Felicity and Roger: Night Clubbing

Warning: this post contains sadomasochistic erotica and
may be triggering to people with a history of trauma. 


Felicity and Roger danced at the fashionable Club Uranus in
the fashionable warehouse district of Previously Post-Modern
San Francisco.

It was Halloween and they disguised themselves as nothing and
were dismayed when everyone noticed.

Friends who hadn’t spoken to them in years remarked on
how nothing they looked.

“You look so going, going, and gone!” shrieked a young man
dressed as Gertrude Stein.

Felicity dragged Roger to the dance floor.

“Felicity.” whispered Roger.

“What!” She was desperate for fun.

“I don’t like being nothing.”

“You’re nothing and there’s nothing I can do about it! Enjoy
yourself!”

Roger put on a pout: “But I can’t!”

“Then you’re a baby.”

Roger jumped and clapped, “I knew you’d think of something!”

He removed his clothes and curled up on the dance floor.

“Oh look!” cried a little man in a flannel nighty, “Another baby!”

He crawled to Felicity and yanked on her dress: “Can I play, can I play!?”

Felicity was disgusted.

She gave the little man a withering look.

“Get up this instant or Mommy will kill your surprise!”

The little man gazed up at Felicity with wide eyes and said: “I’m
a good boy Mommy. Let me have the surprise!”

“Very well,” she smiled

Felicity removed one of her stiletto heels and beat the little
man on the head.

“No Mommy! No!”

“Bad! Bad! Boy!”

The little man soon fainted and Felicity’s fun was over.

“I love it when you play bad Mommy.” Roger kissed her neck.

“I hope I didn’t kill him.” Felicity laughed.

Roger examined the people who applauded as the little man
moaned and bled.

“I bet they don’t.”

Rob Goldstein (c) 1992-2017 All Rights Reserved

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