Getting a Job in My Mom's Boyfriend's Sex Club

By Saskia Lane

This hot virgin wants to save her mother's alpha male boyfriend from the taboo seductions of an ultra extreme sex club. But to do so she'll have to whore herself out to her Mom's hunky stud in his steamy BDSM nightclub and risk becoming as insatiable as he is.

Hot, with a plot. 10,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vital Books Inc
• Release date: Oct 24, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223505938

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I first suspected things weren’t going well between my Mom and her boyfriend one evening around nine p.m when I was coming home from dancing lessons.

I was walking along Pacific Road where the big hotels and night clubs are when I saw Jago, my Mom’s boyfriend, on the opposite pavement.

There was no mistaking that it was Jago. There aren’t many men six foot two, with the ripped physique of a boxer, wavy blonde hair and the face of a film star. There aren’t many men pack an Armani suit with the raw male perfection of my Mom’s new man.

I waved but it was getting dark. The evening dimness shuffled headlights and neon signs. He didn’t see me, so I crossed over.

When I reached the opposite side I saw that Mom’s boyfriend had stopped outside a door. He was pressing a buzzer next to the door.

Something made me pause and watch, instead of going straight up to him.

There was no name or sign or anything but the door still stood out. I don’t know how to put it. It was a classy door. The solid oak panels were painted a shiny black, they had chrome studs in them like a castle keep in a movie about Medieval times.

The door opened and Jago went in. That was all. Mom’s boyfriend’s tall, powerful figure disappeared down a dark corridor, tinged with pink light, into a murmur of distant music.

A girl dressed in a black teddy, black stockings and long, elbow-length black gloves closed the door behind him.

It was some sort of nightclub. Not a very nice sort of nightclub by the look of it. Discreet but— the way the girl was dressed— risqué.

I felt troubled.

By the time I got home I was more than troubled. Mom’s boyfriend was a nice man. In fact, he was lovely. Jago had given Mom and me a secure home when my parents split up five years ago. He’d lavished money on my education and dancing classes. He’d helped Mom start her own business and open a chain of estate agencies. The home we lived in wasn’t just comfortable, it was palatial.

There was no way a man as upright and decent as Jago would be doing bad things behind my Mom’s back, or my back either.

I felt troubled, but when I got home I didn’t say anything to my mother.

Maybe there was some innocent explanation for what I’d seen. Jago was a successful entrepreneur. Perhaps he had business dealings with the owners of the club. Maybe he was merely attending a meeting with company colleagues in a venue where men could relax while they talked business. I’d seen movies where business guys—often the hero of the film—held discussions in nightclubs.

When I got in, Mom was going over some accounts on her computer at the living room table. My mother had her own office upstairs but she often chose to work in the living room with the TV on. She looked up as