6 Mountain Brothers for Christmas

I barely even had time for showers, much less sex.

What a weird week this was turning out to be.

“What do you think?”

Crystal came striding out of the dressing room in what could only be described as a red vinyl car seat. She had shiny fabric wrapped around random parts of her body while revealing the parts she really needed to cover up. It barely covered her ass, and it most certainly didn’t do anything to cover her chest. I blushed just looking at her in it.

“You really are a virgin, aren’t you?” she asked, giggling.

It wasn’t that I wanted to be. It was just that I didn’t have any time. I studied hard my first year of culinary school to try and sink my claws into a full-ride scholarship. When my parents passed away and Kevin needed a caretaker, everything else went to the back burner. I didn’t date because of my schoolwork and then I couldn’t date because I needed to work to make ends meet.

So what if I was a virgin?

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything,” I said.

“You don’t even like girls, and you can’t look at me in this dress. Does it look that bad?” She looked at herself in the mirror, frowning.

“Nope,” I said.

“Then you’re just embarrassed,” she said, grinning.

“Of course, I am. I don’t want to see my best friend’s tits.”

“My nipples are covered!” she exclaimed. “But still, I see what you mean. Time to try on another one. Which ones are you gonna try?”

“None of them,” I said.

“Nope. You’re not leaving until you have an outfit for this party.”

“I didn’t even agree to go to this party,” I said. “You just dragged me out here after springing it on me right after I landed.”

“Trust me,” she said. “You need this just as much as I do.”

“Whatever. You wanna know what I think? I think we’re crazy for doing this.”

Crystal’s cousin, Elizabeth, had popped up in her email inviting us to this stupid party. Crystal kept telling me about how her cousin had been diving into the world of BDSM clubs, and how Crystal had become curious herself. She hit me with two glasses of wine the moment I walked into her penthouse and, an hour later, we were back in her car and driving to this stupid store. She kept talking my ear off about how it was going to be so much fun, and maybe she’d meet some hot guy that would tie her to his bed, and all I could do was gawk.

Tie her to a bed? Was she joking? Excuse me while I laugh hysterically.

“Crystal! That looks fabulous on you!”

“Eli!”

I sighed the moment I heard her voice. Of course, her cousin would find us in this shop.

“I can’t wait for you guys to see this place,” Eli said. “It’s the hottest BDSM party of the season. Everyone’s gonna be there.”

“What exactly is this party, anyway?” I asked.

“It’s a place where no one knows your name,” she said. “Everyone uses aliases, and they all wear masks. Doms look for their next subs and newbies like yourself get to gaze

into rooms and take a peek at the action.”

“Excuse me?” I asked. “People are like… gonna be having sex everywhere?”

“Not like… out there on the couches and the porch. There will be rooms and closed doors. If you wanna see what’s going on, all you gotta do is knock and wait for someone to call out to you. Who knows? Someone might even ask you to join.”

“No, thanks,” I said.