5. Heidi

five

Heidi

I give my tiny, tight leather top one last tug, making sure my breasts don't spill over like they're threatening to do before I stroll up to the doorman at The Book Club. It's a strange name for a sex club, but the theme is Where your book boyfriend and your real boyfriend collide— permitting you to act out your favorite fantasies from all your naughty books. Rumor has it a famous romance author owns the club franchise and has clubs all over the country.

Showing up to a sex club by myself is probably not the smartest idea I've ever had, but my friend Erica was busy tonight, and Tiffany has a deadline I have to meet for the stupid scavenger hunt.

Act like you know what you are doing, and he won't ask any questions.

I give myself a silent pep talk as I attempt to slide past the doorman. Sweat begins to pool in the middle of my back, and I can't tell if I'm just nervous or if the leather is too hot. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm scared shitless that the doorman will see through my disguise. I tried to layer on the makeup, but it felt too fake and tight, so I went with my natural lighter makeup instead—which I am now cursing as the doorman grabs me by my wrist, stopping me from entering the club.

"I don't think so, jailbait. Let's see some ID." My body freezes at his words. I thought for sure he would let me in, especially with the short, tight leather dress I'm wearing. "Besides, it's Dom/baby girl night tonight, and there is no way your Dom would let you dress like that without him at your side."

Ugh, I knew I should have researched more about the club and what exactly I was getting myself into. "Look, I need to go inside for only ten minutes—it's all I need, then I'll leave. I promise." I beg, knowing Tiffany will make my life a living hell if I don't complete her scavenger hunt in time.

His eyes roam up and down my body with a look of amusement, "I tell you what. I get off in fifteen minutes. If you get me off, I'll sneak you through the backdoor and take you to one of the rooms myself, maybe through your backdoor." He tightens his grip on my wrist, and I want to throw up.

There is no way I'm going anywhere with him, not in fifteen minutes, not ever. I guess I'll have to deal with whatever punishment Tiffany gives me. I'm just about to jerk my hand out of his ever-tightening grip when I hear the voice of one of my saviors.

"Get your hands off our property, Mario," I hear Anders say as I turn to face him, and I'm not mad at being called their property—just the opposite.

"I don't think your boss would like to know you're trying to force three of the club members' baby girl into blowing you instead of letting her inside to wait for us like the good little girl she is," Bodie adds, causing Mario to drop my hand like it's on fire.

"Good boy," Riggs says, condescendingly patting Mario on the cheek.

Before the game today, I snuck a peak at one of the programs, searching for the name of my third crush as I've decided to think of them as—since I can't act on the desire they've caused inside of me. I was lucky to escape them earlier today before embarrassing myself and begging them to take me when we were in the referee lounge. I could barely get through the dance routines with their eyes on me.

I even did an internet search on all of them, looking for any information until I finally needed a break from my obsession—only to come face to face with them outside a sex club. My mood sours as I realize they were on their way inside the sex club when they spotted me trying to get in to the club.

Did I interrupt their plans for tonight?

The thought of them hooking up with random women at some sex club depresses me. It's time I throw in the towel for the stupid scavenger hunt and my crush on three guys who have clearly already forgotten about me.

"Excuse me. I'm going home." I try to storm off, but a pair of strong arms wraps around my waist, pulling me tight against a muscular, warm chest.

"You're not going anywhere, Baby Girl. You obviously got dressed up and wanted to go to a sex club. Well, you've got your wish." Bodie whispers against my ear, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps.

I'm not sure if this is the part of the dream where I should pinch myself to wake up or let the dream play out. My curiosity wins, and I let them lead me into either heaven or hell.

"But she's not exactly dressed for Baby Girl night. Let's make a stop at the boutique." Riggs says as Bodie ushers me through the front door and passes a very pissed off-looking bouncer.

"There's a boutique inside the club?" I look around the club and am in awe of its tasteful decor, which includes leather oversized chairs and bookshelves with thousands of books lining the walls. It's almost an exact replica of the Beast's library in Beauty and the Beast—it even has a ladder to slide around to reach books on the higher shelves. The only difference is the number of people in the room and the bar on the other side of the massive room.

"Of course, there's a boutique inside, Heidi. There are different levels of fantasies. You need to make sure you dress the part to experience the full fantasy. Plus, you might need a few extra toys to reach the desired heights of pleasure." Anders makes the comment like it's normal to walk into a club and become totally immersed in the lifestyle.

A thrill runs through me when Anders says my name. I'm not sure how he found it out, but the fact that they actually took the time to find it out sends a thrill through my body. Until I realize this is all more than likely a game to them since they're obviously members of the sex club I'm trying to sneak into.

"You guys come here a lot, huh." I try to keep the disappointment out of my voice as I let Bodie lead me to our destination, but if I'm only going to be a plaything to them, I want to know now so I can protect my heart.

We pass by the main room and down the hall to the boutique. A saleswoman greets us and leads us to a private dressing room. I'm so lost in my pity party that I don't listen to the conversations going on around me.

I should be used to being alone by now. My parents never wanted me. My brother Holden is the only one who actually takes any interest in my life. I know he loves me, but he has his own life to live.

Bodie positions me in the middle of the large changing room while the saleswoman instructs another woman on where to place the clothes they have brought in for me to try on. Bodie, Anders, and Riggs sit on the leather couches in the dressing area while the saleswoman and her assistant leave the four of us alone in the room when it dawns on me that there is nowhere for me to change but in front of my three crushes.

Deciding if I only have one shot with the three of them, I will make it as memorable as possible. I unlace the strings holding my leather top together, pull it over my head, and throw it on the floor at my feet, leaving my naked breasts to bounce now that they are free from their confinement. I then kick off my high-heeled shoes, not carrying where they landed, as I watch the lust fill their eyes as they gaze at my body.

I've never really liked my body—I've always felt a little self-conscious of how big my boobs are and how wide my hips are, but at least my tiny waist makes up for it. Speaking of my waist, I run my hands over my toned stomach, another one of the features of my body I like, and reach for the zipper on the side of the leather skirt and slowly lower it before wiggling out of it and letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud.

"Oops. No panties." I raise my hand to my lips in mock surprise.

The only reason I'm not wearing panties is I couldn't find the sexy lace thong panties I bought to go with the skirt. Unfortunately, they are the only sexy panties I own—I can't very well wear my everyday high-waisted granny panties with a leather skirt, so I opted out of wearing panties altogether.

A collective groan comes from the couch, causing me to channel my inner bad girl. "I guess I'll have to try the clothes on like this." I lower my hand, place both hands on my hips, and do a little spin, giving them a 360-degree view of my body.

I grab the first outfit off the rack and slip it on—it's a schoolgirl uniform with a super short skirt and a tight, white sheer top—so sheer my hard nipples are clearly visible.

"What do you think?" I do another twirl, causing the short skirt to fly up around my waist. "Is this baby girl enough for you?"

Their groans turn into moans, and instead of three sexy guys, they sound more like zombies closing in on the prey they want to eat. I turn back to the clothes rack, pretending to be interested in the next outfit to hide the giggle that wants to break free from my lips at the obvious hard-ons they're packing in their pants while watching me change.

I want to continue my little peep show for them, but I need to get into one of the sex rooms for the selfie before I leave—and if they keep looking at me like that, my brain will turn to mush, too.

The outfits the saleswoman and her assistant picked out for me are amazing. I'd love to try them all on for the guys, but time is wasted. My hand lands on the perfect outfit for our little game. It's a light pink, sheer babydoll nightgown with ruffles on the short skirt that barely covers my ass. Every part of it is sheer—it's as if I'm not wearing anything.

"That's the one." Bodie finds his voice as he stands and walks toward me, with Riggs and Anders following close behind. "What about your hair? Should you put it up?" Riggs and Anders nod in agreement.

I've watched enough porn with my friend Erica for educational purposes; she's studying to be a psychologist, that I know exactly what they want me to do with my hair. Pigtails or a ponytail would be too obvious, so I go for two French braids instead.

I quickly French braid my hair and place the pink rubber bands and ribbon I found with the sheer nightgown and face them. "Is this better?" I hold in another giggle at the way their mouths are open, and their eyes bulge out.

"You're perfect." Riggs is the first to come to his senses. "Let's go to the main room and show off our little treat." He takes my hand and guides me through the dressing room and into the main bar area.

I should be mortified that I'm being paraded around like this, but I absolutely love the attention I'm getting from not only my three guys but all the other guys and some of the women in the club. We pass by other women dressed in baby girl outfits, and for some strange reason, I finally feel like I belong somewhere—like I've found my people.

We sit at one of the round booths in a corner of the club—Anders on one side of me and Bodie on the other while Riggs sits next to Anders but still at an angle that he can look directly at me.

"So, how does it feel to have every guy here want you?" Riggs asks playfully.

"They don't." I duck my head, bashfully cursing the bad timing for losing my nerve now that I finally feel comfortable somewhere, thanks to the three of them.

"You honestly don't think everyone in here hasn't already committed your naked, curvy body to their memory by now?" Just as the final word is out of Riggs's mouth, two tall, muscular cowboys stroll up to our table.

"I know if she were our baby girl, we wouldn't let anyone touch her but us. And we mean no disrespect, but we've never seen someone with her innocent yet sexual aura before." The first cowboy finishes saying as his eyes run up and down my body.

"What my friend here is trying to ask is if you would be willing to let us have a go at your baby girl for a few hours. I know some of the Daddy Doms like to share, and since there are three of you and only one of her, we thought it was worth a chance to ask." The second cowboy licks his lips, his eyes never leaving my hard nipples.

All of a sudden, I begin to panic. I don't really know Riggs, Bodie, or Anders at all. They could be into sharing with other guys, not just between the three of them. What if they say yes? I can't very well try to escape the club wearing a sheer nightgown. Plus, we haven't really talked about how far this is going to go.

I don't realize my knee is bouncing up and down like I'm preparing to escape until Bodie leans in and whispers in my ear, "Don't worry, Baby Girl. We aren't going to make you do anything you don't want to do, even if it's with us. This is the first time the three of us will be sharing a woman, if you'll let us. And we certainly aren't going to share you with anyone else." He tilts his head and gives me a reassuring smile before returning to the conversation.

"We appreciate the offer, but she's ours, and we don't share." Riggs nods at Anders and Bodie in some secret signal, causing Bodie to lift my nightgown, fully exposing my nakedness to everyone around the table. At the same time, Anders slides his fingers into my soaked pussy. I close my eyes and arch my back, pushing my chest into Bodie's touch. "So, if you'll excuse us, we need to get her into a playroom before she comes in front of everyone. And no one gets to see her come but us."

Little does Riggs know that his words and the possessive tone of his voice as he stakes their claim on me almost send me over the edge, but like the good baby girl I am tonight. I hold it in as Anders pulls his fingers out of my wet core and slips them into my mouth. "Taste yourself." I open my mouth, obeying Anders, moaning at the first taste of my juices as they coat my mouth. I lick his fingers clean before he slides them out, and Bodie picks me up and carries me bridal style to one of the playrooms with the sound of the cowboys cursing their bad luck at not finding me first follows us down the hallway.