Host Club の小説・ストーリー

“You do remember Jen and I are under twenty-one, right?” “Oh, that doesn’t matter. The owner of the club is a sanguidae, so the place mostly caters to supernaturals,” he says conspiratorially, “He’s pretty lax about the age thing unless you’re human. It’s a bit of a drive away, but it’s worth it.” “I don’t know,” I say unenthusiastically, “Jen and I just aren’t really club-going people.” “Aww, please? It’ll be fun!” He cheers, giving me a tap on the arm.

It's a tan colour but I can't get the right shade and I have to leave soon to go to the club. "I can do this tomorrow," I say to myself as I stand up from my little stool and put away the supplies. I change into some clothes that aren't covered in paint and get my bag with everything I need. I'm meeting Will and Cole in the subs room tonight so we can chat before we go and find a Dom for the night. Well Cole has his husbands Nathan and Marcus, so he's already got some people for the night. The club we go to is called Club Sin, it's a gay bdsm club where kinky guys can indulge in their dirtiest fantasies without judgement. Some people have contracts where they are in a Dom/sub relationship wh

Sighing heavily, Chloe submitted and nodded a little, watching as her friend gave her a doleful smile before Katie stood, leaving Chloe to sink back into the welcome confines of sleep. Chloe wasn’t sure how long she was asleep for when Chloe got the urge to pee but the room was now empty and the sun was dipping down, casting hues of pinks, purples and peach through the small windows. No doubt all the girls were at the club, serving drinks or putting on a show for eager males willing to part with cash to see some unmated and virgin flesh. Chloe had grown numb to the leering looks of the males that frequented the club. Most were high-rollers with plenty of cash to burn and couldn’t care less t

she made him know. “We are here” the driver alerted. “Good! Take us in” Joe ordered, and the driver drove in at once. The club was as lively as always, hot music vibrating everywhere. The smell of alcohol, testosterone, and cigarettes could be perceived almost at an every step one took. Strip dancers were already on stage performing while Gamblers were at their usual table. The clubhouse was large and the bar was enormous. They were also inns where prostitutes could have sexual intercourse with their partners.

“He can’t make it. He has to stay for patrol. Looks like it is the girls’ night after all.” Club 11 was everything that I thought it would be. Loud music, way too much cologne and perfume, a lot of alcohol, and a lot of sweat. Although there had been a line to get in, the bouncer called us over, stamped our hands, and let us in. I credited my long legs and bare shoulders for getting us in. It might not have had anything to do with that, but the ego boost felt good.

His c*ck reared in anticipation and he knew that he was going to get into her bed and f*ck her till she begged for mercy, very soon. * His brother had stopped speaking and was looking at him expectantly. “I’ll check it out, visit the Kinksters one of these nights,” he growled, naming the leading Club in the area that catered to patrons who were looking for something different. A few of the clients came up to greet them and chat then they began to talk of other mundane issues, related to the gambling outlets, the employees and the surveillance systems. A couple of women drifted over, one of them in a backless dress, young and perky as she smirked at O’Grady meaningly.

Rowan I sit in my office overlooking the club. My one-way window allows me to watch the masses of people who crave to be seen, touched or used in whatever way previously consented. This is my dark side. The one very few people know about. I run a billion-dollar company during the day. On our monthly club weekends, I am part owner of the Hidden Chamber. An adult’s club for people needing to give or be controlled. BDSM and other depravities that may be frowned upon are welcome here.

YOO-MI’s POV I need a drink. I really need a drink. The Club Syndrome is a huge bar on the outskirts of town, far off the beaten path. It’s popular with tourists and a few town regulars. Different colors of lights emitted a bright glow outside its huge glass door making the whole place lighted. I gnawed on the inside of my cheek, arms over my chest, debating whether or not I really wanted to go in.

She asked as I chuckled softly. "It's more than okay. $200 per hour sounds like magic to me," I answered happily. "I'm glad to know, but before we reach, I would like you to learn about a few rules of my club," she said. "Okay," I answered. "My club has both humans and supernatural beings as customers and clients. Only rich clients and customers get to walk into my place. The building is divided into three parts. At the top of the building is where the humans usually chill, party, and drink. The bartender and DJ are vampires. Not to brag, but my kind does have killer bodies and faces before your own," she said as I glared at her.

Leah's POV "This isn't a girl's night out," I mumbled to myself as soon as I walked into the Sheridan Club. This high-end clubhouse was my favorite party house in town. It was a place where werewolves gather to unwind and have fun. The interior design was sleek and modern, with high ceilings, plush leather couches, and large windows that offer a stunning view of the city skyline. Unlike other poorly-lit live houses in town, the lighting inside Sheridan Club was soft and warm, creating a relaxing ambiance.