4 Clock Club Novels & Stories

Boss,the meeting…” The group of employees were left looking at each other in disbelief. The man turned his head to glare at him and said, "Go to Club Phantom." Bruno was confused. The meeting was not over yet, why were they rushing to a club? ********* Vanessa took Andrea to skate around the center square before going to the club. Phantom club was the biggest entertainment club in the city. It was 8:00 p.m,a time when the wine was lively and the smell of alcohol and nicotine was everywhere in the air.

"Justin will be at the clubhouse." Aaron gave a single nod. He didn't ask why Justin was awake at four in the morning, or why a billionaire's wife needed to see a gang vice-president in the dead of night. A few blocks later, the thumping bass of a jukebox and the aggressive, unmistakable roar of Harley engines echoed down the street. We turned the final corner, and the Midnight Reapers' clubhouse came into view. A dozen massive motorcycles were parked in a neat row out front. As always. A few patched members were standing near the metal gates, smoking cigarettes and laughing around a burning trash barrel.

CURTIS The heavy bass of the music shook the floor, vibrating up my legs as I stepped into the dimly lit club. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and expensive cologne—an overwhelming mix that made my nose twitch in distaste. Multicolored lights flickered and pulsed in rhythm with the music, casting erratic shadows across the dance floor where bodies moved in sync. Clubbing wasn't exactly my idea for unwinding or celebrations. But Clint had insisted on this place, claiming it had the “right atmosphere” for us to celebrate the progress of the Penthouse Project our partnership brought to life.

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.

They all drove right to a different location. Armando's car pulled up in front of the Club Lilith. It was his place, a spot he owned right here in Canada. The time was just 7:43 pm, but the club was already buzzing with loud music and lustful men. The strippers were already at the pole doing their things. Everyone was so engrossed in the dancers that they hadn't noticed his arrival. The air was filled with the scent of perfume and the sound of old men cheering loudly.

I shrug instead. When I get to the middle of the main clubroom. I see the open box. Finished touches are being made and I steady myself by looking up at the large black square hole from where it was unhooked down. The club has three floors. Gotta try to meet demand somehow. I've been considering buying another building close by, but I haven't made up my mind. And the stupid lady's hiking the price because she knows I'm a millionaire. My eyes stray to the clock at the far end of the clubroom. Then the room goes dark. Mummers start, some excited and some confused. Tonight, all eyes will be on the guys. Leon and Green, because I know they won't bring Kale.

My heart sank as I quickly looked around for a clock. Twelve p.m. Oh shit! Madam was going to scold me again! I quickly showered and wore my training outfit, burst out the door and ran down the hall. My heart hammered when I barged into the club, eyes landing on everyone who suddenly gave their attention. Madam V turned around, scanning me with an unreasonable look on her face but the girls, they frowned so hard I was worried their brows would fall off. “S-Sorry, I-I didn't know the time. I forgot to set an alarm,” I stuttered, pinching my fingers.

By the time I'm done, it's about 11 pm, and I'm more than ready to have the time of my life tonight. It takes me about 30 minutes to locate the club because, for some reason, it's located in a hidden place. On a normal day, it blends so well with the other offices located there too. But it's said to be the best club and even has a rating of 4.5, quite impressive, right?

The clock on the wall ticked softly in Elena’s room. She lay sprawled across her bed, legs tangled in her sheets, phone pressed tightly against her ear. Ryan’s deep voice poured through the line, smooth and rich, curling through her veins like warm liquor, she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “So,” she said, trying to sound casual, “the group decided. We’re hitting Club Noire this Saturday night. A proper post-exam blowout.”

Thaddeus drew back on his jacket’s sleeve to check the time on his watch. Eight fifty-five pm, it said. The address to the club put it at the city limit; it was going to be a long ride. According to Erica, the festivities won’t begin till near midnight, giving him plenty of time to arrive and get comfortable.