Gatcha Club Novels & Stories

"That's... different from security work." Here it was. The conversation we'd have to have eventually. "Club Gold is owned by our brother-in-law, Damien," I explained. "But we're investors and part owners. It's a private club for people interested in BDSM and alternative lifestyles." I watched for her reaction. Fear? Disgust? Curiosity? She just nodded slowly. "I wondered. The storage room where I was hiding, some of the equipment..."

But sitting in her childhood bedroom staring at her phone felt worse. “Sure. Where?” “Eleve Mall. You know it?” Ava knew it by reputation. The kind of place where celebrities shopped and normal people window-shopped. “I will find it.” “Great! See you at noon.” After Rebecca hung up, Ava turned toward home. At least now she had something to do besides check her phone every five minutes. ----- Eleve Mall looked like something from a magazine. All glass and marble, with fountains and trees inside like an expensive garden. Rebecca was waiting by the entrance, waving when she saw Ava approach.

he said "Next question. What's the code for the weapon vault?" Easy! Whip-cream, girls and money....955. Count the letters in the word! Only Geovanni would think of putting such a code! "You think they'd tell me something like that if they don't tell me about the lab?" I asked fiercely He stiffened a little. Keep going Royalty! "Point taken." he said "They own a club and we've been trying to find them. Which club is it?" Eeeassssyyyy! Aquaria Club Galaxy!

Just then I noticed a club a bit far off at the other side of the street. Some tattooed men were hanging around on the outside and sm*king c*garettes while chatting and some minded their own business. Soon after I saw a group of ladies with inappropriate clothes walk into the club. I looked up for the name of the sign at the top of the club. On it was written "Mama G's." So that means the club is owned by a woman? That's the place. Maybe I'll be able to discuss business with her. I stood up and made to cross the road. Once I got to the other side I walked to where the club was but two men tattooed men, who were standing on either side of the entrance, blocked my way.

he said and went upstairs “Looks like everything is going perfectly” Lucifer said behind her “It’s excellent” she said smiling – she was used to his creepiness “I want you to buy a club in town” “which club?” she asked “It’s called Queen luxury” he said “Queen luxury? It’s a new club and I don’t think the owner would wanna sell quick” “Confront the manger and inform him you want to buy the club for 100 million the owner wouldn’t refuse” “What? 100 million for that club? It’s not even that dope” she said

MAY 2017 Crowded at the last event held at CLUB 20 Tokyo Japan. This is the last performance of the three for Ongaku Company which is their first Agency. It wasn’t a big event and it was just an ordinary performance for three. But as their contract ends here, they want it to be a nice and orderly performance. "The 80's to 90's night here at Club 20 Tokyo Japan!" Exclaimed Manager Maichael. "KAMPAI!" Lucifer said and cheered as well as Azza and Phoenix. "Cheers to forever young! Happy Birthday Phoenix!" Azza shouted and just wanted to bathe Lucifer with Sparkling wine.

Mother of the fucking year hands down. But tonight, was a fucking party and with glittery flakes of ecstasy raining down like snow on their heads, there was no room for such dark thoughts. Patrons stuck out their tongues to catch the flakes. It was the second gift from The Cobra Club tonight, free of charge marking the exact time the club pulled in its first twenty grand opening night.

Then, she glared at Charlie and groaned, “Charlie, you’ve come to the wrong place today! This is the Moore family’s newly opened high-end Glorious Club and today is its soft launch. The invited guests are all prominent figures in the city. How dare you sneak in here and create trouble! Aren’t you afraid that the security guards are going to drag you out and beat the crap out of you?” Charlie wore an innocent expression on his face. “I’m a member here, why would the security guards want to beat me?” Jeffrey sneered. “Are you f*cking messing with me now? There are only four membership tiers here, Classic, Silver, Gold, and VIP! You are none of these four, how dare you claim that you are a memb

Latota’s POV: The club was thriving as usual. When the right things are put in place, it's only natural that it attracts clients your way. My club was specific in its services and my major clientele comes from the few with specific needs like me. By nature, I feed on the aura of men and every other supernatural creature. All that is required is the good old exchange of services. I make you happy, and in turn, I zap a little of their auras. Then there are the precautions not to allow them back more than three times in two weeks. The lady thing I needed was anybody dropping dead in my club.

Thank the Goddess—someone shut him down. They start roasting Jai about his dry spell since breaking up with Sadie two months ago. He’s been dying of blue balls ever since. We drink a little, eat some steak the omegas sent up, and then head to the club. The Claw is a shifter-only club on the edge of Artemis territory, popular for a reason. Between the red rooms, alcoves, and balconies, it’s basically hookup central. Not that alphas and betas-in-waiting like us can partake, but watching? Entirely allowed.