Host Club Episode 1 Novels & Stories

9PM The Void Club Khaid’s routine on a non-mission night was clockwork. At 9:00 PM, he would arrive at The Void Club, a venue he partially owned, using it as a discrete command center and social surveillance hub. This time, he didn't enter as the bubbly life of the party. He entered through a private service entrance, bypassing the main crowd, and went directly to his secluded booth overlooking the main floor. The club was a dizzying blend of flashing lights, expensive clientele, and heavy, pulsating electronic music.

The club was quiet at this hour, the front doors locked. The faint smell of spilled alcohol, cleaning solution, and stale sweat lingered in the air. Cleaning staff mopped the floors, the wet swish of mops and the clink of broken glass punctuating the silence. One worker was on all fours, scrubbing a stubborn bloodstain with forceful strokes. I frowned my customers knew I had zero tolerance for fighting. The last thing I needed was police attention. This was an exclusive club, my clientele understood the rules. So how the fuck had a fight broken out?

A fat dude on a settee exclaimed with a mouthful of burgers. Amanda’s eyes stung with unshed tears as she shook her head in disbelief. Melanie was about to hit Ryan, but Nicki grabbed her hand. Just then, three motorcycles zoomed into the hall with a perfect entrance, grabbing the attention of every single person in the club. It was the Wild Hogs team .... One of the popular motorcycle clubs in college. It’s strange that they showed up at a normal bar…

Because if they knew the truth, that I was masturbating in my office like a horny, fucking teenager for my secretary, it would be an HR incident waiting to happen. As soon as I finish my work day, I go to the club so I can work out some of my sexual frustration. I hate that Lauren doesn’t remember me. I hate that we’ve lost so much time. I hate that I will do whatever it takes to get her back. Because I made up my mind the minute that I saw her in that office that I am going to get her back. When I enter the club, the hostess, a pretty blond girl whose got given name is Eve but goes by Duchess, at least on her nametag, smiles at me when I enter. “Hello, Boss. What do you want tonight?”

I didn't bother going to her apartment, because I won't find her there, so I carried my bag here. The settings of the clubhouse is enough to tell you that the house is meant for the rich. As I walked into the fascinating clubhouse, I was welcomed with illuminating purple and red lights. The smell of sweat, alcohol, perfume and even sex hung in the air making me cringe my nose. I can see the strippers on the dance floor in expensive lingerie as they dance sexily entertaining their customers. There are men in the booths, and also women in very revealing dresses entertaining them. I don't know why Katelyn chose to work in a place like this, but I can't stop her. It's her life.

I don't even want to know what he's talking about, but I hope the conversation lasts until we make it to the club, because hearing Claude give me life lessons is the last thing I want. Finally, the car stops in front of "Místico." Salvador told us that we wouldn't have a problem getting in the club, and per his promise, we're granted entry and guided through a side hallway that's dim in lighting. Penny and Claude are on guard. I could care less; I just want to get this shit over with. And Claude and Penny notice this, too. I'm starting to think that Claude resents Leslie for having this crippling, annoying and uncontrollable feeling over me.

Normal service after another, laughs, tense arousal in the room, if necessary lap dance on top of a ragging hard-on or something similar, and money streaming in but one thing was sure, there would be no sex, just like before, and the day before-before. "We are here," Chloe said whilst parking her car in the best place ever. We went inside the club and like always, erotic music playing, and hot and gorgeous guys were almost everywhere. After hanging around a little bit, I was about to head to the elevator when my eyes caught a guy. He was laughing with a group of friends. His shirt was unbuttoned and a body well made that could make the Greekgods swear was exposed to the light glistening. I c

Cj was their go-to club/drinking spot and Claudia was the only of her friends who was crazy enough to accept an offer to meet there so late. A minute later her phone beeped. It was a text back from Claudia. “See you in thirty.” She quickly hit her wardrobe in search of her club wear. She wanted the sluttiest she could find. She wouldn't be able to wear it much longer anyway. She took a cab and headed to the club. As she got in, her pulse thrummed with anticipation or maybe it was the whiskey kicking in. Heavy bass music was blasting through the club speakers rattling her bones as disco lights flickered everywhere.

**Natasha’s POV** Clubhouse Texas. Friday, 15th April, 2022. 10:15PM. “Another glass of vodka, please,” I whispered to the bartender. My head was spinning, and the room seemed to split into two, making it hard to tell what was real. I knew I shouldn’t be drinking because I can’t handle alcohol, but I didn’t care. The bar was noisy with people enjoying themselves, but I was completely different. I didn't want to know what was going on because I hadn't come for fun but to forget my heartbreak.

This club is really worth the hype and she tried her best to stay as reserved as she could. She was feeling lonely as she joined them in the dinning table, she doesn't have any friend, and the ones she managed to talk with like Mariya, haven't been granted access into the club, so she stuck with eating slowly. At the end of the long dining table, the host, Susanna, most impeccably dressed, with Queen Bee at her right and Mr Sky at the left raised a toast to celebrate the coming together of different calibers and everyone raised a toast to affirm that.