Page 2 of One Night Scandal


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His fingers fly across the keyboard as he nods, his eyes flicking up to me as he does.

“Rough night?”

I scoff, giving him a terse nod.

The rest of the paperwork is completed in silence before he slides the room key to me.

“You’re on the twenty seventh floor. Check out is at eleven and if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to let us know.”

“Thanks,” I say as I grab my key when he slides another card across the counter. His eyes flick around as he lowers his voice.

“Just in case you’re looking to turn your night around.”

My eyes flick down to the black card with silverwriting as I pick it up. All it has on it is an address and a password underneath.Gratify. I look up to him in confusion as he nods.

“Trust me.”

Staring at him for a moment, I slowly nod before heading off to my room. When I step into the elevator, I hit the twenty seven button before glancing down at the card in my hand. No logo or branding. Nothing discernible as to what it is.

The elevator doors open and I wheel my suitcase through the hallway before coming to my room. I wave the key over the reader and push my way inside, shutting the door behind me before flopping down onto the bed. I stare up at the ceiling for several seconds, wanting to think about anything except my spoiled as fuck girlfriend, or I guess, ex-girlfriend.

The card is still in my hand, and curiosity gets the best of me. I pull out my phone, googling the address before being lead to a very discreet and simple website.

One Night you will never forget.

Below their slogan is their business hours, the statement that it is a twenty one and older establishment and masks are required to preserve privacy. I furrow my brows as I try to dig up more information on it. I’m not sure exactly what sways my decision. I really just want to go to sleep and get back to Boston. Despite my first instinct, though, I get up and head for the shower, getting ready for the night because honestly, how could it get much worse?

Chapter Two

Cassi

Excitement runs through me. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this birthday my entire life. First as a kid you look forward to double digits, then it’s sixteen so you can drive, eighteen so you’re an adult. We all know that the real prize is that golden twenty one. You can drink, legally, get in anywhere you want. The world is your oyster and being a minor is a thing of the past.

My two best friends and I rented a hotel room downtown for the night and the original plan was to go bar hopping. Until I heard about this club last week. A sex club.

There is no name for it, publicly, that is. Just an address, a few words on an otherwise blank website and a plain brick building on Pine avenue.

When I brought up the idea, Arianna and Naomi both seemed hesitant. Eventually, though, they came around. Now we’re standing in front of the address, and my heart is racing. Wild fantasies of what is inside have been dancing in my head all week. I’m just hoping it doesn’t disappoint. I mean, how could it? We are three single women who haven’t been laid in a hot minute, apart from Naomi who has never been laid period. If all we find behindthese doors are a couple of good orgasms and some free drinks, then it’ll be more than worth it.

Twisting the strings of my gold masquerade mask in my hand, I knock against the door. A large bouncer steps out as he looks us over. Smiling to him, I speak what I’ve gathered is the password for entrance.

“Gratify.”

He gives me an approving nod before taking our ID’s, glancing at them before handing them back.

“Masks on, ladies, and welcome to paradise.”

My entire body is practically buzzing as I turn my head to look at my two best friends. Arianna is wearing a little black dress that matches her jet black hair with a matching black mask, my god it’s like she doesn’t own a single piece of color in her wardrobe. Naomi finishes fastening her red mask, a good color against her blonde hair and grey eyes.

Flipping my red hair over my shoulder, I lead us down the hallway as we follow the bouncer. It feels like the hall goes on forever and I’m only mildly beginning to panic that I’ve gotten us into a bad situation until we turn a corner and a whole new world explodes right before our eyes.

Lights flash in every direction, drapery is gorgeously arranged all around, sexy music thumps all around us reverberating through the space as the entire room overloads my senses in the best way. My eyes bounce around wildly as I attempt to take it all in. Gorgeous men and women are sprawled out across every corner. Some are flirting at the bar top, a few are walking one another with collars and leashes. Some are getting blow jobs right there in the middle of the room. The place immediately oozes sex, passion and power. I swear to god I’m getting a contact high off it already.

Arianna and Naomi look to see a very beautiful woman bouncing on a man’s cock.

“Fuck,” Naomihuffs.

“I told you guys, right?!” I squeal. “I wonder where the bondage demonstrations are.”