Chapter 1

Plenty of people have gone to this new business intended for adults. Its main customers are women who haven’t been able to satisfy their sexual needs. Or the ones who don’t seem to have any luck in getting laid. I unfortunately fall into the latter category. There are other reasons people go there. There are a few rules but three that are the main focus. You have to be free of disease, No condoms, and women who participate have to do so safe from the risk of pregnancy. So either on their safe days or they need to be on the pill or even go anal.

I had moved to a new town when I was in middle school. A crazy thing happened during the move. One of the moving vans was robbed and we lost some of our stuff. Included in those things were my good clothes. So when I started school I was forced to wear sweats or my Dad’s clothes. And those were even baggier on me than my sweats. The kids made fun of me because of my clothes. Hardly anyone believed me about the robbery. The only friend I made was a girl about my age named Michelle Stark. She was the first one that didn’t seem to care about my appearance and she didn’t seem to think of me as the poor new Asian girl. By the time we found who had taken our stuff they had already gotten rid of most of it. The most painful thing about it wasn’t that the first thing they got rid of was my clothes but it was that the one who stole our stuff was my Mom and her new boyfriend. Even though it was my Mom who cheated on my Dad she was still pissed off at him for the divorce and for taking almost everything. After that, the court decided that my Mom lost custody of my older brother so he ended up moving in with us.

Michelle went clothes shopping with me and that’s when I discovered we didn’t have the same taste in clothes. We had both gotten used to me wearing baggy and unattractive clothes so I ended up getting something in between. It stayed that way for years. My Dad was happy with that. Probably because this meant that no boys would be trying to take advantage of me until I was in my twenties. I had no idea what he meant at the time. Lucky for me the teasing did stop after a while.

When I was twenty and a half years old I talked to my friend and she laughed at what I had to say, “I’m your best friend but I’m sorry Chloe, I just can’t see you going to an adult place like A Fun Zone! You do know what they do there right?”

I grumbled a bit then said, “I do know. I know all too well that it’s a legal place for lots of people to gather and have sex. You’ve been there a few times so why can’t you see me going there?”

She smiled probably thinking of how the first time she went there was on her 18th birthday.

Michelle said, “You do remember what happened the last time you went there, don’t you? You took one look at the mask they handed you to cover your eyes and face and you chickened out.”

I crossed my arms and said, “It’s different this time around.”

“How is it different?” Michelle demanded.

“I’m finally tired of people thinking of me as the good girl who’d never do anything bad or crazy. I’ve done bad and crazy,” I complained.

More seriously my best friend said, “The baddest and craziest things you’ve done were getting a tattoo on your ankle and dyeing your hair purple. But if this is something you really want to do, just rest on it for the night. Okay?”

I had already given it plenty of thought but to humor Michelle I nodded and said, “Okay. But there is one thing you should know. I got a second tattoo. It’s where my pubic hair is.”

“I call bullshit on that. You used to get nervous in school after gym class. You had to get permission from your hot Dad to skip the showers. There’s no way you’d have shown off your pussy,” Michelle stated.

I playfully punched her arm, “See? You’re thinking of me as the good girl.”

She frowned, “I really am sorry I didn’t mean it that way.” She breathed deeply. “Today, tomorrow, or whenever you decide to do this just make sure you don’t do it because you’re tired of your good girl image. It has to be something you want to do.”

“Thanks. The first time I tried this it was only for that reason. But now I have more than that. If you do one thing for me I promise I’ll sleep on this idea and if I feel different tomorrow and decide not to do this I’ll let you know,” I told her.

“Anything. Name it,” she said.

“I know you’ve had a crush on my Dad for a while now, but when around me please don’t refer to my Dad as hot,” I told her.

She laughed out loud, “Deal babe. You’ve got yourself a deal. Would you also like me not to talk about the time I found out through one of the videos they gave me at A Fun Zone that your Dad was one of the guys I’ve been with?” Even louder laughing. “Relax, I’m only kidding. But if you did decide to try finding a guy like normal you could always try showing off your figure. I’ve seen you when we were shopping for bikinis and you have a body to die for. I’m actually jealous. I mean this style of clothing was fun when we were in school but now? It’s time for a change.”

At home, I ran into my brother. I felt a little mischievous so I gave him a hug while he wasn’t looking.

“Help! I’m being attacked by a monster! An amazing and wonderful monster!” Nick called out before hugging me back. “I guess that’s one of the consequences of still living at home when I’m just twenty-two years old.”

“Dad home yet?” I asked.

Nick’s eyes went wide, “Oh shoot. Yeah, he got back a while ago. He’s resting now. I shouldn’t have made all that noise.”

Things were quiet for a bit and I listened and said, “I think you’ll be okay. Dad’s not that light of a sleeper. Speaking of Dad, do you think he’s ever been to, um, never mind.”