Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
But still, pregnancy is a whole different ballgame. Plus, it’s clear from our last conversation that Dane sees me as a mommy, and the thought is terrifying. I’m only nineteen! I’m still a baby myself! I can’t handle those kinds of responsibilities! As a result, I’ve called my friend Kimber to get her take on things. Yet, the revelation that she was desperate enough to participate in a breeding party blows my mind.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, amazed. “My goodness.”
“I know,” Kimber murmurs on the other end. “It’s shocking but it was the right thing to do because the breeding party is where I met Ed. Not met for the first time, obviously, but it’s where we reconnected, and now, we have Lily,” she says in a happy tone.
I nod.
“Yes, but it’s just so insane! I mean, this whole Club Z thing is insane!”
“Why is it insane?” Kimber asks in a reasonable tone. “There are sex parties everywhere. Even in the boonies of Kansas. Maybe they don’t have a fancy building like Club Z, but trust me, those tales of suburban housewives gone crazy are true.”
I giggle despite myself.
“No, I’m not saying it’s crazy. I’m just saying that I never would have expected you to participate in a breeding party, Kimber! I always thought you were a nice girl.”
“I am a nice girl,” my friend winks saucily through the phone. “Who says I’m not? But seriously, Jamie, maybe you should participate in a breeding party just to get over your anxieties. You know what they say. Sometimes, exposure to what scares you helps you address that fear head-on.”
“Absolutely not,” is my immediate reply. “I couldn’t possibly.”
“Okay, okay,” Kimber says in a consoling tone. “What if you watched a breeding party in person? Maybe if you saw how much the girl wants it, and enjoys it, it would help you get over your hang-ups.”
I squint at my friend.
“Are you for real?”
Kimber shrugs with a smile.
“It’s a thought. I used to have a fear of heights, but my therapist said that I should force myself to go on a Ferris wheel and then look down. Confronting my fear was the first step to addressing it, and wha-la! I’m not afraid of heights anymore.”
I fix her with a look.
“Yeah, but a breeding party is way different from a Ferris wheel, Kimber. Come on. Let’s get serious.”
My pretty friend merely shrugs again.
“Maybe, but you never know. Besides, you’re in New York City, and there’s definitely a Club Z there. Let me hook you up with the right person, and see if I can get you an invite. Again, you don’t have to be the breeding girl. You can just watch.”
I squint at the pretty brunette.
“Do they let other people watch? Seriously, I thought these secret clubs were all about discretion.”
Kimber winks.
“They are all about discretion, but at the same time, I’ll say that you have a medical issue. I’ll tell them that you have a weird psychosis that makes it imperative for you to watch the breeding process. You’re undergoing therapy to address it, and this will be critical to your recovery.”
I giggle because my buddy is ridiculous.
“Okay, okay,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I mean, I’m not on-board or anything, but you can ask on my behalf. They’ll probably say no anyways.”
Kimber merely clucks her tongue before smiling.
“We’ll see what they say,” she replies in a light tone. “I have a feeling you’ll be at Club Z in no time, girlfriend. But I gotta roll now, okay? Say hi to Dane for me,” she winks before logging off.
I giggle to myself after Kimber leaves because it’s always fun to talk to my friend. Not only because of her hare-brained ideas pertaining to Club Z, but also because it felt good to tell someone about my secret relationship with Dane. Even better, Kimber didn’t judge me for it, and wants to help me work through my issues. But is attending a breeding party really the answer? Somehow, I don’t think it is … although that won’t stop me from going.
8
Jamie
Wow, this place is fancy. Kimber must know the higher-ups at Club Z because the day after our conversation, she called me to break the news: I was going to be able to watch an actual breeding session in person at the Club Z location in NYC. I could hardly believe it, and said I wasn’t going to go, but Kimber ragged on me until I agreed. I swear, my friend can be so pushy sometimes! She’s just like a real stepmother who nags and gets on your nerves.
But now, here I am within the Club Z compound. It’s an enormous granite building on an otherwise unremarkable street in Manhattan. You would never know that it houses a secret club inside because from the exterior, it looks just like any other building in New York: solid, with a slightly deteriorated facade, and people walking by as they mind their own business.