Eltingville Club Show Novels & Stories

“Yeah sure, it can.” “Then, after that must I still join another club?” “Of course, I have to join another club." Vivian Replied. I think Elyn should join the club. “Then what club has the most leisure time or activity schedule?” Elyn's question sounds even more ridiculous. It was not at all strange to hear Elyn's question. Vivian thought, then pointed at Carol. “Club JCW-Fc.” A pair of eyebrows of Elyn hooked, looking in the direction Vivian pointed. “What is JCW-Fc? Sounds like a football federation." Said Elyn.

Walking into the club, all eyes were on Ellie. She dressed so elegantly that no man could resist her. She looked around in search of Clinton and when she finally set her eyes on him where he was seated, she smiled. ‘Hello, beauty. You look so stunning’, Clinton said, ravaging Ellie’s body with his eyes. ‘Thanks for the compliment’, Ellie said, taking her seat. ‘I heard you no longer work at Cheetahs. Seems like you have levelled up. That is quite evident on your body’, Clinton said, rolling his tongue.

Gary replied. Her heart hummed, what the hell was Gary talking about? "I've never mentioned saying anything about Transcity Club, why seek me out there? We'd mentioned Ty's Tea and Coffee was our hangout," her finger shook. The air suddenly felt stuffy, Elaine unzipped the rest of her front gown downward, exposing a sizable view of her breasts. "Elaine, you should get about your business," Lelia interrupted, strutting into the changing room. "I'll be done soon, just give me a minute," Elaine nodded to her.

I said and we laughed. “I kind of like this idea,” Russel said. “I’d join your club.” “I’m actually really considering it,” I said. “The Reapers Montana?” Levi asked me. “There’s already a Reapers club in Montana,” I said and smiled. It was a great day filled with stories and laughter and Malcolm stayed behind after everyone had left. Thalia and Levi had helped Jo carry all the dishes back to the house and Malcolm helped me with the chairs. Jo made coffee for me and Malcolm after Levi and Thalia had left and we sat at the counter.

"I've been watching the other guys check out your body. You have the most amazing body in the room!" "Okay, if that's true... and if you weren't my dad," Ellie leans even closer, exposing more of her compressed cleavage, "would you choose my boobs over anyone else's in the room?" "Absolutely!" Chuck's eyes are locked on the swell of his daughter's tits as she breathes. Ellie is watching a couple who have been dancing in a dimly lit corner of the club, obviously engaging in more than dancing, out of view of the rest of the customers.

Everything that could be seen could be managed. Inside, the room was all velvet and hush, expensive laughter stitched like thread through the seams. Elias had chosen the private club for the view and the clientele: men who liked to imagine they ruled the city because they could see it. Decanters sweated on low tables. The jazz was quiet enough to eavesdrop over. “Marcellus,” Elias drawled, turning his whiskey in a tight circle as if charming a snake. “Tell me something real. You’ve had the same expression on since we were twenty. We’re not at the academy anymore. You can unclench.”

Elliot's handsome face showed a strange smile, one hand in his trouser pocket, politely walking towards the man outside the door: "I didn't expect Mr. Milan to be interested in such a large-scale party." Milan's phoenix eyes were indifferent, standing still in place, staring at Elliot who was walking towards him step by step: "Let's go out and relax a bit, parties are like this everywhere." "Relax? Oh, have you encountered something that's holding you back lately?" Elliot said: "I invite you to Paradise Club to play a bit?" Milan's deep black phoenix eyes suddenly narrowed, staring at Elliot... He knew that Club Paradise was his... Elliot was provoking him.

Elliot POV Spencer Davies dragged me to a luxury club in the heart of the city, a place where only gentlemen with six zeros in their bank accounts could even dream of entering. The air was thick with wealth and arrogance as we stepped inside, the dim lighting casting a golden glow over polished wood and leather. A group of guys was sprawled out on plush sofas, their eyes glued to a massive screen blaring some sport, drinks in hand and smoke from exotic herbs swirling around them. At least there weren’t any obscenities or naked women around—small mercies, I suppose.

Ardiel said with a forced smile. “That’s just right. I also have something to tell you,” Eloise replied calmly. “But let’s start with yours first.” “It’s nothing important. I just wanted to see you,” Ardiel said, trying to sound kind and gentle. Eloise had her doubts but chose not to comment. She didn’t rush and slowly laid out her point. “Many people go to the beauty club Elaine runs, but we both know it’s not really because of her. It’s because of the name Cosmo and I carry.”

Claude asked, looking at her from the rear-view mirror. “Yeah. We miss staying in your apartment, I miss the smell of cake in the morning.” Vince chimed, without peeling his eyes off his game. “No problem. It’s been a while since we hung out. So, what would it be? Fortnite?” Ellie asked. She’s not much of a gamer but she could beat her brothers in a game of Fortnite any time. “Game on! Vince, check Ryo if he can join us.” Claude asked. “Hey, don’t bug him. He needs his rest.”