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“Don't worry; I think you'll love it once you get over the shock factor.” Everyone laughs while I look at my friends with a confused look on my face.
    “Really, it's not that bad. You act like I've never been to a night club before.”
    Seriously, what is up with everyone? Do they think I’m so socially inept that a little bumping and grinding is going to bother me?
    I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and turn to see what it is. There, not more than twenty feet to my right, is a woman wearing next to nothing, strapped to some sort of wooden contraption. I jump when I hear a whip crack against her skin. “What the–?”
    Bev pulls me down to the couch before I fall over. I don’t know where I am, but this is so not what I signed up for. “What...what is that?” I ask once I am able to form words.
    “That,” Bev says, pointing to the back room, “Is the playroom. Don't worry; no one will make you go back there. Unless, of course, you want to.”
    “NO!” I shout . “Why on Earth would I choose to go back there?” I am appalled at the very thought and yet I can’t tear my eyes from the scene playing out in front of me.
    The nearly naked woman writhes around, but the moans coming from her sound aroused, not pained. How can that be?
    With every crack of the whip, I feel myself flinch, unable to grasp the concept that this is okay to anyone.
    Jenny comes to sit on my other side, her hand resting on my knee. “Sweetie, you say that now, but admit it, you're curious.”
    “No, I'm not. Dang, what has gotten into all of you while I've been off living the married life?” My mouth says I’m not curious, but my eyes seem glued as the woman is now free from the restraints, and the dampness pooling between my legs tells a different story. It’s a life-altering moment when you realize that something you always thought of as taboo fascinates you.
    Jenny's fingers snap in front of my face. “Tasha, you in there?” She asks sarcastically. My head slowly turns to look at her. All four of my friends are having a good time at the expense of the sheltered girl in their midst. “Hey, it's okay to watch. Hell, they'll probably get off even harder knowing you're into it. Seriously, just chill the fuck out and relax.”
    “Are you guys...” I look to my friends and then toward to the back room. “Do you guys, you know...are you into that?”
    They look at one another and laugh . “Uh, yeah. Me and Bev,” Jenny starts to explain. “We look forward to our monthly spankings over there.” She points to another wooden contraption at the other end of the back room. This one looks almost like a sawhorse with padding on top and padded rails part of the way down. “Aimee is all about the temperature and wax play, but mostly wax because she's not a fan of fire. And Holly, she's not into receiving. You'll see her up there later tonight at the spanking horse dishing out some well-deserved punishment.”
    And with that, my brain is officially fried. “I need a drink,” is the only thing I am capable of saying.
    “Already on it,” Holly assures me, handing me a white Cosmo. Dang, that's strong. I resist the urge to toss it back like a shot, knowing it won’t take much at all for me to be completely drunk. I can only imagine how much fun the girls would have seeing me start to get tipsy after only a drink or two.
    “I think I need to dance,” I say once my martini glass is empty. I’m not necessarily in the mood to be on the dance floor, but I promised to keep an open mind and dancing seems a much safer option than sitting in this great unknown between normal and erotically bizarre.
    “Bathroom first,” Holly shouts, leading me to the restrooms. On our way there, I realize what the sexy stranger meant by glowing. In an effort to avoid making eye contact with anyone lest they might think I am looking for a quick hook-up, I train my eyes on the floor in front of me, allowing Holly's hand to guide me through the