The Club

The Club
Authors
Fox, Salome
Tags
adult
Date
2012-10-15T00:00:00+00:00
Size
0.10 MB
Lang
en
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Investigator Leigh Strauss performs at the billionaire's club to fulfill her fantasies...but she doesn't expect to fall in love with its mysterious owner Maximilian Gregory in the middle of a job.

The Club is a 12,500 word, 50-page erotic novelette featuring blunt language, graphic sex, exhibitionism, light bondage and other content that is intended only for adults over the age of 18.

EXCERPT:

I enter the club’s inner sanctum. It is a room deep in the heart of the building, on the ground floor or perhaps even below that. Five men sit on rich leather chairs around a heavy table near a small stage, their ties loose and their shirt sleeves rolled up.

The air is thick with cigar smoke and power. A fire in the corner throws off warm light and makes the scotch in each man’s tumbler look like liquid gold. I nod to each in turn as they run their eyes up and down my body. They lick their lips at the sight of me.

I wear a white satin gown that clings to each one of my curves. There is nothing underneath the dress. It caresses my golden skin directly, slipping and sliding against my flat stomach and thighs and dipping low to show off my smooth shapely back. My long hair freely waves around my shoulders, caressing them with its silky softness.

I feel eyes stop at my breasts. Natural and gorgeous, like pink-tipped candy to an audience used to spending time with perfection, I casually run my hands over my nipples and make eye contact with the youngest man at the table as I step on to the stage.

I have to stop myself from gasping. It’s Maximilian Gregory himself.

His face is arresting, with stunning green eyes that seem to look right into me. He has thick, dark unruly hair and broad shoulders. As the other men's eyes rake over the high slit in my gown and the way the silky satin caresses my curved ass, his eyes stay on mine. His powerful, tan forearms and a dark five o’clock shadow make my stomach flutter. I feel something pure in my core that I haven’t felt in a long time—lust. I want him. I long to unbutton his three hundred dollar shirt...