Page 13 of Big Baby
He laughed and strode into the room, settling his ass on my desk and looking down at me, crossing his arms. He was my closest friend in this place, maybe in every place. It was he who suggested The Bone Yard as the club to be… he who put the idea in my head when he stole my phone and looked through my history one drunken night. After laughing his ass off for ten minutes, something clicked, and he grabbed my phone back, showing me the place.
Any kink you can imagine catered for with the utmost discretion.
“Drinks tonight?” Lorenzo asked. “I threw my kids out early, need a fucking beer.”
We used to spend most Friday nights at one bar or another, but since settling with Victoria, that had become once a month or even less. “Anything in mind?” I was desperate not to go home. Victoria knew something was up, but she was giving me the space to come to her. Too fucking good for me.
“Nah, I’m easy.”
“I know where we should go,” I said, a wide smile spreading over my face. I was feeling damn reckless. Desperate. My skin itched with the need to find Rosa —Zora— and confront her. “That sex club.”
Lorenzo pulled a face. “What sex club?” He leaned forward, curiosity winning him over. “I don’t know about no sex club.”
I grinned and filled him in, jogging his memory. I might be a twisted-up fucker, but I needed to see the woman I’d screwed up my life with.
Heavy music pulsed through the club, dull lights making it hard to see what was going on in the heaving crowd. Up on the stage, strobes and flashing lights showed off naked bodies, male, female, some I couldn’t tell, all moving, writhing, looking like they were having sex with the air up there. Damn, the way some of them could move waslike nothing I’d ever seen…
It was insane, with pockets of other dancers, some professional, some not. Everyone was moving, swaying, pulsing.
“Isn’t this place just so fucking cool?” Lorenzo said, his grin wide and glinting. Once I’d jogged his memory, he told me he’d never been but always wanted to. He was ready for a night of debauched fun, and I was a little bit in his way. He’d made me promise we wouldn’t cock-block each other before he agreed.
We weren’t here for their additional services tonight, the paid-for rooms below our feet where we could fulfill our every desire, but there were still plenty of opportunities to have fun up here, it seemed. Today, we were here to drink and watch. And I was here to see if Zora was working.
Pregnant.
Shit.
She was pregnant. When we had sex, we’d been total idiots and not used protection. She said it was fine, though, that she was prepared. I’d been a fool to believe her. An idiot to go in unwrapped. So caught up in the moment with her that it hadn’t even occurred to me not to trust her words. But we were both culpable. Despite the tiniest instinct to blame it all on her, it took two to fucking tango. Full sex wasn’t supposed to be on the agenda that night; nothing had been planned for it. But it’d happened, and it was incredible.
Lorenzo moved to the bar, and I followed, joining the crush to get to the front. They served alcohol, but focusedon non-alcoholic alternatives, giving perks to those who chose them.
“This is a sex club,” Lorenzo yelled in my ear, like I didn’t fucking know. “Apparently, a few years ago it got into some difficulties, reopened last year as it is now. Much safer! They have all these safety measures, incentives and shit.” He paused. “I read about it on reddit!”
I nodded along, only half paying attention, wanting to find Zora. Any sign of her reddish-blonde hair, her soft body. She maybe didn’t even work here at all anymore, what with the state she was now in. My fault. My state. I think.
I realized she’d never said either way. But then it wasn’t like she was expecting me to pop up in her sister’s apartment ready to join her family.
God, we’d made such a mess of it.
Lorenzo and I ordered two non-alcoholic beers from a witchy-looking guy behind the bar and let him stamp our hands. Four stamps, he said, and we get a free non-alcoholic drink of our choice.
Lorenzo shrugged and muttered something, then we moved into the main crowd of the club, watching the dancers, the other patrons, just hanging out. It was nice. Too loud to speak to each other, only able to people watch. Meant my mind could wander, study my surroundings.
But still no Zora.
“I’ll be right back!” I yelled in Lorenzo’s ear before drifting away. I was going to find her.
He gave me a thumbs up and dipped onto the dance floor, his body fast matching the beat, lost to the music already. Boy moved quick.
As did I, apparently, because I was growing obsessed.
Moving through the club this time was so different from before. Last time, I was nervous about what would happen, about who I would meet and if I would even want to get off when it was time to get started. When I brought up the club to Victoria, just testing boundaries, seeing if she would want to consider going, she told me to go and do what I needed.
She said she didn’t want to hear about it, but she understood I had these… needs. Needs she had no desire to fulfill. She told me a professional was better than a random, and to have at it. I wasn’t sure she really meant it, if it was a joke, and we didn’t speak about it before or after, but I ran with it. It was a prime example of how emotionless she could be with me. Even if she was joking, she still made it clear she didn’t care.
So, four beers deep, I booked a session through The Bone Yard website, laying out everything that I wanted, and a day later, I met Zora. Sucked on Zora and succeeded in living my ultimate fantasy.
Well, almost.
