Page 7 of Bound to the One-Night Stand

Next to me, Kessily drums her fingers on the bar and jumps around in her seat. She’s so very excited while I’m still trying to gather the courage just to get up and go face my fears. It’s so easy for her that she doesn’t seem to understand that I’m scared shitless.

Not only is it terror at the idea of trying something new but also knowing before tonight is over, I’ll no longer be a virgin. It feels enormous, and yet, so many have already lost theirs and not given it a second thought.

I suppose it’s because I know this is final. If I do this, I’m officially saying goodbye to Alec and allowing a stranger into my life. Tipping my head back, I down the last of the mudslide and set the glass on the table.

When I pull my wallet out to pay, Kessily rests her hand on mine. “I got you tonight.” She looks over at the bartender. “Pull it from my account and add a tip.”

“Thank you kindly. Have fun, you two.”

As I get up from the chair, I sway a bit, but not so much that it’s noticeable. Kessily wasn’t lying when she said I was a lightweight, but even this feels excessive. I didn’t even taste the alcohol, and yet, I can feel the warmth spreading through my body.

It loosens me up a touch, allowing me to put one foot in front of the other until we reach another door. Without saying a word, the man opens it up and steps to the side so we can duck in. For a moment, I’m frozen, unable to move.

Until now, I had an idea in my head about what things would look like, but it’s nothing compared to the visual feastin front of my eyes. Thick, plush lounges dot the space, giving people a sumptuous place to sit while watching the activities. Furniture fills up the room and alcoves, but I have no words for what they are. They seem so ordinary, yet so different.

The people are in various states of undress, their bodies on display for anyone to see. I turn and shield my eyes for a moment, unsure of where to look. But Kessily simply laughs and shakes me.

“It’s okay. They want you to look! That’s part of the point.”

“I mean, I refuse to get naked.” Forcing myself to look back up, I wrap my arms around my chest.

“No one is making you take your clothes off. But it will make some things a lot harder to do.”

Fuck. She has a point there. I guess I’ll have to remove the cloth shield from around me at some point, then. Hopefully, it will be in some dark alcove where not many people can see. It’s not because I harbor ill feelings about how I look. It’s more that I’m not ready for a complete stranger to see all of me.

That will be after tomorrow. I don’t want to hasten it any quicker than I have to.

“Kessily!” A loud, feminine voice booms out from nearby, drawing my gaze.

A tall, thin woman with hair in pigtails comes bouncing over, her breasts about to pop out of her midriff with every wriggle. My gaze travels up and down her body, noting the high school-girl skirt and old-fashioned saddle shoes.

“Hey! There’s my favorite Little girl. Have you been a good girl today?”

“Uh-huh!” she squeals, rocking back and forth on herheels. “So good. I did all my homework so I could play this weekend.”

“You know what that means, don’t you?” Kessily looks over at me and winks as if I could somehow possibly have the answer.

“It means good girl spankings!” the woman cries out as she dances in place.

“Exactly. Good girl spankings. But I need you to be patient for a little bit and let me get my friend settled in.”

The woman crosses her arms and gives the most adorable humph, making her look more like a sulking teenager than a grown woman.

“None of that, young lady,” Kessily scolds, wagging her finger in her face. “Good girls don’t pitch a fit. Now sit over on that bench until I’m ready for you.”

Again, she has that tremor of authority in her voice, the one that makes things tingle on me that really shouldn’t. With a sigh, Kessily turns and gives me a soft smile.

“Sorry, sweetie. I promised Little Amelia that I’d do a scene with her tonight if she was good. Will you be okay watching the scenes going on while we play? I’m not trying to abandon you.”

“I’ll be fine. I promise.”

The look she gives me is skeptical as she raises her eyebrow. “Listen. The band tells everyone you’re new here. The main players have all been vetted and are good people. They won’t take advantage of you. Do not engage with people with the same color band. I don’t know them personally. Only people with dark red, black, or blue. Promise me.”

I stifle the urge to roll my eyes. “I promise. Now go have fun. I have plenty to keep me occupied.”

She continues to look at me, concern in her gaze, buteventually she turns to the woman and gives her all the attention. With a sigh of relief, I mill about, watching all the different activities. Despite my earlier thoughts and feelings, I can’t help but feel the threads of arousal winding through my body as I watch couples of all types engaging in all sorts of scandalous activities.

Though several beat each other with implements that are foreign to me, many seem to have sex where everyone can watch them. Granted, the sex is far rougher than what I’m used to seeing online, but they all seem to enjoy themselves. Off in the distance, a loud cry pierces the air, drawing my attention.

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