Seduction Nightclub Novels & Stories

I sit next to Ace so I don’t have to look at him; it’s easier to ignore him this way. ‘What do you think of the club?’ Mark asks. ‘It’s very high end and extravagant for a nightclub. Even the floor lights up. I’ve never seen anything like it,’ I reply. ‘Well, this is where all the VIPS and celebrities go for a night out,’ he says, and Ace’s leg presses gently against mine, sending a warm shiver through my body. I pretend not to notice and ignore him. ‘I love this song! Come dance with me, Zuri!’ Hailey shouts, and we scull our drinks, and I follow her to the dance floor.

They were both bad dancers and watching them throw it back was funny as hell. I was tipsy as hell and I knew it but that didn’t stop me from standing up when Chloe reached out to me and dragged me to the dance floor. Giggling loudly when Cardi’s UP came on. Chloe and I spent hours screaming the lyrics out in the past and now, it’s no different. “Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man

She said she would keep to her end of the bargain, but look at what she’s gone to do now. Dancing with some stranger while looking like a goddamn slut! My eyes turn to the tabloid almost immediately again. The large tablet rests on my desk, the picture still visible, the headline still glaring. “Empowering Expressions: Exposing the Power of Sensual Dancing in the Nightclub Scene. Luna Sophia, Goddess of Sensuality and Innovator of new club combo, rocks to a sonorous tune, at Club Midnight!” My eyes drift to the image, and I chuckle because this must be a joke.

Did she really expect to see any of them here, could be they aren't regulars. She huff and chug down the drink. She slid a couple of dollar bills across the counter and slide down the stool. It was a wasted effort. But she'd keep visiting the club. She's certain she's gonna find a link to them. She ambled towards the exit and had barely gone out when she stops in her tracks. She tilt her head sideways to see the blondie serving a couple of guys clustering around a table. The girl looks pissed as she poured wine into their glasses. Soon one of them was trailing his palm on her waist. It happened so fast, blondie slams the the wine glass on his head and Selene gasps.

She faces everything head-on. We arrived at the nightclub, and it was packed. We grabbed some drinks and hit the dance floor. Melissa danced provocatively in front of me, wearing a short skirt that drove me crazy. She even dropped down low in front of me. If she keeps this up, we might just recreate our first encounter. She's driving me wild, and my little friend down there is as hard as a rock. If I leave this place, everyone will see my situation. Thank God for these dim lights; nobody can see or notice anything.

The nightclub kept up its energy, its customers dancing to the rhythm unaware of the predator that stood just a couple feet from there. She surveyed her mark, a plump, greedy-looking man who was shoveling food and drinks into his mouth. He was surrounded by bodyguards and several women, but despite that, Shawty knew his attention was solely on her. He had been staring at her while she danced, mesmerized by the flexibility of her hips, and with only one thought on his mind, how could he get her to move like that for him? The man signaled to one of his men to come closer, and with a quick whisper to one of his subordinates' ears, he walked towards Shawty with practiced steps. He sat down on a

"...to 'Thirty Degrees Paradise'." The car raced down the road and soon arrived at the destination. Frank got out of the car, looking at the flashy sign above him, leaning on his cane as he briskly walked inside. The interior was dimly lit, the atmosphere lively. In the spacious venue, there was a long runway in the middle. Several seductive-looking men were wearing jeans, performing provocative dances. Because the focus was on selling male allure. The patrons of this nightclub were mostly women, with a few gay individuals.

Soft music from the hidden speakers echoed across the room but couldn’t hide the hushed whispers and excited giggles from the ladies seated in front. Today was the day. The beautiful bride walked up to the altar trembling with anticipation and determination and her father right beside her; this was the day she had been waiting for. Even as she was serious, she couldn’t help but take glances at the decor that Beverly had chosen. It was beautiful. As she let go of her father’s hand, Arya went up to the altar and stood in front of Ryker, her bridesmaids behind her.

It was only a matter of time. When the crowd finally gathered inside. We rounded off to maybe twenty. The air was thick with music buzzing low, alcohol already knocking the reason away from half of them. I sank against the couch, watching her across the room like some predator forced into patience. She sat with Kenny, her dress scandalously short, and those legs bare, glowing under the dim lights drove my thoughts into filth. My gut tightened and my belly ached with jealousy as my cock stirred with memory and want. I buried myself in another drink, losing myself in the drink without noticing I’d finished it already.

I pull my hand away as soon as I can and quickly follow Becca into the dark nightclub. Music pulses loudly, vibrating up from the damn floor. My eyes dart everywhere, taking everything in. The place looks amazing. There’s a bar running the whole length of one wall, and that whole area is portioned off with a bouncer keeping anyone with a stamped hand out. The dance floor is huge and packed and another section on the right is filled with tables and beautiful waitresses in skimpy outfits dropping off sodas and water to all the sweaty underage kids. I raise my eyes and see an upper level. I strain my eyes, searching the darkness and swear I see movement, but I can’t make out what it is.