Angel's Dance Club Novels & Stories

Angel stood up from her seat and went among the dancing people. Angel removed her navel so that his long and beautiful hair fell down. Angel also removed her cloak and opened the two buttons of her vest as if she were being washed. Angel raised both of her arms above her head and waved her hands. Twisting and turning while grinding down like a madman stroking his hair, Angel noticed that the people dancing had moved aside to give him a wide space. Angel suddenly felt something on his waist, and when he turned his gaze to it, he immediately noticed a hand wrapped around it.

An angel among sinners. A beautiful brunette with black hair and a white dress was dancing to the sensual music, grinding seductively to every beat. She moved to the rhythm, hypnotizing me. I realized I wasn't the only one who noticed her; several men had stopped just to watch her dance. The angel in the middle of the dance floor suddenly looked at me, as if she could feel my attention amidst the crowd. I watched, fully aroused, as the dirty girl slid her hands up her glorious legs, over her stomach, and up to her generous breasts, giving me a vivid, fucking clear mental image of what it would be like if it were my hands touching her. My dick, hard as a rock, made me shift uncomfortably. I t

ANGEL'S POV: All my life, I've only ever been a good girl. You know, the type that never parties, never swears, never gets naughty and too damn nice for her own good. Yes, my very existence puts the ugly B in boring. And maybe that was exactly why I'd burned up my usual Friday schedule and had spontaneously agreed to the crazy idea of going clubbing with Nadia and Sage. In my defense, those two girls would rather suck on poisoned cactus than take no for an answer. The craziest part of it all was that of all the exclusive five-star clubs in Las Vegas, my friends had picked this one.

"I'm ready" "ok, you see this girl on the screen, her parents just died in an accident but she was saved, she has a great future but without the help of an Angel, she will be led astray, you have to guard her for 18 years and if your past, I will send you to earth as a human angel to guard the human of your chosen" 18 years is a lot by then Vegas has grown, but I will come back to guard him as a human and I can be able to interact with him "ok" she smiles

They talked about getting intel on where their money and support were coming from. "Ok brothers, bar opens at 7pm or you can hang here at the clubhouse where the bar is open 24/7. It's Saturday night so if you chose our bar you'll be in for a good show. Our head bartender Angel drives the men wild. She puts on a good show too." He explained. "But I'll warn you she's our property under our protection and wears our cut. She's not an old lady or kid of the club. Angel is special and was adopted by the club. She's off limits unless she says otherwise, got it?" Mav warned.

Angelo calls out Like I thought he wants to know if he heard me right "Sì, Angelo go now!" Club Synergy, is known mainly for its underground sex dungeon that only gives passage to VVIP customers and their plus one. Also, they can pick from the main club if interested. The majority of the people that go there a lot know what the club is for and today... Fuck today is a fucking Friday! They get to pick eight lucky people if they're interested, four males and four females to go to the dungeon for a fun night. And I can bet my left testicle that figlio di puttana Jeremiah knows what's going on.

I screamed, throwing a leg in the air. Here goes nothing. I gulped as they cheered, laughing as we walked into the familiar dimly lit club. The familiar odour of weed, sweet and alcohol assaulted my senses, sending me staggering back as the Kai held me to steady me. Jordan sashayed over to the bartender, requesting for our usuals as Angel walked up to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She blushed a little, covering her face as she grabbed his in her arms, shoving her tongue down his throat.

"Sir Rocco... Angel did perform. But... Angel isn't a woman." I froze as the noise of the club, the distant bass, the chatter of the dancers…it all seemed to go silent, replaced by a high-pitched ringing in my ears. I let out a sharp bark of laughter. It sounded manic, even to my own ears. "You’re mistaken," I said, the words feeling like lead in my mouth. "I saw her. I saw the curves, the hair, the face. She's a woman." "Angel is a man, sir," Rita said firmly, though her voice trembled. "He’s the club’s latest lady boy performer. A specialist in silk gymnastics. He's... he's a man."

I know going to a club would be dangerous, especially for someone like me who had never tasted alcohol before, but I needed to forget, to get all the pain out of my chest even if its just for a short time. Shooting up from my bed, I quickly got dress in jeans and simple T-shirt before grabbing my phone and walking out of Angel's apartment, thankful that she wasn't around to stop me. *** The music was loud against my ears and the air was filled with the stench of sweat and alcohol. A lot of people were dancing and grinding on each other and they were others who stood at the entry corridor, making out without a care in the world. The sight had terrified me the first time I came to a club, but

with the other five angels working tonight, all of them getting ready. The preparation was extensive. Full body waxing. Makeup applied to perfection. Hair styled. Bodies oiled until their skin gleamed. Each angel wore the same uniform: a black silk robe that would be removed the moment they entered their assigned stations. "Room assignments," announced Mistress Katrina, the club's manager....a severe woman in her fifties who ran The Obsidian with military precision. "Maya, you're in the Velvet Room tonight. We have eighteen members booked for gloryhole service between 9 PM and 2 AM. Think you can handle that?"