Page 26 of It'll Be Fun
Chapter Nine
Eliza was actually the first one to the club ninety minutes before they were slated to open. It would give her time to make sure everything was ready. Before she left the house she woke Rusty for long enough to get some food in him, helped him to the bathroom, and then back to the couch again, where he promptly fell asleep toDoctor Whoplaying on the TV. She walked the dogs one more time, which would hopefully hold them until her return.
Hell, with a full tummy, an empty bladder, and the effects of painkillers, Rusty might very well sleep until she returned.
She was counting the cash drawer in the office when she heard a key in the lock and looked up to see Marcia and Derrick walk through the door. “Why are you guys here?”
“June and Scrye are out tonight. Their daughters were in a car accident up in Tampa.”
“Oh, my god! Are they okay?”
“Yeah,” Derrick said. “Minor injuries, but they both got taken to the hospital to get checked out. Probably will have whiplash. Stupid kid not paying attention and texting slammed into them from behind. The girls’ car was shoved forward into the car in front of them. Totaled it. They’re taking June’s car up there to them, because they need two cars.”
The door opened again, Cali, Max, and Sean walking in with takeout containers in hand. “Hey, why are you guys here?” Cali asked.
Derrick repeated the story.
“Oh, damn,” Max said. “I’m glad they’re going to be okay.”
“Yeah,” Marcia said. “Could’ve been a lot worse.”
“We’ve got Ted coming in,” Max said. “But I can call them and see if we can get Josh or Mark, too.”
“No, we’ll be okay for tonight,” Marcia said. “Run a BDSM club, they said—”
“It’ll befun, they said,” everyone else responded before they all burst into laughter.
* * * *
Tony and Shayla showed up a little later, at the same time Ted arrived. With Loren and Ross to round out the night’s volunteer roster, Eliza knew they’d be okay. This group was made up of some of the people Eliza thought of as the “A-Team” of volunteers, old-timers from the Suncoast Society who knew their kink, were incredibly safety conscious, and who didn’t take shit off people. These weren’t the only ones filed in that mental category in Eliza’s brain, but she knew they could handle the evening.
Which turned out to be surprisingly busy. Coming into the holiday season, they usually slowed down a little, but that night they had an unusually high number of attendees, with a lot of first-time newbies who had apparently found their club through a Facebook posting by someone else.
Meaning they were busy having people fill out forms and then giving them the newbie talk.
By eleven, however, the influx had slowed, and from that point on people would start trickling out.
Cali shooed Eliza out the door. “Go take care of your barbarian, and tell him we hope he feels better soon.”
“I’m sure he will. It was just another stupid accident in a long line of stupid accidents he’s had over the years. Such is the bane of the barbarian.”
Eliza headed home and, sure enough, found Rusty snoring on the couch, pretty much exactly where she’d left him. He didn’t even wake up as she did the bully-dog dance to keep from getting slimed to get the alarm switched off when she walked in.
In fact, he didn’t wake up until after she’d already walked the dogs and changed into a long T-shirt and nothing else and headed out to the living room to wake him to move to bed.
“Huh?” He squinted at her. “When’d you change clothes? Aren’t you going to the club?”
She held up his cell phone and showed him the time.
His eyes widened. “Oh, shit.Damn. What thehelldid they shoot me up with?”
“Something really good, apparently.” She helped him sit up and steadied him as he got to his feet so he could hobble down to the bedroom.
After a trip to the bathroom, he stretched out in bed on his back. “Well, this sucks.”
“Yeah, you’ll be out of combat for a while. You’ll have to supervise from a camp chair.”
He pointed at his cock which was, surprisingly, semi-stiff. “I meant I’d had hopes of some fun tonight, Ma’am.”
