Host Club Novels & Stories

I always worry about him. Brick I’m working at Club Reckless tonight. It is my home away from home. A safe place for people to explore themselves. A BDSM club where subs could find a Dom for the night or more. Where people could participate in threesomes or more without fear of ridicule. And they can do it safely. I have a bar and dance floor for people to just relax. I have a stage show every two hours for people who just want to watch. I have fifteen private rooms for people to use. There is a variety for people to choose from. For people that are into age play, we have two nurseries and two toddler rooms. I have eight playrooms with a large variety of toys to choose from. The last three r

"Yeah, I'm coming out, just a moment." We arrived at the Daxology Club. This exclusive club serves multiple purposes, similar to a pleasure club, and is only open to members of the most prestigious clans. Apart from the fact that it serves multiple purposes, I am utterly confused about what else this club offers. The Martinellis sure know how to throw a farewell party; Astrella is really lucky, her hubby is so extravagant. When will I get to have that?

But it was from Shay. 'Club du Manchot has a gig Friday. You two in?' Right, the whole going to a club with Declan plan. Amara smiled; Club du Manchot was usually pretty chill in terms of intensity. They had steady rhythms, restricted drug use, and areas that weren't always jam-packed with people. Drinking was occasionally a problem, but that was nothing new to clubs. "Hey Declan; are you busy next Friday night?" Amara asked. "No. Nope. I am not," he said quickly.

“What kind of club is this that you own, Blake exactly?” I smirk; it’s going to be a first for Roxy. “It’s a club where anything goes. Men and women sometimes wear a mask and hook up with each other. It keeps the anonymity. The annual f*e is extortionate to keep riff-raff out. Mostly politicians, sports people, celebs, all the kind of people who have a king and don’t want to be known for them. She looks almost shocked. “Are you taking me to a dungeon club? Is that what it is? Shit, I’ve never been to one before. It’s kind of exciting. Are you going to wear a mask?” she asks licking her lips.

I said, even as I reached for my jacket. “You always are,” he replied smoothly. “But this is important. The kind of important that keeps your territory quiet and your profits cleaner.” “An hour,” I said. “That’s all you get.” The club was hidden in plain sight, tucked between a high-end restaurant and an art gallery. No sign outside. Just a bouncer who didn’t ask questions once he recognized me. Inside, the air was thick with bass and smoke, red lights washing over bodies pressed together in calculated intimacy.

“Do not mind the little drool on my face. You did that.” I laughed, loud and real. My best friend had a chaos switch built into her soul. We left the mansion and hopped into her car, leaving my assigned driver behind. It was a girls night, a bachelorette night, and nothing about that included a man named Simon who probably took notes about the speed bumps. After almost an hour of arguing over where to go, Hailey settled on Dancerotica. The hottest club in the city. Open only on Mondays. Invite-only unless you were rich, beautiful, or both.

I knew he was doomed but now I'm certain he was thoroughly doomed. I didn't know Scarlette had that kind of fantasy about my brother. He was wearing something worse than the image I planted in my mother's head, a black coat acting as his only coverage. The club was a famous place for (but not restricted to) homosexual sex. When I say sex, I mean a bunch of people gathering for the fun of music and public fuck. It's basically walking into an orgy club with caged dancers, people tied to poles for random people to fuck, and people enjoying watching other people go at it like donkeys.

I’m in my early twenties, I want to be room sharing with some girlfriends, running my own business. “It’ll be fine.” Atlas says. “We’ll be sensible. We’re going to Luna’s.” Right. Of course they would be. Luna’s is only the most prestigious club here in Minnesota. The high-rollers hang out there, celebrities go there and I guess these guys are amongst that crowd. They earn the big bucks, they work hard and they play hard. It’s an exclusive club. “You can come.” Calli says.

After dropping Liora home after the doctor's appointment, Soren drove to a very famous club in the capital, Secret Hush. It was famous among the rich, heirs of old-generation families, and politicians. It was an exclusive members-only club. It was his and Reagan Clark's, his best friend's, hangout place. They had a private room there where they would mainly hang out, drink, and unwind. It had been ages since Soren showed up at Secret Hush. When he suddenly did, his tie loose and the top two buttons of his shirt undone, Reagan furrowed his brows, amusement and curiosity flickering in his eyes.

"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..."