Should I cause a scene and get someone to rescue me from my brothers?

Or, do I give in to my curiosity about what they want to do with me once we’re somewhere more private?

I’m pretty sure I make the right choice until I find out the secret they’re keeping.

We all have that friend—the one who can convince us to do anything. The one who gets away with everything.

I’m not that friend.

I’m the friend who lets my bestie convince me to go to a sex club, relax my better judgment for one night, hook up with three guys, and end up pregnant.

So when a local sex club promises incredible first time experiences as part of their fundraiser, I jump on the opportunity to ensure my first time story will be memorable for all the right reasons.

Yet another bodyguard has been assigned to handle me.

He’s stern and intense like the ones before him, but they didn’t last. Apparently, I’m hard to handle.

Should I cause a scene and get someone to rescue me from my brothers?

Or, do I give in to my curiosity about what they want to do with me once we’re somewhere more private?

I’m pretty sure I make the right choice until I find out the secret they’re keeping.

Fact: I’m a people pleaser through and through.
Fact: There is 1 thing that will make my stepbrothers happy…pleasing me.
Conclusion: Who am I to deny their happiness?!?!

Will their secrets bee too much, can my family understand, the risk is high but so is the reward.

When five well-tailored, older strangers walk in and one of them tosses a load of hundred-dollar bills on the table, I have a decision to make. Do I insist that they not disrupt the speed dating since there are some realistic prospects, or indulge myself in an offer I can’t find any rational reason to refuse—except that I want a lot more than one night.

Bikers who happen to be thick and gruff and make my nether region beg for…experience.
And that’s just what I hope to get with one of the guys from Sugar D’s Speed Dating, which is where I head after scoping out my new family members.

Just as I’m losing hope, three security guards walk in, focus their possessive gazes on me, and head straight to my table. They don’t look happy. But they do give me tingles…lots of them.