The self-proclaimed Kings (and Queen) of New York.
Alexander Rockwell: Son of one of the most infamous men in the city, the Rockwells come with a legacy that few can live up to. Alex does it without even trying.
Blaine Archibald: Nate Archibald's oldest child has some big shoes to fill. Blaine does it well. While currently he has no interest in politics like his father, he's on track to graduate from law school early. And no one needs to know what this Golden Boy does behind closed doors.
Camden Hayworth: Tall, dark, and (allegedly) deadly. A pretty face with a terrible anger problem. Everyone knows not to mess with Camden, but the reasons for this depend on what rumors you've heard.
Clover Baizen: Most people think that, as the sole girl of the group, Clover is the weak link. Those people learn quickly that despite the sweet smile and baby doll dresses, Clover is just as ruthless as her friends and brother.
Declan Davenport: There is a darkness behind Prince Davenport's eyes, a Darkness that he does his best to hide behind a bright grin and a laissez-faire attitude, but he can't hide it forever.
Xavier Lockwood: The 'nice guy' of the group, Xavier is the one who holds the secrets. He's also not at all afraid to use those secrets to ruin someone's life. An artist at heart, he sees the beauty in the world, but also the harsh ugliness that comes with it. And he's not about to let that ugly touch him or the people he loves.
The Euphoria Club was an exclusive club, open only to the very wealthy or the very beautiful.
Lucky for Clover Baizen, she was both. The young woman was able to stride right through the entryway without anyone trying to stop her. Her dark hair was tired up into a simple updo, her strapless black lace dress clung to her body like a second skin and her heels added an extra few inches to her height. She paused at the front, handing over her phone. The person behind the counter placed it into a metal box, handing her a ticket with that number on it as well as a bracelet, the bracelet had settings, she toyed with it until it turned red, then held it out to the man who'd put her phone away. She gave him a sweet smile and he returned the look, connecting the bracelet around her wrist for her.
She walked into the club and heads turned to watch her as she did so, not a shred of insecurity held her down as she made her way to the bar, ordering her favorite scotch.
"What time is it?" she asked the bartender. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, an expensive piece, she recognized it as something her fathers had in their collections. It was analog, not a smartwatch, not even digital, the entire thing had a warm wood feel to it. Of course, smartwatches wouldn't be allowed, not even for the staff. The rules were very clear and very strict at Euphoria.
there had never been a security breech or privacy leak at this club and they worked to make sure there never would be.
"10 PM." His name was Clint, He'd been working at the club for the past two years and he was one of Clover's favorites. Based on the watch, it seemed she wasn't the only one who had a soft spot for him. Expensive gifts weren't unusual around there. At the answer, Clover nodded and turned away, leaning back against the bar. She had about fifteen minutes before she needed to be in her room, she planned on using that to people watch.
The vibe of the club was exactly what one would expect. It wasn't loud, it wasn't obnoxious, there were a few people out dancing, but more than that people were around having private conversations, heads ducked in close to make sure they weren't overheard. A few people glanced at her, but when they saw the red of her bracelet they moved on, that was the beauty of the color system.
Green meant the wearer was open to being chatted up and was looking for a hook-up or someone to take upstairs.
Yellow meant they were open to talking but not necessarily sex. Clover had never really understood the point of that color but as she looked around a few people had that around their wrist, so apparently some people came to the sex club for conversation.
Red meant Do Not Chat Me Up. That person had a partner or a plan and they wanted to be left alone. Those people were mostly standing at the bar. She assumed they were killing time like she was.
When the fifteen minutes were almost up, Clover tipped back the rest of the scotch, the liquor burning down her throat. She pulled a few bucks from the top of her dress, dropping it into the tip jar and then she pushed away from the bar.
"Have fun." Clint called after her.
Oh, she was going to.
Clover headed up the stairs, the second floor was where the fun truly was. As she made it to the landing, she turned left to go to the private rooms. To the right, she'd find a few different public room options, some with a pedestal in the middle for the couple who were fucking for everyone else or else the two-way mirrors for the people who didn't like to see the voyeurs. It was the direction she usually went, she liked to be watched, she didn't really care about watching others, she liked having the attention on her, but tonight? Tonight it was all about the private room.
She got to the room that shared the number with the key card she'd been sent, pressing the card to the lock until it beeped and turned green. She turned the knob and took a deep breath as she pushed the door open- to reveal an empty room. Disappointment settled in her stomach but she saw the card on the bed. She crossed the room- the door swinging closed behind her. The card had her name written on the front and it was made of a thick ivory card stock. She opened it up and read the words inside.
'Put on the blindfold, get on your knees, and wait for me.' clover bit her lip closing the car. This was stupid, dangerous. She had no idea who this was, what their intentions were and yet... the blindfold was black silk, sitting on the bed, tempting her even more. She snatched it off the bed and placed the card on the side table, moving to the more open space of the floor, she sank to her knees and tied the silk over her eyes, carefully knotting it behind her head with the updo.
Now all she had to do was wait.
And she didn't even have to wait long, there was the tell tale beep of the car reader, then she sound of the door swinging open and closed again. Clover's heart pounded in her chest, the sound almost as loud in her ears as the sound of hard-soled shoes against the floor, coming closer to her.
"Such a good girl." The voice was deep and gruff, it was so familiar but she couldn't for the life of her place it. A large warm hand moved under her chin lifting her head up.
"Who-" She started to ask but was stopped by his thumb slipping into her mouth. She closed her lips around it, sucking on the digit, it was thick, the skin wasn't baby soft like most of the guys she knew, it was just a little rough, working man's hands.
which left her even more confused.
She released his thumb and he chuckled, running his saliva soaked finger over her bottom lip.
"Are you going to be my good girl Clover and take my cock?" He asked.
A smart girl would say no, a smart girl would rip off the blindfold and demand to know who the fuck he was and what he was doing and what he wanted from her.
but she didn't want to be a smart girl.
Instead, Clover opened her mouth, tongue out, and heard his sharp intake of breath.
"Perfect." he exhaled, there was a shuffling sound, she assumed he was removing his jacket or shirt, then she heard the zip of a fly.
impatience lit her body like a torch, her heart was still racing, her pussy growing wetter with each second that passed where she remained untouched. Just when she was ready to snap and demand the mystery man fuck her as he promised, the warm, salty tip of a cock brushed her tongue.
"Just like that, fuck." Somehow his voice dropped even lower, more scratchy as his cock slowly thrust further into her mouth.
Clover's hands came up, both to tease the base and to try and gauge how long and thick his cock was. She groaned around his length as it seemed he went on for ages, inch after inch. She knew it was probably the blindfold playing tricks on her, but she was still very happy with what she felt.
He started out slow, preparing her, he was taking too fucking long, she huffed around his cock to express her frustration and he chuckled again.
"So impatient, Clover." he teased, but gave her what she wanted, gripping her hair as best he could without fucking up the blindfold and went about fucking her throat with more fervor. And Clover took it, bobbing her head in time with his thrusts, forcing it further down, her hands working whatever her throat couldn't take.
Time didn't seem real, not in this room, not when she couldn't see anything, but after what felt like forever, he grunted, pulling out as he came, making sure to release all over her face and chest.
Clover couldn't see it, a fact that left her pouting, but she reached up, running a finger through the mess on her collarbone, scooping some of it up and sucking it into her mouth. Thick and salty, it satisfied some part of her that truly needed it.
"You look so fucking pretty covered in my cum." He praised, Clover brightened at that. "Stand." He ordered, helping her to do so and moving behind her. He smoothly unzipped the dress, tugging the tight material down her thighs until it fell, pooling at her feet.
"Oh, you really came prepared." He noted as she wore nothing underneath.
"I was promised a night of orgasms and I won't let anything get in the way."
"That's not what the letter said." he sounded amused.
"You scheduled a meeting at this club? That is a promise of jelly legs and eyes rolled to the back of my head. If your cock can't do it, toys can." She had been in a bit of a sexual rut and she needed the release. A surprisingly gentle hand led her to the bed, then pushed her back onto it. Clover scrambled back just a little and felt the bed shift as he climbed up after her.
She once again was hit with the desperate urge to rip the blindfold off and find out who this was, to see what he looked like, but she found she also liked the mystery and the further it went, the more she liked it.
Rough hands gripped her ankles and yanked her down the bed, just a little and before she could say anything, a warm wet mouth covered her pussy.
"Fuck." She whimpered as the flat of his tongue ran up over her clit, two fingers held her pussy open as he worked her cunt. Her hands gripped the blanket underneath her, needing something to hold on to keep her from ruining the mystery.
"You taste just as sweet as I thought." He growled. "Fucking perfect."
"Who-" She tried again, but the question was interrupted by him plunging two fingers into her pussy. She was soaking wet, so he didn't find any resistance there, but his fingers were so thick that even just two of them stretched her and had her feeling nice and full.
"Hmm." He mused. "So tight." Of course that didn't slow him down at all, his fingers drilled into her until he managed to work in a third. "I want to fuck you, Clover, I want to fill this pretty pussy with my cock, will you let me do that?" he asked. She didn't hesitate,
"Yes!" She gasped, her back arching up off the bed, she was close, so close.
"That's my girl." He rumbled against her clit- the hand that wasn't already working her cunt slapped down on her clit, sending her over the edge. She cried out as she came, her hips trying to lift up off the bed. But he didn't give her a chance to recover, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his cock.
He was thicker than even three of his fingers, he filled her in a way she hadn't felt in far too long. It wasn't just about the size, it was about what he could do with it and fuck he knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what she needed, he didn't take his time or start slow, his hips pounded against her at a rapid rate, the bed shaking with his efforts.
Finally- finally his kissed her, a rough kiss that revealed that the man had some sort of a beard, a beard that she hadn't noticed when his face had been buried between her legs. She kissed him back, her legs wrapping around his waist, she still wore her heels and she didn't know if he could feel them or see them, there was a mirror in the room, after all, but his hand gripped her hair, still somewhat gentle to keep from loosening the blindfold, tilting her head back. His lips ravaged her throat, down her chest. lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking hard as his hand pinched and tugged on her nipples just as rough.
"Please- I'm almost there." She gasped as he switched, moving his mouth to the other nipple.
"Cum for me, Clover, I wanna feel how tight your pussy can squeeze me." He ordered. His tongue flicked her nipple and that was it, she came- her entire body bucking under him, but he didn't stop- not yet. One, two, three more thrusts and- He wasn't wearing a condom. She knew on some level it should have bothered her, but members of the club had to regularly submit STI tests and at least there was some sort of proto call in place for people who tested positive for certain things. She just couldn't bring herself to be mad, there was something about feeling his cum filling her that was undeniably hot.
"Do. Not. Move." He ordered. She felt him get off the bed and head to the en suite bathroom but she called out to him.
"Don't clean me up, I want to see it." He groaned in the other room but there was no follow up rag to clean her up. Instead, she heard him moving around the room, the sound of him getting redressed. "Is that it?" She asked.
"Oh not even close." He answered simply. She could still hear him moving until he was right next to her again, his finger moving around her pussy- she assumed he was collecting up the cum that had leaked out and he stuffed it all back into her, followed by a toy- oh a large toy, one that filled her pussy and pressed up against her clit.
"You're not going to take this out," He tapped the toy, "Or this off until you've cum for me one more time, understood?"
"How will you know?" She asked, she could tell that this was the end, he was going to slip out without revealing who the hell he was and yet she made no move to take off the blindfold.
"Because you are my good girl, and you wouldn't dare." He kissed her inner thigh. He was right too, she wasn't about to not do as he said. "and next time, Clover, wear your hair down." He pressed the button on the toy- starting it up. She couldn't hear him anymore as he walked, but over the buzz of the toy, over her pleasure, she could hear the door open and close.
At least he admitted one thing, she realized as the toy managed to get another orgasm out of her. Her hands shook as she turned it off and pulled it out of her, this wasn't their last time. She sat up to see the cum slowly dripping out of her cunt and she fell back to the bed, taking a deep breath. He was going to seek her out again. Next time, she'd find out who he was.
all through school, and even now, Clover and Cordelia like to share coloring pages. One of them will start, then they trade, then trade again until the picture is done. Now in college the two of them will run across campus to trade off pictures between classes. They have books and books filled with the pages they colored.
General appearance: Long brown hair and brown eyes and quite short
Personality: Octavia is the embodiment of "Though she be but little, she is fierce" She is a fire cracker of a young woman who was raised to fear nothing and no one
Special talents: She is the queen of the lacrosse team at Constance
Who they like better: Octavia is a daddy's girl, no question
Who they take after more: Her mother
Personal headcanon: when Octavia was 5, Clover's assistant tried to pick her up from the playground (it was arranged by Clover) but when this man that Octavia barely knew tried to pick her up, she punched him in the groin and ran
