00: Prologue
Winnie’s P.o.V
My face instinctively scrunched into a what-the-fuck-did-you-say mug while I started at my best friend from across the kitchen. “Aht! Fix your face Winifried,” Mariah shook her finger at me probably already feeling the weight of my judgement.. Even though I probably heard her incorrectly.
“I asked if you would come to the Playhouse with me.”
Shit I didn’t mishear her, “ tonight” she swiftly added.
The invite left my mind whirling, Mariah dramatically clasped her hands in front of her chest and playfully poked her bottom lip out at me, “please Winnie, I need a plus one.” I could feel my hands start to clam up already, and I played with my food in front of me. I only know a few things about Playhouse: first thing is it's a BDSM kink club, not that the rest is needed but, second Mariah frequents quite often, and last is that Mariah swears she legally can’t tell me anything else.
But I noticed the bruises on her legs and I had to show her how to cover the real wild looking hickies with professional makeup. Again, nothing she swears it wasn’t anything more than what she was asking for. I guess I was hesitating with the decision if I could watch how people would get such bruises.
“Free dinner and a show or two?” I arched an eyebrow waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“Yes. My date stood me up and you're my best sub I have..” Mariah clammed her lips together and popped them open “on short notice of course.” There was a glimpse of a smile but it was gone before I could question it. Why didn't she reach into the contact list and pull out any of her very attractive gym buddies and substitute with them?
“Come on Winnie, It'll be fun. You’ll enjoy a show or two, eat a five star dinner and we’ll go home horny enough to turn on each other.” Mariah's lips formed a small smile on her face as if she liked the idea. she tilted her head to the side. “Doesn’t that sound like a good time?” Heat crept behind my ear as the idea of crossing that line with Mariah has crossed my mind but was I really ready to have that experience? She’s joking, I told myself as pieces of the night I had crawled into her bed a little too drunk and she only cuddled me. That morning after was a tad bit embarrassing, especially since I know I did not go into her bedroom that night to cuddle.
Mariah is your best friend. “Fine, I’ll go.” It’s just that simple, she smiled in trumph and gave me a full glance over as I drank from my ‘morally black’ booktok coffee mug and stood from her placement with a smug look on her face. I had just agreed to go to a sex club with my best friend and now… what? My eyes were now sneaking peaks at the sharp outline of her cheekbones and the fullness of her lips. I wondered what was her secret to looking as if she could beat up someone’s boyfriend, and still looking like she's soft as pillows and silk to touch.
“I’m going to the gym, I’ll be back in more than enough tome so be ready by 10pm!” Mariah calls out while leaving me standing in the kitchen with hazelnut coffee that I now was stuck imagining is how my roommate’s pussy taste.
No Mariah. Dinner and a show or two.
No more. No Less.
