Exclusive Club Novels & Stories

She shrugged. "I thought we f*cking talked about this! You aren't going to meet some broke-a** a**hole who wants to take advantage of Daddy's money—" "Actually, we're going to a very, very exclusive club that only billionaires have access to, so you don't have to worry that we would meet a broke-a** a**hole who wants to take advantage of her because of Daddy's money." I said sweetly. "Which means she'll meet a pompous, arrogant prick with his head up his a** and will definitely take advantage of her innocence." He glared at me.

That's strange, it doesn't feel like a club at all. " There is no sign that a club is in here, no name. It's quite, how will people know about it?" I asked curiously because I don't think they will have customers. " Yeah it's a private underground club for elites. It's not for everyone, it's a membership club and a lot of people can't afford it." " Oh, now I get it. It's for billionaire's." That explains it. " Something like that, it's very private, safe, it's not overly crowded and no one can take your picture or make videos of you with your consent."

Still frowning, I leaned in closer to Eva and whispered, "What’s the difference between parking at the front or back of a boutique? Is there some kind of rule I don't know about?" Eva glanced around before leaning in, her voice low as she whispered back, "What do you mean, what's the difference? Of course, there is one! This isn't just any boutique. It's the boutique—the one all the rich elites go to. Ministers' wives, Lunas, and Alpha daughters shop here. It's exclusive; they don’t just let anyone walk in." They don’t allow just anyone to walk in? Hmm, seems like they’ve forgotten one important detail—I am just anyone.

Cindy took a moment to understand what Cara said, then her eyes widened in realization. "Oooh, you don't know what kind of club this is, do you?" She wondered. "Jason said it was an exclusive club, I just figured it meant more high end." Cara admitted, suddenly feeling dumb. "Ah, but it's not a regular club honey. It's a BDSM club. Very private, only people with connections and big bucks can get in here." "BD what?" Cara shook her head while squinting her eyes in confusion. "Aww you're so cute." Cindy pointed and pinched Cara's nose.

Not that it matters, nothing she says will stop me from wearing it. Her version of “decent” is what I’d call nun attire. She picks out what looks like a full-length gown. Boring. ✧✧✧ And now, here we are at the infamous Daxology Club. An exclusive, members-only establishment catering to the wealthiest and most powerful clans. It’s a blend of a pleasure club and a high-end social hub, though I’m still unsure of everything that goes on here. This is only my second time, after all.

“Do you want me to lend you some clothes too?” I shook my head, instinctively straightening my back, my tone carrying the pride of Eternity Pack’s eldest son. “Your clothes are poorly made and badly tailored. I’ll order custom clothes from VX.” VX was an exclusive international menswear brand that only accepted custom orders, and you couldn’t just pay your way in—you needed a VIP card. Fewer than a thousand people in the world had one. Even Eternity Pack had only one. Families like Joe’s, despite their wealth, couldn’t get one.

PURR CLUBHOUSE The devious music was flooding through the veins and flesh of everyone present, and the dance floor is full to the edges with dancing bodies rolling and rocking together in sin. The exclusive clubhouse is for elites, and that's why bouncers are staged everywhere in the entrances for coordination. There are rooms for darker sins in the inner parts of the club, but those who has zero control could be seen taking each other under the neon lights. The five guys got eye-raped by the girls begging for their dîck as they pushed past the crowd of rich youths in their twenties, searching for Dwan Miller.

Another slide appeared this one detailing the Radiant Club. “This,” I said, pointing at the screen, “is how we earn without harm. The Radiant Club is an exclusive network of companies. We don’t run ads. We don’t push their products. Instead, we highlight their daily offers available only to Radiant users. Some of these offers are local. Others are nationwide. But access to the Radiant Club isn’t open to everyone. We have strict standards. Even so, we receive thousands of applications every day.”

“Exclusive club. Tonight.” I blinked. “What?” “Arian and I won this stupid game last week,” Solange continued. “Long story, involves trivia and a very drunk promoter. Anyway—we got access to LUXE.” Eva’s eyes widened. “No way.” “Yes way.” “Isn’t that the place with the velvet rope and the models?” Eva asked. “And the price tags that induce cardiac arrest,” Arian added, sliding into the conversation from behind Solange. I frowned. “Why are you telling me this?”

“What kind of club would even pay that much?” “Seventh Sin. It’s a new exclusive club in the heart of the city. Only the top five perfect of the wealthy have access. Their grand opening is tomorrow night. The owner will be there. I heard he’s an international business tycoon. If you’re able to impress him, who knows? You might come home with a little extra cash…” *** THE NEXT DAY Mackenzie made the understatement of the century when she called Seventh Sin a luxury club. I look around, my lips slightly parted in awe as I take in the god-level display of wealth. This is luxury and class in its rawest, finest form.