getting a better look at it made me question my morals. A business card slipped out of his pocket and when I picked it up, a thought crossed my mind then slipped right back out. It was crazy to go to The Lair, especially given its “contents” and what the club contains.
Anna doesn’t say a word as we bolt out the door. Not like I gave her a chance to say anything. Going to The Lair was on my radar now. Gwen says she will meet us there but not before getting a million questions regarding the sudden need and urge to go to this club. The business card is stuffed in my pocket and even though it’s just a piece of paper, I feel it there against my thigh, burning straight through to my skin. Anna skips her car and instead jumps into my yellow bug. “Why aren’t you taking your car?” I ask, fastening my seatbelt.
“Because if we drink, one of us has to drive, so what’s the point in taking two cars?”
I call bullshit. “Liar.”
“Plus, it will give me adequate time to question this behavior,” she says, turning her full attention to me and looking at me questionably.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” Pulling out the business card, I hand it to her. “Here is the information to the club, the address, number, everything. It’s legit,” I say, trying to deter the focus from me to the club.
“Oh, I know it’s legit but what I don’t understand is why you want to suddenly go there. This is not your style,” Anna says, pulling out her phone and pretends to scroll through Instagram or some other distraction.
“What? Whips and chains don’t get you all excited?!” I ask defensively.
She chuckles. “Oh, yes they do but what I don’t get is why they get you excited? You’re Miss prim and proper, Miss responsible, Miss missionary,” Anna accusingly says causing me to slam on the breaks as we’re driving down the road. It was more out of shock than anything.
“I am not Miss missionary! I have kinky sex all the time!” Anna raises an eyebrow.
“Oh, really? Then why don’t you tell me what is the safe word you used with your last boyfriend?” she asks, keeping her attention to me.
“Ummm….stop?” I say. Anna shakes her head.
“No, stop is not a safe word. If anything, it will make your man go harder and rougher. Stop is not the word to use. You don’t know anything about the lifestyle, do you? And where did you get this business card anyways? It’s not like they’re on display at the grocery store or church or something.”
I laugh nervously. “Ha ha right, church. That’s a good one.” Anna raises one eyebrow then crosses her arms in a “you’re in deep trouble” stance.
“Alright, spill. What the fuck is going on?” she asks, as we pull onto the street the club is supposedly at.
I gape at her. “Nothing! Nothing at all! Why do you keep assuming something is going on?”
“Because I wasn’t born yesterday and I’m not stupid. Emotionally challenged maybe but not stupid.” Ignoring her while keeping my eyes on the road, the club comes into view. From the outside, it looks like an average building in the middle of nowhere. Despite its upscale appearance and clean landscaping, you would think this building housed the most exclusive club Charleston has ever seen. Which is not a lie, because it is the most exclusive club Charleston has ever seen it’s just the interior of the club isn’t what most expect.
From the outside, the vast brick building looks welcoming with its pillars, potted plants, dark red shutters and off-white siding. It has a noticeable southern charm about it that you’d typically find in Charleston. I wonder how many people show up here expecting the building to house something entirely different.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on before we get out of this car?” Anna pries once more for information by giving me an accusatory look. The cat is already out of the bag so I might as well tell her. Putting the car in park, I turn in my seat
Anna doesn’t say a word as we bolt out the door. Not like I gave her a chance to say anything. Going to The Lair was on my radar now. Gwen says she will meet us there but not before getting a million questions regarding the sudden need and urge to go to this club. The business card is stuffed in my pocket and even though it’s just a piece of paper, I feel it there against my thigh, burning straight through to my skin. Anna skips her car and instead jumps into my yellow bug. “Why aren’t you taking your car?” I ask, fastening my seatbelt.
“Because if we drink, one of us has to drive, so what’s the point in taking two cars?”
I call bullshit. “Liar.”
“Plus, it will give me adequate time to question this behavior,” she says, turning her full attention to me and looking at me questionably.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” Pulling out the business card, I hand it to her. “Here is the information to the club, the address, number, everything. It’s legit,” I say, trying to deter the focus from me to the club.
“Oh, I know it’s legit but what I don’t understand is why you want to suddenly go there. This is not your style,” Anna says, pulling out her phone and pretends to scroll through Instagram or some other distraction.
“What? Whips and chains don’t get you all excited?!” I ask defensively.
She chuckles. “Oh, yes they do but what I don’t get is why they get you excited? You’re Miss prim and proper, Miss responsible, Miss missionary,” Anna accusingly says causing me to slam on the breaks as we’re driving down the road. It was more out of shock than anything.
“I am not Miss missionary! I have kinky sex all the time!” Anna raises an eyebrow.
“Oh, really? Then why don’t you tell me what is the safe word you used with your last boyfriend?” she asks, keeping her attention to me.
“Ummm….stop?” I say. Anna shakes her head.
“No, stop is not a safe word. If anything, it will make your man go harder and rougher. Stop is not the word to use. You don’t know anything about the lifestyle, do you? And where did you get this business card anyways? It’s not like they’re on display at the grocery store or church or something.”
I laugh nervously. “Ha ha right, church. That’s a good one.” Anna raises one eyebrow then crosses her arms in a “you’re in deep trouble” stance.
“Alright, spill. What the fuck is going on?” she asks, as we pull onto the street the club is supposedly at.
I gape at her. “Nothing! Nothing at all! Why do you keep assuming something is going on?”
“Because I wasn’t born yesterday and I’m not stupid. Emotionally challenged maybe but not stupid.” Ignoring her while keeping my eyes on the road, the club comes into view. From the outside, it looks like an average building in the middle of nowhere. Despite its upscale appearance and clean landscaping, you would think this building housed the most exclusive club Charleston has ever seen. Which is not a lie, because it is the most exclusive club Charleston has ever seen it’s just the interior of the club isn’t what most expect.
From the outside, the vast brick building looks welcoming with its pillars, potted plants, dark red shutters and off-white siding. It has a noticeable southern charm about it that you’d typically find in Charleston. I wonder how many people show up here expecting the building to house something entirely different.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on before we get out of this car?” Anna pries once more for information by giving me an accusatory look. The cat is already out of the bag so I might as well tell her. Putting the car in park, I turn in my seat
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