Host Club Novels & Stories

“I met up with some friends at our clubhouse. We were there from about 7 p.m. to 11 p.m. Afterwards me, Malachi and Carl went for a drive to get more liquor from my house and we went back to the clubhouse where Frank had waited for us and we stayed there until 4 a.m. and they left. I returned home at 6 a.m.” “Clubhouse? What kind of clubhouse is this?” He asked and I started to get uncomfortable but I wouldn’t show it. “It’s more like a man cave thing. We’re a group of friends that meet up there to relax, you know, away from our wives,” I said and he smiled at me. “Were there any women present at this clubhouse?” His face didn’t show any emotion. “No.” “Where is this clubhouse located?” “It’

"Interesting. So managing the interns gives you a chance to get out of the office for happy hours and get to know people." "Exactly." He smiled and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his portly stomach. "Speaking of … there’s a new club in town that the interns are wanting to check out as a group on Thursday night. We thought instead of happy hour at one of the local pubs we'd go see what the rage is all about." "What's the name of the place?" Bethany leaned forward, pressing her forearms to her desk, her interest piqued. Having been in college just down the street for the last few years, there weren't too many places she didn't know about.

Club Titans was it's usual bustling high - energy self. This was the clubhouse frequented by the high and top ranking members of the business community. It was the place where its members hung out in private, to relax and enjoy each others company. The interior was immaculately kept, as every club member's taste were. Even the sofas were perfectly oiled and fresh. The bar was on one end of the room, where you could easily enjoy the company of several bottles of brandy, or at the very least some good Scottish whisky, while one's own private fire place acted as an extra bit of atmosphere.

and a plus to the club 'cause sometimes, she assists the club's resident doctor, Phillip, in taking care of the club members healthwise. "Women talks, pfft." Bishop said with a sigh, his face having a strong looking of irritation as he leaves the bar. "Misogynistic cock." Money muttered. "Not sure his cock hates pussy. He had four women in Safe Haven last night." Niko clarified. "I heard them screaming his name from inside while I was passing that area." The clubhouse had two playrooms...playroom, I mean halls strictly meant for sexual activities. One was called 'Safe Haven' that belonged to only the top dogs of the club and the other, named Freaky Spot' which belonged to other members of th

“He's checking some things out at the club.” “Club?” I asked with a frown. “Yes,” Nicola said. “One of Alessandro's power plants is in a club.” “What's the name of the club?” I asked calmly. “Luna Nera,” Nicola said confidently. “It's one of the biggest, most famous, and most successful clubs in Europe.” “They feature European artists,” Loreta said. “So that keeps the anticipation going.” I nodded and got curious. Nicola finished her coffee, picked up a few things, and left.

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 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.