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She turned back to the girls, her voice slightly strained. "I think I need a drink. Do you all want anything?"

"Ooh, yes, please! A juice box!" Lily said with a smile.

Savannah nodded, rising from her chair. As she weaved through the crowd, her heart raced.This is it,she thought.No turning back now.

Approaching the bar, she plastered on her most innocent expression. "Hi," she said, meeting Tim's eyes. "Can I get three juice boxes and, um... do you have any special drinks for littles?"

Tim's lips quirked into a knowing smile. "Sure thing, sweetheart. How about a cotton candy mocktail? It's a house specialty."

As he prepared the drinks, he leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper. "Remember why you are here and what he expects out of you. Keep it simple but remember to stay observant."

Savannah nodded imperceptibly, her fingers drumming nervously on the bar. "Thanks," she murmured, taking the drinks. Noticing a man at the end of the bar watching them, she changed the topic quickly. "I'm Savannah, by the way. Are you new here too?"

"Tim," he replied with a wink. "Just taking a gap year to save up for some travels. Thought this gig might be... educational." Tim leaned in closer, his voice dropping. "Listen carefully. We're not just playing dress-up here. The Spartan Watchmen are dangerous, and we've got eyes everywhere. If you don't get what we need..." He paused, swallowing hard. "Your sister, her kid—they're counting on you. Don't forget what's at stake."

Savannah's heart hammered in her chest, the sweet taste of her mocktail turning bitter on her tongue. "I know," she whispered back, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her glass. "Believe me, he doesn't let me forget."

As Savannah turned to leave, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. For a moment, she hardly recognized herself—the wide-eyed girl staring backseemed a world away from the desperate young woman who had agreed to this dangerous charade. But as she made her way back to the girls, she steeled herself, knowing that her performance here could mean the difference between safety and... and something she couldn't let herself think about without breaking into tears. As she turned away from the bar, her gaze swept across the room, taking in the laughter and carefree play around her. For a moment, she felt a pang of longing, wishing she could truly be part of this world without the weight of her mission.

"You've got this," she told herself, walking back to the girls carefully, balancing her drink with an armful of juice boxes. "Just be sweet, be curious, be... little."

Savannah plastered on her most convincing smile. Her steps were light, almost bouncy, but inside, her mind raced.

"Got the juice boxes," she said, handing one to each of them.

As the girls welcomed her back warmly, Savannah settled in, her heart still pounding. She picked up a crayon, her hand trembling slightly, and began to color. All the while, her ears strained to catch any snippet of conversation that might lead her to the information she so desperately needed.

"Uh-oh, someone's been naughty," Emilee whispered, giggling behind her hand as smacks filled the air next to them.

Savannah's heart raced, her palms growing clammy. She wiped them on her dress, trying to maintain her composure. She didn't want to turn and look, but she couldn't help herself. Her cheeks burned as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes.

She couldn't believe she was sitting here, at a BDSM club where people openly displayed their darkest, most secret desires. And worse yet, she was supposed to be undercover as a little, gathering information on the Spartan Watchmen motorcycle club, for a rival motorcycle club.

How had her life come to this?

She knew exactly how her life had come to this. Her thoughts were interrupted as she watched the large man discipline his petite submissive out in the open, like it was completely normal.

Savannah’s breath hitched in her throat. The sight of the man's firm hand connecting with the woman's reddening bottom, a mix of pain and pleasure etched on her face, shouldn't have aroused her... but it did. Sensations pooled between her thighs, betraying her growing arousal. The thought mortified her, but she couldn't tear her eyes away.

Can I really do this?She wondered watching the interaction occur. What choice did she have?

"You can definitely tell it's her first time," Lily said with a giggle. "Her face is the color of my shirt."

"Lily!" Makenzie scolded. "That's not nice."

Savannah willed her voice to stay light and carefree. "It’s that obvious, huh? Even if I hadn't told you?"

"It's okay." Emilee covered her hand with her own and squeezed it gently. "I remember the first time I saw someone else getting spanked, too. Are you new to the lifestyle or just new to events?"

"I remember my first time going out with others in the BDSM world," Makenzie said before Savannah could answer. "I was really nervous, too."

Savannah smiled gratefully at them. "It's my first time in person, but I've read a lot of books and explored on some forums and social media groups."

Emilee nodded. "That's how a lot of us got started."

"I'm bored with coloring. You want to go play at the dollhouse?" Makenzie asked, standing suddenly.

"Sure!" Emilee said. "Lily? Savannah?"

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