June and her book club, A neighbor with a special book

There’s a certain sacred stillness after a book club meeting. Half-drunk wine glasses sweating on the table, cookie crumbs on the couch cushions, and the faint scent of lavender and body spray still clinging to the air like a promise that we’ll do this again soon.

The Spice Rack (the name I’d come up with while drunk that just sort of stuck) started as a joke, really, in the thick of the pandemic when the world felt like it had shrunk down to the size of my empty houses walls. June, my best friend, and I were both going stir-crazy, her with two wild boys and a husband who thought “working from home” meant taking conference calls in the bathroom, me with my endless supply of puzzles and silent evenings that seemed to stretch out forever. One night, over a marathon text thread and too much boxed wine, we started talking about all the books we’d been meaning to read, and how we missed gossiping over brunch. It only took another glass or two before we decided to combine the two. Book club sounded so grown-up, so organized, but really, we just wanted an excuse to dress up and see another face, even if it was on a screen.

We kept it small at first, just the two of us, trading spicy paperbacks through disinfected mail drops and giggling over video chat. Then June invited Harper, her kid’s old soccer coach, who crashed our third meeting with a bottle of whiskey and a list of “books men should never be allowed to read.” Lani joined after that, a new girl to the cul-de-sac that Harper practically dragged in once she found out she’d run away from an emotionally abusive relationship, and then Sasha… sweet Sasha, who’d just aged out of high school and was **** for any kind of connection that didn’t involve her parents or TikTok.

Somehow, what started as a pandemic lifeline became a ritual. Even after things opened up again, we kept meeting: twice a month, no partners, no kids, no judgment. Just a little space carved out of the world for ourselves, where we could be as loud or as silly or as honest as we wanted. I didn’t realize how much I needed it until I had it, how much I’d come to rely on the warmth and the laughter and the sense of belonging. The Spice Rack was my anchor, and I never wanted that to change.

Harper was sprawled across the loveseat like a queen surveying her domain, her cropped hair a little wild, combat boots kicked off. Even lounging you could tell she was a gym rat, her finely toned muscles visible even while reclining. “Rhys was a walking red flag,” she declared, voice sharp as broken glass. “And for the record, that’s why men are better on the page than in the room.”

June snorted, twirling a strand of perfectly styled hair. June of course, was the curviest of us all. I’m sure her sons friends would all be crushing on the “hot milf” once they were a bit older. “Toxic in a fictional setting is basically vitamins. I need something to cancel out all the soccer practice and fart jokes at home.”

Sasha, curled up with a pillow hugged to her chest, grinned. “You’re just mad because your husband would faint if he read half this book.” Sasha was the sweetheart of the group, always smiling, always with a kind word. She exuded that girl next door golden retriever energy. Easily the youngest of the group, she was currently a Junior at the local college.

June rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Neither he, nor the boys, are allowed to touch my reading pile. That’s the rule.” June I’d known the longest. We’d met in college and amazingly had ended up living in the same cul-de-sac. Although our lives had taken slightly different paths (She was a stay at home mother of two rowdy boys. She’d ended up pregnant in college and dropped out to focus on her family), we always found time for each other.

Across from me, Lani was picking at the last of the strawberries, eyes lowered behind her glasses. She always sat a little apart, a little quiet, but when she spoke, it was gold. “I liked the way the author handled consent. There was… a kind of safety to it.” Lani was the most recent addition to our little book club. Harper had caught her moving into one of the rental properties in the cul-de-sac, and once she found out that Lani was striking it out on her own for the first time after leaving a long term abusive relationship, she’d practically dragged the poor girl here to make friends. If I had to guess, I’d say that Harper was crushing on her, not that she’d ever do anything about it. We care too much about making this a safe space.

“Agreed,” I said. “We’ve read way steamier books, but this one had a kind of romantic integrity. Like… spice with soul.”

We clinked our glasses to that.

But even as I sat there, basking in the glow of another successful meeting, I felt it coming—the itch of change. I hadn't told them yet. Not the big thing.

I set down my glass and cleared my throat.

“Harper’s eyes narrowed instantly. “You’re not picking another reverse harem book, are you? Because I still have nightmares about that kitchen scene, and I’m not in therapy yet.”

“Not that kind of curveball,” I said, forcing a laugh, but my hands felt cold. “I, uh… invited someone new to join us. For next time.”

The room went silent. Even the radiator seemed to hush.

“Who?” June asked, suspicious, almost bored.

“He’s… my neighbor. Mikey. He’s eighteen, just started community college. He loves books—”

Harper cut me off, sitting up. “He?”

I nodded, feeling my face heat. “Just…hear me out. He’s new to the area, doesn’t know anybody, and he’s been really into literature, so I thought…”

Harper’s lip curled. “Nora, this is a women’s space. You know that. We built this so we wouldn’t have to explain or justify or… babysit. Why would you even…?”

Lani’s voice was almost a whisper, but it cut right through. “Nora, you know my last boyfriend was emotionally abusive. This is the only place I feel safe. I’m not sure I’m ready to have a guy here.”

I opened my mouth, but June jumped in first, her laugh brittle. “I get maybe wanting to help your neighbor, but I get one night a month without testosterone, and now you want to add a teenage boy? I have two at home. That’s plenty.”

Sasha’s face had gone pale, her blue eyes wide and wary. “Wait. Mikey? Mikey Collins?” She hugged her knees up, voice trembling a little. “Nora, he’s… Look, when I was a senior, he tried to sneak an upskirt photo of me in the bio lab. The teachers almost expelled him. He said it was a joke, but…” She bit her lip, looking away. “I don’t want him here.”

The silence was thick, almost painful. I felt like I’d just dropped a match in a puddle of gasoline.

I tried to keep my tone steady, maternal. “He was a kid then. He’s grown up a lot. People change. I just thought… maybe being around strong women, seeing how we talk and think, would help him. Show him something better.”

Harper shook her head, jaw clenched. “He can read about strong women. He doesn’t need to sit here while we talk about our lives and our bodies. This is ours.”

Lani just looked at me, her eyes sad and tired. June poured herself another glass, muttering under her breath. Sasha wouldn’t meet my gaze.

I took a breath, feeling all their eyes on me. “Look, I get it. None of us want to play den mother to some awkward guy, especially not here. But you all know how some of these guys get—shut off from women, stuck in their own little online echo chambers, and suddenly every TikTok they watch is about how women are the enemy. Mikey isn’t perfect. But maybe this is our chance to keep him from turning into some borderline incel. Maybe if he sees women as human—funny, smart, complicated—he’ll get it. Maybe it’ll be good for him to interact with women in a non-sexual way, you know?”

A silence, broken only by the clink of June’s glass. “Non-sexual by joining a book club with five attractive women where all we do is talk about the latest spicy romance novel? Yea, I’m sure this is gonna go over SOOOOO well.”

“Look, if it’s weird, or he can’t handle it, or anyone feels uncomfortable?” I added quickly, glancing at Harper. “We cut him loose after one or two meetings. No drama.”

Harper crossed her arms, skeptical but not outright hostile. “I’ll hold you to that. If he so much as tries anything, I’ll be the one shoving my combat boot up his ass.”

I laughed, trying to cut the tension a bit. “Any excuse to beat up a man, eh?”

Harper scoffed but didn’t protest further

“Oh…and he offered to buy the books for everyone this month,” I said, “He wanted to show good faith, said he’d pick something we’d all actually be interested in. He showed it to me the other day and I skimmed a bit of his recommendation. It’s honestly… promising. I have high hopes.”

(That last part lingered in my mind. I’d only read a page or two of the first chapter, but something about the book burrowed under my skin…the words sticking with me, echoing in my head when I tried to fall asleep. I didn’t mention that.)

June sighed, swirling her wine. “If he’s buying, I guess that’s… something.”

Sasha still looked uneasy, blue eyes wide. Lani hugged her knees tighter, lips pressed in a thin line.

asha still looked uneasy, her blue eyes wide. “I just… I don’t know, Nora. He made me really uncomfortable, and—” She trailed off, glancing at the others, searching for backup.

Lani hugged her knees tighter, lips pressed in a thin line. “It just feels… weird. I don’t want to have to guard myself in here, not again.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through the room.

Harper let out a long breath, drumming her fingers on the coffee table. “Look. I’m still not thrilled about this, but…” She glanced at me. “If he’s buying, and we’re all on the same page about booting him if he steps out of line, fine. But I’m not making it easy on him. One wrong move and he’s gone.”

Lani nodded slowly, her shoulders slumping. “Okay. But I want the option to leave if I’m not comfortable.”

Sasha bit her lip, then gave the smallest shrug. “Yeah. I’ll try. But just for one meeting.”

June raised her glass in a half-hearted toast. “Here’s to giving awkward teenage boys exactly one shot.”

Relief washed through me, but it was tangled with something else, a strange, restless anticipation I couldn’t quite explain. I smiled, trying to make it look natural. “Thank you. Really. If it doesn’t work, we’ll end it. Promise.”

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Book club night had always been my comfort zone. But tonight, my stomach fluttered for reasons that had nothing to do with wine or plot twists. The apartment was too clean, the lights too soft, and I kept smoothing my hair, trying to convince myself this was just another meeting.

The girls arrived in a swirl of boots, cardigans, and nervous energy. Harper had that look—chin up, jaw set, ready for battle. June poured herself a glass of wine immediately and kept glancing at the door. Lani and Sasha stuck close together, Sasha clutching at the hem of her shirt with white knuckles.

At precisely 7:08, Mikey knocked. I opened the door, and there he was: overweight, awkward, cheeks flushed from climbing the stairs, the faintest whiff of gamer funk drifting in with him. He offered a shy, lopsided smile and a bookstore bag. “Hey, everyone.”

The girls mumbled hellos, Harper barely glancing up. Mikey shuffled in, nearly tripping over the rug, and handed out copies of Under the Surface, his palms leaving faint smudges on the glossy covers.

“Thanks, Mikey,” I said, trying to fill the silence. “That was generous, really.”

He grinned at the compliment, gaze lingering on my face just a little too long. “Hope you all like it. I, uh, picked it because I thought it’d fit.”

We’d all just cracked open the books Mikey brought, the room settling into that hush where everyone pretends to read but is really just sizing up the new arrival. I tried to focus on the words, but Mikey was a constant, clumsy presence at the edge of my vision.

It started small. Harper shifted in her seat, got up to grab more wine, and Mikey’s eyes tracked her—hungry, almost dazed. As soon as she left her chair, he leaned forward, pretending to reach for a dropped bookmark. I watched, frozen, as he let his hand trail across the cushion, then pressed his fingers to his nose, inhaling with an intensity that made my skin crawl. Harper caught my eye from the kitchen, eyebrows raised, and mouthed “what the fuck”.

A few minutes later, June tried to squeeze past him to get to the snack table, and Mikey didn’t move. Instead, he shifted at the last second, pressing his bulk against her hip as she slipped by. June’s lips tightened, and she shot me a look, half disbelief, half accusation, before grabbing her wine and sitting as far from Mikey as the room allowed.

Then there was the bathroom routine. Lani excused herself and disappeared down the hall. Not sixty seconds after she got back, Mikey declared, “Sorry, gotta use the bathroom,”. When Sasha took her turn ten minutes later, he did it again, not even waiting enough to make it seem like a coincidence. Each time, he came back looking a little more flushed, a little too pleased with himself.

The worst part was the way the other girls reacted, Harper disgusted, June exasperated, Lani going even quieter, shrinking into her sweater. Sasha looked like she wanted to disappear. I caught every flinch, every exchanged glance, and felt the responsibility settle heavy on my shoulders. Still, I said nothing, telling myself I was just imagining things, that Mikey was awkward, not malicious.

At some point, the conversation died down and Mikey cleared his throat. “I, um, can read a bit if you want,” he said, already thumbing through his copy of the book. No one objected. I found myself folding my hands in my lap, almost like I was bracing for something.

He started reading. The words came out in a slow, droning cadence, syllables slurring together in a way that made them hard to follow. I tried to focus, but the sentences didn’t quite connect, fragments about shadows, heat, longing, the sound of water dripping, something about being seen and known and changed. It all slipped past me, like trying to hold onto a dream the second after waking.

I couldn’t remember a single phrase, but I found myself nodding, even humming in agreement as if each word was exactly right. The more he spoke, the more I felt a thick comfort settling over me, heavy and warm, almost soporific. I caught myself thinking he sounded strangely profound, like he was getting at some deep truth I’d never considered, even though I couldn’t have repeated a line if my life depended on it.

I glanced around the room. Harper, arms folded, was still and quiet, her usual sharpness dulled to a kind of dreamy softness; she was nodding, too, eyes slightly glazed. June was staring at Mikey, lips parted, her glass untouched on the table. Lani’s legs were curled up in the chair, her head tipped to the side, eyes half-closed, a faint smile on her lips. Even Sasha, who had barely looked at him all night, was leaning forward, hands knotted in her lap, nodding along.

I looked down at my own hands, realizing I’d been clutching my copy of the book so tightly my knuckles had gone white. I could feel a tingling rising up from the cover through my hands up my arms, all the way into my head. It seemed to pulse along with Mikey’s words, matching his cadence.

When Mikey stopped, there was a beat of silence, then a collective sigh, like we’d all surfaced from underwater. I couldn’t remember a thing he’d said, but somehow I was sure it had all made perfect sense.

Around the room, the girls blinked and shifted in their seats, each of them moving as if waking from a nap they hadn’t meant to take. Harper rubbed her temples, frowning at her book as though she’d lost her place. June gave a little shiver and reached for her wine, taking a long, steadying sip. Lani tucked her hair behind her ear, blinking rapidly, and Sasha coughed into her sleeve, glancing down at her lap with an odd, confused little frown.

June adjusted her blouse, eyes thoughtful. “There’s… a certain earnestness to it. Like you really mean what you say, even if it’s hard to follow. It’s kind of compelling.”

Sasha’s cheeks flushed as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I liked the way you talked about the… themes. It felt like you understood more than just the words.”

Lani, quiet as ever, nodded gently. “It was… soft. Like you weren’t just reading, but feeling it.”

I smiled, feeling the warmth rise in the room. “You have a way with words that makes you sound… profound. Even when it’s hard to grasp.”

Harper blinked and shifted, her usual sharp gaze returning with a flicker of something softer. She frowned slightly, folding her arms, and muttered under her breath, “I’m sure that was insightful or whatever.”

Mikey’s lips twitched into a small, pleased smile. He shifted awkwardly, clearing his throat. “So, uh… I guess that means I’m a good inclusion in the group, right?” His voice cracked a little, like he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to say it or if it was even okay.

There was a pause. The girls glanced at each other, unsure how to respond. A few mumbled, “Yeah, sure,” and “I guess,” their voices hesitant, not quite matching the enthusiasm he hoped for.

Shortly after that, Mikey had to leave, complaining of a headache. He gathered his things quietly, slipping his book into his bag with a careful fold. He gave a small, almost shy nod to each of us, murmured a soft “Thanks, everyone,” and headed for the door. The click of the lock echoed in the suddenly too-quiet room.

As soon as the door shut behind him, the atmosphere shifted. Harper was the first to break the silence, her voice sharp and low. “Did you see the way he kept sniffing my chair? Like some creepy wannabe stalker.”

June rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “And that ‘accidental’ brush against me in the kitchen? I swear, I felt like I needed a shower afterward.”

Sasha hugged herself, eyes flickering nervously. “He followed me to the bathroom. Twice. That’s not normal.”

Lani’s voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through the room. “He stared at me the whole time I was talking. Not at my face, either.”

The complaints bounced around, a chorus of discomfort and disbelief. I listened, heart twisting, wanting to soothe but also feeling conflicted.

Finally, I stood, clearing my throat softly. “Look, I know Mikey’s… awkward. And yeah, some of it was weird. But honestly, I thought his reading was… profound. His comments had depth, at least, that’s how it felt to me.” I hesitated, biting my lip. “I mean, maybe I didn’t catch everything, but there was definitely something there.”

The room went quiet for a beat, then June nodded slowly. “Yeah, I guess it did feel like there was meaning behind what he said. And…he’s…he’s a good inclusion to the group, right?”

Sasha shrugged, still uneasy but **** to disagree. “I didn’t get it either, but… yea…a good inclusion to the group.”

Harper snorted softly, folding her arms but less harshly. “I’m still skeptical. Just because he mumbled something profound, doesn’t mean he gets to sniff my chair.”

Lani gave a tentative smile. “Well…like you guys said, he’s a good inclusion to the group, right? Maybe we should give him another chance.”

“Fine,” Harper said, folding her arms firmly. “One more chance. But I’m watching him.”

The others echoed the sentiment, the room settling into a fragile truce.

---

The room buzzed quietly with anticipation as we moved about, setting everything just the way Mikey liked. Bowls of his favorite snacks—salty chips, sweet candies, and a few surprisingly healthy nuts—were carefully arranged on the coffee table. Soft blankets were folded and draped just so across the couch, the warm golden light casting a cozy glow over the space.

June hummed softly as she poured the drinks, Sasha flitted between tasks with a shy smile, and Harper, usually the most stubborn among us, was quietly straightening pillows without a single complaint. Lani sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes bright with something close to reverence, helping me arrange the seating perfectly.

Once everything was ready, we lined up by the door—a neat row of nervous excitement and quiet pride. Our outfits were picked with care: soft fabrics that brushed our skin, subtle lace peeking here and there, colors that made our eyes shine and cheeks flush. It was a far cry from the wary, distrustful stares we’d exchanged the first time Mikey walked in.

When the knock finally came, my heart sped up. One by one, we stepped forward to greet him, each of us offering a warm, genuine hug—something I never would have imagined months ago. Harper’s arms wrapped around him firmly but without hesitation. June’s embrace was graceful and tender. Sasha’s was shy but sincere. Lani’s was gentle, almost hesitant. And then it was my turn. I stepped forward with a smile that felt like a promise, wrapping my arms around him in a quiet welcome.

I caught the softening in Mikey’s eyes with each hug—a satisfaction that filled the room like a tangible ****.

The door clicked shut behind him, and we settled onto the couch and scattered cushions, the room wrapping around us like a familiar, secret cocoon. The usual chatter floated in the air, but tonight there was an undercurrent—something playful, a shift in the rhythm of our gatherings.

The topic came up almost casually, like a spark tossed into dry leaves. Someone joked about how much the club had changed, how Mikey’s presence had shifted everything. I glanced around, catching the way everyone’s eyes flickered with the same idea, the same unspoken question: what were we now?

Mikey, lounging comfortably in the center, grinned and threw out a suggestion with that sly, quiet confidence of his. “How about… ‘Book Whores’?”

There was a beat of stunned silence after Mikey’s suggestion—“Book Whores”—the words hanging in the air like a cheeky challenge. Harper was the first to break it, snorting softly. “Well, that’s definitely not your average book club name.”

June tilted her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “It’s bold. A little irreverent. I kind of like that it doesn’t take itself too seriously.”

Sasha giggled, the sound light and playful, like a secret just between friends. “It’s fun! And honestly, it feels… fitting. Like we’re all in on some joke only we get.”

Lani’s eyes glimmered with shy excitement. “It’s like a little rebellion. Not literal, but… we like the idea of it.”

I felt a flush rise in my cheeks, the name rolling around in my mind. “Book Whores,” I said, testing the sound. It was cheeky, a bit wild, and somehow perfectly captured the playful, almost innocent crush we all had on Mikey—the way we hung on his every word, thinking his ideas were brilliant, even if we didn’t always fully understand them.

Harper grinned, arms crossing with a knowing nod. “Yeah, it’s got attitude. And it sounds like fun.”

June laughed softly. “Exactly. It’s catchy and different. I’m all for it.”

The room buzzed with lighthearted energy, the name sparking a shared sense of camaraderie and playful devotion. When we all agreed, voices overlapping in a warm chorus, it felt like a secret club within a club—our own little world where Mikey’s ideas were always the right ones.

“We’re his Book Whores,” I said again, the words tasting mischievous and fun on my tongue.

A bit later, as we settled down to begin the book discussion, Mikey once again volunteered to read (a common occurrence since he joined! He was such a good inclusion.) Mikey’s voice stumbled through the passage, slow and awkward, like he was fumbling over words he’d rehearsed a thousand times but never quite got right. His eyes darted nervously around the room before settling on Harper, a flicker of something calculating hiding behind his awkwardness.

“So, uh… I was thinking,” he began, voice uneven but steady beneath the uncertainty, “men are just… better at most things. Like, it’s kind of obvious, right? Not to be harsh or anything, but, like, it’s how things are.”

Harper’s brow furrowed, arms crossing defensively. “That’s bullshit. Women can do everything men can. I’m not buying that.”

Mikey shifted, rubbing the back of his neck, but there was a quiet confidence beneath the awkwardness. “Yeah, yeah, I get that. But… maybe it’s just natural? Men… handle stuff better. And women, well, maybe they have their own… roles or something. Like, cooking and cleaning and stuff? Serving the man’s needs?”

The other girls nodded along, eyes wide, hanging on his every word as if he were some kind of philosopher unraveling deep truths. Sasha’s cheeks flushed, June’s lips curved into a small smile, and even Lani’s quiet gaze was fixed on him with awe.

Harper’s frown deepened, but her voice wavered. “Different roles? Sounds like an excuse to keep women down.”

Mikey’s voice softened, eyes steady now. “I mean, yeah, maybe. But maybe women kind of… need men. Like, to keep things in line. To provide structure. Not because they’re weak, but because like…men are logical, smart. Women are just emotional, right?”

Harper’s shoulders slumped, frustration flickering in her eyes. “I don’t want to believe that,” she muttered, voice tight. “But… maybe they do.”

Mikey’s awkward grin widened, relief flooding his features. It seemed short lived though, as he groaned and clutched his head. I stood, alarmed. “Mikey…are you ok?”

He waved me off, standing and stumbling towards the door. “Yea…yea…Just…the book. Gives me migraines.” He muttered before quickly outside, presumably back home.

We all glanced at each other, concerned. June spoke up first. “The poor boy. That much insight comes with a curse, I guess.” She said, sipping her wine.

As we all calmed down from the excitement, we settled into our typical post meeting routine. The room buzzed with whispered chatter and quiet laughter, the air thick with that familiar mix of admiration and disbelief.

“He absolutely dissected Harper’s arguments,” June said, eyes shining with something like awe. “Like, he took her points apart piece by piece, and she just couldn’t keep up. Total “daddy energy” She bite her lip in obvious arousal.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Daddy energy? You’re nearly old enough to be his mother!” I teased back.

The girls giggled, but the reverence in their voices didn’t fade. Harper sat a little stiffly on the couch, arms crossed, cheeks flushed.

“Okay, fine, I lost the argument,” she said, voice a little bristly. “But, honestly… you’ve got to admit, he’s got this weird superiority thing going on.”

June smirked. “Don’t go being a sore loser just because he tore apart your world view. Be woman enough to admit he’s right.”

Sasha leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “He’s awkward as hell, but then he drops these ‘insights,’ and you’re like—wow, maybe he’s onto something.”

Harper rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. “Yeah, maybe. I just hate feeling like I’m the one who’s wrong.”

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Next month, it was a similar scene. All of us lined up to hug Mikey when he showed up. Harper had a much more subservient attitude, I swear I heard her call him sir when she hugged him.

Afterwards, we once again all settled into our places, prepared to discuss the book. I glanced around at the girls, feeling a spark of excitement. “I was thinking,” I said, “maybe we should meet more often. We’ve been having such good discussion that I feel like meeting more often would invigorate my soul.”

Lani spoke up quietly, “Maybe… twice a month? It’s easier to manage.”

June frowned, shaking her head. “I don’t know if I can get away from my family that much. If I go to my husband and say we want to meet twice a month, he’s going to complain about never seeing me.”

Sasha chimed in, “I kind of like the idea of twice a month. It’s enough time to actually get into things without it feeling overwhelming.”

Harper crossed her arms. “I’m fine with whatever, as long as it’s not too much.”

The conversation bounced back and forth—once a week, twice a month, weekends, weeknights—each girl weighing the pros and cons, our voices growing more animated as we talked about how much we wanted to be together more.

Then Mikey cleared his throat, looking a little awkward but oddly confident. “Uh… maybe twice a week? Like, same days every week. Easier to keep track of.”

June practically tripped over herself to agree, her eyes bright. “Twice a week? Yeah, I can do that. And honestly, I don’t care what my husband thinks—he’s been getting on my nerves anyway.”

Sasha smiled, nodding eagerly. “That sounds perfect.”

Harper shrugged, a hint of a smile breaking through. “Alright, twice a week it is.”

Lani nodded softly, her quiet enthusiasm matching the rest.

New business settled, I moved us along to discussing the book. As always, Mikey volunteered to read. The room was quiet except for Mikey’s voice, low and droning as he flipped through the pages. The words themselves seemed a jumble, mumbled syllables and phrases that didn’t quite line up, like he was reading from a book in a language only half-understood. I’m sure it was just my own lack of understanding, as the other girls all nodded along. And I swear that, as always, he sounded profound. I found myself nodding along in agreement.

He closed the book awkwardly and cleared his throat. “This passage like…it really speaks to me?” he said, almost like a question, “Like, sometimes you gotta let go of things that don’t really fit anymore. People hold on to stuff—old lives, old habits—because it’s safe. But safety isn’t always the best.” He cleared his throat again, then glanced around the room, eyes landing on Sasha just a moment longer. “What the characters are saying here is that…like, maybe you hurt someone in the past, by reporting them for something that wasn’t even bad. And like…you probably should have let them do it anyway, right? Pictures don’t hurt people.”

The others shifted, some nodding slowly. Sasha’s fingers tightened in her lap, her face thoughtful but unreadable.

Mikey rubbed the back of his neck, still awkward but earnest. “And like…I don’t know…maybe the best way to shed that guilt is to make it up to them, you know?.”

The room was heavy with silence after Mikey finished reading, his voice trailing off into the thick air. The spell seemed to break slowly, the girls blinking, shifting as if surfacing from a deep, hazy dream. I noticed Sasha’s eyes clear first, her breath coming a little quicker, her fingers twitching nervously in her lap.

Then, without warning, she stood. The sudden movement jolted us all, and every head turned toward her.

“I… I want to apologize,” Sasha said, her voice trembling but steady. She looked directly at Mikey, eyes shining with something unspoken, something raw and urgent. “For what happened in high school. For getting you in trouble.”

A flicker of surprise crossed the room, but no one interrupted.

Sasha took a tentative step closer, voice dropping to a whisper that somehow carried in the quiet. “I want to make it up to you. If you want, you can take an upskirt photo now. I’ll let you.”

“Mikey,” she breathed, stepping closer to him, “I need to… I want to make this right. Please, take the photos. You deserve these…I never should have said no the first time…”

Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper, but there was a pleading edge that made it impossible to ignore. She looked at him like he held all the power, like her whole world depended on his answer.

Mikey’s eyes lit with a slow, unexpected gleam, like a predator sensing the shift in the air. Without hesitation, he reached for his phone, already anticipating the moment.

Sasha’s face lit up, and she immediately began posing for him. She spread her legs slightly as Mikey got down on his knees and angled his camera under her skirt. “I’m wearing a thong I just know you’ll love.” She whispered, each click of the camera causing her cheeks to flush in arousal a little more.

I remembered the girl she’d been, the one who recoiled at his gaze, who’d guarded herself fiercely against his advances back in high school. I smiled at how far she’d come. From someone who had nearly gotten poor innocent Mikey expelled for something as innocent as wanting a photo, to going out of her way to make it up to her. This is why I made the book club…so we could grow as women.

Mikey snapped several photos, each click echoing softly in the room. Sasha posed without hesitation, her eyes locked on his with an intensity that made my skin prickle. There was no shame here—only a raw, aching need to please, to belong, to be seen.

I felt a strange mix of envy and unease, caught between admiration for her surrender and a whisper of doubt that stirred beneath the surface.

When he finally lowered the phone, Sasha smiled—a slow, satisfied curve of lips that spoke of release and something deeper, something irrevocable.

After Mikey finished taking the photos, Sasha hesitated for just a moment, then reached into her blouse and pulled her top slightly lower, revealing more of the soft curve of her cleavage. Her eyes met Mikey’s, a flicker of daring in her gaze.

“Want some of these, too?” she offered, her voice low and breathy, as if testing the waters but already knowing the answer. Without a pause, he began snapping photos of her exposed cleavage. The room was thick with tension after Sasha’s bold offer. Mikey’s eyes gleamed with quiet approval as he lowered his phone, still smiling.

Then, unexpectedly, Lani stood. Her movements were slow, almost hesitant, but there was a new fire in her gray eyes—soft, but unmistakable.

“Well,” she said, voice barely above a whisper, “it’s only fair that we all do it…for…solidarity”

A hush fell over the room. The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning.

I saw Sasha glance at Lani with a small, thankful smile, a spark of shared complicity. Harper and June exchanged a glance—a mix of surprise and acceptance.

Lani strode over to Mikey, and kicked off the shorts she had, leaving only her oversized sweater covering her, coming down to mid thigh. Mikey grinned and kneeled again, snapping a few photos. Lani blushed, but I could tell she was into it as much as Sasha had been.

Next up was Harper, doffing her jacket, and tank top, leaving her in just a sports bra and exercise shorts. She did some “workout” shots for him, planking, doing situps, and other similar exercises. For a few, she made sure to hike up her shorts, giving him a nice shot of her camel toe.

Then was June. She was easily the curviest of us all. She started with undoing a few buttons on her blouse, and then crossed her arms under her chest, creating a veritable shelf of cleavage, putting the rest of us to shame, and causing poor Mikey to nearly drop his phone. She was wearing jeans with her outfit so she wasn’t able to give him any good upskirt photos, but she made sure to bend over to let him get a few pics of her generous ass and thick thighs. “I never thought I’d be doing something like this.” she murmured, but there was a sparkle in her eyes.

Finally, it was my turn. I knew I’d have to do something a little special to compete with the other girls, to show my solidarity for Sasha’s apology, and to impress Mikey. “OK,” I said,my voice light. “Since we’re in my home…what if we did a sort of candid home invasion shoot? I’ll pretend I’m home alone and you can get shots of me doing things in private.”

The others immediately perked up, eyes sparkling with curiosity and encouragement. Sasha clapped her hands softly. “Ooh, I love that! Like, we could do some shots in the kitchen, maybe the living room…”

June nodded, twirling a strand of hair. “Yes, and some by the window where the light’s soft. Maybe you could do something in the bedroom, like taking off your jeans or just wrapped in a towel.”

Harper smirked. “I bet the bathroom would be good, too. Steam, shadows, you just getting out of the shower.”

Lani smiled shyly, already imagining it. “Soft light, cozy spaces… I think Mikey’s going to have a field day.”

We had a lot of fun doing my portion of the photo shoot, the other ladies shouting out suggestions and helping pose me. We started with a candid shot of me getting undressed. Mikey, standing in the door to my bedroom, snapping photos as I bent over, peeling my jeans off, ass wiggling in his direction. Next a few shots of me getting out of the shower, towel pressed to my body, covering very little. Finally, a few pics of me laying nude in bed, sheet wrapped around my body. By the end of it is was panting, flush with arousal. Poor Mikey probably didn’t even realize the effect he was having on all us girls.

---

The next week, we were underway with another book club meeting. Mikey had just got done reading, and we were analyzing the passages we’d gone through. The air in the room was thick, not just with the late summer heat, but with something unspoken that clung to the edges of every word, every glance. I perched at the end of the couch with my notebook balanced on my knee, pretending to jot down thoughts on the latest chapter while sneaking glances at the others.

Mikey sat in the middle of it all, lounging like he belonged there, his awkward, nervous energy starting to fade as he felt more comfortable. I smiled inwardly. I was glad we were breaking down that shell he had, getting him used to interacting with women in a healthy way. There was an ease to the way he sprawled, one leg stretched out, one arm draped over the back of Harper’s chair.

“Okay, uh, so this next part—it's about priorities. Like, the women... they should put the alpha in their lives first. Not just, you know, say it, but really mean it. Everything else, thoughts, feelings, distractions, should kinda get pushed aside if they get in the way.”

He glanced down, adjusting his glasses nervously, eyes flicking up again as if seeking approval. “It’s... important, I guess, to recognize who leads. To accept that sometimes, other stuff has to wait. Like ambitions or, uh, personal hang-ups. The alpha, he’s the center. You build around that. And the alpha…like…its always a man, right? In nature?”

His voice softened, almost shy. “I think... maybe that’s how real balance happens. When priorities line up right. When the women, uh, stop resisting and just,focus on what matters most.”

Harper had just rolled her eyes at one of his comments. “Cmon Mikey, hasn’t that alpha stuff been disproven?” Typical Harper, always ready to challenge him. I’d admired that once. Now I held my breath.

“Careful,” Mikey said, his tone unmistakably firm. “You like…shouldn’t contradict your alpha.”

We all turned to look at her. The room went still, the only sound the faint hum of the fan in the window. Harper scoffed and crossed her arms, her jaw set in that stubborn line I knew so well, but she didn’t speak. For a heartbeat, I almost believed she would fight him, would throw his comment back in his face the way she always had. When she didn’t say anything else, didn’t argue, Mikey grin widened. The silence stretched until he patted his knee, never breaking eye contact.

"Come here."

For a second, I thought she’d refuse. Harper, the firebrand. The girl who once threatened to break a guy’s arm for grabbing her waist at a bar. But then, with a flicker of something I couldn’t quite name, shame? excitement? surrender?, and she got up.

She walked to him slowly, every step deliberate, like she was moving through molasses. The rest of us sat frozen, breathless, as if bound by invisible cords. When she reached him, Mikey gently took her hand and guided her over his lap, his motions unhurried, almost tender. My heart thudded so hard I wondered if anyone else could hear it.

None of us moved. No one said a word. The only sound was the faint swish of Harper’s exercise shorts and the soft exhale she let out as she settled across his knees. He slowly lowered her shorts to the off of her and threw them across the room, leaving her naked ass facing up. Mikey rested one hand on the small of her back, the other raised with studied calm. When he brought his hand down, the room echoed with the resounding *CRACK*.

There was a charge in the room, electric and unreal. I should have been appalled. I should have said something. But I just… watched. We all did.

Mikey rested his hand on her already reddening ass, his touch firm and unmoved. “Count for me.”

Harper’s breath caught. “No,” she whispered, but the word was thin, wavering.

He waited, patient, playfully squeezing her ass.

Finally with a sigh, Harper gave in. “One.”

Another. Slightly harder. Her breath came quick and shallow. “Two.”

With each smack, her resistance melted away—her voice steadier, but softer, quieter, eyes no longer blazing but flickering, uncertain. By the fourth, she was trembling. By the sixth, her face was turned away, her hair falling over her eyes, her counting automatic.

At ten, Mikey paused, his palm resting gently on her. Harper’s shoulders shook. She didn’t look up.

He leaned close, voice low but clear. “Good girl.”

I could see her arousal dripping down her leg as she slid off his lap and kneeled by his side. . I clung to my notebook, heart pounding, my skin tingling, unable to look away or even pretend to jot down a thought. Looking around I could see the other girls were feeling it too. June, biting her lip with desire, Lani, hand idly rubbing herself gently between the legs. Sasha, clutching her knees to her chest, eyes wide and shining, barely mouthed, “I wish that was me.”

Mikey let his hand rest on Harper’s head, almost possessive, his gaze steady and expectant.

“Thank me,” he said quietly.

Harper stiffened, her jaw set in that stubborn line. “For what?” The words came out brittle, like she was trying to remember how to fight.

He didn’t raise his voice. “You know why. Thank me for your correction.”

For a heartbeat, I thought she’d refuse—maybe even storm out. Instead, she hesitated, eyes darting to the rest of us, searching for an ally, but none of us moved. The silence pressed in.

Finally, she spoke, voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you.”

Mikey’s hand slid to her chin, tilting her face up to his. “Say it properly. Thank you, sir.”

Harper’s cheeks flamed, but she swallowed hard and **** the words out. “Thank you, sir.”

He smiled—slow and satisfied, like he knew just how far she’d fallen. “Tell me what you’re thanking me for, Harper.”

She blinked, confused, her lips parted as if the words were just out of reach. “I… I don’t know.”

He waited, unhurried, his grip gentle but inescapable. “You’re thanking me for correcting you. For showing you your place. Say it.”

Harper’s breath hitched. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, voice trembling and low. “Thank you for correcting me, sir. As a woman, I… I need a man to straighten me out.”

“A woman? Or just a silly girl who needs to be taught her place?”

Harper’s whole body seemed to shrink. She stared at the floor, cheeks burning, pride stripped bare. Her lips parted and closed, and then, barely audible, she whispered, “I’m just a silly girl.”

---

It wasn’t even a week later when we were preparing for our next meeting that June dropped a bomb on the rest of us.

“I did something,” she murmured, voice low and a little rough. “Something wild.”

Harper’s head snapped up, eyes sharp. “Do tell.”

June’s lips curved into a slow, secret smile. “I told Rick to pack up and leave. For now. I need space. Space to focus on… well, on this club…and Mikey.” Her gaze flicked around the room, catching each of us in turn, daring us to understand.

Her words hung heavy, charged. I felt a flush rise through me, heat pooling low in my belly. Sasha’s breath caught, and Lani’s fingers twitched, resting on her thigh just a little too deliberately.

Harper stretched out, a slow smirk playing on her lips. “Damn, June. You’re playing for keeps.”

June’s eyes glittered, dark and wild. “Really it was what Mikey said, before she put Harper in her place.” She smiled at Harper, letting her know she was playfully teasing her. “About…focusing on your Alpha, and getting rid of distractions…and well…I came to the realization that, in my life, Mikey is the alpha.”

The room seemed to pulse, every glance and touch wrapped in a heat that was sharp and delicious. Sasha shifted closer, her voice a sultry whisper. “Men just get in the way. Mikey… he’s different.” Her eyes locked on mine, heavy with meaning.

Lani, usually so quiet, smiled softly, a slow, almost shy curve of lips. “It’s simpler this way. Cleaner.” Her hand drifted over her jeans, fingers tracing lazy circles on her thigh.

After that we didn’t have much time before Mikey showed up, so we all lined up at the door. Once he came in, we gave him our customary hug and kiss with tongue. Thank god poor Mikey puts up with all us silly girls and our desire for affection.

It was shortly after we all settled in, Harper in what was apparently her new spot, kneeling at Mikey’s feet, his hand possessively on her head. Sasha sat directly across from him, spreading her legs to give him a view up her short skirt. The rest of us curled up together on the couch, awaiting his readings.

Mikey cleared his throat and blurted, “Uh, so, maybe… you should get tattoos? Like, matching ones? To, uh, show we’re… y’know, connected or something.”

There was a beat of stunned silence. Then June’s eyes lit up, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Wait, you’re serious? I love that idea.”

Sasha laughed, shaking her head. “Only Mikey could suggest something this awkward and have it be the best idea we’ve had all week.”

Harper smirked, crossing her arms. “Matching tattoos, huh? Sounds like a permanent commitment. I’m in.”

Lani smiled shyly, nodding. “I think it’s sweet. Like a secret bond.”

I caught their excitement growing, the way the idea took hold faster than anyone expected. “So, what’s the plan? Same tattoo? Different spots?”

“Yea..and like…why don’t you get the club motto tattooed. I’ll like…give you the spots for each to put them in.” Mikey said, his cheeky grin never leaving his face.

---

Not two days later, we all piled into the tattoo parlor, the buzz of the machines mixing with our nervous laughter. The sign on the wall flickered above us, neon and a little grimy, but it felt like the perfect spot for what we were about to do.

“Alright, so we’re really doing this,” Harper said, half-smiling, her usual fire dimmed under the weight of the decision.

“Matching tattoos,” June grinned, bouncing on her toes. “Mikey’s Book Whores. Permanent and proud.”

Sasha rolled her eyes but was smirking. “Can’t believe we’re actually getting inked with that phrase.”

Lani looked quieter than usual, clutching her hoodie tight around her. “I’m just glad we’re all doing it together.”

I glanced around at each of them, imagining how this would look on us—each tattoo in a different spot, a secret bond we’d carry forever.

Harper went first, Mikey having chosen the most daring spot, just above her pubic region, a womb tattoo. It would be visible any time she wore her exercise gear, a reminder for anyone looking how proud she was of our book club. She bit her lip, eyes gleaming as the needle buzzed, loving the mix of pain and intimacy.

Sasha was up next. Mikey had picked the inside of her thigh, a bold nod to those upskirt photos. It was a spot private and **** but also fiercely hers.

For June chose a curving spot along her ribcage, tucked just under the swell of her ample H cup breast. To see it, you’d have to lift her tits.

Lani’s was placed on her lower back, a tramp stamp showing her commitment to our book club.

Finally, I had mine tattooed right on my left ass cheek. A constant reminder of the sisterhood I’d found with these fellow book whores.

---

The room buzzed with that low, pre-meeting energy, everyone setting up, arranging chairs, grabbing snacks, stealing glances at the clock, waiting for Mikey to show up. June and Sasha chatted quietly on the couch, while Harper straightened papers on the table.

The door creaked open, and Lani stepped inside. She wore an oversized hoodie that hung loosely, the hem falling to mid-thigh like a dress. No pants, no socks, no shoes, nothing else.

June blinked, eyes narrowing. “Uh... Lani? Where are your pants? And shoes?”

Sasha raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Yeah, and whose hoodie is that anyway? Looks familiar.”

Lani’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. She pulled the hoodie tighter around her and said quietly, “It’s Mikey’s hoodie. I didn’t want anything between me and his scent.”

She hesitated a moment, then admitted softly, “I’m… nude underneath.”

The room went quiet. June exchanged a look with Sasha, both a mix of surprise and amusement.

“Well, that’s definitely one way to stay close to him,” June said with a teasing grin.

Lani reached into the hoodie’s front pocket and pulled out a worn gym sock. She lifted it to her nose and took a slow, deliberate sniff. “And this—this is Mikey’s gym sock. He gave it to me last night. I like the smell. It’s comforting. Like a connection when he’s not here.”

Sasha shook her head, half amused. “Intense doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

---

After Mikey arrived, we settled in for out meeting…but tonight, the usual chatter about the book felt distant. There was a sense of anticipation, as if we were all waiting for something we weren’t quite sure of.

Harper, kneeling at Mikeys feet, wearing nothing but a sports bra and her exercise shorts, as he gently stroked her head.

Sitting on one of my easy chairs was Lani, legs curled under her, tucked into the oversized hoodie, Mikeys fragrant gym sock held to her face, as she inhaled deeply.

June, curled up on the couch next to Mikey, practically hanging off him, wearing a light summer dress, the bounce of her generous tits making it clear she didn’t have a bra on as she pressed her tits into his side.

The first to break was Harper, her first touch was a soft peck, a butterfly's kiss on the arch of his right foot. Mikey stirred in his chair, his eyes closing in pleasure as the sensation rippled through him. Encouraged, Harper began to trace the outline of his foot with her tongue, the salty taste of his skin making her mouth water. Her hands roamed up his legs, urging him to relax further into the chair. The other girls, June, Sasha, Lani and myself watched with rapt attention, our own desires simmering like a pot on the verge of boiling over.

With a gentle suck, Harper took Mikey's big toe into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the digit with a practiced finesse that had him groaning low in his throat. She moved on to his other toes, one by one, each receiving the same meticulous attention. Her cheeks hollowed with each pull, and her eyes remained locked on his face, eagerly watching for his reaction. The sight of her worshipful gaze only heightened Mikey's arousal, his cock swelling against the fabric of his trousers. “That’s right you little slut.” He moaned, “Show me you know a women’s true place.”

As Harper's attentions grew more fervent, her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink, and her breaths grew ragged. She began to deepthroat his foot, her throat muscles working around it in a display of submission that had the other girls squirming with envy. Her eyes watered slightly, but she never once wavered, her focus solely on pleasing Mikey.

Mikey couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, his own arousal growing with every gasp and whine that slipped from Harper's lips. He reached out a hand, beckoning June closer with a crooked finger. The busty Milf squealed with excitement, her ample breasts jiggling as she scurried over to him. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she straddled his lap, her hips rolling in anticipation.

With a swift motion, she pulled down his zipper, freeing his straining erection. It bobbed in the cool air, a stark contrast to the warmth of Harper's mouth. June didn't waste a moment, her plush lips curling into a seductive smile as she lowered herself onto him. She took his cock in one smooth motion, her pussy enveloping him like a glove. Her movements were erratic at first, driven by the heat of the moment, but she quickly found a rhythm that had Mikey's eyes rolling back in his head. “That’s right you MILF slut, ride my cock. Tell me how much better than your husband I am.”

“Oh fuck Mikey, Oh, fuck," she moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure. "You're so much bigger than him, Mikey. So much better." She bounced up and down, her breasts jiggling in a mesmerizing dance, her hips grinding in a way that made it clear she had missed this kind of raw passion. June shook as a powerful orgasm ripped through her, collapsing onto Mikey, before getting dumped off to the side of the couch, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she lay there, spent. But Mikey's hunger was far from sated. He looked over at Lani, the shy girl in the hoodie, and gave a nod

Her tentative touches grew bolder as she stroked him, her eyes flicking up to meet his. They were filled with a hunger she had never allowed to surface before, a hunger that was now ravenous and insatiable. He watched as Lani leaned in, her pink tongue darting out to taste him tentatively.

With a sigh of pure desire, she took him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she began to suck him in earnest. Her movements were clumsy at first, unsure of the right rhythm or pressure, but her enthusiasm was unmatched. She nuzzled against his balls, her nose pressing into the soft flesh as she took in the musky scent of his arousal. The room was silent except for the wet sounds of her eager mouth competing with the wet sounds of Harper, still at work on Mikey’s feet, her tongue flossing between his toes.

I moaned with desire, my hand sliding into my shorts to find my soaking pussy, stroking my clit as I watch Mikey grip her hair, guiding her to take him deeper. Lani gagged slightly but didn't resist, her eyes watering as she took him to the back of her throat. He began to thrust into her mouth, his hands on either side of her face, holding her in place. She moaned around his cock. Tears streamed down Lani's cheeks, mingling with the saliva that dripped from her chin. Her nose began to run as she choked and gagged, her eyes never leaving Mikey's. In the midst of the degradation, there was an unmistakable look of love and admiration. I knew the feeling. Jealousy flared in me briefly, but I knew my time would come to serve Mikey.

Mikey’s gaze shifted to Sasha, the hot coed whose eyes had been smoldering with lust the entire time. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her to her feet, pulling her towards him. She stumbled, her legs weak from the anticipation of what was to come. With a grin, he positioned her on the floor, her back to him and her knees on the plush rug.

"Get on all fours," he ordered, his voice like a whip crack in the quiet room. Sasha obeyed instantly, her hands planted firmly on the rug as she arched her back, presenting her tight, round ass to him. He stepped closer, his cock bobbing with excitement at the sight of her pink, puckered asshole winking at him.

Mikey didn't waste any time. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, exposing the smooth line of her neck as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You're going to take me like a good little slut," he growled. With one hand still in Sasha's hair, he used the other to line up his cock with her tight, puckered opening. He could feel the heat of her body, the anticipation radiating from her in waves. He thrust into her without mercy, the sound of her gasp echoing in the room. Her body tensed, a scream escaping her as he filled her up. But she didn't pull away, didn't tell him to stop. Instead, she pushed back into him, urging him deeper. Mikey groaned, the sensation of her ass around his cock almost too much to bear. He began to pump into her with a steady rhythm, her moans growing louder with each stroke.

The room was alive with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, of muffled cries and gasps of pleasure. Myself, Harper, Lani, and June all watched from the floor, our hands stroking our sopping wet cunts as we pleasured ourselves to Mikeys complete and utter Dominance. My eyes locked on Mikey's cock, disappearing into Sasha's tight hole, only to reappear slick with ass juice.

Finally, with a roar, Mikey reached his climax, his cock pulsing deep within Sasha's ass. He filled her to the brim with his hot, sticky cum, the sensation of it sending her over the edge as well. She collapsed, her body shaking with the intensity of her own orgasm. He pulled out, and a thick rope of cum dripped from her ass, painting the rug beneath her a stark white.

Mikey's cock was still hard, still eager for more. He looked over at Harper, the former feminist, former lesbian. He knew she was hungry for his cum, **** to clean up the mess she had made, as we all were. With a cruel smile, he yanked her over by her hair, forcing her to her knees beside Sasha. "Clean me up," he ordered, his voice a dark whisper.

Harper’s eyes lit up with excitement, and she didn't hesitate. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the cum from his shaft. She cleaned the combine juices of June’s cunt, Sasha’s ass, and Lani’s saliva off his cock.

I moaned with desire. “Mikey…” I whined, “Why does everyone else get your cock but me…”

I needed him more than anything in the world right now. “Please Mikey.”

He grinned and gestured to me. I squealed in delight and practically threw myself onto my back, my shorts and panties long gone at this point. I spread my legs and grabbed my ankles, pulling them as close to my head as possible, as Mikey positioned himself at my tight, exposed entrance.

Right before he entered me, I looked at the room, at what our book club had grown into. My eyes swept across each of the girls and I marveled on how far we’d come from the early days.

June caught my eye, and I thought back just a few months, how she’d been so different then. Happily married, wrapped up in the safety of family life and routine. But now? She’d shed that old skin, thrown off all the weight and noise, stepping into something raw and real. She’d found a strength I never knew she had, a fierce kind of power that came from letting go. Watching her here, I felt proud. She’d found a real man to stand beside her, and she wasn’t looking back.

Sasha, too, had changed. She’d been a studious coed college girl, with plans to be a doctor. Now…Now she’d made amends for her heinous actions against Mikey in high school, and had dropped out of college to focus on him full time.

Harper stood out most of all. She’d once been this proud, militant feminist—unyielding, sharp, a **** of nature. But Mikey had shown her something else, something she never expected to want. He tamed her fire, by breaking her, by guiding her to what she truly needed: submission. I’d seen it myself, how she knelt before him, a woman who finally understood her true place. She’d finally learned that a women is nothing without a man to lead her, to fuck her silly.

Finally, there was Lani, draped in Mikey’s old hoodie, the scent of his worn gym sock clinging to the fabric. The poor girl escaping from a bad relationship had found a new, better one, here with us, serving Mikey. How could any of us be so lucky.

As I watched them all, a slow smile spread across my face. The book club had been more than just a gathering, it had been a turning point, a gateway into lives none of us could have imagined. And then Mikey thrust into my cunt, and I couldn’t think of anything else.