“This is exciting,” Rylan confessed.
Brett put one arm around his shoulders as they headed to the door. “I hope you enjoy our outing, the point is to have fun.”
Rylan had no doubts. He was living out a personal fantasy and with Brett. Nothing could be finer.
5
There was a good-sized crowd at Frisky Flirts, but Brett had learned long ago flogging events usually drew people to clubs. They parked and did the normal waiting in line to get in, signing the necessary forms, paying entrance fees, and getting a locker. Their coats, and Rylan’s street clothes, as well astheir phones and wallets were securely locked away.