Angel's Dance Club Novels & Stories

"I will not put you in danger, Angel. Daniel is in the hospital. Mathew is in charge. The doctor has a hundred patients to treat. My uncle is occupied. Give me a few hours to take care of you. I … I want to be with you, please don't say no. I am begging you." Angel raised his large hands to frame the side of her neck and face, peering into her teary eyes. Her emotional state got to him and he wanted to tell her she shouldn’t beg for what was hers but he suppressed the feeling. “I can not stay the entire night.” “Angel…” “I have something to do in the pit,” he said. “The pit?” she asked, searching his gaze anxiously. Angel decided to spare her any more agony and ignored the question. “I need

Autumn's cheek immediately turned red in embarrassment. Holy shit. "YES, BABY. That's so good," the woman moaned as his kisses travelled along her creamy legs. He didn't know the name of this woman writhing underneath him. He and his friend just decided to go to Angel’s Club because they were so bored to death. Not until this woman spiced up his night. She’s so good at dancing and grinding. He was so fucking turned on by just looking at her butt cheeks. His hands traveled to her butt cheeks and squeezed them. Ah, her ass feels so soft and firm. The woman moaned again and his cock hardened even more. Fuck it. Her moans sound heavenly.

The club left me speechless. We walk into the club, passing the bouncer at the door. As we stepped inside, many types of bright and yellow light sparkled. On the dance floor, several men and women are dancing. It’s extremely loud. People are dancing and moving across the floor to loud music. Walking in here is like entering a different world. This is a completely different world for me. "Come on, ladies. Angel insists on going to the bar. We went with her to the pub. "Have you ever consumed alcohol or liquor?" Amira inquires.

I muttered, and helped Angel up on her butt. The doctor arched her eyebrows. “You call that trying your best? Come on, you're excellent at this, your kids will be even luckier to have you as their father.” The way back to the hotel was rather quiet. “Is everything alright, babe?” I queried with a frown on my face. Angel stared out the window. “I want to go to the beach, and dance. I don't feel sexy wearing this.” She picked her dress’ fabric with her nails. As much as I wanted to laugh, I didn't want to get into her bad books.

Emma told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Emma’s order to her. Emma spun around in her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the club’s special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact that it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Emma felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got off her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Emma

It contrasted artistically with the wash of red in the circular area of the club, illuminating the black bar counter, the glittery curtains on the stage, and the barely-dressed humans with stiff fake wings and halos. "Angels?" he spluttered, facing Kat. "But last time, they were not dressed—or stripped down—like this." "Well, they're going to open in half an hour," she said knowledgeably. "Also, it's Friday. They do themes on Fridays, according to the taste of the highest tipper of the previous week." Calix nodded in understanding, then he paused, eyes narrowed. "Wait. How do you know all that?" Kat shifted uncomfortably. "Let's just say I'm a semi-regular customer."

Angel regretted everything, he regretted getting attached to Aramide, meeting Acacely and even leaving his home, People say the devil you know is better than the angel you don't know - They were so right. Angel strolled into a club, the music was loud. Everyone was dancing, each person was completely engrossed in their own lives, some drunk, others high and some were just here to get away, the truth was, everyone was running away from something - Someone. Unfortunately for Angel he was running away from his own life. "One shot of vodka please" He asked the bar man the moment he had managed to navigate his place. ***************************

I hesitated for a moment before slowly spinning. “Can she dance?” he asked Mia. “I’ll train her,” Mia replied confidently. “She’ll be ready in no time.” Dan studied me again. Then he nodded. “Alright.” My heart skipped. “She can work here at Club Paradise.” Relief spread across Mia’s face immediately. “She’s beautiful,” Dan added. “The customers will love her.” Mia squealed in excitement and threw her arms around me. “It’s official!” she said. “You’re now a Paradise Angel.”

I was going to kill them anyways, but it was nice that our little circle was in agreement. Tuesday night we hit a new restaurant/club in town to celebrate our progress. It looked like we just might pull this off. Good food, good whiskey, and a good fuck was all I needed and this week would be perfect. Everything seemed perfect until I was sitting at a lounge watching everyone dance and saw a blond Angel. Same height, same tiny figure, and a dress with no back. I needed to distract my mind and fucking quickly.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.