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Ask consent first. And whoever of black hair underneath, and
loses…” he brought out a large pushed the side of her head in my
wooden paddle, “gets spanked.” direction, like she was trying to
hear something I was saying.
Everyone at the table seemed to
know each other, and they knew She had a little seashell ear, soft
Kyle, too. I wanted my iPhone, to the touch. When I pulled back
which had been locked away out I looked over at Kyle, who was
up front. No phones allowed. I feeling up a girl in cat ears.
wanted to check the time, see Something hit me in the eye.
if it would still be raining by the I covered it with one hand,
time we left. I hadn’t eaten dinner fending off flying Jenga pieces
and I wanted to see if Yelp had with my other arm. Bowie bent
any recommendations for late dramatically over the table, and
night snacks in Gowanus. Maybe people took turns hitting him with
Uber’s surge pricing would have the paddle.
gone down, and I could avoid
begging Kyle for a ride home. I had “Here,” the woman in the lavender
posted a story on Instagram of my wig said, thrusting it at me.
fishnetted legs (but nothing about I stared down at the man’s shiny
where I was going) and wondered golden ass. I tapped him lightly on
if I should take it down. My mom the rear and passed on the paddle.
might see. She probably already
had. I bet she was calling me right “Pussy,” Kyle said.
that minute, demanding to know I sucked down my vodka soda and
where I was—
spent my last twelve dollars at the
Someone nudged me. “Your turn.” cash bar.
I picked a red piece that read, “You having a good time?”
“Make out with someone’s ear.”
The man who spoke to me was the
The woman in the lavender wig, kind of good looking that made
reading over my shoulder, let out people think orgies were a good
a Whoop! idea.
I made the mistake of looking her “It’s not really my scene,” I said.
in the eye. She tucked her wig
behind one ear, revealing a sliver “How’d you end up here, then?”
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