Fight Club Aesthetic Novels & Stories

He's a good liar. Jax pulled back the microphone. "So, nothing is going on between you two?" He asked. "No." Liam and I both said at the same time. Some of the guys started whistling and yelling for me. Jessie P.O.V. I was hiding in the fight club with the guys. We all wore jeans with hoods or hats to cover our faces. We stood in the back. I looked up when the guy in charge announced that a girl was trying to become their newest fighter. My eyes literally popped out of my head when I saw Julie in the cage with a guy that could eat her whole.

Just another place where men came to vent their sleazy desires. Yes, the newly opened Fight Club in the lower level attracted a fair share of the revenue. Especially since one of the owners, a burly grey-haired man called Gaston St. Claire regularly participated in the fights. It was said that he took pleasure out of beating his opponents to a pulp in the ring. The man was taciturn and was known to be dangerous. In the week that I had been here, I had seen him just once, a cold-eyed cruel-looking man, built like a bull, a man who sent a shiver of fear down my spine. Shuddering, I had already decided to stay out of his way. Rumour had that he had killed men with his bare hands. Not that I had

He knelt on the floor, eyes bloodshot, clutching the hem of my dress. "Principessa, what does that scarred stray have that I don't?" ... I'd had too much to drink tonight. I was wasted. Now, I was sitting in the VIP stands of an underground fight club, chewing on an unlit cigarette to steady my nerves. A fight club fixer sidled up to me, his face a mask of flattery. He lowered his voice. "Looking for a little excitement, I assume?" "As it happens, I've got a real beast, fresh from the deathmatches. He's guaranteed to help you blow off some steam."

The roar of the underground fight club was deafening as Roxy Kane stepped back into the chain-link octagon for the championship match. Three brutal fights. Three devastating losses. Three savage locker-room gangbangs that had left her body aching, her holes swollen and sensitive, and her mind cracked open with a dangerous mix of humiliation and addictive hunger. Her platinum-blonde hair was still damp with sweat and cum, her skin marked with handprints, bite marks, and fading red welts. She wore only a tiny black sports bra and shorts that did nothing to hide the thick outline of her futa cock or the way her pussy still leaked from earlier abuse.

Dim, crimson lights bathed the room in an alluring glow, casting shadows that danced with every movement. The club was divided into different sections, each offering a unique experience. The dance floor, located at the heart of the club, was alive with bodies swaying to the music. Men with chiseled physiques walked shirtless, their muscles rippling with every move, while women showcased their confidence in alluring lingerie sets. The club's dim lighting added an air of mystique, allowing glimpses of bare skin and the subtle play of shadows.

The ones who do like fighting such as Denton, Shay, Maxwell, and Philo are deviants of the worst kind. Denton appears to have gathered himself a crew of like-minded bastards. He strokes his black beard and tells them the best way to torture an opponent, man or woman and they look on like he is a deity. Death holds no meaning for them anymore, their kicks come only from causing pain to others. All of them are hugely fearsome men, eager to build further muscles through over-eager grunting and lifting in the gymnasium. Seeing as nearly every prize is already dead after less than a week, they have only exercise to vent their sick imaginations on.

He looks at me. “That was today with Zane, but he ran after I tried.” “I ran because you made me break the damn rules.” He laughs slightly. “Next up to auction off for Children First Society is Emmi’s Club.” I turn, hearing the auctioneer speak, and Dante laughs. “What is that?” I stare at Dante. “It’s a woman’s only fight club. I set it up this week. You might want to fight for it. Don’t you lose it, sugar, or your ass will be worse.” He winks at me.

Making deals. Crow thought taking a step back from running the perimeters, fighting with intruders meant I’d gone soft. He insisted we constantly keep in shape and it was hard to deny him that. But a hotel gym and treadmill wasn’t cutting it. Dane’s match was basically a joke, he’d flattened the male in less than three minutes. He only took some superficial cuts that would be healed by morning. I doubted I would be so lucky. But let me show up for this meeting tomorrow with some cuts and bruises, it’ll serve as a good warning that I’m not soft. I absolutely can still fight.

Gary looks at us hugging in the elevator and throws a bucket of cold water on me by saying: “Love is beautiful, but in a few minutes we are going to the gym to practice, okay, Sickle?” I grunted. “You a real cock block, Gary.” He did his fake good guy face and we both laugh. I know well enough that I have to dedicate myself to getting ready, this fight is going to be even harder than the other one and I can’t relax. I have to keep myself biting the octagon, focused, that’s the only way I’ll be able to get back to the oficial UFC circuit.

Until we got here, with masks and ofcourse, Ava Dolled me up today as well, Jane had forced us to go shopping and got me revealing clothes, they said i was as young as they were so there was no reason why i should act like a grandma. Finding out our location was an underground fight club freaked me out, i hated violence but the three girls relished in it, with the way they all rejoiced and chanted whenever a blow was given to one of the fighters showed that, the club was filled up to the brim with people, all with different types of masks, some betting, some drinking, some smooching. “Did you see how White mask entered the ring? Gods! The things i’d let that guy behind the mask do to me.” Mi