"EVELYN'S POV"
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The black envelope had no return address.
Inside was a single matte black card with silver lettering:
THE UNDERGROUND
A Night Only
Dress code: Black.
No phones, no names.
Those who enter… rarely leave unchanged.
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I had received this last Friday and probably didn't think much of it.
I knew it was sent to the wrong address, and I should have thrown it away.
Instead, at 11:45 PM, I stood outside an abandoned-looking warehouse, wearing a short black dress that barely covered my ass, a lace mask, and heels that made my legs look endless.
My name was Evelyn. I'm twenty four and tired of vanilla boys who couldn’t make me c*m, let alone make me submit.
I wanted more.
I wanted to be owned, spoiled, ruined...any word you can call it
The bouncer at the hidden
