Room One Hundred and Thirteen (Club Sin: Seattle Session 2)

Chapter 12

Istare at my phone impatiently, waiting for one of them to respond to the video I sent them five minutes ago. But no one does. I wonder if it's too late to recall the video.

My nerves are even more rattled, knowing it's never taken them this long to respond to one of my texts. It's usually only seconds before one, if not all, of them respond.

The video wasn't that bad. Was it?

I think about how I started the video by smiling at the camera. It was a big step for me. I've always had the eye mask to hide behind before. I looked directly into the camera and told them I'd been a bad girl. And how badly I needed them to spank me. I even went so far as to take off my clothes and masturbate into the camera to show them how bad I was—coming without their permission and calling out each of their names.

What if it was too much? Do they think I'm too clingy?

I can't stand the silence. Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson aren't even in the office to help me take my mind off the video. Too worked up to concentrate on the spreadsheet, I begin to pace around the office like a caged animal.

I have to figure out a way to make this right.

The only option I have is to text them. I pull up the group chat and type out a witty message, hoping to downplay the video. I cross my fingers and push send.

Sir: Blocked

Master: Blocked

Alpha: Blocked

No, this can't be right. I dial each of their phone numbers only to find myself truly blocked from all three.

I don't remember how I ended up sitting on the floor by my desk or how long I'd been sitting there, only that the tears on my face were now dry when a surprisingly compassionate Carla told me to go home for the day.

I also don't remember the bus ride home or even changing into my pajamas and crawling under the covers, praying it was all a dream, only to wake up the next morning to the realization that, like all good fantasies, mine had finally come to an end.