Wedding Wars: A Roomie Wars Novella by T.Masen Kat

Author:T.Masen, Kat [T.Masen, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2017-01-07T16:00:00+00:00

I should have known that Troy had elaborate plans to make this a memorable night. To be honest, I thought: strip joint downtown or a road trip to Vegas. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we would be spending the night in a sex club.

“I had to pull a lot of favors to get us in,” Troy discloses.

“Dude, I don’t care how you did it.” Isaac—a good friend of mine—rubs his hands together with a pleased smile.

“What does this mean?” Robert—another friend—asks, “Do we get to fuck the women? And does everyone have to watch?”

“You don’t fuck anyone. You’re not a member of the club, just a bystander. So, don’t get us kicked out, okay?” Troy warns the three of us.

Troy quickly explained the rules, and the most important rule was no cell phones allowed. They were to be ‘checked in’ like a coat, restricting perverts that came to take photos and blast them all over the Internet. We also weren’t allowed to participate in any activities. It piqued my interest, a much-needed relaxation after a very stressful day at work. I was more than happy to watch other people have sex and lose myself in their inhibitions, rather than think about the man that died on the operating table or the fact our bank statement arrived and our balance took a massive hit with all the wedding costs.

The club is in an upmarket part of town, down the street from expensive townhouses and neighboring restaurants. From the outside, it was a simple brick building with a few trees and a sconce against the wall. It wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest if the clientele were local, money to be splashed around to feed their fetishes.

Troy enters a passcode on the key pad which opens the door into a compact lobby. It’s the size of a cloakroom, small and tight as we pack ourselves in at the mercy of the large bodyguard standing in front of an iron door. Troy hands him his cell. We all follow, the guard handing Troy a ticket explaining to him that if he loses it, there will be no other way to retrieve our cells. With the ticket like gold in his hand, he squeezes it into his sock sliding it all the way down till it’s tucked securely into his shoe.

The guard leans into Troy, whispering a few words before opening the door. I didn’t ask Troy what he said nor did I care. We follow Troy’s lead that ends just a few steps later at a bar area. It’s quaint, with a few tables that were occupied. There’s a small dancefloor with soft music playing; a couple dancing the tango gracing the dancefloor with their moves. Taking a seat at the bar, Troy orders us a round of shots.

“To Drew, get ready to lose your balls. Marriage is many things, but lots of sex is not one of them,” he roars, clinking glasses with the three of us.

The smile on my face covers my growing fears.

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