I pulled that one out and flicked it straight into the trash. Club rule—nothing under twenty-one. I’m not risking some parent or cop showing up at my door because a girl’s brain hasn’t finished cooking yet. Hard line. No exceptions.

I asked. “He didn’t tell you? He has an audition so he needs a new outfit and maybe we can get you one as well. If he gets the part, we’re going out to celebrate and you can experience your first club,” He tells me, giving me a wide smile. “There’s this club that is eighteen and over and we’ve been going there for a while when we have a free day.” I shrugged my shoulders and try to brush off his excitement, “I don’t know.”

she said smiling. They entered the club, people were dancing and people over 18 were drinking. It was the first time she was at the club, Jacob used to come every weekend. “Whoa this place rocks,” she said aloud to Gena. “Let’s get some drink,” said Jacob. “Drink? But you are only 17 yet, and I am not even 17,” she said, complaining. “I am talking about shakes for you my dear cousin, I am going for vodka,” he said showing his teeth. She rolled her eyes and muttered, “Boys”.

d. At the age of 16, no one is allowed to go inside the club unless you are with someone powerful and my girlfriend is so fucking rich and powerful that she has these privilege. My blood boiled more thinking of our differences until I saw some of my classmates and asked them if they can let me inside of the club.

Braelyn stumbled back, and her butt hit the floor, which made her cry in pain, "Ouch!" Originally, Braelyn was angered by everything that happened today, but before she could stand up, call the person, and demand his apology, the person had disappeared into thin air. "Pathetic!" Braelyn muttered to herself in anger as she entered the club for the first time. The club was in a frenzy mode when she entered. "High level of alcohol, please," Braelyn yelled to the muscular handsome bartender due to the loud playing song. In White Flake Pack, the age of 18 is the legal age to drink alcohol and visit such places as clubs, etc.

“I’m seventeen. I turn eighteen next month.” I let out a soft laugh and gave Arnold a knowing look. “Don’t you have a fake ID or something? Kids come in here all the time.” I winked at Arnold, who sighed and finally stepped aside, shaking his head. As we walked deeper into the club, the atmosphere grew heavier — thick with perfume, sweat, and expensive liquor. The music throbbed louder.

"Maybe you don't watch the news very often. But, yeah, it’s okay. Alright, no need to talk about my marriage life again. Now let's talk about you. Why you came here? I believe I've made a strict rule that no one under twenty is allowed to enter this place. You guys are still eighteen after all." "Hmm ... my friend has an insider." Dominic growled. He needed to discipline all his employees again later. This club was only for visitors of 20 years and over. He didn't want innocent girls like Chalondra to fall into the wrong hands. "Please note that this place is not good for you. Why you came here? What for?" "Class farewell, Sir. I was invited by a friend, so I came." Dominic suddenly slapped

It was a huge story building and the downstairs was used as the club, while there are mainly rooms and restrooms in the upstairs. The other thing that Joyce noticed about the club other than its beauty was the tight security. Everyone that entered had a valid identification card. Teens that are younger than eighteen are not allowed into the club. There are some young girls that were standing in front of the building without identification cards. They were whining and complaining about the rules and how it was not right for the rule to be so strict at the club's launching, but no security paid heed to all they were saying. Joyce and James had entered as soon as they were sighted, even without

"Alright here we go." * Decent club? My foot. Our trio stood infront of the clubs entrance. Big, bold letters written in a red writing, Obsidian Lure. "ID cards?" The bouncer standing in the hallway spoke. We all gave our fake ones, since here in America the legal age of drinking started from 21. He nodded and let us through. "Why do I feel creeped out?" Lin hushed out in the silent hallway as we walked towards the elevator. "Because you saw a girl who was almost naked in her outfit with a whip in her hand." Selena replied nonchalantly.

"I would rather sit here with you and watch some movies or something. Order a pizza, I just really don't feel like going out!" "Sienna, you turned 18 over two and a half months ago, and you have yet to take advantage of the Wednesday night club rule, ladies 18 and older, men 21 and up. And if we go now, we get in for free! So come on!" Sienna finally caved and changed into a cute pair of tight dark denim pants and a low cut white top.