You check out the club after classes

The school day was as ordinary as ever, and it was over before you knew it.

For a few moments, you just sat in your desk, staring off into space. Your mind wandered back to your conversation with Sayori before school. Just what was her club really about, to need a cover story? She seemed to think it would interest you, but she could be overly enthusiastic.

She wouldn't be part of a club about doing **** or something, right?

Curiosity drove you to begin moving. You headed out of the classroom, and found Sayori just walking up in the hallway.

"Hey, Player!"

"Hey, Sayori. You don't need to yell." You rolled your eyes.

She giggled. "Sorry, I'm just so excited. You're going to come join my club, right?"

You sighed. "I'm willing to come take a look, you got me too curious not to. I didn't agree to join it."

Sayori led the way to the clubroom. You were a bit surprised where she led you. Instead of being a central classroom like most clubs were held in, Sayori had led you into a barely used hallway tucked away at the back of the school.

Full of energy as always, Sayori swung open the club room door. "Everyone! I brought a new member~!"

"Don't call me a new member. ... Eh?" You looked around the classroom, taking in the rest of the club.

A tall girl with purple hair and a large chest approached, looking you up and down warily. "Welcome to the-" She hesitated just a moment, glancing at Sayori. "-literature club. It's a pleasure to meet you. ... Sayori must trust you a lot to bring you here."

"Umm... Nice to meet you too?" You glanced at Sayori for an explanation of the trust comment, but Sayori was just smiling without a care in the world.

"Seriously? You brought a boy?" A short pink haired girl walked up, glaring between you and Sayori. "Way to kill the atmosphere."

The last member of the club walked up as well, a girl with long brown hair and a white bow. You recognized her as Monika, who you'd had some classes with. "Ah, Player! What a nice surprise! Welcome to the club!" She glanced at the pink haired girl. "Natsuki, we talked about this before. I know you won't be entirely comfortable with it, but me and Sayori both would enjoy having a... more mixed club. You don't have to interact with him in the activities if you don't want to."

The pink haired girl, Natsuki apparently, just huffed and looked away.

Sayori leaned over and whispered into your ear "You can just ignore her when she gets moody~" Then she turned back towards the other girls. "Anyway! This is Natsuki, always full of energy. And this is Yuri, the smartest in the club!" She gestured at the purple haired girl, who blushed and looked away, fidgeting with her hair.

"D-Don't say things like that..."

"Ah... Well, it's nice to meet both of you." You said with a nod to each of them.

"And it sounds like you already know Monika, is that right?" Sayori asked.

Monika answered for you. "That's right. It's great to see you again, Player." She smiled sweetly at you.

You did know each other - well, you'd rarely talked, but you were in the same class last year. Monika was probably the most popular girl in class - smart, beautiful, athletic.

Basically, completely out of your league.

"Y-You too, Monika."

"Come sit down, Player!" Sayori waved you over. "We made room for you at the table, so you can sit next to me or Monika." The 'table' she had mentioned was made of six desks pushed together in a rectangle. The four girls all sat down and you moved over to join them.

Still feeling awkward, you took a seat next to Sayori.

"So, um..." You thought about how to ask this. "Sayori avoided the question earlier. What is it that you actually do in this club?"

Monika giggled, lifting a hand to cover her mouth. "Oh my. You brought him in completely blind, Sayori?"

"Yep!" Sayori giggled along with Monika. You were starting to feel like you were swimming with a couple of sharks. A couple of giggly sharks. "I just told him it wasn't really literature and that he needed to keep it secret."

Monika turned to face you. "Sayori is correct that we'll need you to keep this a secret, and I'm counting on you not to betray her trust by telling anyone." You nodded and she continued. "We're actually a BDSM club."

"... What?"

"We engage in a variety of activities related to bondage, domination, and similar fetishes." Monika glanced around the group. "How about we each explain our own fetishes and preferences? That should help Player understand."

"Ooh, ooh! I'll go first!" Sayori eagerly volunteered, and you stared at her. "I'm into being tied up! The feeling of ropes wrapped all around me, knowing that I don't have to worry about making any decisions... It's amazing!"

You could barely process what you'd just heard your childhood friend say. This had to be an elaborate prank. She couldn't actually be into kinky stuff, right?

Monika nodded. "I'm usually the one who ties Sayori up in the club, but my main interest is exhibitionism, or hiding some form of sexual activity while I am in public, such as wearing a vibrator during classes." With her own explanation done, she looked to the other two club members, neither of whom looked in a hurry to share.

After a few moments, Natsuki spoke up. "I get off on hitting people. Spanking, whips, paddles, they're all good." She crossed her arms and glared at you. "So don't go trying anything, because I know how to make you hurt."

"What?" Sayori said. "Player wouldn't do anything mean! Don't threaten him!"

Monika looked to Yuri. "And you, Yuri?"

The purple haired girl froze, looking like a deer in the headlights as she was suddenly the focus of attention. "I- I um... I obtain sexual gratification from focused pain, such as sharp impacts, intense heat, or- or other stimuli which cause pain."

Natsuki rolled her eyes. "She means she's into being hit or burned."

Monika nodded. "A masochist in other words." She turned her full attention back to you. "So, now that we've all told you about our... interests, why don't you tell us yours? Whatever it is, we won't judge you for it."

"Um... I uh..." You fumbled for words, more than a little flustered by the situation.