Life Unfiltered #3
Izzy slapped my hand away. “Stop that. It’s not time to take it off.”
I gritted my teeth, annoyed with not knowing exactly where I was, but it wouldn’t be a night out with Izzy without a little blindsiding. “Does everyone have on a blindfold or just me?”
“The other girls do too.” I knew she was lying as soon as they all started to giggle.
“Let’s do this,” Sophia said from my side.
I leaned over toward her voice and hoped I was close enough that she could hear me if I whispered. “Should I be scared?”
“Nah,” she muttered. “I promise you’ll have a smile on your face soon enough.”
“I’d better or I’m beating you after I beat Izzy.”
A door opened and the vibrations of a musical beat in the distance caught my attention. Without my sight, my other senses became more acute. “Are we at a club?” I asked as Sophia’s body moved before she opened her door.
“You can say that,” Angel replied in a strange voice.
After climbing out of the car, I held on to Sophia’s arm and walked on shaky legs. Martini number two hadn’t been my friend. My entire body felt like jelly. I wasn’t even sure my words came out without a slur, but I was so relaxed that it didn’t really matter either.
The crunching of the gravel under my feet made it even harder to walk. “I’m taking this shit off,” I whined and tried to remove the blindfold, but I almost lost my balance.
“No,” Sophia jerked her arm, causing me to stumble further.
“Don’t do that!” I yelled, grabbing on to her with both hands. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Sophia laughed. “We went through a lot of trouble for tonight. It’s a surprise, so don’t ruin it.”
“Fine,” I mumbled, and I didn’t know if I should be flattered or scared.
“Good evening, Ms. Izzy,” a man with an unfamiliar voice said as soon as we stepped inside.
The music wasn’t completely audible yet, but the bass from the song made my insides rattle. I pulled Sophia closer. “Where are we?”
“Shh,” Sophia told me.
“Good evening, ladies,” he greeted us and his voice said he liked what he saw.
“These are my sisters, Master Kurt.”
“I like sisters. I’ve always had this fantasy—”
“They’re all married and off-limits,” Izzy told him.
“Sure. My apologies. I’d hate to anger Master James.”
Master James. I gnawed on my lip, trying to gauge my drunkenness, and trying to see through the blindfold but failed.
“The entire top floor has been reserved for your party. The rest of your group is waiting for you, li’l one.”
“Thanks, Master Kurt.”
Where the fuck am I? My stomach began to knot as we started to walk again, this time toward the music and the wicked beat vibrating through my system.
“We should go,” I said when we stopped walking. I knew exactly where we were—Hedonism—James and Izzy’s club. “I can’t be here without Joe.”
“Oh, hush. This is going to be the night of our lives. One for the record books, in fact.” Max was somewhere in front of me, but I couldn’t tell exactly where.
“There’s no turning back now,” Mia said as an elevator dinged and we began to move again.
“Fuck,” I hissed and felt like I was about to expel the entire contents of my stomach, which consisted of exactly two martinis and nothing else.
When we stepped inside, the walls were rattling from the sexual beat of the music. Instantly, I regretted wearing a sundress with no underwear. I’d thought I’d surprise Joe when I got home from one drink with the girls. I’d figured I’d attack him on the couch and show him just how much I loved him.
Now, with nothing underneath, all I could think about were handsy men on a dance floor trying to cop a feel, getting more than either of us bargained for.
When the doors opened, there was an unmistakable scent in the air—sex. I shuffled my feet, moving apprehensively, and ready to kill Izzy for whatever her pea brain had concocted. Everyone with me tonight was on my shit list. They went along with her plan, knowing full well I would flip my lid.
A door creaked and Sophia led me inside. I swallowed down my fear, believing that my sisters wouldn’t put me in harm’s way or end my marriage.
“You wait here,” Sophia said, pushing me downward.
Putting my hands underneath me, I felt for a seat and tried to relax. “Okay. Blindfold?”
“Leave it,” Izzy commanded from a distance.
“Don’t move.” Sophia chuckled and patted me on the shoulder. “I promise it will be fine,” she whispered. “Trust me.” After giving me a light squeeze, the sound of her heels faded as she walked toward the door and closed it.
Besides the sound of Nine Inch Nails’s “Closer” in the distance, the only thing I could hear was my heart beating wildly in my chest. My palms began to sweat and I tried to dry them on my sundress, smoothing it down in the process to cover as much of my body as I possibly could.
Swallowing down my fear, I sat perfectly still and listened for the approach of someone but heard nothing. I couldn’t. The sound of my heart racing and the blood rushing through my ears drowned out everything around me except the erotic beat of the music.
When the door opened and slammed closed, I gasped.