91 — Plan in action, show time.

The atmosphere in this club is something I’ve never felt before. When I went to that kinky club, it was very chaotic, but this one is calmer. Despite the purple lights and neon glowing in the comfortable darkness, I feel comfy sitting on the big round couches surrounding the large table that, just as I asked Julian, is the best place for everyone to observe us.
But now, it makes me a little nervous.
I bring the mocktail to my lips, feeling the fruity taste and the cold relieve my dry mouth; I hope it also eases some of my anxiety, but I wriggle restlessly on the red couch and feel *something* inside me.
“Are you sure this club was really the best choice?” Tyler asks, looking around with his arms open over the couch. “Isn’t this an exclusive place for high society? I don’t think Laura has the clout to be here.”
In fact, she doesn’t.
Laura was born in New York, but her small family lives in the suburbs. I know their financial situation is good, but it has never been enough for Laura — and I have known this since we met in high school.
At the time, I was fragile, living in an unknown place with a father I’d just met, and Laura was the first person to accept me. I still remember her sweet smile... how she was by my side when things got tough, like the first anniversary of my mother’s death, which, ironically, is also my birthday.
Laura was always there, and I really got attached to her... after all, I was just a teenager, alone and fragile. Of course, we formed a strong bond. Well, what can I say? Things are always intense at that age. Blame it on the hormones or our naivety towards the world.
Anyway, we were so close that she had no problem asking for clothes, bags, shoes, jewelry, perfume… We stop by the stores almost every weekend. I confess that I didn’t like it very much, but it was her favorite thing.
I didn’t care much about money then and never did… and didn’t even when I lived in Nevada with my mother. We were pretty well off, but when I realized that all that money was our *silence’s price,* I was completely disgusted.
But a black card with no limit was the best thing for Laura. Money has always fascinated her... Not just the money but what it could offer.
And with our friendship, she really enjoyed a bit of this world that I never asked to be in... the world that hurt my mother and humiliated her... that made her spend her last days alone in a hospital that, despite its luxury, was lonely and empty.
*The world I hated for so long.*
That’s why, yes, this is the perfect place to push Laura over the edge.
“She always wanted to come here, but I didn’t like this kind of place.” I finally answer Tyler after such bitter memories invade my mind. “If she really is the stalker following me, she won’t resist the opportunity to come in.”
“What, you think she’s going to break into the place?” Tyler says with a laugh, almost like he can imagine the scene.”
“She’ll use my name.” I say firmly, taking a deep breath, reaching for another sip of the mocktail, “I know her. She has done it countless times. Whenever she needs to, she uses my name. Stores, restaurants... All she has to do is show my face and say my last name, and the doors magically open.”
Tyler looks at me with an indecipherable expression.
“You don’t think she babbled about me, used our photo on her lock screen’s phone for nothing, do you? Or that she innocently used our friendship bracelet with switched names?” I give a bitter smile, shifting restlessly on the couch again, suddenly aware that it’s still inside me.
He opens his lips to say something, but I see Grace in the crowd, entering the club. I raise my hand, waving it to attract her eyes, which quickly meet mine, and say quietly to Tyler, “She’s here.”
Grace walks quickly over to us, and her smile falters when she notices that it’s just Tyler and me sitting at this large table, but that doesn’t stop her from coming over to us. I look at her short, tight dress that highlights her discreet curves, and the closer she gets, the more I notice the extremely high-quality fabric. It must have been expensive and, at the very least, used for such occasions.
*Plan in action, show time.*
“Hi, am I early?” Grace asks when she finally catches up with us, switching her eyes from me to Tyler.
I feel my heart beating fast in my throat... I hadn’t thought of that! I made her understand that I called several friends, but now it’s just the two of us.
Grace’s expression is suspicious, and that makes me even more anxious.
My muscles stiffen, as do my inner walls that squeeze the dildo inside me. I swallow a sigh, my skin prickling. *Damn it, Julian...*
“Looks like it.” Tyler gives a gallant smile and points to the seat next to him, “But that doesn’t stop us from starting the party, does it?”
Grace’s eyes light up, and she sits down beside him shyly... Well, I can’t judge her. Tyler does have a very nice smile; I dare say it’s what makes him so handsome — apart from his muscles, of course.
“I’m nervous; it’s my first time in a place like this...” She says, giggling, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, casting me only a quick glance because her focus is fully on Tyler.
“Mine too...” He says, still smiling, and snuggles his arm closer to her shoulder, tilting his face subtly, with his eyes locked on her red lips… “Do you feel a bit out of place too?”
She laughs softly, leaning slightly towards him, “Yes, I do.”
They’re looking at each other so intensely that I feel suffocated with sexual tension. At least things are going as expected. I mean, I didn’t doubt that Tyler would arouse the girl’s interest, but it seemed easier than it should be.
I take a deep breath, feeling impatient. Tyler may have succeeded in fooling Grace for now, but I don’t know how much longer that will work-
“Angel, sorry I’m late!” A slightly familiar voice startles me, making me look up to find the long blond hair and blue eyes that have bothered me so much in the past.
I blink a few times, still trying to make sure I’m not hallucinating, but when I look back and notice many other faces, my mouth drops open, saying with surprise... *“Cathy?”*
When Grace looks at the small group standing beside the table, I force a smile and make room for them all to sit down, approaching Tyler on the other side... “N- No problem, I’m glad everyone is here...”
Cathy smiles and sits down next to me, with her friends doing the same. Who are these people, anyway?
Well, one of the faces catches my eye because it’s slightly familiar, but before I can really remember-
“Catherine Levine?” Grace lets the name slip out in surprise, then adds, “Are you friends with *Catherine Levine?”*
Cathy doesn’t let me answer; she suddenly leans over, resting her head against mine, “Yes, of course... We’re very good friends.”
I nod, completely speechless.
Catherine Levine, one of the most famous models today…
Cathy is Catherine Levine.
How could I not have realized this before?
Grace is looking at the other people that, honestly, I’ve never spoken to, but now I’m beginning to recognize. They’re all from a big agency in New York... really influential models on the scene, some did commercials for our company.
*I’m so confused.*
“Like Juls said, you’re not very good at acting.” Cathy’s voice sounds low, making me startled and look around, but no one seems to have heard through the loud music.
“This is his doing... I should know,” I say without looking at her, reaching for my drink, which has no alcohol, but no one needs to know.
I’m taking a sip when her voice sounds again, “Julian asked me to sort out the invitations and help with your little plan, so here I am.”
“What did he tell you?” I ask slowly, placing the glass on the table, wriggling uncomfortably, with my body shuddering, making me clench the dildo inside.
I take a short, sharp breath.
“He didn’t go into too much detail. But if that guy came to ask me something, it’s certainly important.” I look at her, surprised, trying to understand the subtle meaning of her words. “I also thought it would be a good way to get to know each other better. We’ve had a lot of misunderstandings, and I’m not sure if that brief meeting in the club’s bathroom while you were drunk is enough to settle everything.”
Oh, that’s right... It hasn’t been that long, but it feels like forever.
I used to be really jealous of Cathy, but you only have to look at her to understand. She’s beautiful. *Absurdly beautiful.* It’s inevitable not to compare myself to her. And now I have found that she’s an important model whose face is all over so many places that I feel foolish for never noticing before.
But curiously, I no longer feel threatened, jealous, or about to do something stupid because of impulsiveness; no frustration corrupts me and steals the best of me. I don’t see Cathy as an enemy, someone I should feel a rivalry with. Perhaps it was her comforting touch that left all those things behind.
“Actually, I’ve wanted to thank you for what you did that day.” I say slowly, noticing that surprise takes her expression, “I was lost and upset, but you helped me. For some reason, my faith in people is damaged, but I always get comfort from the people I least expected.”
Cathy looks at me softly, and I can see, from this distance, that her blue eyes are even brighter when they sparkle... It’s almost like a crystal-clear pond.
“Thank you,” I say at last, suddenly uncomfortable, shifting my eyes to Tyler and Grace, who are standing closer with their bodies already touching. I watch how he moves his face closer to whisper something in Grace’s ear and how she laughs at something funny, brushing her fingertips across his chest, over his shirt.
The plan is working-
*“Huh...”* I’m surprised by the moan I let out, and it startles me. I seal my lips quickly, pressing my knees together and rubbing my thighs...
Wait, this is...
*Hah... No way…*
There is… there is something vibrating...
That damn *pink egg* is vibrating inside me!