As soon as I’ve stood up on my feet, Brooks is whisking me away towards the bar.
“Hey!” I try to protest. “I’m completely naked—put me down!”
He stops dead in his tracks and looks at me with his piercing blue eyes.
“Do you want to safeword, baby?”
“No,” I mutter. I’m so close to rolling my eyes, but I somehow manage to stop myself.
He carries me into the bar and towards a wooden table. The table is completely empty—unlike the vast majority of other tables that are strewn with beer and wings. People are clustered around the table as if they’re waiting for something. A shiver runs up my spine.
Brooks carries me all the way to the table and places me gently onto it. I’m left sitting naked, on my ass, on this giant table. A crowd of people are watching and making comments.
“Nice t**s!”
