Host Club 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.

Marcy: And we're not so much into finding other naked people, we just abhor being clothed. Me: You mentioned landed clubs? What's that? Harold: Land? Property? Real-estate? Marcy: It's a club with property. Usually have a pool, hot-tub, a clubhouse, barbecues, and events for crowds. You pay a membership, and most everybody is naked. It's like a private naturist resort. Harold: That's what I said, isn't it? Property?

She never accepted the rejection, like a little bitch, and now Ghost and me are reaping the consequences. Club Infinity is an exclusive club I own. The club is located only a short distance from the pack, in the middle of the nearest human city. At first, I considered creating the club strictly for supernaturals, a place where we can be ourselves, without having to worry about the humans. Then, I realized I could make something the humans would die to go to. And our pack is located on the outskirts of a college town with a military base. We are always having human military and college students attend and it brings in a shit ton of revenue. So, instead of an all-supernatural bar, I opted for

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.

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.

It means I get to have a group of men for myself who want some chocolate loving and only I can offer them that. Anyway so... I applied at Clubrooms because I'm a big fan of sex, I love being fucked! But it's men like this twit who have me questioning my sanity and wondering what the fuck am I up to? Sure, I love feeling like a sex goddess driving the men crazy and yes the money is outstanding. If I wanted to I could own my house in a year. But I'm twenty-two years of age and nobody ain't got time to adult right now. I love to party and sometimes I tend to party too hard snorting a few white lines with dollar bills which equals too much of a good time. Have you ever gotten so high outta your

He frowned down at me, shrugged, and said, “Well, then let’s go. If we’re late we’re going to hear about it.” I shuddered. If we were late, we might as well be dead, because no other excuse would be sufficient. And my mother would find us beyond the grave to make our lives hell, anyway. The club wasn’t far away, just a couple of miles around the edge of town, nestled between some manicured hills. A golf course, a restaurant and bar, tennis courts and a pool. All the amenities, dressed up in lots of stonework façade and huge shiny glass windows, with antique-looking clocks and lamps and bullshit like that to add what they probably hoped was old-world ambiance. My parents loved this fucking pl

She had expected Adi to take her to a casual cafe but instead, they walked into a club. Placed on the edge of the bustling city, the club was called Drai's and was known for its high-end crowd and party scene. "Adi, are they even going to let us in? You do realize that I am not exactly dressed for clubbing..." Adi shook his head and spoke," It doesn't matter. We are going to a private room here. They won't stop us."

Sitting I wait, and she looks at me like I'm crazy. "The only clubs I know of are The Stallions, but all but one shut down. There is another one, my sister had her hen party there, think it was Alpha Doms, you could try them? But it's two hours away." "Fine, with me, give me the details," I call through, sitting and explaining what is needed, but it's too late notice. The most they can do is offer one dancer. One! So I tell them I will let them know by tonight.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I gripped Michel’s arms tightly. “Michel’s club is located in town,” Michel said softly. “There are around two hundred club members. He said that he told you a bit about his club, can you remember?” “He said that it’s a club where people are free to express themselves by enjoying the kinks they like without being judged,” I croaked. “Like sharing or watching.” “Or playing,” he whispered against my ear. I shivered. He pressed a kiss to the skin beneath my ear. “Do you…do you play?” I asked him.