Novel & Cerita Fredinas Nightclub

Once again, I could only curse my boss and clients in my heart. "Hey. Thank you for waiting," I said with a weak smile. "Yes. Did you release a lot of cum?" Fenella asked with her sexy voice. "Yup. You made me weak with your voice. Imagine if we did this for real; you would have drained me completely." I chuckled softly. "Well, be patient. Perhaps there will be another opportunity later," she said slowly. "When?" I asked. "How about next Saturday? I've been invited to the grand opening party of a new nightclub owned by the famous designer Oscar de Ragetti. It turns out my invitation includes a plus one. Are you interested?" she asked.

His tiny caged cock, locked in a pink steel chastity cage for four straight months now, leaked constantly whenever she even whispered about her plans. It was Cindy’s 29th birthday. She had rented out the entire top floor of an exclusive rooftop club in Manhattan that catered to the city’s most discreet high-end swingers and kink community. The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights.

THE loud music, dancing strobe lights, and mixed scents greeted him when he got inside the club. Fernan heaved a deep sigh and sauntered towards the bar counter when he saw Winona waving at him. She was already holding a glass of margarita in one hand. He sat on the stool beside hers. “One whiskey on ice, please,” Fernan told the bartender. “You’re late,” Winona said with pouted lips. “I had to finish some work at the office before leaving.” The bartender shoved the glass of whiskey in his direction. “Thanks.”

“Oh, I’m so excited, I might die.” “Well, the two of you will definitely die if you don’t sober her up immediately,” I snap. Natasha bubbles up a giggle and points to Jenna. “It’s all her fault. The cute bartender was flirting with her and making our drinks super-strong.” Jenna laughs. “I need his number.” “Oh my God. You so do,” Natasha whispers way too loudly. “Shut up!” I snap. “Fucking focus. You have one fucking job. Get Ashley to 10AK nightclub at 10:30 p.m. sober!”

I cock up a brow though I know he can't see me. "You say the weirdest shit, Enzo," Silas dramatically gags on the other line. "I'm calling to see if you still intend to make it tonight." Of course, the Northern Sin. I look down at my watch and see it's already past 7 pm. The Northern Sin is the only club The Black Rose officially owns. It's licensed and shit. Only, behind the scenes, the majority of our business takes place there. Especially the drugs. We have filthy rich regular customers, competitors, and enemies fill the tables and dance floors every night.

I was under the impression that we were going to have a private conversation. “Not at all,” Frederick said, then snapped his fingers. The girls got up from their seats and went into the hallway toward the other VIP rooms. I typically stayed away from the club on the weekends since they were at capacity most nights. Frederick had mentioned to Demetri about hiring dancers for the VIP rooms. To me, it bordered on making the club a little trashier and more like a strip club, but Frederick assured me the girls kept on their clothes the whole time. At least when they were performing. Who knew what they did afterward and I tried not to think about it if I could help it. “Have a seat,” he said, and

I nodded, giving him a reassuring smile before leaving. The nightclub, named the Red Room, was alive with energy. After submitting my ID and ticket, I stepped inside, I was overwhelmed by the loud beats of the music. The room was bathed in crimson light, dancers moved to the rhythm on the crowded floor, waiters weaved through tables, and drunken laughter echoed from every corner. A group of women danced atop a table, their movements were wild and erotic. I whispered to myself. “If my sources are correct, he should be here tonight. But how do I know who he is among this crowd?”

“That is Silas’s idea!” Morgana shouted to her ear as they skipped the line and went through the front door. “He booked the place for 7 days straight! And set a no-man policy. All the girls in the city are here to impress the King and his new friend!” They stepped inside. And found themselves in a fancy nightclub with a dimly lit, industrial-chic interior that was alive with the throb of bass-heavy music. Strobe lights flickered across the dance floor, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the writhing bodies of the dancers.

She needed a quick break. “Freddie, I’m heading to the loo. Can you cover for me?” she called out to the other bartender, who gave her a thumbs-up. “Sure thing. I’ve got it,” Freddie replied, taking over her station. Furina navigated through the dimly lit hallway that led to the restroom. The pulsating lights from the club barely reached the hallway, casting eerie shadows along the walls. Her thoughts were preoccupied with the stress of her recent troubles when a drunken man stumbled into her path.

My mother would probably faint if she saw me wearing it. “You look hot,” Sofia announced proudly. “I look like a bad life choice.” “Same thing.” Despite myself, I laughed. Maybe one night of freedom wouldn’t hurt. Hopefully. The nightclub was chaos. Music pounded through the walls while colored lights flashed over crowded bodies. Rich men. Models. Mafia heirs pretending not to recognize each other. Typical Manhattan nightlife. Sofia dragged me toward the VIP section while I tried not to panic. “Relax,” she shouted over the music.