And…my friends are trying to throw me a birthday party on Friday night.
I don’t do birthdays. I don’t attend birthday celebrations for other people, and I certainly don’t go out and celebrate my own.
But Chelsea and Kelly are relentless. I swear, they’ve been alternating shifts between the two of them, taking turns calling my cell and ringing my damn doorbell. My refusal to answer only made them blow up my phone with text messages.
We’re going out Friday night, Sadie. And you’re going. It’s your birthday. Get ready!
We’ve been friends since university, so for the life of me, I can’t figure out why they haven’t come to terms with my hatred for birthdays. Is it really so bad to detest celebrating getting older?
Another text comes in, and even though I roll my eyes, I slide my finger across the screen to read it…accidentally pressing the call button instead.
“No, no, shit, shit!” But it’s too late. I can already hear the damn thing ringing, and Kelly answers on the second ring.
“About freaking time!” she exclaims.
I cringe as I hold the phone up to my ear. “I already told you guys, I don’t do birthdays.”
“Suck it up, princess. Because we’re doing this one six ways from Sunday! It’s Club Sin, Sadie! Sin! We have to go.”
“It’s just a club,” I remark, but even I can hear the hint of intrigue in my voice.
Club Sin—or just plain Sin, as everyone calls it—opened downtown about six months ago. It’s by invite only, which is weird enough, and no one can explain how or why Chelsea got an invite last week, making it even more mysterious.
The three of us are far from wild party girls, content to watch chick flicks on Saturday nights and order pizza from the local Domino’s. We have our share of dates, but we don’t take them too seriously. Mostly, because we can’t. Have you ever sat across the table from a man who might look educated and handsome, but the moment he opens his mouth it’s impossible to do anything but want to tune him out because you know he’s laying it on thick and absolutely, positively full of shit?
That, to me, explains the entire generation of men I have to put up with.
It’s not looking good for the future of mankind.
So, the idea of going to a club that’s secretive as hell, where no one actually knows what happens beyond the doors, and where ther
e are undoubtedly throngs of well-dressed, twenty-something boys pretending to be men…it doesn’t bode well with me.
Especially not to celebrate my survival of another year of adulthood.
“Just a club,” Kelly snorts. “And I’m just a virgin.”
I chuckle wryly. “But you’re not a virgin.”
“And it’s not just a club!” she exclaims, laughing. “You’re going with me and Chelsea, whether you like it or not. It might be our only chance to find out if the rumors are true.”
I sprawl out on the brown leather couch in my living room. “And what rumors would those be?” My gaze is locked on my sweatpants and bare feet. It’s a day off from my job at my dad’s surveying office, but it occurs to me idly that maybe I should put a little more effort into my appearance. You know, something other than gray sweatpants, a loose t-shirt, and the messy bun of sandy hair on my head.
“Which would you like to hear about first?” Kelly is practically bursting at the seams. “How about the fact that I heard there are orgy rooms? Like, rooms where multiple people can go in together and—”
“I know what an orgy is, Kelly.” I stare up at the ceiling, pressing my lips together to hold in a sigh.
“Fine. But what about the VIP areas I heard about? Specialty rooms. You know, whips and chains…bringing the sexual experience to the next level, and all that jazz.”
My eyebrow arches as I listen to her, but I scoff. “No offence, but it doesn’t really sound like my kind of place.”
“But it’s Sin! We have to go, Sadie.” She’s openly whining now. “If you won’t go because it’s your birthday, at least come with us to help me out. I don’t want to be the only one with Chelsea. What if she ends up in one of the VIP rooms with some smokin’ hot guy, and I’m left fending for myself amongst the sea of dumbass guys there? I need you!”
I laugh, rolling my eyes even though she can’t see it. “See? This is exactly why we should stay home.”
“It’s Sin!” Kelly repeats for the umpteenth time. “If I never get to go there because of you, I’ll never be able to forgive you!”
I squeeze my eyes shut, still chuckling. “Oh my God, fine. But, I swear to you, Kelly, if I get there and you two ditch me for some kinky shenanigans going on in the back room, I’ll never forgive you.”