Ladies Night Novel Novels & Stories

Tonight I’m going to be the party queen. It was a quarter to midnight, and the club was packed full of party animals who adore the nightlife. Carrie led me to the second floor which I’m guessing is reserved for the VIP. It’s crammed as well, but it is more spacious and glamorous than the first floor. Carrie was about to walk to a private booth, but I held her hand and led her to the bar, ignoring her protests. She stopped to speak with a cute blonde lady and she introduced her as Vikki, but I couldn’t care less. I swayed my hips as I walked over to the bar and I ordered some shots of tequila for Carrie and I, but I ended up taking both shots before Carrie could meet up with me. “That’s enou

She gave in completely too and for a long minute, we feasted on each other till I came back to my senses. I quickly pulled away, and left. The last thing I remembered was getting into the elevator. I must have swiped my card on the wrong floor or something but I know the door opened and a hot beautiful lady stood in front of me. Everything about her screamed hotness and I couldn’t resist it. We jumped at each other and had the best night of my life… It’s morning now and I can’t believe it was a random ‘gold digging’ girl. I just hope for her sake that she doesn’t try something funny. I will make sure I teach her a lesson she won’t forget even in her next life!

She looked pampered and polished and expensive, like a trophy on display. "There's a book on the nightstand," Lena said quietly as the others began packing up their supplies. "The boss thought you might want something to read while you wait." I walked back to the bedroom on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. The book was waiting for me on the nightstand, a novel I had never heard of with a cover that showed a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at a stormy sea. I picked it up and settled into the chair by the window, the silk of my dress rustling against the upholstery.

After the fucking intense session he finally creamed her inside with his thick warm cum while she kept jumping her hips on his cum squirting dick milking every last drop and then came her orgasm with a loud moan and with that she flopped on his chest and fell asleep. From that day she never had to pay full rent in cash. [THE END] ******** Quote of The Day: "Every Woman Deserves A Man Who Loves To Eat Her Out" ******** Author Says: Hi Readers, Don't be shy and rate this novel to rank higher on GoodNovel. I'm working on my next series so till then enjoy my little short stories. Stay tuned and if you haven't bookmarked yet. Do it now! I really love to hear your thoughts so, please comment or Jo

An aura itself screaming QUEEN, that can make any staring pair of eyes at once bow in respect. When the lady’s eyes; which were not visible as her met black sunglasses were still on, went to all the once bowed and now staring eyes, all she could come up with was a slight nod in return of their best bows. “Good morning, Miss Kim”, said a lady, keeping a very decent tone with her words. Getting a reply with a nod in action and an almost expressionless face in reaction from Miss Kim

To make it better, I'm wearing no bra and my titties are attentively present. Firm, soft, perky, and untouched, starting right back at him and waiting to be ruined tonight. Hopefully, I will have him for the whole night because I don't know when another chance like this will prevail. The way his dark gazes are hungrily taking me in makes me more eager for this night. Maybe this is one of the best decisions I have ever made in my entire existence. Deciding that we have had enough of staring, I take my odds and slowly get on my feet. I'm not looking for a man to keep, it's just sex and everyone will go back to whatever hole they crawled from when morning comes.

Since it was Friday, Milan casually mentioned the Ladies Night event held at Angels Den. She expected mild interest. Instead, both women reacted like children hearing about an amusement park. “We are going,” Priscilla declared instantly. “Absolutely,” Lillian agreed. “You cannot casually mention a famous strip club and expect us to stay home.” Milan laughed. “You two are impossible.” The excitement only grew worse after Milan accidentally admitted she used to work there years ago. Priscilla nearly dropped her makeup brush. “Excuse me?” “You worked there?” Lillian gasped. “Why have we never discussed this?”

Charlotte opened her eyes to a dim room with sunlight filtering in through the curtains. She was laying sideways, facing black modern closets that she recognized as those in Logan's apartment. Even before she saw who it was, she felt someone was there in the room with her. She turned around brusquely and saw that a thin, beautiful woman with a blonde bob cut was looking at her. The woman was sitting on a chair near the window holding an open book in her hand. "Oh, you're up! I didn't mean to scare you," she said, setting the book down on the floor and standing up. "I'm Nina, Logan's friend. Let me go get him." She left the bedroom and softly closed the door behind her.

“Right. We’re two attractive, single women in a bar and you want to sit at a table so we won’t be bothered? Unless that table is in the ladies room I don’t think we’ll have much of a chance of that happening. At least I hope not!” Jenny and Gayle took their drinks to one of the tables in the back of the bar. Gayle was facing the door and saw Kathy, Pamela Jones, Debby Basso, Marlene Bukowitz and Ann Garibaldi walk in. She motioned to them to join her and Jenny at the table. “Hail, hail, the gang’s all here!” Jenny said as they all pulled up their chairs to the table. “Considering the mood at the station, we thought we’d have an old fashioned Ladies Night Out.” Ann said. “We work hard, we cer

I needed to find an exit. I scanned every corner desperately, hoping to see a door, a staircase, anything that looked remotely like freedom. Instead, all I saw was decadence wrapped in filth. A woman laughed breathlessly while perched on a stranger’s lap. Another man was pinning a girl against one of the pillars, his hands roaming shamelessly over her exposed skin. Everywhere I looked, there were bodies colliding, mouths devouring, hands claiming. I had worked in nightlife long enough to know bars came in different classes.