Page 5 of Puck After Puck

I even did an internet search on all of them, looking for any information until I finally needed a break from my obsession—only to come face to face with them outside a sex club. My mood sours as I realize they were on their way inside the sex club when they spotted me trying to get in to the club.

Did I interrupt their plans for tonight?

The thought of them hooking up with random women at some sex club depresses me. It's time I throw in the towel for the stupid scavenger hunt and my crush on three guys who have clearly already forgotten about me.

"Excuse me. I'm going home." I try to storm off, but a pair of strong arms wraps around my waist, pulling me tight against a muscular, warm chest.

"You're not going anywhere, Baby Girl. You obviously got dressed up and wanted to go to a sex club. Well, you've got your wish." Bodie whispers against my ear, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps.

I'm not sure if this is the part of the dream where I should pinch myself to wake up or let the dream play out. My curiosity wins, and I let them lead me into either heaven or hell.

"But she's not exactly dressed for Baby Girl night. Let's make a stop at the boutique." Riggs says as Bodie ushers me through the front door and passes a very pissed off-looking bouncer.

"There's a boutique inside the club?" I look around the club and am in awe of its tasteful decor, which includes leather oversizedchairs and bookshelves with thousands of books lining the walls. It's almost an exact replica of the Beast's library in Beauty and the Beast—it even has a ladder to slide around to reach books on the higher shelves. The only difference is the number of people in the room and the bar on the other side of the massive room.

"Of course, there's a boutique inside, Heidi. There are different levels of fantasies. You need to make sure you dress the part to experience the full fantasy. Plus, you might need a few extra toys to reach the desired heights of pleasure." Anders makes the comment like it's normal to walk into a club and become totally immersed in the lifestyle.

A thrill runs through me when Anders says my name. I'm not sure how he found it out, but the fact that they actually took the time to find it out sends a thrill through my body. Until I realize this is all more than likely a game to them since they're obviously members of the sex club I'm trying to sneak into.

"You guys come here a lot, huh." I try to keep the disappointment out of my voice as I let Bodie lead me to our destination, but if I'm only going to be a plaything to them, I want to know now so I can protect my heart.

We pass by the main room and down the hall to the boutique. A saleswoman greets us and leads us to a private dressing room. I'm so lost in my pity party that I don't listen to the conversations going on around me.

I should be used to being alone by now. My parents never wanted me. My brother Holden is the only one who actuallytakes any interest in my life. I know he loves me, but he has his own life to live.

Bodie positions me in the middle of the large changing room while the saleswoman instructs another woman on where to place the clothes they have brought in for me to try on. Bodie, Anders, and Riggs sit on the leather couches in the dressing area while the saleswoman and her assistant leave the four of us alone in the room when it dawns on me that there is nowhere for me to change but in front of my three crushes.

Deciding if I only have one shot with the three of them, I will make it as memorable as possible. I unlace the strings holding my leather top together, pull it over my head, and throw it on the floor at my feet, leaving my naked breasts to bounce now that they are free from their confinement. I then kick off my high-heeled shoes, not carrying where they landed, as I watch the lust fill their eyes as they gaze at my body.

I've never really liked my body—I've always felt a little self-conscious of how big my boobs are and how wide my hips are, but at least my tiny waist makes up for it. Speaking of my waist, I run my hands over my toned stomach, another one of the features of my body I like, and reach for the zipper on the side of the leather skirt and slowly lower it before wiggling out of it and letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud.

"Oops. No panties." I raise my hand to my lips in mock surprise.

The only reason I'm not wearing panties is I couldn't find the sexy lace thong panties I bought to go with the skirt. Unfortunately, they are the only sexy panties I own—I can'tvery well wear my everyday high-waisted granny panties with a leather skirt, so I opted out of wearing panties altogether.

A collective groan comes from the couch, causing me to channel my inner bad girl. "I guess I'll have to try the clothes on like this." I lower my hand, place both hands on my hips, and do a little spin, giving them a 360-degree view of my body.

I grab the first outfit off the rack and slip it on—it's a schoolgirl uniform with a super short skirt and a tight, white sheer top—so sheer my hard nipples are clearly visible.

"What do you think?" I do another twirl, causing the short skirt to fly up around my waist. "Is this baby girl enough for you?"

Their groans turn into moans, and instead of three sexy guys, they sound more like zombies closing in on the prey they want to eat. I turn back to the clothes rack, pretending to be interested in the next outfit to hide the giggle that wants to break free from my lips at the obvious hard-ons they're packing in their pants while watching me change.

I want to continue my little peep show for them, but I need to get into one of the sex rooms for the selfie before I leave—and if they keep looking at me like that, my brain will turn to mush, too.

The outfits the saleswoman and her assistant picked out for me are amazing. I'd love to try them all on for the guys, but time is wasted. My hand lands on the perfect outfit for our little game. It's a light pink, sheer babydoll nightgown with ruffles on the short skirt that barely covers my ass. Every part of it is sheer—it's as if I'm not wearing anything.

"That's the one." Bodie finds his voice as he stands and walks toward me, with Riggs and Anders following close behind. "What about your hair? Should you put it up?" Riggs and Anders nod in agreement.

I've watched enough porn with my friend Erica for educational purposes; she's studying to be a psychologist, that I know exactly what they want me to do with my hair. Pigtails or a ponytail would be too obvious, so I go for two French braids instead.

I quickly French braid my hair and place the pink rubber bands and ribbon I found with the sheer nightgown and face them. "Is this better?" I hold in another giggle at the way their mouths are open, and their eyes bulge out.

"You're perfect." Riggs is the first to come to his senses. "Let's go to the main room and show off our little treat." He takes my hand and guides me through the dressing room and into the main bar area.

I should be mortified that I'm being paraded around like this, but I absolutely love the attention I'm getting from not only my three guys but all the other guys and some of the women in the club. We pass by other women dressed in baby girl outfits, and for some strange reason, I finally feel like I belong somewhere—like I've found my people.

We sit at one of the round booths in a corner of the club—Anders on one side of me and Bodie on the other while Riggs sits next to Anders but still at an angle that he can look directly at me.

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