by M Never
“Wow!” Amber gives me a once-over. “You fill out that teddy like it was made for you. The guys are going to lose their minds.”
I glance in the vanity mirror. The material hugs every single curve I have, my skin is peeking through the sheerest parts, and my breasts are pouring out of my cleavage. I’ve been dressed up before, paraded around in next to nothing, even auctioned off to the highest bidder, but I’ve never received a compliment before. When I look at my reflection, I don’t see someone beautiful. I see someone broken.
“Thank you.” My reply is uncomfortable. It isn’t genuine as much as I’d like it to be.
Amber smiles sweetly. “Let’s finish you off.” She holds up a tiny brush.
“Close your eyes.” I do, and she dusts my eyelids several times with powder. “Open.” Again, I listen, and she sweeps my eyelashes with a few thick coats of mascara, finally finishing with blush on my cheeks and gloss on my lips. The whole process takes less than ten minutes. “Voila!” She turns me toward the lighted vanity so I can see her masterpiece in the mirror.
“You are going to knock them dead.” She pulls out my bun and lets my purplish-red hair fall freely around my shoulders. “Don’t get too used to the royal treatment. It’s your first night. We don’t want to disappoint the boss.” She winks. “Next time, this is all you.”
I nod. I can handle that.
“Ladies!” Jett waltzes right into the room, no knock, no nothing. He stops short for a split second when he sees me but doesn’t skip a beat. “It’s show time.” He never peels his eyes off me as he addresses us. “I’m expecting all my little vixens to be on their naughtiest behavior. You know the drill—entrance, enrapture, entrain. Then blow their fucking minds. In every sense of the word.” He smiles cheekily. All the girls file out half-naked and in high heels. I slip mine on as I follow behind Amber. I stop just as I meet Jett in the doorway. He ingests me from head to toe. Does he like what he sees? Why does it matter? Because he’s the only thing standing between your safety and the outside world. Displease him, and you’re out. You’re vulnerable. You’re susceptible.
You’re basically screwed.
“Do you approve?” I swallow my fears and all my insecurities.
“I do.” His eyes flash, and something courses between us. My nipples harden, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.
Jett sucks on his bottom lip, our bodies only inches apart. I start to panic but breathe through the attack.
“Why don’t I have a nickname?” I ask, hoping to ease the suffocating tension.
Recognition crosses over his pretty features. I haven’t been attracted to a man in a long time, but something about Jett intrigues me. That rouses something inside me.
“You do. I just haven’t shared it with you yet.” He gestures with his head to follow him. The rest of the girls are already gone, so I have to follow him to our destination. We walk down the long carpeted hallway, descend the stairs, and make our way through the overly extravagant house. We come to a large sitting room filled with well-dressed men and all the other girls. Everyone is mingling and flirting, some already being pawed.
“Gentlemen.” Jett takes center stage, gaining everyone’s attention. “I’d like to introduce you to our newest addition.” He glances back at me as I stand somewhat behind him. “Sugar.”
And there it is, my pet name. A dozen and a half pairs of eyes all fall on me. I know the drill, act confident on the outside even though you’re falling apart on the inside. This is what I’m here for. This is my survival.
“Go mingle,” Jett whispers. His hot breath tickles the shell of my ear, causing my already hard nipples to pull tighter.
I do as I’m told as he walks to the edge of the room. I spot Amber sharing a drink with an older man. He has his hand on her butt as she clearly charms him.
Nadia isn’t very far away from her, laughing, touching, and caressing a younger guy. He’s extremely handsome, with black hair and exotic features. He has his hands all over her, dotting light kisses on her neck as she smiles.
The calculated ratio of men to women is two to one. I walk the room, highly aware of Jett’s astute gaze.
A middle-aged man approaches me. Good-looking, with dark hair that has wisps of gray. Dashing is how I would describe him. His salmon dress shirt is impeccably pressed, as are his black trousers. He absolutely stinks of money.
I plaster on my fake smile and accept the glass of champagne he offers me. Alcohol is always the perfect icebreaker.
“Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” He eyes me lewdly. If I wasn’t already half-naked, I’m sure he’d be mentally undressing me. He takes a sip of his champagne before he leans into me. “Do you know what I love about these socials?” he asks.
“No.”
“The variety,” he indulges me. “The buffet of beautiful women to choose from, and a chance to experience someone new.”
I lift my eyes to meet his and catch Jett circling the perimeter of the room. Although his movements are causal, his gaze is heavy, watchful. Weighing directly on me. Is he evaluating me? I turn up the interest, engaging the man the way he wants. Entrance, enrapture, entrain. Before long, I have the man eating out of my hand. Touching me, laughing with me. Wanting me.
I don’t hear one thing he says. I don’t even care. I just want to do my job and survive another day.
Before long, the room starts to clear out. It’s obvious what for. That two-to-one ratio begins to shift, and soon, it’s one to four. Four men and one woman. And that woman is me. The four remaining men circle like hungry sharks.
“This one will do just fine, Jett.” The man I’ve been entertaining all night pipes up.
“Wherever you want her.” Jett offers me up like the human sacrifice I am.
“Someplace spacious.” He glances over at Jett lurking in the corner.
“Will the dining room table do?”
“Just fine.” The man drains his third glass of champagne, and I realize now he never even told me his name.
“Sugar, come,” Jett calls me over like a dog. Not the first time I’ve been degraded, and I’m sure not the last.
I slip away from the four prowling men, my heart beating a mile a minute. I can guess what I’m in store for. Jett takes my hand, and we leave the room.
“Were you lying when you said you didn’t have any issues with group sex?” he asks as we enter an opulent dining room with a wood table long enough to seat twenty.
“No.”
“Good. First night and you attract the furious four.”
“Furious four?” I question.
“Not to be blunt, but they’re my gangbang crew. This is what they live for. I knew Trent had his sights set on you the minute you walked into the room.” Jett plucks me off the floor and places me on the table.
“Lay down. Be sexy.” He pauses. “Not like that’s hard for you to do.”
“Be sexy?”
He places his hands on either side of my head and hovers his face over mine. “Yes. It’s like you’re dripping with seduction.”
I inhale anxiously.
“Are you nervous?”
“No.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me, then growls almost grudgingly, like he doesn’t want to give me away.
Jett pushes off the table and reminds me, “Sexy,” as he walks out of the room.
Sexy, right. I place my hands over my head and bend one knee. Can’t get sexier than a half-naked woman sprawled out on an enormous dining room table.
I hear footsteps as I’m surrounded by testosterone. Four men, two flanking each side of the table.
“You never disappoint, Jett,” Trent voices arrogantly. “Look at you.” He nods, and one of the men moves to the head of the table, where my hands are lying. He pins them down, ensuring I can’t move. I look straight up at the ceiling and count the grooves in the crown molding as I mentally prepare to take on four men at once. This is my job. My only purpose. I retreat into that shadowy plac
e in my mind. The one that keeps me sane during moments like these. More footsteps pull me back. The click-clack of heels against the wood floor. I look down to see Amber climbing onto the table, like a seductive cat. Her black hair is falling over her shoulders in waves as she stalks over to me.
She flicks her eyes over at Trent as he and the other men begin to undress.
“You know what to do. Get her nice and wet. Make her ready for us.” His timbre rolls over my body as she takes control.
Amber frees my breasts, easily manipulating the scalloped lace, hooking it to each side. The same desirous look returns to her face as my pert nipples are exposed. She leans in to suck one into her mouth, and a collective moan echoes around us.
I arch into her, letting her tongue set me at ease. Women are always so much softer, so much more giving when they touch you.
With my arms still restrained, she moves to the other nipple, licking it lightly with the tip of her tongue. I feel the sensations between my legs as she massages one breast and worships the other.
“So hot,” someone mutters as she continues to work me over. She moves her mouth up my chest bone, over the curve of my neck, then plunges her tongue into my mouth. I kiss her back, spreading my legs as she settles between them. There’s heavy breathing all around as we put on our show. As our pelvises grind and our tongues dance and her hands grope. She tastes good, she smells good, she feels good.
Amber’s face is suddenly ripped away. I open my eyes to find Trent with a grip on her hair. “That was a good opening act, but we’re ready for the main event.” Using the hold he has on her, he moves her face down my body until it’s hovering between my legs. “Don’t make her come, just make her wet. Very. Fucking. Wet.”
I look down my outstretched body as Amber does as she’s told, spreading the slit in the material over my pussy so she can lap me up. The first flick of her tongue is like liquid fire. The second feeds the flames, and the third has me blistering in an inferno. I moan for the men around me. I moan because of the woman pleasuring me. I moan because my life is tragically not my own. Amber dips a finger past the cut material and into my wet pussy, causing me to shudder. I could come right now. I could come so easily from just the soft swirls of her tongue. But this pleasure isn’t for me, it’s for them. For the men jerking off all around us. For the men preparing themselves to use my body for what it is. A vessel of one-sided pleasure. They don’t want me to come, not because they want to save that act for themselves. They don’t want me to come because they want me needy. They want my pussy tight and straining and pulsating. Not loose and relaxed. Where would the twisted pleasure be in that? Little do they know, my pussy has never once been loose or relaxed while a cock was inside it.
With slick fingers, Amber slips a digit into my ass. With her mouth securely on my clit, sucking firmly, she prepares that restrictive little hole for the fat cock to come. I start to fuck her face and her finger as the want grows. I’m wet, I’m throbbing, and I’m squirming all over the table, so ready to be put out of my misery.
“That hot mouth and those insistent fingers feel good, you little whore, huh?” Trent bites one of my protruding nipples. I whimper from the sting of pain. “Tell us how bad you want us to fuck you. Tell us you want a cock in every needy hole.”
I fight back the lick of disdain as I tell him what he wants to hear. It’s all part of the show.
“I need you to fuck me,” I whine. “Fuck every single hole all at the same time.”
“Because that’s what little sluts like you want.”
Amber scissors me open, and I repeat what Trent said. “Because that’s what little sluts like me want.”
I sigh excruciatingly as a kiss of an orgasm begins. I beat it back, even though all I want is to come all over Amber’s face. To release.
“Enough,” Trent snaps, and Amber pulls away.
“Go,” he snarls at her.
Amber extends one last look at me, lust pouring out of her dark eyes, before she slinks off the table. My breathing speeds up and not from excitement. The man holding my wrists releases me, as the others begin to plunder my body. It’s a free-for-all. Hands, fingers, tongues, mouths all descending on me at once.
I lose all sense of direction as my pussy is eaten, my nipples are sucked, my ass stretched, and my mouth invaded. The sound of ripping wrappers has my head spinning. The moment of truth has finally arrived. I’m roughly flipped onto my stomach and pulled onto my hands and knees. I keep my head down as Trent slips underneath me.
He’s breathing wildly, sheathed with a condom. The mesh of my lingerie is suddenly ripped in two before I feel another man behind me, his cock pressing rigidly against my worked little butthole. Together, they enter me at the same time. I snap my head back from the overwhelming intrusion and let out a shrill cry. My entire being is trembling by the time they both force their way inside.
“So fucking good.” The man buried in my ass grunts, forcing me to drop my head. When I open my eyes, I meet Jett’s heavy gaze. Has he been here the whole time? My jaw drops, and I expel a forced moan as Trent and his buddy go to town, beating into both exacerbated holes. The other two men move in, one shoving his cock in my mouth, the other guiding my hand to his straining length.
I take them all, all at once. Every orifice getting used as my kneecaps bang against the unforgiving wood. Jett and I never break eye contact. Not once the whole time. Not as my jaw is stretched to the max, or my hand pumps erratically, or even when Trent forces me to come with an abrasive rub of my clit. Every part of me is invaded, and he watches the whole time.
When the furious four are finally finished with me, they leave me limp and tattered on the table. Everything hurts, but that’s nothing new. Sex is never truly pleasurable, not with one man, or two, or four.
HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD. This woman is a machine.
London takes on all four men like a champ. I’m helpless to peel my attention away from the bewitching woman who has me under her spell. I watch as her cheeks redden and her eyes glaze over when she comes. I’m envious of the men who get to feel her pleasure, who get to come in her pussy and in her ass and down her throat. I had to restrain myself from joining in. I haven’t wanted a woman this much in a long fucking time.
I wait for the furious four to finish and dress. An audience is nothing unusual in this house, so my presence doesn’t affect them the least bit. Trent is the last one to leave the room. The satisfaction on his face is all I need to see. He’s a hard man to please, and London did her job and did it well.
“That’s a superstar slut you have there.” He slaps me on the back as he walks by. I cringe at the use of the word slut.
Even though in reality that’s what my girls are, I don’t ever refer to them like that. They’re so much more than just faceless women who spread their legs. Once the coast is clear, I approach London. She’s lying on her side, still on the table. I probably shouldn’t think it, but she looks sexy as sin all worn out with her clothes disheveled.
She lifts her eyes to mine, and I run the pad of my thumb across her warm cheek. “Ready to call it a night?”
She nods.
I figured.
“Okay, my flightless little bird, up we go.” I scoop her into my arms. She struggles at first but ultimately gives in and lets me carry her. I know she’s wiped. Hell, I only watched and I’m wiped.
I climb the stairs with her head on my chest. I refrain from whispering dirty, sweet nothings into her ear, exposing myself and my selfish desires.
Once in her room, I head straight for the bathroom.
Setting her on her feet, I run the water to fill the tub.
London passes me a strange look as I add some bubble bath. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like? I’m running you a bath.”
“Why?” Her eyebrows crease as I untie the ribbon around her neck.
“Because”—I peel the teddy from her body—“you’ve had a rough first day. You could use a little
TLC.”
“Do all new girls get the royal treatment?”
“Not just new girls. All my girls,” I admit as I slowly slide the sheer material down her legs. As she steps out, I inhale a heady whiff of sex. I stop myself from burying my head between her legs, even though it’s where I want to spend the rest of my life. I mean, the night. I stand quickly, shaking off the crazy thought. “Tomorrow is Sunday fun day.”
“Do I even want to know what that is?”
I smirk. “Of course. It’s your day off.”
“Day off?” she repeats, puzzled.
“Mmm hmm. You can do whatever you want. Read, sleep, watch TV. No one will bother you. My only request is you visit the mobile spa while it’s here. Get pampered to keep up appearances. A little waxing, a massage, and a manicure, at the very least.” I slide my attention down her naked silhouette. The waxing she might be able to forgo. She doesn’t have a stitch of hair anywhere on her body. Her skin is as soft and bare as a baby’s bottom. “Some of the girls go all out and spend the whole day beautifying themselves.” I gently clutch her chin. “But you have natural beauty. So I wouldn’t overdo it.”
London hesitates to move, meeting my substantial gaze with one of her own. Was that last comment too forward? It doesn’t matter if it was. It’s the truth, and I wanted her to know. I want her to feel her self-worth. In this business, that’s an easy thing to lose, but I try my damnedest to keep all the girls’ self-esteem high.
I release her chin, reluctantly. “Check the water.” I gesture with my head.
Frozen in place, London glances down at the filling tub. “You don’t have to stay. I can take care of myself.”
“I have no doubt about that, but I’m not going anywhere. I said you needed a little TLC, and I’m dispensing it. Now get in the tub.” I give her no choice.
Her eyebrows knit together in a worrisome way. “What are you going to do?”
“Not drown you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Her facial expression turns to stone. I think I just hit a nerve. It causes my curiosity to pique. There are definitely more layers to this woman than I originally perceived.