The Club - Part 3: Auditions Make Me Weak

Holding myself up became impossible ...

The calendar showed that today was the day; I was returning to The Club for my second audition. It felt more like a performance last week than an audition. I had to call in sick to work on Wednesday because I couldn’t focus on real life.

Everything seemed like a dream; I never pictured spending all day on a platform while three men used my body like that. The experience left me with extreme intimidation and fear about what would happen today.

I knew more about what to expect, but that didn’t make the concept easier. I wanted to be a club member and would suck it up.

My hair spent most of the time in someone's fists last week, which made me think today would mirror that if I kept it somewhat down. I felt confident in my red panties last time and picked another similar string bikini. Knowing I walked in there with them would help, even if they won’t be on long.

This time, however, I knew better than to drive. Uber would be my friend and take me to my destination. There was a note on my door when I stepped outside my house. This felt mysterious. Opening the letter, I read it carefully and felt my stomach shiver.

We read your reference letter and invited him to join us. Be prepared to put on a good show.

It had been a few weeks since he and I had been together, but I knew what he liked. We would put on a damn good show today; I knew it. This membership was mine.

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