Choosing His Virgin – Club Lush Read Online Jamie Knight

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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)

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Choosing His Virgin - Club Lush

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Jamie Knight

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This Halloween, I’m taking a special treat. I’m one of the owners of Club Lush.
But every year I turn my mansion into a haunted house. And have a Halloween party at home.
As the billionaire host, I have my choice of young women. But this year I only want one.
As soon as I see Simone. I know she’ll be my special treat. But maybe the trick is on me.
Because in the morning, I don’t want to let her go. Has Simone tied down my heart for good?
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Chapter One


I should have known, really. For all the wonderful fairy tales, there had to be a few that were Grimm. It was just the law of averages. Unfortunately, I had studied English at university and was only finely aware of statistical probability.

So, there I was. Standing in front of a class full of bored, anxious teenagers, trying to impart the beauty of poetry and the joy of learning, while they seemed to be far more interest in talking about their Halloween plans. More is the pity, because the material I was trying to go over was actually fascinating as well as being on theme.

After the third try, I gave up. No one was listening anyway, so I let the class out five minutes early. They had the assignment sheets and anyone who didn’t do the assignment was going to lose 15% of their final grade. That was how the curriculum had it set up.

One of the best kept secrets about public education was how bafflingly bureaucratic it was, at times bringing Kafka to mind. An author whom the overlords on the board had explicitly banned. Best not let the mice know that they’re in the maze.

As the students headed out after the close of class, I heard a particularly excited cluster of chatter from a clique of girls. My attention was drawn by the phrase BDSM.

“He partly owns Club Lush but also has huge parties at his house. The rich mother fucker has a mansion.”

“Always lots of booze and really kinky tastes,” added another.

“Do you think we can get in?” Asked a third, somewhat timidly.

“Sure, we just have to-”

“Excuse me, could you stay after class, please?” I cut in.

The clique stopped in their tracks, my authority still not lost on them even though I was only about five years their senior.

When the last of the class had left, I got up and closed the door so no one else would hear. I didn’t want them to get in trouble with the faculty or, worse, any rumors to be spread.

“I heard what you were talking about. You need to stay away from that kind of thing. Particularly with older guys and alcohol, at least for now. What happens at that club is a very serious lifestyle that requires a lot of dedication and decision-making. It is something adults can enjoy but it really isn’t for younger people and certainly not on a whim. You could get really hurt.”

“Okay, got it,” said the leader.

Despite her assurances, I doubted they would listen, though there wasn’t much else I could do. I was just their English teacher.

I considered calling their parents, but that could do more harm than good. I remembered enough about being a teenager to know that there was no better way to make sure they would do something than telling them not to do it. It really wasn’t my place.

There was no point in getting their parents involved, particularly on the off chance they listened to me and decided not to go. I was genuinely concerned for their safety, though from what little I understood the BDSM scene was really ethical and even if they did go they would likely be spotted as being kids and turned away at the door.

The room was a mess as usual. As I gathered and cleared up, my mind started to wander about, pondering the party the students had been talking about. I’d heard about Club Lush, though I always thought it was an urban legend. I had no idea it was an actual place with owners, let alone that one of them threw parties at his mansion-turned-Haunted-House every Halloween.

I wondered what it would be like to go to the party but soon pushed the thoughts aside. I was still a virgin, even at 23, and was waiting for the right man to take my virginity. Though all the guys I’d met at this point in my life had acted like babies.

My primary concern was for the girls. I had some pretty scary images of them flash though my head. I really hoped they wouldn’t go. Or if they did, that they wouldn’t get in. They could be in for a world of hurt.

Just then my cell phone buzzed, and I saw that my best friend was calling.

“What’s up?”

“Do you have any plans for Halloween?” Kendra asked.


“You’d better say no. I’ve just heard something amazing from a chick I just did a manicure on.”

“That there’s a party held Halloween night at a mansion by an older guy who owns a BDSM club?” I asked.

“How did you know?”

“Law of averages,” I sighed.

“Anyway, it’s super secret and mysterious. No invitations, just word of mouth. I got all the info and was told to bring friends if I was interested.”

“I’m not really-”

“The type, I know, babe.”

I thought back to the girls and how they might be at the same party my friends were going to. Maybe I could watch over them and make sure they stayed safe.