MICRO MONDAY | SEEDLING CHALLENGE | THE CLUB #4
The Club: Hands on Erotica
We pondered over the logistics of an adult-only venue for writers, while my recently departed cat decomposed in the utility room! Priorities were never my forte…
Apparently, breakfast tastes better to a condemned person, and that’s how I felt whilst eating. My mulberry-silk dressing gown billowed around the chair, a reminder that the spending spree I’d charged to my ex’s bank-card had come home to roost, in the form of a court order containing payback terms.
As I took the last mouthful, a whiff of dead cat wafted in from the utility room. Gypsy had been a loyal friend who deserved a resting spot under his favourite tree in the garden. I made a mental note to add the task to my list, and was just about to have a nip of bourbon to calm my nerves when a message from a writing buddy stopped me in my tracks.
Polly wanted to chat about a BDSM article. I had experience of such practices and while arranging to meet, an elaborate idea ignited in my head.
Polly was seated when I swept into the Bar Cave for our liquid lunch, my eggs-royale primed to soak up a few glasses of Muscadet.
“Darling… Great to see you.” I gushed, ‘twas my way. “Loving the new hair colour, what do they call it? Titian?”
“Yes, Maizy.”
For some reason, she insisted on using my full first-name, although nobody else did. To me, it sounded like it belonged to a dog. I would joke that — May, was the diminutive form of Amayzing.
“The stylist added a few tints of magenta too,” Polly shook back her shoulder-length locks before continuing. “You’re looking tired, but I notice a familiar spark in those eyes.”
Not wanting to miss out on the wine, I took a long sip before sharing my epiphany.
“I’ve begun to map out an elaborate plan that will make us a tidy sum. Hopefully enough to get me out of debt and you to flesh out your rainy-day savings.”
I explained how her message had inspired a business model for (what would become known as) the Exclusive Erotica Writing Club.
“Sounds interesting. Will we be mentoring writers who want to turn their hand to the erotic genre?” Polly enquired.
“Exactly. However, I figure the most authentic way to write about kink is to personally experience it. We’ll host a venue where authors can partake in precisely the fantasies they wish to create in their stories!”
Eyes wide, Polly took out her journal and jotted down notes as we jostled with ideas.
Turning the book round for me to see, my eyes landed on — SECURITY, followed by a question-mark.
Kismet answered…
“Hello ladies.” A guy sporting bulging biceps in a tight-fitting t-shirt brandished a wide grin before straddling a spare chair, “As I can’t work out which of you is the most attractive, I think it’s only polite to buy both of you a drink.”
That was Vincent. He helped us find a location, then guarded us as well as the club, while a stream of aspiring writers knocked on our door!
Written for the Seedling Challenge by Bradan Writes Stories.
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