Virginity Club Novels & Stories

Virginia When I entered the Season Hot club with Mariana, nervousness took over my whole body, but I closed my eyes and thought about the money that could change my parents' lives and when I opened them again, I filled myself with self-confidence and went for it. I would do it. Mariana had discovered a secret club, which had a very unusual form of entertainment for those who had a lot of money. The club offered auctions where men could bid on various types of "goods", from a date with the woman of their choice, to a night of sex, or even someone's virginity, which could be from either a woman or a man.

"Try not to look like a stray. I have a reputation to maintain tonight." "Sorry, I left my tuxedo in my other den," Victor bit back, heading for the closet. Thirty minutes later, they arrived at Club Venom. It wasn't like the underground spots Victor knew. This was a cathedral of neon and bass, a modern-day Shifter’s den where the music vibrated in your bones. Only the elite were granted entry—pro athletes, heirs to ancient packs, and the occasional tech mogul. "You're the Alpha here," Victor noted as the hostess swept them toward the Shadow VIP Lounge.

I bet it’ll be fun,” Maxine said. “No, never. I can’t,” I said with a strong tone. “Yes, I’m open minded person and I’m not against into premarital sex yet it doesn’t mean I’m into it. I still want be pure to my future spouse,” I added. “That’s why you’re the only virgin in this room,” Maxine said. “As if I am, aren’t you? I rebutted her. “What do you think the reason why I was dumped in the convent— you idiot,”

"My fiancé is back. We might be meeting up tonight. How am I meant to meet up with him if my breath stinks of garlic?" Finn walked over and eagerly asked, "Didn't you say there was no chance after he found out you aren't a virgin?" I raised my head up high in a confident manner. "I'm that charming. With a curl of my fingers, he is hooked. Success requires effort." "Rich and powerful families are dangerous. Isn't it nice to just live an average and peaceful life?" I looked down at my phone and ignored Finn. After hovering around me for another minute, he returned to the kitchen.

It felt hard to do carry out a simple action like breath. I made my way to my car, the cool metal of the door handle grounding me momentarily. I drove aimlessly for an hour, crying behind the wheels of my car and my mind playing over everything that just took place. Eventually, I stopped in front of a club, the neon lights flickering invitingly. The thought of giving my virginity to someone as disgusting as Gregory Quin made me want to crawl out of my skin. I will rather give it to a random person. With that thought, I walked into the club blaring with loud music and ordered the most alcoholic drink the club had.

“In case we can’t find anyone or they’re not worth bringing around her.” “The club,” Zarek suggested. “Not just any club, that exclusive one in the city. The Velvet Room. The one that has the private VIP sections and the ridiculous waiting list.“ “Uhm, you own that club,” Zade pointed out. “Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. So we can shut it down for the night, make it just for her. Invite the pack members she’s gotten close to, hire the best DJ, get her something incredible to wear…” “And maybe,” Gideon added with a knowing smile, “you could finally give her that Luna ceremony she deserves. Make it official in front of the pack.”

I took a deep breath and relaxed on the sofa, crossing my legs and smiling. "Yes, I want to. Yes, I know what can happen," I replied calmly, without looking away from them. "I'm a grown woman, I'm quite aware of what I've done." I stopped talking for a few seconds before continuing. "The answer to the silent questions, I'm a virgin because I wanted to be, not for any religious reason or because I wanted to find the love of my life, let alone care about Fated Mates. It's an outdated concept. It's 2022, everyone I know has read 50 Shades, I know, amateur... I've been to a few BDSM clubs, and I've seen several different sections, with different things and different approaches... That's why I fi

The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret. Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver. Velvet Rope Society Saturday, 11 p.m. One night. One rule: everything is consensual. Bring only your desire. Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.

I'd never seen such intense lust before, and it was scary and sexy. "You're a virgin?" His voice was deep, rumbling. The club was utterly quiet, everyone watching and listening intently. I could hear the squishing sound of my finger rubbing my clit quite distinctly and feared that everyone could hear it. But I couldn't stop. It felt divine. "Yes. I mean, yes, master." "Say, 'Yes, Sir,'" he said. "Call me Sir, and nothing but Sir." "Yes, Sir, I'm a virgin." "You're hymen is intact?"

Laughing and rolling on the ground. “Yeah, she's going to kill him,, ha-ha.” This big guy with red hair. Chuckling. “That’s Brittany fellas. She is a mean bitch president of her sorority house, they are smart bitches. But freaking hot. We love the nerdy girls with big glasses and tits. But Wayne wants her,, we do not know why.” She is a virgin,, just like the rest of the girls.”