Phoenix Gay Bathhouse Novels & Stories

“The rule clearly states that anyone that is the best or the captain gets to stay in the private room. Since Jackson’s not here, I’m captain by default which means that I get to stay in the room if I want to. And I want to.” I left him frustrated in our room and headed for the buggy in front of our dorm. Tryouts for the team was today. The truth was, I was really worried about Phoenix. He had this phobia for being naked and I heard he finally got a private room in the arts wing but decided to give it up just so he could play basketball. I had no idea how good he was at basketball player since Jackson never gave me any clues about him. He only ever talked about his sister whom I knew was a go

There was signage on top of the intersection telling where rooms were located by following the color-coded arrow-like design on the wall, which at first I thought was a hallway decoration. The Grand Hall was marked red, so I followed the red arrows on the wall. A relieved sigh escaped my lips when I reached my destination. “Today is a special day for the Phoenix family,” a woman's voice echoed through the speaker. “Aside from it being my 42nd birthday, it's also the day my dead daughter Lilibeth was baptized. I don't want this party to be all about me, but I want to celebrate her as well, even if she's gone. If she were alive now, she would be twenty-four.” Her voice broke, and she paused.

I quickly turned his head down to keep him focused. “Finley, make sure Hayden doesn’t come into Zion’s room. He’s been looking for us, but Coach Copper called him to the training room.” When we got Zion back to his room, I dragged him to the bathroom and turned on the shower, setting it to warm. I aimed to splash him until he snapped out of it. “You should shower Phoenix, too. Let’s all bathe together,” Zion murmured like a child, his hands reaching clumsily for Phoenix, who stood rigid at the door. This was a mess—he thought Phoenix was a girl.

Errol was shaking his head, and Phoenix hurriedly went back to his office, making sure that no one would see how his hard shaft protruded in his pants. “Fucking boner!” He dumped his coat on the couch. He leaned his back and closed his eyes, trying to get his breathing steady to calm his nerves. After a few minutes, he called his secretary, Levi. “What is it, senator?” The twenty-five-year-old, newly hired secretary appeared in front of him with a tablet in his hand. “You want me to order you lunch?” Phoenix sat straight and waved his hand. “No, I want you to call a club named Valkyrie, it's a strip club. I want a VIP membership there, but use your name in the registration instead of mine.”

I pointed at the bathroom as Stacy scanned the wound. "Bitch needs to explain things." She stomped her foot and rushed over to the bathroom, but before she could reach half way, Phoenix heard Stacy’s voice, and she quickly unlocked the door, but for her luck, the door was locked from the outside. "Is this what your mother has taught you?" Stacy didn’t wait to start cursing at her. As soon as she opened the door, Phoenix glared at me. "What story did he tell you?" She looked at me and then stared back at Stacy again.

The bathroom door opened and Phoenix walked out, naked except for a large fluffy cream towel looped casually around his waist. His black hair was still wet from the shower, and a few wayward locks fell carelessly on his high forehead. The dark curls in the center of his chest were also still damp, tight little swirls of glistening hair which screamed out to have a woman's fingers slide sensually through them. Genie did her best not to stare, her heart sinking all the while. Whitney would definitely take a second glance. She was taking more than two herself.

Errol was shaking his head, and Phoenix hurriedly went back to his office, making sure that no one would see how his hard shaft protruded in his pants. “Fucking boner!” He dumped his coat on the couch. He leaned his back and closed his eyes, trying to get his breathing steady to calm his nerves. After a few minutes, he called his secretary, Levi. “What is it, senator?” The twenty-five-year-old, newly hired secretary appeared in front of him with a tablet in his hand. “You want me to order you lunch?” Phoenix sat straight and waved his hand. “No, I want you to call a club named Valkyrie, it's a strip club. I want a VIP membership there, but use your name in the registration instead of mine.”

They were accepted in the club on the condition that they kept the peace. Phoenix’s Claws was the largest wolf–owned club in the Red Light district. Under Cathy’s management, it was flourishing far better than any of the clubs in the area and Cathy was beginning to think about extending the establishment into hotels and resorts. She was so occupied by her plans for the club that she almost passed the exit that would take her to the Red Light district and was lucky enough to arrive just in time to see the delivery guys bringing trucks of drinks for the opening later that night.

Nothing fancy, just something I could breathe in. I glanced at the bathroom. The sound of the shower masked everything. Do it fast, I told myself. I unzipped my dress and began to peel it off, managing most of it with a small victory sigh. Just as I reached for the fresh clothes— The bathroom door flew open. “AHHHHHH!!!” I dropped like a stone, squatting behind the bed to cover myself. “What are you doing?” he asked casually, towel slung low on his hips, no concern in his tone.