6. - – Laura
CHAPTER SIX
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LAURA
The plan is simple: we somehow get super cool and fast so we look like we belong in this line.
Only we’re already in the line and kinda fit the vibe.
I can’t believe I’m in line at a bar that might be a sex club, but probably isn’t one, and in the shortest dress I own.
If anyone recognizes us, we’re fucked. I can see the headline RJ Basket teachers found at the sex club grand opening.
Scandalous! It probably isn’t a damn sex club.
Claire and I spent an embarrassing amount of time researching just in case.
I added a few new books to my to-be-read list, too.
Incognito mode got some attention on Google, we searched and fell down a very kinky rabbit hole.
Did we both have the results of the BDSM test saved on our phones now? Yes. Okay, I have it saved, and I hope Claire did too, because I can’t be the only freaky one in our best-friend duo.
It took some digging, but we finally found an online post about the grand opening of Midnight.
And it all looked very bar-like, noting sex club-related listings.
I very nearly created a Fetlife account after Claire had gone to bed.
A world I had tasted once was easily accessible on my home computer.
It took one time… one night of Drake’s dominance to hook me.
And ruin my sex life. I crave his dominance like a drug addict.
And now he’s back in Gas City and… I put two and two together while we waited in line to get inside.
“What if it is a sex club?” Claire whispered.
“Then maybe we’ll get laid.”
“Laura, we cannot have sex with random men in a sex club. People watch in sex clubs. I cannot have a club full of people looking at my butthole.” Claire whispered through her teeth.
“No one is gonna look at your butthole.”
“Shut up.” Claire hissed.
“I take that back. I bet at least one person in this line.”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Claire growled.
The line moves steadily, and not once do I see anyone I recognize.
It’s probably just a fancy bar. Dancing and high-end booze.
Women and men dressed to kill and waiting for a chance just to dance made absolute sense.
No one was wearing anything like what the internet searches I had done revealed.
No collars, leashes, or leather masks anywhere.
The line had stopped growing not long after we arrived, but there were already so many people ahead of us.
Luckily for the Midnight patron, the club was inside what used to be a Kmart department store.
This entire line and then some could fit inside with plenty of room to spare.
All that space would be perfect for a sex club, big enough for different spaces for different kinks.
Maybe they have a little space or a pet play area, and private rooms. My mind goes on a kinky adventure as we wait.