The driver pulls up to the club, the nondescript facade revealing nothing about the activities going on inside. Axel passes the driver a few bills and says, “First round’s on one of you cheap bastards!”
As I climb out of the cab, I feel the alcohol I consumed before the drive hit me. I breathe in a few gulps of the crisp night air to steady myself.
Declan catches my eye, looking grim. “Let’s do this,” he mutters under his breath, giving me a fist bump. I’m all too happy to play along that I’m just as reluctant as he is to go inside, but really, my heart is pounding with anticipation.
The three of us stroll past the bouncer, flashing our IDs, and head straight for the bar. Just as I remember from last time, the first room contains only a bar with a few stools. A few couples linger around sipping their drinks, either waiting for somebody or building up their courage to walk into the next room. I don’t dare to go through the doors without having a stiff glass of liquid courage in my hand.
“Three shots of whiskey and three Manhattans,” I say to the bartender, a sexy brunette in a black leather bustier. She smirks at my shaky hand as I pass her my credit card.
“First time?” she asks as she pours the shots, flashing me a wide smile.
“No, actually,” I say irritably.
“Could’ve fooled me,” she says, still smiling to herself. I wonder if she’s into kinky stuff too. She must be; otherwise, why would anyone choose to work here? I wouldn’t mind tying her up and wiping that smirk off her face with a gag.
What am I thinking?
She slides three shots across the bar and pours a fourth for herself. “Cheers, boys,” she says, nodding to Axel and Declan. Axel grins at her, staring unabashedly at her breasts, while Declan reaches gratefully for the shot.
“Here’s to…getting Maddox laid tonight!” crows Axel.
I groan and toss back my shot, already wishing I had another. The bartender seems to take pity on me and quickly passes me another shot and a glass of water without me asking. “On me,” she says flirtatiously, then turns away to make the rest of our drinks.
Axel glares at me. “How is it that we’re identical twins, yet you’re the one who always seems to get the girls?”
It’s true; I’ve been known to be a player and a flirt. Before Jasmine, I was bringing home a different girl every weekend. But now, even in this place that reeks of anonymous sex, I just keep wishing she was here to enjoy it with me. I can’t help but think how differently this night would be going if I were here with Jasmine, if she ever could’ve embraced this side of me, instead of the guys.
We’re just getting our Manhattans when I hear the front door open behind us and a group of three cute girls comes in.
Axel realizes who they are first.
“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, his face turning red.
It’s Clara, our foster sister, and two of her friends. Shit.
I’m so shocked to see her here that it takes me a moment to realize whom she’s with.
Axel and I lock eyes, and we do that twin thing where we can communicate wordlessly. We are both wondering what our next move should be, if we should get out of there before she sees us. Axel blinks first and decides for us.
He beelines over to the girls, and I follow.
They haven’t seen us yet and are giggling to each other when Axel storms over to them.
“Clara!” he says, grabbing her by the arm. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Clara abruptly stops laughing and her face goes white when she sees her foster brothers are here, at the same sex club where she is. She recovers quickly, though, and shakes his hand off.
“I could ask you the same thing,” she says prissily.
That’s when I see her.
Madison.
My little sister’s best friend.
I see her green eyes, sparkling like two emeralds, staring directly into mine.
Why is she here, of all places?
Seeing her unexpectedly, and in the strangest of circumstances, has set my mind racing. I don’t know what’s more jolting—seeing my little sister here or seeing Madison.
“You need to leave!” Axel hisses, his eyes boring into Clara’s. She just laughs.
“Oh, don’t be such a prude! I’m an adult and have every right to be here too, you know,” she argues. “And don’t worry, we’re not gonna…do anything,” she giggles. “We just wanted to…check it out.”
Relieved to hear that this was the first time the girls had been here, I started to relax a little bit. Not that it really matters because, as she said, she’s an adult. But it would definitely change my perspective of my baby foster sister to find out that she frequented places like this.
And it would definitely affect how I think about Madison.
“Hey, Madison,” I say in what I hope is a smooth and controlled voice. Madison just nods back at me, clearly uncomfortable. She is looking drop-dead gorgeous in a short, dark-green dress that shows off her curves. Her honey-blonde hair cascades down her back in waves. I long to reach over and run my fingers through it.
Because I’ve had a crush on Madison Taylor since around when I was twenty and she was sixteen. Madison has been friends with Clara forever, but the summer after my sophomore year of college is when Madison suddenly changed, as if overnight, from my little sister’s dorky friend into a smoking-hot goddess. A memory of her little pink bathing suit that summer flashes across my mind, turning me on.
I feel sick for thinking that way. She was a kid then, only sixteen! She sure didn’t look it, though… She’d gotten huge breasts and an incredible ass out of nowhere, and she looked old enough to be one the girls in my classes at college. I remember having fantasies about slowly untying that little pink bikini and using the strings to bind her hands behind her back, maybe gag her with her swimsuit bottoms…
I shivered. Seeing her standing in front of me in the sex club suddenly makes that fantasy a lot closer to reality, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
Especially if she’s going to do it with some other guy here.
I look around the room. Quite a few of the men are staring at our little group, including a bald, paunchy guy who can’t take his eyes off Madison. The thought of him having sex with her… Of doing the things in the rooms past the bar that I saw last time… The things that I want to do to her…
It makes me sick.
I always thought that the sexual things I wanted to try, like bondage, made me a freak. At least that’s how Jasmine made me feel about it. Sure, there had been that girl I once took home who asked me to tie her up, but that was a one-time thing. And of all the women I’ve slept with, she was the only one who had ever tried anything like that.
But now, seeing how many people come in and out of this club, and that Axel, Madison, and even Clara are interested in it, I guess I’m not such a sick freak after all.
Still, the thought of Madison being with another guy, especially one from this club, makes my blood boil. And I can’t even think about Clara without getting grossed out.
“Well, we can’t both be here,” says Axel impatiently. “That’s just too fucking weird.”
“Oh, grow up,” says Clara. “I told you, we just came to look. Anna says this place is huge,” she says, gesturing to her other friend. “There are a bunch of rooms; we’ll just make sure we’re in different ones.” It seems like Clara assumes we are only here to look too.