One Shots

Sex Club Part I - Courtney & Matt

I walk into my Candice's apartment with my husband next to me. I pull him to the couch opposite my best friend. Placing my hand on top of his. I turn to Candice and say. "Candy, there's something that I need to tell you about my husband and I."

A smile spreads across her face as she looks at my husband and I. "Are you pregnant?" She scream.

Why would she think that?

My face loses color as I look at my friend. I shake my head. "God, no. I'm not pregnant. That's the last thing that Matt and I are thinking about, but this does have something to do with our sex lives."

Candice looks around the room avoiding eye contact with us. "I don't want to know anything about your sex life. Please, don't tell me a thing."

I move away from my husband and place my hand on top of hers. "It's nothing bad. Have you ever wondered how Matt and I met? We didn't meet at the bar like we told you."

"How did you meet him, Courtney? I want to know most of the details, but not the sex part."

I laugh.

My innocent friend doesn't know too much about sex, but maybe what I'm about to tell her will change her mind.

"I'll leave that part out." I tell her. "Okay, so you know how I was a sexually active person in college." She nods. I continue to tell her the story. "Well, during our last year of college I was invited to a sex club and I accepted the invite. When I got to the club there was heaps of activities going on at once and live sex shows. During one of the performances Matt walked over to me and he started to chat me up. After that I gave him my number and we started to see each other outside of the club. A few dates later we went back to the club and did our own show for couples."

Matt leans forward. "Ford, the owner of the club is getting sick of the regular girls he uses at the club and I told him that we had a girl in mind."

"And that girl is you, Candy." I finish my husband's sentence.

She shakes her head. "No, I'm not going to some sex club. There's a reason why I stay at home and away from guys."

"What happened to you, Candy? You never told me."

Sighing she says. "During our last year of college I went to a party without you and my drink was spiked. Later, that night I woke up to find myself in bed with..." I close my eyes for a second hoping to get the guys face out of my head. "A guy on top of me. He thrust into me while I was dry. I screamed and tried to kick him off. He covered my mouth with his hands and pinned me down so I wouldn't be able to move. During the ordeal I passed out. When I woke up in the morning my body was covered in semen and blood." She closes her eyes and grips onto the couch seat. "Lots and lots of blood." She whispers.

I pull her in for a hug. "I'm sorry you went through that, Candy. Have you spoken to anyone about it?"

"Every week I see someone about it and she told me that I should put myself out there again, but I'm afraid that something is going to happen again and I can't deal with that again."

"Can I ask you a question about it?" She nods. "Did you get pregnant from the rape?"

"Yes," she whispers. "I lost the baby in the eighth week. It was for the best that, that child didn't come into the world. I wouldn't have been able to cope if it did. Am I horrible for saying that?"

I hug her again. "No, you're not. Do you know who raped you? Did you report it?"

"Yes, I did. Do you remember the six months that I locked myself away and wasn't talking to anyone?"