been with the right guy.
Give me a chance.
I’m literally giving you my body so
you can use it to get off.
Why would you do that?
Chances are I’m going to enjoy it.
And I’d like to prove a point.
And maybe experiment a little.
Okay, I have an idea.
I’m listening.
There’s a sex club. Salacious.
My fingers freeze over the screen. Oh god, please don’t suggest we go there. This woman has no idea my dad is the owner, and she’s never going to find out.
I know it sounds crazy, but they have a masquerade night once a week. You don’t have to be a member to go. It’s like an open house. We could meet there. And if we want…we can rent a room.
Do you go there?
No.
I just saw the announcement.
When is it?
Friday night.
Fuck. My dad’s engagement party.
What time?
Late. Ten?
Surely, I can sneak out of the party by then. Fuck, am I really considering this? Going to his fucking sex club?
Yes, but it’s not in support of him or the club. It’s just to meet this lady and hopefully get laid. Like an ironic form of rebellion.
I’m in. Friday at ten.
Until then I want you to think about what you want.
Watch some porn to get some ideas.
Text me when you think of something.
For a guy who was so sure this was all fake, you sure do seem eager now.
I smile.
Yeah, I guess I am eager.