Stories Nightclub Novels & Stories

“Yeah, Maddog, I feel the same way as you do, brother, and I promise you that they will pay for taking Laila.” Zane stretches out in one of the chairs as he asks. “So what is this info, Boss?” Jake turns to face us, his face serious as he says, “The Rocco brothers have recently opened a nightclub on the outskirts of town, The revolution, and apparently they have an underground room where they auction off girls.” “Suck fuckers”, Zane mumbles; Jake looks at Maddox and me as he says. “Yeah, they are, and they have an auction tomorrow night.”

But I wouldn't say anything, I would never ask him to stay the rest of the night with me, after all, it was just sex, no commitment, or any other promise, and I couldn't possibly confuse the issues. Arthur Saturday nights used to be the busiest at the nightclub I owned, and tonight would be no different, even more so when the main attraction was a singer who has been quite successful these days, with his music reaching a high place on the music platforms. Even in my office inside the nightclub, I could still follow some of the movement of people in the place, through a glass wall that allows me to see the main dance floor and a little of the VIP area, but I needed to concentrate on analyzing

she said pulling her along. The nightclub was exclusive, tucked away in the heart of the city. 'Citrus' catered for the elite members of the city, the celebrities and all the influential heirs and heiresses of the country. As the girls neared the door, a bouncer lifted the velvet rope for them with a nod. This club was one of Allesandro's investments in the city.

They had all been so damaged by humanity that they took pleasure in the possibility of bringing humanity to its knees when the time came. He stopped at the door of a little nightclub. He looked over the swinging doors to see what was happening. DJs were spinning records. Bouncers were breaking up fights. There were people fucking on the tables. There were people fucking on the dance floor. There were people fucking in the bathrooms. Everybody was wearing the mask of an animal. The club was called Masquerade. Chihuahuas were fucking rhinos. Horses were fucking rabbits. A dinosaur was doing the funky chicken with a turkey on the dance floor.

I grinned at him after the movie was over. “I’m glad. Let’s hit the nightclub downstairs. It’ll be fun!” He pulled me along with him without waiting for my permission. The elevator stopped on the ground floor, and the crowd shoved us towards the nightclub opposite. Pink Flamingo! The name flashed on the display board. It was a new upscale joint I hadn’t seen before. The neon lights sparkled on the signboard while two bouncers scanned the crowd queued up in front. Drake skipped lines and showed them his membership card for a VIP entry.

Looking up at the signboard on top of the door of the nightclub, a thrill goes through me as I look at the club name; City of Sin Club. Ay, I'm excited already. The inside of the nightclub is dimly lit, with people of all ages, sexes, and sexualities dancing or groping each other. So what if I came to LA with Luca Knight, my boss, to do business? That doesn't mean I can't have fun and have a taste of the men in LA. I never go without sex for more than a week, but I also never sleep with the same man twice. Some people think I'm a slut but I don't give a fuck what they think about me. I'm happy the way I am.

she responded with a smile. "OH! Pack a nice dress! We're going out tonight!" Eve yelled. Layla cringed and I continued to frown. She grabbed a skimpy dress and heels and packed them, I stormed out of Layla's room and Layla chased after me. I had some questions for Eve, but Leo had already beat me to it. "What do you mean, you're going out tonight?" Leo demanded. "There's a nightclub in Smithton that I thought we could check out." Eve replied. Leo took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair.

He stepped into the Moonfall Club, a swanky nightclub known for its top-notch prostitutes and never-ending service and entertainment, especially for young executives like Max, who would spend any amount of money to get a taste of one of their comfort women. Max didn't want to have sex with anyone tonight. He was sure it would end horribly like before, except with Ivory. He savored every drop of pleasure he felt from the girl. No! Ivory was dead, and Max shouldn't remember her anymore. He sat at a bar table in the corner of the room. A VVIP class bar that catered to him with pole dancing and famous strippers. Anyone could pick one of the dancers to fuck, as long as they were willing to pay to

I walked out of Sebastian's apartment with heavy steps. I entered the nightclub. Not just any club. This was one of the most exclusive clubs in London—a place where wealthy businessmen, famous celebrities, and powerful people gathered to forget their problems. The disco lights spun above the dance floor, creating flickering patterns of light. House music thumped loudly, vibrating the floor, traveling to the bones.

Sofia asked, linking arms with Elena. “Exhausting,” Elena groaned. “My hand feels broken.” Killian laughed. “That’s the sign of a true scholar.” “Or a true victim,” Elena muttered. James grinned. “Well, then tonight calls for celebration. Club night! Drinks, music, dancing. It’s mandatory. We need to wash the taste of existential dread out of our mouths with overpriced vodka.” “Yes! Absolutely!” Sofia agreed, bouncing on her heels. “The new place downtown, ‘Onyx.’ I heard it’s impossible to get in, but David’s cousin knows the bouncer.”