The rhythmic beatings of drums barely muffles the sounds of ecstasy and laughter coming from within the club, catching your interest. You stop walking. You look around to see if anyone else is nearby as you contemplate if you should enter the establishment. Just a peek you tell yourself. There is no harm in just taking a look around and see what is going on in the club.
The doors open with a push of your hands and you find yourself making your way down a long and eerie hallway. Dim red receding lights on the ceiling lead you to the sounds which seems to be getting louder and louder with each step you take. You make a turn and come face to face with the sexiest man of your dreams. He looks you up and down with a mischievous smile on his gorgeous face and opens the door that’s behind him. Strobe lights dance their way out of the open door and the loud noises seeps out, wrapping itself around you, luring you in into the unknown.
You no longer have control of your person as you step over the threshold and walk into the most unbelievable and outrageous club you have ever been in. THIS. This is what you were unknowingly looking for when you decided to venture outside for a midnight walk. A place to be yourself. A place to enjoy the wonders of hot and sexy men that only exist in books that your favourite authors created. A place where friendships will be made. A place where you can share your love of all things fictional. A place where you can shoot the shit with perverted and hilarious women who won’t judge you but will embrace you.
The sign outside the club read, It’s Just A Book Club but that’s not right. It’s not purely just a book club. It’s something way more and you can’t wait to find out.
If you fancy joining like-minded gals for chat, discussion, shit and giggles, you’ll find us over at IJABC 😉