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“What’s going on?” I asked quietly, but still loud enough for her to hear.
“There is an event in here tonight! A Littles Movie Night! You’re so excited, aren’t you babygirl?” she asked her little, who still sat on the floor, her thumb now in her mouth.
“Are you staying?” the little girl asked me.
“I, um… I didn’t know about it. So I didn’t sign up.” Immediately, the girl pouted.
My thoughts exactly.
Resisting the urge to pout myself, I rose from the sofa and walked out of the playroom. I had just been getting up the nerve to get involved. Lesson learned. I would come back in a few days and try again.
Standing in the hallway, I debated going to my car and heading for home. Or I could stay and wander around a bit, familiarizing myself with the club a little more. There was more to see here than just the Littles Room, after all.
Chapter Five
I mademy way down the opposite hall, towards the main event space of the club. Resisting the urge to cover my ears at the loud music, I looked around for someone to talk to.
Get out there and get involved, Willow. You can do this!
A group of women stood off in a quieter corner of the room. That was a good place to start.
“Um, hello. Mind if I join you?” I greeted the three women. There was a moment of awkwardness before one of them smiled.
“Of course. Hi, I’m Drea, and these two women are Cissa and Blair.”
“Nice to meet you, I’m Bunny.” It was a million times more awkward here in the main room, but I was determined to do what Layla had suggested. Time to get out there and get to know people; to make a name for myself in this community.
“We were just getting ready to do a rope scene over there. Would you like to watch?” Cissa asked, pointing to a hard point and ring hanging from the ceiling a few feet away.
“Oh, a rope scene? I haven’t seen one in a long while. I’d love to. Thank you,” I answered excitedly. I had seen a few back in Denver, but it had been months.
“Make yourself comfortable. We’ll get started in a few minutes.” With that, I was once again left on my own as the three women moved to the hard point. Blair disrobed while the other two pulled ropes from their bags and began to set up. This was close enough for me, so I made myself comfortable, leaning against the wall to watch.
The scene began, and I was mesmerized. As though it were a choreographed dance, the two women worked together, moving the rope bottom from spot to spot. And then they lifted her into the air. Gasping at the beauty of it, I didn’t even hear someone approach from behind.
“Well, good evening, there. Aren’t you a cute little thing?” A man’s voice called, startling me to the point I jumped, my hand clutching my chest.
“Oh, um. Hi.” Turning to greet him, I was shocked by the tall, muscled man who stood near me. Covered in tattoos, with long hair and black eyeliner rimming his dark eyes, he looked every bit a sadist — and nothing like a Daddy.
“So what brings you to this fine establishment this evening, pretty lady?” he drawled flirtatiously.
“Just getting to know the scene here,” I answered politely, turning back to watch the beautiful rope suspension before me.
“And what is it you’re here looking for, exactly?” The back of his knuckles ran down my spine, a shiver of discomfort directly following his touch. I didn’t like it. Not one bit.
“Who said I was looking for anything? I’m just here observing.” I did not want to talk to this man, but I also had no intention of being rude. In hopes he would get the point, I kept myself facing away from him, focusing only on the rope scene taking place.
“Well, well, well. Looks like the kitten has claws.” A sharp tug on my hair made me gasp, and I turned around to face him as my anger surfaced.
“Please do not touch me without my permission.” I snapped, barely holding on to some semblance of calm.
“Ah, come on now, honey. There’s no need to be so prickly. I was just being polite, after all.” His smarmy charm, laid on thicker than a teenage boy with a new can of Axe body spray, made my stomach roll.
“I’m not being prickly. I just said do not touch me, please.”
“This is a sex club, darlin’. Touch is kind of part of the game.”
“You forgot the word consensual. Consensual touch is part of the game.” Nerves and anxious worry had the earlier butterflies turning to stinging wasps, making every hair on my body stand on end.
