Club Rife

By C H Thomas

I am Logan Jagger.

I live my life by a set of rules that are NEVER to be broken.

But what happens when the unexpected occurs?

Will I throw caution to the wind and break all my rules?
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: C.H.Thomas
• Release date: Apr 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201090029

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Prologue

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Fuck, I love my life!

Not many people my age can say they are living their dream, but I am.

Owning a nightclub has always been a dream of mine since I was a teenager. Music is my drug. It is deep-rooted in my soul. And now, at the age of twenty-five, I own a thriving nightclub, large apartment, and villa in Tenerife.

I’m living my life and loving every minute of it.

Don’t judge me though. I’m not some silver spoon-fed wanker who wouldn’t know a hard day’s work if it slapped me in the face. I’ve worked damn hard to get where I am over the last few years, and I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.

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I lost everything dear to me seven years ago; my life stopped completely. Going off the rails was an understatement; I caused hell. Drinking, drugs, stealing. You name it, I did it. I’m surprised my friend’s parents put up with me for as long as they did. Two months of complete hell I gave them. I was on the verge of having no family or friends, topped with the prospect of being homeless on my next birthday. If it hadn’t been for the letter I received on my eighteenth birthday, I would have probably ended up in prison or worse, dead. At the time death didn’t scare me; I welcomed the fear and went out of my way to find it. I had a death wish at seventeen, but that one letter changed everything in my life instantly. I stopped all the bad shit and put every ounce of energy I had into making something of myself and following my dreams. I started out small but fucking worked my arse off to get where I am and wouldn’t change a thing. All those experiences have made me a better man, the man my family wanted me to be. I won’t ever go down that road again.

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Yes, I’m an arrogant twat with a big head most of the time, but the people close to me know why I’m like this. And for those that don’t, it’s none of their damn business. I stand my guard and don’t let many people in unless I choose to.

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Chapter 1

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God, this chick is damn good at sucking dick! My eyes roll into the back of my head as I reach for the next track I’m about to play. I switch records as the girl on her knees squeezes my balls and takes my cock deeper into her mouth and swallows around me. I can feel my orgasm building as the song changes. The chick grabs my arse, making me slide even further down her throat, and sucks as if her life depends on it. For the second time in as many minutes, my eyes roll into the back of my head as my balls tighten as I shoot my load down her throat. God, she was good, but little did she know it was a one-time thing. She frees my cock from her mouth with a soft pop as I glance out over the top of the DJ booth across my crowded club, completely ignoring the girl. It is packed tonight. The last Saturday of the month is always a good night, Trance night and one I love DJing at. Being the Boss, I pick when I play and when I don’t, but I never miss this one.

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I fasten up my jeans and finally look down at the chick on her knees. I’ll admit it now. I have no idea what her name is and to be brutally honest I couldn’t give a shit. She has a look of euphoria on her face as she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand and smiles up at me with hope in her eyes. I know that look. It wouldn’t last long; it never does. I don’t do repeats, ever. It is a big rule of mine, no repeats and no attachments. That’s why I choose holidaymakers to have fun with and normally ones that are due to go home within a day or two. I’d made the mistake of shagging some random pussy on the first night for her two-week holiday. She turned out to be a grade-A stalker, and I had to ban the crazy bitch from my club. Unfair, I know, but now I always check before getting my cock wet.

My life.

My club.

My rules.

Yes, that makes me a mean bastard.

I need to get this chick out of the DJ booth and fast.

Thanks, I mouth to her as I reach over her to fade out the track mixing on the deck.

She tries to look shy and timid but fails miserably; no way was this her first rodeo. She was a pro at deepthroating. Before she could speak, I grab a few drinks tokens from my pocket and hand her a couple.

Have a few drinks on me. Might see you around. It was a complete lie. I have no intention of ever seeing her pretty face again, and by the saddened expression on her face, she knows she’s getting the brush-off. 

Ignoring my outstretched hand for help to stand up, she climbs to her feet, snatches the drinks vouchers from me, gives me a fake smile, and walks out of the booth with her head held high. Like I said, not her first rodeo.

Living this life, I have a steady stream of girls wanting a piece of me. Every chick wants a