Virginity Club Novels & Stories

Isabella’s POV Vixxen’s Private Gentleman’s Club was a plain enough building from the outside. In fact, it didn’t even have a big neon sign or a billboard to announce its presence. Instead, a brass-enameled plaque was the only thing on the completely black building. The sign simply says, Vixxen’s Private Gentleman’s Club – Members Only. There was no lineup, which means it’s ultra-exclusive. Probably Mafia, elite businessmen, and politicians frequented here for privacy and anonymity. Two giants of men stood guard at the front entrance to ensure privacy.

She never showed weakness because neither of those things were options for a woman in her position. Her body had been craving for something, some form of release and she had been searching endlessly for a medium in which she could be herself and satisfy her deepest urges. She’d discovered the club two years ago through Kevin whom she met at a dinner party. He'd given her his card and she'd contemplated about looking it up for two weeks before finally having the courage. It was an exclusive underground sex club that operates privately and only few people were able to become members. The first session had changed something fundamental in her and she found exactly what she'd been missing.

"So you're gonna stay a virgin until next year?" "Sure." I shrugged. "That's not such a long time, and it's a fair price to pay for the special relationships I have with each of you." "But the idea that you're saving yourself for the club isn't fair to you. What if one of us decides to take matters into her own hands and breaks The Rule? That could ruin the BTC, and I don't want that. I think we're all better off if you find a casual hookup outside of the club, like Holly. It's not too late for you to change your mind. That girl will drop her panties and bend over for you in a heartbeat."

Onyx Lounge, Raven's Den, Vixen and Inferno. Onyx Lounge and Raven's Den were regular clubs, where the elite group and VIPs of Las Vegas spent their time and their wealth. But Vixen and Inferno were totally different. According to the Press, those two clubs were hell's entrance. They weren't regular, and they certainly were not for the faint hearted. Vixen was a strip club. And not just any strip club. It was the underground of pure ecstasy, where people revealed their true forms. There were no judgements, no rules and no control.

She had no choice. She was now the property of Club X. A place where men paid thousands, if not millions of dollars just to use women, force them to their will, and violate their bodies. “You're doing great. Keep breathing, sweetie,” Violeta spoke as she led Evie out of the shower and covered her in a white robe. She took her to a dressing room where a group of women stood waiting. They each wore a different color of lingerie. Each girl looked beautiful in whatever outfit they chose.

He's getting a condom? Shit! The curse escapes me suddenly as I realize that this is it! This is really, truly it... I'd come here tonight with one goal in mind and this was it. So why am I so freaking nervous?! I'm about to have my virginity stripped away by a nameless stranger in a sex club... A very attractive stranger mind you... one who probably thinks I'm a Hooker! But this is what I want right...

now spinning in his mind. I pressed on, unable to bear the silence any longer. "It shouldn’t matter, right? I mean, virgin or not, does it really change anything?" My voice wavered slightly, though I tried to stay firm, to keep the growing vulnerability at bay. "Yes, I’m a virgin. And yes, I came here tonight, to this club, on my own. No one forced me. I followed you here, into this room, because I wanted to." I paused, making sure the weight of my words landed. "So don’t feel guilty about it, and let’s just continue."

Davina gave her a respectful nod but shot me a glare before striding away. “Sorry about her,” Mya said. “This is a private, elite club,” Mya explained to me. “All the girls are willing participants. There are members who come to this place to explore their sexual desires.” I knew she was trying to reassure me, but it didn’t help. “So, when you mentioned ‘members’ contracts,’ what exactly were you referring to?” I asked as we started back toward the door. “The members pay a substantial monthly f*e for services that no ordinary club can provide,” she replied. “And the well-being of our girls is vital, not just financial. Their safety is our priority.”

You could never tell just by looking at them, and she had been wrong before. Contrary to many Goddesses and Pages, Amber wasn’t a fan of fucking virgins. But when she did get one here and there, she tried to make it a pleasant first experience for them. Make them know how it should feel and what it should be like. She hadn’t been a virgin herself when she came to the club, which she was glad about. If customers wanted to fuck a virgin at The Cobra Club, it would cost them more than the average Joe could afford.

“You're wrong about me, maybe you're used to having as many women as you want, but there are also women who look at those things and I think that's why I'm still a Virgin, for waiting for the man who wants to be with a woman like me, full of flaws. "America, at first I thought it was your joke, but are you really a Virgin?" She approached me seductively. “That's right, if you think I'm good, and if not, I don't have to lie, besides that man will realize that I'm not lying when he gives me completely. "I think you're missing out on something good." He reached his hand down there, instantly massaging it. What happens? I looked quickly elsewhere, sometimes Dalton acted in a daring way.