Host Club Episode 1 Novels & Stories

I paused then added; "At eighteen." Mark gave me a dirty look. "It wasn't my fault I was just you know..." "Shy, I know all about it. Now go ahead and tell me the story." I smiled at him. "Tell it like you were telling one of your dirty stories for your little friends." Mark belonged to a "Club" as he called it where all the members' men and women alike were gorgeous, professional, well off, and sexually dominant. They met once a month, had dinner then sat around swapping dirty stories about their latest conquests. The club was secret and according to Mark had been around for generations.

Her actions reveal her resolute decision, leaving Jax puzzled about Audrey's sudden departure. Audrey arrives at the "Midnight Club" and scans the surroundings, searching for Luke. The club is still in the process of being prepared for the night, with workers sweeping the floors. She spots Luke engaged in conversation with the staff members at the bar. Determined, she strides towards him and directly announces her intention, "I am leaving."

Amelia's POV ~ We arrived at Club X later that evening, It was bumming loudly with music and as Chelsea had said, it seems like some rich dudes are here. I could tell this from the VIP sections, which were crowded. I couldn't see their faces since the light are dim. The dance floor was also filled with people, bodies pressing together, guys touching girls... At a corner, I saw some people making out and not giving a damn about what people think, which made me feel out of place.

The clubhouse has food on the tables, and my belly growls. "Good, you're hungry, but first we are going to clean up and get you checked out," Nick says, heading to our room," After we get some pain meds we are going to sit and talk about everything and I mean everything little one",I nod as he holds me closer and goes to our room. We have a house, but with rogue attacks and threats, all members are here in the clubhouse. I yawn as Nick strips us, and the memories of last night hit. We fucked in the rain. He ate me out in the rain, and it was mind-blowing. "I'm sorry," I say, looking up at him as he washes us.

It just shows up and bites like a bitch. It was meant to be just us girls, in Ming's luxurious living room siting and talking about everything on anything, from cutting home baked cakes and my friends screaming at the top of their lungs, some giddy birthday wishes and gossiping about hot men. But the smooth, calm and peaceful demeanor did not seem to last long as the darkness of the day engulfed us all. And that's when It started.

NV lounge and Bar. In the club, I walked in with nervousness among people who were dancing. I never came to this kind of place before. The first ever club I went to is the Girls Anaheim and I thought it'll be the last one too. I came here not because Chuck invited me but because of Nick. I walked to find Chuck among the crowd but I couldn't spot him anywhere. Let's ask him. I messaged him asking where he is. But he didn't reply to my message.

Now I’m standing in front of her mirror while she fixes her makeup like she’s preparing for war. “Are you ready?” she asks. I look at myself, really look. I don’t see the same girl, something has changed. “I think so,” I say. Clover grins. “That’s my girl.” … The club is different from what I expected. Dim lights, music that vibrates through your chest, people moving like they belong there. Clover leans toward me. “Welcome to your first sin.” I swallow, but I don’t step back. We move deeper into the space. The air feels thicker now, warmer even.

I realized with just a few things I saw that it was Midnight Club, a popular clubhouse that serves as a bar, hotel, and club all three in one, and it was mostly frequented by bikers, racers, and all sorts of hooligans. I know this because I had been here once with Jason, and the shit I saw here wasn't friendly, and it made me want to cringe at the thought of Jettison bringing me here. The hallway was silent as I walked through it, but several broken bottles littered the floor, with drinks and broken items all over the place, a stark reminder of what goes on here, and all the places smell bad. Eww... Finally I stepped out into the cool morning breeze, and as I did, 'his words' suddenly came a

"What a face and a contradicting personality to match." "Maverick! Man! Where are you going this early? The fun is just starting! Do you want to miss the final show?" I stopped on my tracks on the door out when I heard the drunk voice of my pal, Cholo. He is seated on a couch on the side of the club in the middle of two club girls both wearing a dominatrix outfit. His arms were splayed on either side of the waists of the girls while a bottle of liquor was lying on his lap. I remembered Femella's clothes earlier. Thank goodness she wrapped herself carefully. I might have lost all my control over my sanity had I saw her in these same clothes.

I crossed the floor to the bartender who was cleaning a glass and looking nervous. “What is going on?” He winced, “Club Heaven had its opening night tonight.” That didn’t explain it. Nothing would explain this slow of a night. I pulled out my phone and went searching for some sort of information about the opening night. I found the website and grit my teeth as the landing page displayed a live feed from within the club. The place looked packed. The camera panned past Matt every once in a while, who sipped from his tumbler under the strobing lights.