2. Kinky tests

Cassandra Salvatore

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Entering the club was the hard part. It seemed like Jules herself was suddenly nervous as well, and with both of us unsure, it took a while for us to say fuck it and just go in.

When we went in, I was expecting to see naked people walking up and down, people getting tied up, spanked, and flogged, but the first image we met was a reception. The receptionist looked bored as hell and her face literally lit up as she noticed us walking toward her.

She wasn't dressed in revealing clothes or lingerie. She was dressed in a black modest dress.

"Good evening. Welcome to Fantasia."

I didn't know whether to reply so I kept shut and let my best friend do the talking, though the only word she said was, "Hi."

The receptionist, whose name tag read Aya, stared at us for a couple of seconds and chuckled. "First time, am I right?"

I smiled nervously. Were we that obvious? "How did you know?"

"I can always tell." Aya smiled warmly at us and I finally began to relax. "First timer or visitor?"

"Visitor."

"First timer."

I and Jules replied at the same time, then we stared at each other. I gave her a questioning look, but she only shrugged in response before we both turned back to the receptionist. "Visitors," I repeated firmly because no way in hell was I coming back to this place.

I hadn't even been in it yet, but I already knew it was the last time I was going to step foot in there. I didn't see the appeal in being slapped around and degraded even if Jules was so insistent on trying it.

The receptionist chuckled as though she'd seen this situation one too many times. "That's alright, you'd still have to fill out a form though."

I frowned. We were in a club — granted, it was not a normal one because it was everything BDSM — but why the hell did we need to fill out forms?

She must've seen the confusion on our faces because she started explaining. "The form is basically you marking your choices," she said, bringing out two pieces of paper from some kind of drawer, and placing them in front of us. "It helps give a better experience as you can easily connect with who you want to."

I was still very confused. "Who we want to?"

"Yes." She smiled. She was being very patient with us, but I guess that came with the job. "For example, if you're a sub, a dom can easily locate you and you can easily locate a dom."

"Oh," Jules commented, seeming even more interested. "That's very thoughtful."

"Yeah." Aya pushed forward both papers and placed pens on them. Hesitantly, I picked it up and started going through it. The first few questions were easy ones like full name, age, and occupation. Then, it started becoming quite personal, asking questions about my sex life and if I was clean.

"This is an invasion of privacy," I murmured, continuing to look through the list. It went on to ask about my sexual preferences and my eyes went wide when I saw anal fisting. I almost choked on my saliva.

Jules, on the other hand, had already started filling hers. Not wanting to be a Debby downer, I took a deep breath and started filling mine as well.

There were five options: interested, curious, neutral, disagree, and strongly disagree. Most of my answers revolved around disagree and neutral. Anal fisting though? I ticked strongly disagree.

I was lying on the test, but it was embarrassing to admit that I was quite curious to find out what people found interesting about being spanked. I'd never tried it, never had any intentions about trying it, but these questions were making me rethink and I wasn't going to admit that.

Juliet would never let me live it down if she found out I was even remotely interested in any of these. I'd made fun of her a lot because of it, but she never stopped showing interest and managed to drag me with her.

It took quite a while to finish up the list because I spent an unnecessary amount of time thinking too much about my choices and when I handed it back to the receptionist, she gave me a bracelet in return. I looked from the yellow bracelet back to her.

"Wear that."

I clasped it around my wrist. "What does it mean?"

"It means you're a submissive."

My eyes snapped to her as I ignored Jules' snort from my side. "What do you mean I'm a submissive? I don't like being dominated!"

"That's not what your answers tell me."

I opened my mouth but realized I didn't have any argument. I was the one that filled the answers in and I realized I'd strongly disagreed with any question about me being in charge. I didn't exactly like being in control, but I didn't know how to assert dominance as well. If I did, a lot of things in my life would've been different.

Jules got a red bracelet, which meant that she was a switch; she was both a submissive and a dominatrix.

We were not allowed to go in with our phones because of privacy. They didn't want to end up in a situation whereby people were videoed without their consent, so when our coats were taken from us, our devices were as well.

I was self-conscious, but I tried not to let it show as Jules and I stepped into the main club. That was where the real fun was. I watched as Jules' eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of people having sex in public and not in the usual vanilla way. I was quite ashamed to admit to myself that it caught my attention as well.