𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝚴𝐈𝚴𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 18+

6.

R I C A R D O

"Come on, Ricardo, get in the frame!"

Brandon positioned his phone on the outside of some stranger's window to have the camera facing all three of us, his eyes buzzing from the three drinks he has ingested already.

I roll my eyes. "I'm not making a stupid TikTok with you two. I'm only here to make sure that you don't fall into a ditch or get yourselves in trouble."

"Ok, be that way, old man." He grabs his phone and lazily slips it in my hand. "You can be our cameraman, then."

"I don't even fucking know how to use this." I press the big white button at the bottom of the screen, accidentally taking a blurry photo of myself at an ungodly angle.

Lovely.

Brandon snatches the phone from my hand and gazes at the photo, biting down on his lower lip to suppress a laugh. "This one is going in the archives for sure."

"Not if I have anything to do about it. Now delete that or I'm driving us home." I threaten with a vacant stare.

Dominic lets out a hearty chuckle. "More like the warehouse. Better delete that or he'll murder you, B."

"At least I'll die knowing that I can use a phone properly."

"Very funny. Now what bar did you guys want to hit up next?" I fold my arms. "Because I refuse to watch you dance outside of some apartment complex for the next half hour."

Brandon places his phone in one of his front pockets, and gazes at me with a mischievous smirk. "Let's go to Hysteria."

Hysteria is one of the most famous nightclubs in the Los Angeles area.

It gives the word 'wild' a whole new meaning. While my own establishment has backrooms for pleasure, it doesn't compare to the literal sex dungeon that this specific club is. It's a BDSM club, and you'll find all sorts of unique characters there.

I'm talking people who are masochists, sadists, bottoms, tops, and any other terms you could possibly think of. They're all there and are very open minded.

"No." Is the first word that escapes my mouth.

Brandon's lower lip curls up into a pout. "Come on! Why not?"

"Because I said so." My eyes roll again for at least the fifteenth time tonight. "It's not my business what you like to do with your sex life, so I'd appreciate if you didn't bring me into it."

"I told some girl that we would meet her there, man. Just stay away from the second floor since that's where the freaky shit happens."

"The first floor is pretty cool actually. You wouldn't even think of it as a BDSM club unless you went beyond the bar and dance floor." Dominic adds on with a light shrug.

Well, this is their night out and they seem to know more than me about it, so I guess I'm outnumbered here.

"Fine." I let out a sigh of defeat. "Don't make me regret this."

-

I'm regretting my decision. Wholeheartedly.

I feel like a fifth wheel, and I can't even drink to make this more bearable for myself.

When we entered the club half an hour ago, Brandon found the girl he was looking for, along with a friend that she brought with her.

Brandon's little girlfriend was a woman who looked too young to even be in here. The way that she subtly, yet purposely hiked up her lace skirt and gazed at him with her darkened chestnut orbs, however, mirrored someone with a very grown-up libido. She definitely wanted to meet up with him for something more than just a mere conversation.