Cerita Klub Malam Novels & Stories

It's 6:00 pm and the girls of the club are having a rehearsal at the stage. It's the 5th year anniversary Desiderium bar and club. The secret exclusive bar for the Powerful man in the Philippines. But it was hidden by the name of the Desiderium club for rich kids. " Girls! Make it soft! The movement was all stiff! And NO ONE WILL EAT!" The dance instructor yelled as she looked at the Girls who's sneakily having a bite of sandwich.

I moaned loudly, legs wrapping around him as he fucked me deep and fast. “Harder,” I gasped. “I need it rough tonight.” He gave it to me, pounding into me until the couch creaked. I came hard, crying out his name, but in the back of my mind I kept hearing the stranger’s distorted voice. After we finished, I lay on his chest, tracing circles on his skin. “Elias…” I said softly. “I heard about a place. The Midnight Club. People say it’s exclusive… dark… exciting. I want to go with you.”

Fabian swallowed an imaginary lump in his throat, for a moment he regretted asking him but it’s already too late to take it back. Markus was speechless. He knew that club, it’s a high-end strippers club. He had been there once and never went back because the drinks were so expensive. It’s a billionaire’s den. “Ah-h, it’s located across Masera St., sir. It’s a 4-story building that operates only from 8 in the evening until dawn.” Markus wondered if his boss was interested in going to that club. He had never seen him go to clubs like that. Fabian Romano had very high standards when it came to women.

The Wood girl. Three weeks ago.. Third person’s POV The night was cold. This was due to the fact that Day Club was built on a hill close to Malibu beach. It was the most expensive club in the city and tonight, Bethany Wood wanted to try it out. Her day has been shitty and looks like the night will be shitter.

Their enthusiastic chatter was a soothing balm to my rattled nerves, a much-needed distraction from the enigma that was my day. I blinked at my friends in surprise, my brain taking a moment to process Cathy's words. "Clubbing? Tonight?" I asked, my voice echoing my disbelief. In all my years at the wolf kingdom, clubbing in the human multiverse was something we'd only ever dreamt about, discussing it in hushed whispers late into the night. "Yes, Kiara! We've been planning this for weeks. Tonight's the night we're going to have a blast in the human multiverse. Earth has the best clubs, you know!" Cathy exclaimed, her eyes lighting up at the thought.

But she immediately puts a blank look on her face before walking ahead of us. "She needs to stop being so stubborn before he completely walks away" Tori says as Liam wraps his arm around her waist as we all start to walk inside. I'm amazed at how nice the club looks for tonight. There's a big ass banner hanging above the bar that says 'HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY SLATER!' There's girls here I've never seen before. I look at Malachi with a questioning look. "They're from one of my other clubs kitten. They just wanted the extra money from tonight" he explains as these beautiful half dressed women start to crowd the bachelors. I see our own girls dancing their numbers on the various stages around the c

“I just want to cry into my pillow and die quietly.” She yanked the blanket away. “Denied. You’re coming out. Because my man Rafe scored us guest passes to the Midnight Pleasure Club." I blinked. “The what now?” Mala turned to grin at me like she’d just announced we won the lottery. "You heard me. Midnight Pleasure. The club. The one with the secret list, the masked billionaires, the burlesque stage shows, the BDSM rooms—yeah, that one." My eyes widened. “You want to take me to a sex club?”

“Master of Tears, Mr. Malcom would like to meet you at the bar.” As I take my card back, I open the doors to the club. It looked like a slow night tonight, so I wondered if he wanted me to perform. They usually drew a large crowd, aspiring men wishing to learn a thing or two or husbands and wives needing something to help rekindle their love life.

This was only the second day. And already, things felt complicated. Too complicated. A whole year of this? Three hundred and sixty-something days of pretending, of proximity, of tension like that? He let out a dry laugh. “This is going to be a problem,” he added quietly. *********** (MAMA CLARA CLUB) Mama Clara Club was the complete opposite of everything the Harrington world represented. The air was thick with alcohol, music blasting from speakers that had clearly seen better days. Colored lights flickered across the room, illuminating bodies dancing too close, laughter mixing with slurred conversations.

She shook her head like someone replaying old memories they wished they could erase. “That’s what the club does to most of the girls,” She told him quietly. “That’s how it works for them.” Luca turned to her, confused and maybe a little angry at whatever truth she was about to drop on him. “What do you mean?” He asked. “She’s following him like she knows him.” Carol stepped closer to the window, her voice dropping into a tone that sounded tired and older, somehow. “At night,” She answered, “they entertain men who come in with their wallets and their empty lives. Men who want to be touched, looked at and wanted. The club makes money off that.”