The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

A shrill sound filled the air jolting me from my sleep. I slapped my phone, half-asleep and held it up. The screen lit up with a notification.

REMINDER: Drake’s birthday - Today

My fingers tightened around the device, knuckles turning white. The plastic case creaked under the pressure. The wall across from my bed looked incredibly appealing right now, specifically as a target for hurling this piece of shit device and watching it explode into a thousand satisfying pieces.

That fool.

The jeweler’s receipt was still in my email. I had spent three thousand dollars on a custom Rolex for that pig shit. It was supposed to have an engraving on the back that read ’All my love, forever yours’.

Forever my ass.

I kicked off the covers and stumbled toward the bathroom. A dull bass sound thumped through the apartment walls. Annette’s workout playlist, some upbeat pop monstrosity with lyrics about living your best life or some such bullshit.

The bathroom mirror showed my hair pointed in like seventeen different directions. Dark shadows bloomed under my eyes.

I grabbed my toothbrush and squeezed the tube of toothpaste a little too hard. The minty glob shot out, half hitting the bristles of my brush, the other half splattering across the counter.

"Fuck." I glared at the stain, ignored it and dragged the brush over my teeth.

...Four years and she still can’t even give a decent blowjob...

The toothbrush slipped from my grip, bounced off the counter with a clack and skittered across the tile floor.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

I bent to grab it. My skull connected with the towel rack with a resounding thunk that sent stars exploding across my vision.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Abby?" Annette’s voice cut through the pain. The music had stopped. "Are you okay in there?"

I straightened, one hand pressed against the throbbing spot on my head. "Just peachy."

She appeared in the doorway, barely covered in yoga pants and a sports bra.

"Baby girl." She murmured, raising her brows. "You’ve been in a bad mood since you got that package yesterday, Abby."

Chills ran down my spine. My throat tightened and closed up like someone had wrapped both hands around it and squeezed.

Don’t think about it. Don’t...

"I respect your privacy, you know that," Annette continued, taking one step into the bathroom. "But I really need to know why you are so upset."

Everything. Everything I thought I knew was gone. Heat prickled behind my eyes. My vision blurred as the words I had read on the papers flew around my head.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Annette’s sneakers squeaked on the tile as she rushed forward.

Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me against her chest. "You never cry! What’s going on? Is it from that rotten pig? He’s nothing you hear, me? Don’t even think about him, he’s not worth an ounce of your thoughts!"

A dry laugh bubbled up my throat and I pressed my face into her shoulder, fighting the tears back. "It’s not even that, Annie I-" I trailed off, stalking out of the bathroom to grab the box from the closet and handed it over to her.

She scanned some of the papers in the document, eyes widening in disbelief. "No fucking way-"

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly," I said dryly, dragging a hand down my face.

"Murder? They think your parents were murdered, Abby! Who the hell sent you this?It better not be Drake’s idea of a prank or I’ll hang him by the balls," She spat and my chin wobbled slightly.

Drake’s birthday, finding out this, too much was happening all at once and it frustrated the shit out of me. I dug the heel of my palm into my eyes to keep the tears from falling.

"Shit, I’m sorry Abby," She murmured, dropping the box on the bed to pull me into her arms. I buried my face deeper into her neck, needing to be held together before I fell apart.

"We’ll figure this out okay? I’ll track down the sender’s address on the box so we can know if it’s legit,"

"Thanks Annie,"

She grabbed my hand, helping me sit on the bed and I watched her rummage through her massive purse that sat on the dresser. "I might have something that’ll make you feel better."

"Ta-da!" She held up two sleek black cards."

I blinked, confused. Was I supposed to know what the cards were?

"Uh..." I blinked. "You’re a magician now?"

She swatted my arm, giggling. "No, these are exclusive passes to Sanctuary."

"Sanctuary?"

"Babes, it’s fucking amazing!" Her eyes went wide, gleaming with excitement. "It’s this exclusive sex club that opens once a month. You can fulfill literally any fantasy. Like, any. You want to get tied up and edged for three hours? They’ve got a room for that. You want two guys at once? Three? You’ll get folks who will rock your world so hard you’ll forget your own name. Heck, if you want someone to worship your feet while reciting Shakespeare? Probably available, honestly."

"W-What?" I stuttered, floored by the words slipping out of my best friends’ lips.

"And get this," She bounced on her toes.

"Everyone wears masks. It’s completely anonymous. No one knows who you are. You could run into your dentist and never know it was him while he’s going down on you."

The mental image made me wince. "Ah come on, Annie. Not the dentist, eww."

"There’s an entry fee," She grinned, waving the cards like flags. "It’s a bit pricey, but masks, Abby! No judgment. No expectations. Just pure, mind-blowing sex with whoever you want, however you want it."

It sounded... hot. Scrap hot, it sounded exciting. But also terrifying. What if it turned my world upside down? Just like the package? My stomach clenched. The box materialized in my mind again. The contents made no sense. They couldn’t possibly be real. Someone was messing with me. That had to be what this was.

I already had enough world-changing events to last a lifetime. Drake cheating was event number one. Getting railed in an airplane bathroom by a stranger who turned out to be my arrogant asshole boss, number two.

The package... A sex club honestly sounded like a lot right now.

"Baby girl, I hope you aren’t overthinking this." Annette’s voice pulled me back. She tilted her head, cupping my face in her palm.

"I don’t think I’m up for it." I wrapped my arms around myself. "Maybe find someone else?"

"No way," Annette shook her head, her ponytail swishing. "You’re coming with me tonight. The club opens like twice in a month and I am not leaving you stew all by yourself especially after everything,"

"Ugh," I muttered.

She nodded. "Exactly what I thought."

Drake would turn a year older and I could be at an exclusive sex club instead, getting my pussy drilled by someone who actually knew what the fuck they were doing.

I would worry about the package later. I just needed to.. to forget, for a night. Just tonight. When Annette tracks down the address, we’ll see it wasn’t legit and it’s probably just Drake trying to throw a tantrum like the dick he was.

My lips curved into a small smile.

"You know what?" I grabbed the card from her hand. "It sounds perfect. How much is the entrance fee? I’ll use the refund from that piece of garbage’s gift to pay for it."

"After all," I continued, "I need to work on my dick-sucking skills anyway."

Annette squealed, grabbing my shoulders and bounced us both up and down like we had just won the lottery. "That’s the fucking spirit! Make a video and send it to spite him!"

"An audio would do fine. Can’t wait to see the look on his face when he hears me suck someone’s dick." I cackled and for a while the excitement washed over me.

I turned the card over in my hands. stared at it, my pulse picking up. Tonight, I’d walk anonymously into a sex club, no heartbreak, just a mask and getting my wildest sexual dreams fulfilled. I had no idea he would be there too.