Virginity Club Novels & Stories

Picking the latter, she made her way to the stairs up the VIP floor, trying as much as possible to avoid bumping into the drunken people. She successfully made it to the VIP floor, after having to kick a drunken man off her, who kept on trying to force her to dance with him. Stupid!. A club was the last place she could ever imagine herself at, on a thursday evening after work - then people changed, habits changed too. She figured she would celebrate her little success tonight. Have a drink and get tipsy, then hook-up with a sexy man afterwards and get laid. It was long since she had sex – not like she has ever had sex before. 28 years and still counting, and she was still a virgin - jesus!.

If he said her kidney wasn’t needed for now, then Regina had no way to force the issue. At 7 p.m., Bellatrix arrived at the club Cillian had specified—Mystique. Mystique was Miami’s most infamous pleasure club. To enter, one had to be a member. And members were required to have a net worth of over one billion dollars. No exceptions, no matter your fame or power. Bellatrix walked through the corridors, glancing at couples openly engaged in sexual acts. Her stomach twisted with tension. She knew what entering this place meant. She pushed open the door of the VIP room—and saw Cillian and a man, each holding a nearly naked woman in their arms.

‘The Elara I know is far too uptight for that kind of thing. “I am not uptight!” I glared at her. “Yeah, right. Just like how you took sanitizer with you to a club to prevent getting any germs.” “Of course! People have sex in every surface of the club; I was being careful.” “And that, my friend, is exactly why you’re gonna die a virgin.” I rolled my eyes. “We need the money, Beth. Right now there is no possibility of getting funds elsewhere, and we have to take care of the kids.”

My cock was still wet with her blood and my cum. A virgin. She had been a virgin. I ran a hand through my hair and cursed under my breath. What the fuck had I done? Julian was my business partner. My best friend. And I had just taken his daughter’s virginity in a BDSM club like she was just another submissive. But she was not just another submissive. I had wanted her for years. Years. Every holiday dinner, every summer barbecue, every time she walked into a room in those little skirts that made my mouth water. I had dreamed about bending her over the nearest surface and fucking the brat right out of her.

He says drily, looking around at the bloodied mess that we are all standing in. Suddenly the man from earlier, the one in Don Luciano’s office who gave me a look over, steps forward & intervenes “I.. I..If I may Don, we just wanted you to know about the special work that we are doing here” he says, trying to sound confident & pointing at the club “th-this is one is as pure, as they come, fresh as a lily…uh uh… she is not from the rut, she is not even 18, a virgin”.

No one knows what’s going on behind closed doors. Dorothy and Melissa are both Bisexuals which was known to few friends that also indulge in the peculiar sex of a thing. It’s more like a clique. Or a sex club. No one is in a relationship with anyone and they are free to have sex with one another any time any day. Every meeting, they all indulge in orgies that are really crazy. The sex club is a secretive society with just selected few members on board. And anyone who wants to join has to do weird and crazy things before becoming a member.

“They didn’t tell me who it was going to be, so I didn’t know it was you when I arrived here. There was a possibility it was a guest of your family because I could never, ever imagine you…” “Me…?” he asked somberly. “That you will pay a prostitute for something like that. It’s just… I can’t imagine you having to pay for sex.” “You didn’t even know who you were meeting up with?” She nodded. “Yes. But… Madame Venus did say you were… safe. Even the others there… they said if the requirement hadn’t been for someone very new and virtually a… a virgin, they would have easily changed places with me. I don’t know if that should even be comforting. But to them it was… like since I was indeed a virgin

Thank the Goddess—someone shut him down. They start roasting Jai about his dry spell since breaking up with Sadie two months ago. He’s been dying of blue balls ever since. We drink a little, eat some steak the omegas sent up, and then head to the club. The Claw is a shifter-only club on the edge of Artemis territory, popular for a reason. Between the red rooms, alcoves, and balconies, it’s basically hookup central. Not that alphas and betas-in-waiting like us can partake, but watching? Entirely allowed.

"I've been with my fair share of women. I'm a member of a club in Toronto. Getting tested on a regular basis is required. You really never know who will be there. It's rare to play with the same submissive more than once." "Submissive? It's a BDSM club?" Her eyes were wide. Blake nodded. "You can imagine how difficult it is to find play partners out here in the boondocks. The club makes it easy—everybody is there for the same reason." "So, you…slept with…a lot of different girls?" "We played, kitten. Kind of like what you and I did last night." Shasta absorbed this information. "Before you, I was with three other guys ever." He was watching her intently, so she continued. "I was

Sighing, she pushed her hairs back from her face and looked up at the club in front to her. “ CLUB RED HEAVEN ” Sia whispered to herself and started walking to the club. This club was famous for it's VIP rooms, that were lavish enough to make all those VIP's happy. Striding towards the designated VIP room, Sia could feel many eyes on her exposed legs, but she ignored everyone and kept walking, cursing Emily silently in her mind. Sia was so sure, that Harry was going to make fun of her, as it was one of the rare times, she wore something so revealing.