Mabel Shot Part 5
I smile awkwardly as I listen to her, lacking the courage to tell her that I've never been to a club, that the closest I've come to that was going to Sodoma, which I think is even weirder to say since I went to an orgy-type party but have never been to a club to dance.
"I don’t know if I’ll be able to go," I say, avoiding her gaze. "There’s an exhibition at the gallery tomorrow at 8 PM. It was scheduled for last Saturday but got postponed to this Saturday now. Don’t you want to go?" I ask excitedly. "It’s a new painter named Oslo; his canvases are amazing, Sieta. He’s talented, and I’m so happy that Mr. Rumeu gave him this chance."
"At the gallery… Are you really wanting to trade our fun night dancing and drinking for looking at canvases you see all week?" She laughs and shakes her head. "You don’t like clubs, do you?"
"No..." I bite my lip, shifting my weight nervously and laughing. "It’s just that…"
"What?" She looks at me, opening her arms and staring me down.
"I’ve never been to a club." I close my eyes and take a deep breath, bracing myself for her laughter.
"Are you serious?" I open my eyes to find Sieta staring at me with wide eyes.
"I didn’t go out much; after I moved out, I went out even less…"
"Girl, we’re going to have to fix this tomorrow!" Sieta frightens me when she steps forward and holds my face in her hands. "We can stop by the gallery and take a look, but you can bet your ass you’re going to a club in Moscow tomorrow night!"
"Don’t you think we should talk to Mr. Gregovivk first and see what he thinks about it?" I take a step back, but Sieta keeps my face held, squishing my cheeks and making me pout my lips.
"No!" She smiles and shakes her head. "Tomorrow night, you’re going to have fun and shake that beautiful butt of yours without your owner’s collar around your neck…"
"This isn’t going to end well, Sieta..." I mumble through my squished lips, watching her laugh at me.
"Now that’s going to be a girls' night. Bad girls!" She winks at me and pinches my cheek when she lets go. "I’ll stop by the gallery tomorrow night and pick you up. I’ll let the bear know I’m taking you out to dinner, then I’ll bring you back home, and everything will be fine!"
I stand in the kitchen for a moment, rubbing my sore cheeks, unsure of what kind of trouble going to the club with Sieta will bring me.
"Maybe some spankings, maybe he’ll use the whip this time…" I feel my body tense, getting agitated at the thought of Czar punishing me for being a bad girl. "A bigger plug than the last one he made me use, which left my butt sore for two days..."
I wrinkle my nose and shake my head, slowly leaving the kitchen and heading up the stairs toward my room.
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