Page 107 of Brat Baby
In the club.
Not online or offline.
In the club.
They actually still went to the club and left me to hang out in the apartment on my own.
I mean, we didn’t explicitly state that we would all meet here tonight, but I figured after they all stuck their dicks in me this week, I’d at least get the heads-up that they aren’t coming.
Fuck, Xavier dicked me down this morning and said absolutely nothing about going to a sex club tonight.
They could have at least sent me a text.
I drum my fingers on the countertop as I stare at the screen.
What are they even doing right now? Is it just a social thing, or are they there to do kinky things with other people?
My stomach lurches, and the few bites of dinner I ate before getting annoyed and doing some PI work threaten to make a reappearance.
They wouldn’t, would they?
Not after this week. Surely not. Right?
But then Oakley’s words from the other day come flooding back to me.
Right now, they are just clients, and clients can drop you without any warning.
There is an intense buzzing throughout my body, like the pleasant little butterflies I felt on my way over here have been devoured by hornets that aren’t just contained to my torso area.
This can’t be happening.
Not after everything that has happened.
I scroll the event page, trying to see if there is any other information about the event. The gallery is blank of photos from today, which I guess makes sense, since the event has only been going for a few minutes. There are no new comments, aside from the ones where people say they’re excited to see other members.
The bottom of the page is only one more scroll away when I see it.
Guest event tickets available.
I pause.
Could I? Could I really just buy my own ticket and show up?
And I have my own money now. I can spend it however I want. If this gets me one step closer to having them back by my side, then I should do it, right? And besides, even if they weren’t at the club tonight, I could go if I wanted to. They can’t ban me from the club.
Maybe they’ll be happy to see me? They’ll have someone to be with that they know will behave the right way for them. That will enjoy all their kinks, not just one or two, so that they can fuck together instead of separately.
Surely they would prefer me over some random submissive at the club?
Even with the hornets trying to take over my nervous system, I click on the link and go through the process of requesting a ticket and paying the fee.
It doesn’t take long for the ticket to land in my inbox, but the little time I do have to wait sends my anxiety through the roof.
This is totally fine. There is absolutely no need to feel so freaking anxious.
I can get ready. I can get in a rideshare. I can get all the way to the club, and I can change my mind at any point.
I can bail. They’ll never have to know.
