Let’s Get Fictional

Tonight is cold and the streets in this part of town run wild. You never found a reason in particular to celebrate Halloween- it was the race for discounted chocolate afterwards which you found more amusing. Never did you expect yourself to have heels on the pavement below you and an ID in your hand on a Thursday night yet here you were. 

Barely dressed at 11:35 outside a hardly discreet looking kinkclub.

If it wasn't for the line of skimpy costumes, animal heads and ghost masks waiting in line- Sure, any observer would have mistaken it for just a simple bar; however, it was far from that…

After a week of whining, your friends managed to finally drag you out of bed and out of your shell. God had it been ages since your last relationship! They pestered. 

They weren't wrong… However, there's only so much a girl can do when her last partner was as much of a train wreck as they were. What are you supposed to do when your “sweetheart” manages to cheat on you 6 times before you even realized!

Safe to say, all you knew after that was the day-to-day work, eat, aggressively binge watch netflix just to eat again and sleep.

No doubt- if you were desperate you could've handled yourself but I guess the look of all the sleepless nights you held under your eyes finally broke your besties because god where they relentless.

Practically pushing you out the door, you had spent the hour prior having costumes thrown at you, glitter getting everywhere and successfully having your face beat half to death.

You wore a black silk bikini top, a pleated mini skirt and lacy rabbit ears.

Anyone could've mistaken you for a hooker but you're not. You were a sexy little playboy bunny. Duhhhh!

*

Carefully managing yourself down the steps, you find yourself amidst a crowd of too many people leaving no room between them for Jesus. You understood this club was sexual but you could have never anticipated seeing it to this extent. The room was open with a hallway breaking off to a series of rooms you’d expect people to use but the sheer velocity of makeout sessions against the ignored doors made you second guess their purpose. Towards the back were shelves of bright coloured bottles with a group of seemingly regular swingers sitting in a pack and enjoying a couple drinks. There were staff openly walking around with protection and… toys.. but they were hard to see amongst the dense crowd of creepy rubber masks. You were beginning to sweat like a hooker in church from so many crude acts. So many people grinding and grabbing made you subconsciously wander over towards the less rowdy bar near the back- ignoring a few wild requests with each step closer.

Keeping your head low to avoid your eyes accidentally meeting the sudden sight of an exhibition, you sat down- waving down the bartender for a fruity cocktail to ease your nerves

Beside you sat a larger (almost threatening) man dressed head to toe in black tactical gear with a matted and grimy pig mask concealing his face. He had a cold whisky in front of him. You kind of wanted him to take a sip so you could see his face yet still, he didn't. You had no way of seeing where his eyes landed in the room but you could tell his focus was anywhere but at his drink as he perched like a stone statue staring out into the crowd.

After some contemplating, curiosity finally caught the cat. You shuffled one seat over and saw his head turn from the crowd to your attention.

“Got a partner out there I’m guessing?” you chuckled.

“Who in their right mind would go here if they could do it at home?” he joked. Wow! You thought. In shock at his sass, yes, but more at the low growl of his voice. You could care less about his face now. You could already tell he was HOT.

“What's up with the mask?” 

“What's the deal with the ears?” he mocked.

He turned back to lift and gently swivel his drink. 

You look back at him. He looked back at you. 

The silence would have almost been uncomfortable if it wasn't for the audible sounds of moaning coming from the other side of the room making it impossible to take this situation seriously. Exhabitionists.

He was quiet for a few seconds, then sighed. “You haven't been here before have you?”

“How did you know?” You questioned.

“You don't exactly look like… a regular..” he answered. Clearly.

It took you a couple seconds to understand what he was suggesting. 

No, you didn't look like a regular. 

You couldn’t understand if he was talking about substance abuse in this part of town- cheap thrills with lifelong side effects your friends had already chewed your ear off about- or if it was your costume. A few people wore similar outfits yet the majority of this club consisted of bulky character heads or people holding one beside them as they practically got their mouths chewed off by a partner..

Shaking his head, he proceeded to lift his mask up above his chin and take a long sip of his now room-temperature glass of whiskey.

You stared at his lips as they pressed against the glass. They were plump enough to make you wonder if they would feel soft against your own. How they would feel along your skin. How they would feel sucking deep on your- No! You fought back.

Dirty thoughts were one thing but imagining having sex with the person sitting right next to you is crossing a line!

“Take a photo, it'll last longer” he chuckled, placing the glass back on the bench.

You hadn't realized how long you had spent gazing at his lips that when he finally spoke, it almost made you jump out of your seat.

“Ah! Sorry it's just… I haven't seen who I'm talking to,” You blurt out, “your face..”

You couldn't see his eyes but you knew just then that he was staring right into yours.

“Good thing you’re not going to,” he sighed, “You should learn the rules around here before you fall in- girly, if you wanna see who someone is- you better be taking them to bed tonight..”

The flush that fell over your face was laughable! Bright pink and at a loss for words, The man decided he’d answer the question painted- no, stained across your shocked face…

“Comin’ here dressed in nothing but a pair of ears is risky, lucky you found me in time.”

“In.. time?” you repeated, mumbling.

“Waltzing in here declaring you’re free meat, the wrong asshole could’ve swept you off your feet and done God-knows-what to you,” he groaned, “I’m Mark.”

You sat there, wide eyed and more flushed than ever, “Y\n” you breathed. 

You sat beside Mark for a brief moment. The constant sounds of sex and small talk felt like it had finally drowned out as a new wave of confidence overcame you. This was your chance. You shifted in your seat to try to close some of the space between the two of you. 

Were you rusty at this, obviously! But you decided to consider the sheer quantity of romance movies you watched like gospel to be ‘training’. This was going to be a cake walk, you believed.

The black, lacey rabbit ears you had been wearing hit this side of his drink with a loud clink! as you slid them down the bench.

“I wouldn’t mind a little fool around if it meant I could see the man behind this mask of yours..” This was super forward. More than usual but you couldn’t shake the yearning of your own curiosity. You had to see what he was hiding under that mask- maybe even under that tight shirt too.

He let out a quick grunt. Watching the gears turn in his head, you looked up at him through your lashes. He seemed to struggle under your gaze a little.

“Look, Bunny- I just can’t. I’m not here for that tonight,” sighed Mark, “You’re a tempting little thing but I’m supposed to be on the lookout for something a little… different..” Just your luck! you were upset to say the least. Your first time hitting on someone since you and your ex broke up and you get rejected. 

You gesture over the bartender, at least with a drink maybe you’d feel a little less embarrassed. 

You ask for an old fashioned. Before you can pay and leave, his deep husky voice speaks up, “Add it to my tab”

*

You get your drink and turn your chair to thank him but what meets you instead is a surprise.

Expecting a ratty pig mask, you meet two dark eyes gazing back at you. His eyelashes were low and seductive. His jaw stubbly and defined. His lips just as plump and round yet you now notice the long scar stretching along the side of his face once shrouded in darkness, Wow.

You were now just as curious as ever.