Your Friends Can Play Too
I remember the first day of every job I've ever had since I was fifteen, and I've had many jobs. But none have felt so invigorating, sexy, and freeing as shaking my ass on stage for cash. I've never felt so much excitement, not even when I graduated from Yale with my ivy league education. Nor when I started what I thought was my dream career as a biomedical chemist and engineer. However, I soon learned that dream wasn't as spectacular as it sounded. If only I had foreseen the heartache and devastation that would happen when I'd accepted the job offer from Vodaxa Pharmaceuticals. In fact, I was just sold a pipe dream. But on stage at one of the hottest strip clubs in Miami, I become my most authentic self. Ever since I was a teen, I enjoyed being watched while I finger fucked myself until I was high on sexual ecstasy. I love the admiration of eyes on my naked flesh as my clitoris becomes engorged and my nipples grow hard as fuck. I loved the erotic freedom of stripping nude in front of a crowd with all eyes on me. There is nothing that gets me wetter than performing pole tricks on stage in all my naked glory. Plus, it didn't hurt that I would get paid in cash every night, which was perfect for someone not trying to leave a paper trail.
You see, I'm on the run.
In my past professional life, I discovered something important. No. Not just important. I discovered something revolutionary that could change life as we know it! But everything is a money game, and that's the politics of big pharma that I couldn't get behind. So, I took my discovery and ran like the wind. Yet, I'd only be lucky for so long until they caught up with me. I mean, the government has killed for less. I'm sure there are hired contract killers itching to take me out for a windfall of money. I didn't want to end up like Jeffery Epstein, so I had to be ghostly in my movements. I couldn't think about that now if I didn't want to break character. I seductively crawled across the stage in nothing but a hot pink G-string. At that moment, the only money I wanted to worry about was all the Benjamins the fellas in the front row were making rain on my naked body. I. Was. In. Fucking. Heaven. I scooped my money off the stage and put it in my money bag. I wobbled off stage as gracefully as possible in my Pleasers heels, making my way to the bar for some water to quench my thirst.
I heard the crackle, then the loudspeaker boom announcing, "Butterscotch, you're wanted in VIP Butterscotch. Please make your way to the VIP section upstairs." Oh. Shit. I am fucking Butterscotch. I nearly choked on my water, feeling my body flush with nerves. Today is my first night working at this strip club. Someone must've requested me because newbies don't get VIP privileges, and I hadn't established regular patrons. I felt daggers being stared into my back by the other strippers as I wobbled my way to the stairs. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I could hear my blood circulating throughout my body. I held my head high as I climbed the stairs to my possible demise. The old me ceased to exist the day I ran from Vodaxa. I had been careful. Could it be possible that they'd finally caught up with me?
I'm met at the top of the stairs by an extremely handsome security guard. He sends a chill down my spine with the dangerous bad boy vibes that he emanates. He's an Asian man with bleached blond hair standing a few inches taller than me with a broad lickable chest. I'm turned on by the tattoos peeking up from underneath the collar of his crisp button-down shirt. I would love to spend hours getting acquainted with his sexy body. His eyes lazily roam my body, darkening with desire as he drinks in my curvaceous frame. Your girl is naturally stacked like Amber Rose. I have curves for days and a snatched waist that'll make a Roman Catholic priest regret his celibacy promise.
"Butterscotch, VIP Room 3, the last door on the left, has requested you. And, just a heads up, it's the owner of the club, beautiful," the security guard informs me, removing the red rope to allow me access to the upstairs. I pat his muscular chest in thanks for the insight. But knowing I'll be doing a private dance for the club owner does nothing to calm my nerves. Hell! This could be a setup. As I step into the VIP Room, I push open the frosted glass door with no announcement. The room is bigger than I expected, with a black leather loveseat and two matching oversized armchairs on both sides. There's a black stage, silver stripper pole, and floor-to-ceiling mirrors on every wall. The room is dimly lit, but my breath catches in my throat when my eyes focus on three of the sexiest men I've ever seen in my life. I think my heart has stopped beating as we all stare at each other.
The three brooding, attractive men glare at me with cool and aloof expressions that give me no insight into their thoughts. I feel my chest heave up and down as I try to breathe in gulps of air to calm my erratic nerves. I jump slightly when I hear Wild Side by Normani and Cardi B begin to play in the room. As my eyes widen, I sneer at the men's smirks since I'm sure they can smell the fear wafting off my trembling body.
"Get on the stage and dance for us, Butterscotch," a deep voice booms from across the room. My eyes clash with big round dark espresso eyes shielded by a thick curly fringe of beautiful dark lashes. The man's beauty goes beyond those deep brown eyes. He has smooth, walnut brown skin and a sexy, nicely trimmed beard. He lounges back in one of the oversized leather armchairs, allowing me to peek at his immaculately dressed, muscular, tall frame. He's wearing a white button-down showing off his pectoral muscles tucked into tailored dark slacks. This man is a walking Versace advertisement. I feel lust course through my body as I make my way to the stage. I walk with a seductive sway of my hips to the pole, nibbling on my full bottom lip, and give my most tantalizing stare to the men watching me. My eyes hungrily roam over each man sending a sexual charge through the room, heightening the tension around us. Well, if these men want a show. I, Butterscotch, will give them a show they won't be able to forget. I stripper walk around the pole, launching myself into a wrist seat, spin swinging my body in a three-sixty move around the pole with my legs splayed wide to my audience, giving them a view of my pussy that my hot pink G-string barely covers. I squat at the bottom of the pole and body roll my way up, stripper swaying to the seductive beat of the music while discreetly untying my G-string. I twirl to face the pole, jutting my booty out while twerking as I discreetly untie the other side shimmying out of the dental floss undies exposing my glistening wet pussy to the men. They begin tossing money at me, motivating me to ramp up my wow factor by revealing my arsenal of pole tricks.
My mother would shit bricks if she knew my years of dance training paid off in my ability to pick up any pole trick thrown my way. My dance experience allowed me to keep men mesmerized while shoving dollar bills onto my scantily clad body. I climb to the top of the pole and slide down in a tabletop spin as I slide the halter top of my bra off my neck, exposing my full double D breasts to the men. I hear a slow intake of breath and muttered whistles giving me confidence as I drop it into a split at the bottom of the pole. I begin to bounce my ass while in the splits watching the three sets of eyes darken in sexual want as they fuck me with their eyes. I feel my clitoris throbbing with sexual need. My nipples begin to pebble as my skin becomes flushed with sexual desire. I crawl to the end of the stage, fanning my legs into a second position split in front of the men sliding myself back towards the pole. I begin to dry hump the ground feeling my core become soaked with desire with every naked dance move. I kneel on my knees, opening my legs wide as I rub my fingers through my aroused, wet, slick folds and circle my fingers around my hard nipples, making my way up to my mouth to taste my arousal.
The attractive black man that beckoned me to dance now stands at the end of the stage, making it rain money. I crawl to him and click my heels behind my head while lying on my back. His head swoops down as I place my legs back in the air, offering him the perfect position to rub his nose between my swollen pussy lips. Before I can comprehend what's happening, his tongue darts out, stroking the sensitive bud between my thighs. His large hand splays wide over my chest, cupping my right breast and flicking my nipple in a crazy rhythm that drives me wild. My body writhes underneath his skilled tongue and fingers as he eats the fuck out of my pussy and plays with my overly sensitive nipples. I grab his head with both of my hands to keep him in place when I feel myself on the cusp of exploding when he strokes the bundle of nerves in my hot wet core as he hums against my clitoris. In no time, I ignite on fire, making every muscle in my body tense. I swear my body levitates to another dimension as the man's crazy stupid head game rips an earth-shattering orgasm from my body.
My legs continue to shake as I sit up on the stage, pulling the man between my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling his head towards me to plunge my tongue into his mouth, getting drunk on pleasure and turned on again by the tangy sweet taste of my sexual release on his tongue.
"I’m opening a gentleman’s club in Ibiza. Join me on this trip. It can be an exotic vacation for you. Just one taste of that sweet, pretty pussy wasn’t enough for me, girl. Plus, you look like a young Vanessa Williams. I want to make all the men jealous when I walk around with a sexy as fuck woman on my arm,” the handsome man whispers breathily into my ear, tickling my neck. It would be crazy for me to go abroad with a stranger, but this would be an ideal escape to make my trail go cold for those in search of me. I ponder my thoughts, weighing the pros and cons of the situation in my head. I peer over his shoulder, and a brilliant idea comes to mind.
“Sure, I’d love to come, but on one condition,” I say with a broad seductive smile.
“Anything,” the man rasps, roaming his hands up and down my curves, coping a feel of every inch of my body.
“Only if your friends come because I want to play with them too,” I laugh, stroking my hand between us until I rub my palm over his hardening dick.
“Deal,” he whispers without hesitation, his eyes growing dark with fierce sexual need threatening to unravel his composure.
My hand violently shakes around my champagne glass as I mull over my decision for the millionth time about whether running off to Ibiza for a week with strange men is a good idea. The luxury town car Cliff, the owner of the chain of gentleman clubs hired to drop me off at the airport tarmac, pulls to a stop in front of a sleek private plane. I sit in the back of the town car, trying to slow my panicked breathing, scrunching up my short orange and white floral sundress and observing the three men I was going to be getting well acquainted with this week. The three men pile out of a Mercedes G-wagon, looking like my own personal heaven on earth.
Damn. These men were every woman’s sexual fantasy. They were walking panty droppers. A flirty smile, a sexy wink, hell, even a displeased glare would make any woman go insane. Shortly after I agreed to go to Ibiza that night at the strip club, the men all introduced themselves to me.
The dark and handsome club owner, Cliff Draymond, was the first to make his way up the stairs to the private jet. He is the tallest of the three men with a lean muscular build. His walnut brown skin glistens in the sunlight. Of course, even for an almost twelve-hour plane ride, he is dressed as if he’s leaving a GQ magazine shoot. He wears a black designer polo that showcases his muscular forearms, gray pinstripe slacks that hug his juicy ass, and black aviators that hide his gorgeous espresso brown eyes. I clenched my legs together, remembering his mouth bringing me to orgasm only a few nights ago.
Sweetheart, Reese Taylor is the next to make his way to the plane. Reese is dressed in dark jeans and a fitted white tee, which matches his laid-back, easy-going persona. I lick my lips, wanting to run my tongue over his tanned, muscular, tatted arms. Since he’d introduced himself to me that night, I’d had recurring fantasies of his muscular body thrusting me onto his manhood as my eyes locked with his beautiful piercing baby blue eyes while running my hands through his thick, wavy, rolled-out-bed brown locks. That white tee hugging his spectacular abs and those tight jeans-clad muscular thighs only make my panties drench with sexual want.
Last but not least, Mateo “Asshole” Jimenez makes his way begrudgingly to the plane. The man is swole as fuck and built like a tank. He is the most beautiful man; I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s so attractive it’s almost painful to look at him. He’s the strong, silent type. Mateo’s facial expressions are always a cool, aloof, beautiful mask that never gives his thoughts away, but his dark coal-colored eyes pierce right through me. He’s dressed in black basketball shorts and a muscle tank which makes my body flush with sexual heat because they do not leave anything to the imagination.
The driver has been standing by the door for a while, holding it open, waiting for me to get out of the car. I toss back my champagne; slowly getting out, I make my way to the private plane. I close my eyes and walk tall with false confidence as I reach the entrance. I flattened against the wall near the plane's door to listen intently to the angered, hushed voices.
“Why the fuck would you invite some strange slut on this trip? You could ruin fucking everything! Yes, she’s gorgeous with an unbelievable body fit for a wet dream, but this is stupid,” Mateo shouts angrily.
“I’m the fucking leader here. Don’t question my choices. I have plans for her,” Cliff snarls back in a clipped tone. Plans? What kind of plans for me? I feel the bile rise in my throat while my palms become sweaty. This was a bad fucking idea. As soon as I make a move to run off the plane, a beautiful young stewardess opens the dividing curtain with a soft smile on her lips. Fuck! The three men stare at me with their masks firmly back in place, making me question if my mind was playing tricks on me. Their body language does not suggest they were in a heated discussion mere seconds ago. Mateo narrows his eyes at me, knowing I was eavesdropping, Cliff gives me a nod of acknowledgment, and Reese gives me a beautiful soft smile holding his hand out to me. I let out a breath; smiling back at Reese, I walk to take his hand, and he leads me to a window seat on the luxurious private aircraft.
I lower myself in the buttery camel-colored leather jet seat. Wow! This is the most comfortable chair I’ve ever experienced in my life. Damn, a girl could get used to this kind of luxury. I gaze out the window until I feel three pairs of eyes burning a hole into the back of my head. I wait to give them eye contact until after the stewardess tells us to take seats and prepare for takeoff. Reese plops down beside me, making me shift my gaze to his smiling eyes filled with mischief. Cliff and Mateo have taken seats a few rows in front of us. Their heads are close together as they speak in hushed, angered tones. I guess I didn’t imagine the argument between them, after all.
Once we’re in the air, the pretty stewardess breaks the silence with a simple question, “Would you like some champagne?”
Before I can respond, Reese answers, “Yes, two glasses.” As the stewardess walks off to get us some bubbly, I can’t help but let my gaze take in the gorgeous man sitting beside me. Reese runs his tongue along the seam of his lips, making my breath quicken and strings of desire tug between my thighs. I’m hot for him. This flight will become absolutely unbearable if I don’t get just one taste of Reese’s gorgeous full mouth. Reese’s eyes wander over my cleavage, peeking out from beneath the sweetheart neckline of my flirty sundress. His eyes give me a slow once-over before returning to my panting lips. He takes his thumb and runs it over my lips in a slow, flirty motion causing my mouth to gape wider. I feel his hot breath on mine, causing me to gasp in surprise. I glance up, my gaze meeting his hooded eyes while he gently strokes my chin. He whispers a breath away from my mouth, “Have you ever joined the mile-high club?”
“No,” I squeak as my nipples begin to pebble and my heart beats erratically.
“Then, let me help me gain your exclusive membership to this spectacular club,” Reese responds, his lips devouring my mouth in a hard passionate kiss as his fingers play with the edges of my lace thong. His fingers playfully brush against my vulva as he deepens the kiss. His fingers tease the entrance of my wet pussy. My clitoris quivers achingly for his touch. Reese trails hot kisses around my jawline, making me shudder with pleasure when his tongue licks the shell of my ear. He causes me to convulse when his teeth graze my earlobe, nibbling it until a moan of ecstasy breaks from my lips. I whimper in disappointment when Reese removes his hand from between my thighs to lower the straps of my sundress to expose my breasts to him. He smiles with excitement when he notices I’m not wearing a bra. Too eager to take things slow, Reese impatiently pulls me onto his lap, dragging my hot wet pussy over the bulge in his jeans. He takes one of my rock-hard nipples into his mouth, sucking it until I feel the pang of sexual delight in my clitoris. Reese continues our dry humping by torturously dragging my aroused core over his swelling erection.
Unable to take his teasing any longer, I fumble between us to undo his pants. I yank his rock-hard, big thick dick free and then pull my lace thong to the side. I slowly begin to impale myself on his manhood, enjoying its fullness as it massages my hot horny pussy. We both let out a sigh of relief when my heat clamps around him, and I’m seated at the hilt. Reese buries his face into my breasts, taking his time worshiping each of my breasts as I grind up and down on his big thick dick. I throw my head back, moaning out loudly, not giving a fuck about who hears me. My focus is on the pleasure I need from Reese and enjoying the sex between us. The sex that I’ve been fantasizing about for days. Reese is a gentle lover. He gives me lots of eye contact, sweet kisses, and fucks me tenderly as he swirls his fingers around my clitoris. As I near my climax, I break eye contact with Reese peering over his shoulder to see a giant beautiful thick dick. Cliff is standing to the side of the seat, tugging at his dick with precum glistening at the tip. I’m so hot and so horny; my mouth waters at the sight of this beautiful man. I slide my hungry mouth around the head of his manhood, swirling my tongue around the tip while I bounce up and down on Reese’s dick. I deep throat Cliff’s dick until I feel my body convulse as my orgasm hits, clamping down on Reese’s dick until he screams out his own release.
“My turn,” Cliff hoarsely barks. Reese stands with my legs clamped around his waist, switching spots with Cliff. Cliff sits in the seat, and without warning, Reese thrusts me roughly down onto Cliff’s huge dick. My overly sensitive core doesn’t have a chance to accommodate Cliff’s size before Cliff bends me in half by the back of my neck and begins fucking me roughly in reverse cowgirl. I hold on to the arms of the chair in front of me while Cliff fucks me so hard and downright dirty. Each thrust of this man’s dick. Each tug on my loose curls that are wrapped tightly around his fist. Man, oh, man! Cliff fucks me so good. I feel another orgasm coming when Cliff pulls me flush against his chest, using one hand to pinch my nipples and the other to stroke my clitoris. I cum so hard that I see black dots and scream out incoherent sentences. He aggressively pumps his hips a few more times, stealing my breath as I feel him in my stomach before yelling out his own release.
While trying to catch my breath, I’m ripped off Cliff’s lap, coming face to face with Mateo. “Aww, Butterscotch, you wanted to save the best for last,” Mateo taunts, making me narrow my eyes. He pulls my sundress completely down my body leaving me standing in nothing but my awkwardly twisted panties. Dropping to his knees, Mateo rips the thin scrap of lace from my body and plants his face between my thighs, lapping up a mix of his friends and my release with his tongue. My legs begin to shake as he sucks on my clitoris and massages my G-spot with two fingers. I can barely hold myself up when he spins me around to face Cliff's vacated seat. Mateo bends me over, demanding, “Grasp the armrest and don’t fucking let go!” My needy core is so wet and wanting from anticipating his entrance into my hot and horny body. I grasp the armrest as he lifts my right leg wrapping it around his hip, entering me so hard that I don’t know how I don’t fly across the seat. Mateo is rough. He has a monster cock, and boy does he know how to use that equipment. He fucks me like he hates me. He’s demanding with his thrusts, violently bites me on my shoulders, leaving possessive marks, and slaps my ass until it stings. Mateo brings me to the edge of orgasm with his skilled fingers and talented dick. Then when we cum, we cum together so hard I see stars feeling as if he’s launched me into a new galaxy.
The last thing I hear before I pass the fuck out in sexual bliss is “who wants champagne” from the pretty stewardess.
I sit on the beautiful private beach outside of the villa. Ibiza is a gorgeous place. The beaches are white, the water is crystal blue, and the sunset, no matter where you are, will hold you captive by its beauty. I sit on my towel and stare happily at the beautiful purple and orange shades illuminating the sky as the sun sinks below the sparkling blue water of the ocean. This is one of the most beautifully tranquil sights I’ve ever witnessed, but it does nothing to ease the fear in my mind. I still harbor fear and paranoia from my past life. If the government wants to find me, they will have the resources to do so while being backed by big pharma that’s after my medical discovery. Even though I’ve had fun the past two days we’ve been here, the men taking me shopping, trying delicious foods, the extravagant parties, and the earth-shattering sex, Cliff’s words still haunt me. When we showed up, we were greeted by the sexy Asian man, the VIP security at the Miami strip club. Every time he’s around, my stomach sinks, and I’m left feeling like I’ve been doused with a bucket of ice water. What could Cliff possibly have planned for me? Why do I feel like this nameless Asian man is spying on me? I wrap my arms around my knees, trying to think of an exit strategy if one is needed, but I know that may be next to impossible since I’m staying at a secluded villa with these four strong men. Damn, whoever said desperation makes you do stupid things wasn’t lying.
Another possibility is that in my eagerness to escape the devil I knew, I traded them in for a devil I didn’t. So, now I can’t allow myself to let loose with these men since we aren’t on equal footing, and I’m at their mercy in this foreign country. At least I can enjoy the trip until I figure out my next move to keep alive while on the run. I’m startled as I’m picked up, flung over Reese’s shoulder, and thrown into the ocean. I sputter, gasping for air as my head breaks the water's surface. All three men circle me as I bob up and down in the ocean. Reese plants a slow hypnotic kiss on my lips, mesmerizing me; making me lean in for more of him. Cliff evokes a throaty moan from me as he sucks on my neck, untying my bikini top to stroke my nipples into tight erect, aroused buds. Mateo floats in the water, watching, flipping a switch inside me, making me more achingly aroused. I love being watched, and I wanted to give Mateo a show. Begrudgingly I break free from both men to swim back to the shore, knowing that it’ll be hard to put on a sexy performance in the water. I get to my beach towel with the men hot on my heels. I discard my bikini top and bottoms standing in front of the men in nothing but my birthday suit. Quickly, all three men kick off their swimwear.
I sink to my knees in front of Reese, making eye contact with him. I lick my lips, grabbing hold of his big erect dick. His eyes darken with passion as he follows the movement of my tongue. I begin pumping my hand in a slow circular motion up and down his dick while licking the tip. I put him in my mouth, taking him to the back of my throat while running my tongue around the ridges of his shaft. God, I love the taste of Reese’s man meat. Reese grasps the back of my head, and I let him set the pace as I pump my fist around Cliff’s massive erection. I can feel Mateo’s eyes on me filled with need making my wet pussy clench wanting one of these men’s balls deep inside of me, satisfying my every sexual desire. I gag and drool on Reese’s dick as he fervently pumps it into my mouth. I try to match his rhythm with my hand on Cliff’s dick until Cliff rips me away from Reese, holding me in midair as Reese gets on his knees.
Cliff lays me on my stomach, barking, “Get on all fours.” I obey Cliff, getting on my hands and knees, feeling a rush of pleasure when Reese slides his dick into my pussy from behind. As Reese begins to fuck me from behind, Cliff begins fucking my mouth, making me explode with desire. I am so turned on as both men claim my body. They move in tandem, coaxing my first orgasm from my body. Reese holds me up by my hips, so I don’t fall as he pistons his hips relentlessly while I work my tongue and mouth on Cliff’s manhood. Cliff kneads my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, whispering dirty words to me, making me clamp down on Reese with excitement as I uncontrollably climax a second time. This time Reese explodes with me, groaning out his moans of ecstasy. Reese pulls out and begins working my clitoris as I bring Cliff to orgasm, sucking him dry by hollowing out my cheeks to ensure I swallow all of his babies.
Cliff and Reese ruthlessly simultaneously play with my nipples and clitoris until my entire body shakes. Mateo moves behind me, inserting two fingers into my pussy; moving them in and out slowly, then speeding up the pace until I’m screeching with bliss, and my release squirts everywhere as I collapse into a panting heap on the beach towel.
“I can’t move. One of you assholes will have to carry me back,” I groan, my body still going off like a rocket as I clench and rub my thighs together while convulsing and writhing in delight as my orgasm works through my body. All three men erupt in laughter, watching me and gloating, knowing they always make me cum so hard that I lose my fucking mind.
As the days drag on when the men aren’t with me, they make me nervous. I’ve walked into too many rooms where they’ve fallen silent. Sometimes, I watch from afar as they have hushed secret meetings with the security guard from the club. Even though this trip is bringing my men and me closer, I have to hold them at arm’s length with them not trusting me and me not trusting them. My men. Shit! They’ve managed to wiggle their way into my heart uncontrollably. I’ve had more fun, excitement, and orgasms with these men than I’ve had in my life thus far. Cliff is constantly showering me with gifts and spoiling me in every way possible; Reese is super affectionate and always makes me die of laughter. Even asshole Mateo makes me feel safe, protected, and unique. I’m slowly but surely developing a bond with these three men I will miss when the week is over. But I’m trying to figure out their end game with me and what Cliff meant by his plans for me. They’ve given nothing away, which keeps me even more on edge.
Recently, the mysterious Asian security guard has been hovering around me more, watching my every move. His daunting actions cause paranoia to trickle into my every thought, making me anxious when I’m around him and the other men. Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the restroom, and he was hovering over me. Or were my eyes playing tricks on me? A few times, I’ve gone on outings with one of the men and come back to my belongings askew, but the only reason I’ve noticed it is because I’ve always been meticulous and handled my belongings with care. I’m even more so careful and protective of my belongings. Especially now that I’m hiding something that has me walking on a tightrope wavering unsteadily in the air between life or death, panic is constantly washing over me, and I’m devising a plan to hop a flight to Barcelona after the opening of the new gentlemen’s club. That way, the men won’t be too suspicious of my departure.
“Are you okay,” Cliff questions, concern filling his dark espresso-colored eyes. He brings my manicured fingers to his lips, placing a whisper of a kiss on my knuckles that shoots right to my core, making me wet with arousal. I nod, giving Cliff a small smile, and relax into the crook of Mateo’s arm as we sit on the second floor of Cliff’s new strip club, admiring the action happening downstairs. Since breakfast, when Cliff announced tonight would be the night his newest club opened, I’d been in turmoil. I’d already booked a car to come to pick me up in the wee hours of the morning from the villa and had booked my plane ticket. The only piece of my departure troubling me is getting the men wasted off their asses and back home so I can slip out without them none the wiser of my actions.
Cliff’s hand plays with the extremely short hem of my sparkly silver metallic mini dress that Cliff bought for me to be sultry arm candy for this event. He instructed me to wear nothing underneath, so my naked body aches with sexual desire with every move I make. Currently, I was wound so tight with sexual want that the A/C against my skin was causing my nipples to pebble. The dress had a cowl neckline showing off an ample amount of my cleavage, and the dress bares my back with the hemline hitting slightly below my butt cheeks. It leaves very little to the imagination, and my men like it that way.
“Our girl’s sweet pussy is already so wet for us,” Cliff exclaims with a smirk tugging the corner of his lips up as he slips a finger into me, coating my clitoris with my juices. I let out a little moan of pleasure as Mateo licked the side of my neck. These men know every erogenous zone on my body to tease to turn me into a writhing begging mess that is willing to do anything for an orgasm. Cliff begins inching the dress up my body until he slips it entirely off of me. I’m seated on a velvet couch naked while all three of my lovers are completely dressed, leaving me feeling exposed, vulnerable, and shockingly quivering with sexual anticipation. I’m pulled by the neck until my lips are crushed beneath Mateo’s in a hungry breath-stealing kiss. Not wanting to be the only one naked, I break away from the kiss peeling Mateo’s black fitted polo off his body. I lick my lips as I run my fingers over the muscular caramel planes of his stomach. My hands fly to the button of his pants, quickly undoing them, shoving my hands inside to tease his monster erection. He bats my hand away, lifting his hips and shimmying his pants down his thighs. He moves me from my seat on his lower abdomen, sliding me achingly slow down his erection until he bottoms out inside me. I squeeze my pelvic muscles, clenching hold of his gigantic manhood inside of me, loving the delicious full feeling he’s created. He lets out a tortured groan as he slowly rocks me back and forward on it.
“Our girl is so fucking eager to please. She’s so sexy. She loves our touch. I love these gorgeous tits and how wet your pussy gets,” Reese whispers, covering one of my erect nipples with his mouth, igniting a fire inside of me as I slowly rock back and forth on Mateo’s dick. Reese’s free hand splays open my pussy lips, and he rubs circles on my clitoris with the pad of his thumb. Reese makes me whimper in delight while Mateo grabs tightly on my hips, holding me in place. I hear the squirt of a liquid behind me, feeling a burning in my butthole that elicits a groan from my mouth. Cliff has placed two lubed fingers into my ass, slowly massaging me, loosening me up for his dick. I feel myself flush with desire, overly stimulated from the feel of Mateo’s monster cock rippling inside of my hot wet pussy, Reese’s torturous gifted fingers on my clitoris, and sexy mouth suckling my nipples, and Cliff’s touch in my ass. My eyes roll to the back of my head as Cliff pushes me further down onto Mateo’s chest, easing into my butthole slowly until he’s fully seated inside me. I’m so full of cock that I’m tethering on the edge of pleasure. My whole body feels engulfed in flames.
“Ready? Let’s move,” I hear Cliff beckon; Mateo reacts by matching Cliff’s rhythm, placing me on a seesaw of ecstasy as both men thrust in and out of my body. Reese pulls away from me, unzipping his trousers and thrusting his hard manhood down my throat. I’m being fucked in all three of my holes; the only thing I can think about as they make love to me is that I’m their girl, and they belong to me. These men fucking own me at this moment as they pump into all three of my needy wet holes; they fucking own me. Mind, body, and soul.
The only noise you can hear slightly over the music in the strip club is the slapping of our flesh, dirty words whispered in passion from my men and moans from me. They all thrust in sync until a mind-blowing orgasm hits me so hard I scream so loud I’m shocked the club walls don’t tumble around me. Reese's dick slips free of my mouth, his hot slippery cum hitting me on my lips as he paints my chest with his release. I clamp down on Mateo from how much being covered in Reese’s cum turns me on. Mateo grunts, thrusting into me harder until he shouts out his own release. I fall limply on Mateo’s chest, allowing Cliff to have his way with me, rocking me roughly into Mateo’s body as he pounds into my ass, letting out a growl pulling free of me and cuming all over my back.
I lay panting on Mateo’s chest, sexually satiated and a complete mess. Mateo runs his fingers through my unruly curls, asking, “Are you thoroughly fucked and satisfied, baby?”
“Oh yeah, I’m your dirty girl, and I love it,” I respond breathlessly.
A sharp slap stings my ass, and I hear Reese state, “You’re our dirty girl. You only get dirty for us. We own your orgasms.”
Our girl. That one phrase warms my chest and breaks my heart all in one breath. My heart becomes heavy, knowing this great moment and connection won’t be able to last forever.
I’m a girl on the run and just a fantasy for these three men.
I frantically pack my bags as quietly as possible after slipping out of Reese’s room. I had a little over twenty minutes to climb out of my window, hop in the hire car, and disappear before the sunrise. I can hear my heart beating in my ears as I run into the bathroom to pack up my toiletries off of the bathroom counter. I threw my last skincare product spinning around, running smack dab into a solid chest of muscle. With a loud thud, I land sprawled on the bathroom floor, staring face-to-face with the sexy, broody Asian security guard. For the first time since meeting this bad boy, he gave me a broad smile causing a chill to roll down my spine.
“Well, if it isn’t little Miss Robin Hood. You were slippery to find, but not impossible,” he loudly whispers, grabbing me by my hair; dragging me into the middle of the bedroom. My head bursts into excruciating pain as a couple of the strands of my hair being ripped from my scalp as I’m tugged across the floor. Shit! I should’ve listened to my gut while sipping champagne on the airport tarmac.
“I prefer Carmen San Diego. You know, a hot female robbing the rich blind and giving to the poor, but I’m just trying to be a decent human being making a cure for cancer accessible to all. Big pharma and the government shouldn’t make millions on saving lives allowing those who can’t afford it to die,” I grit out, kicking the man in his face and causing him to stumble back. I try to crawl to the window as I grab onto the windowsill, but before jumping to safety, I feel a burst of pain and see stars. I feel blood seeping from my forehead from where he slammed my head into the window.
He drags me back to him by my legs, knocking off a lamp in the process. I grab a shard of the shattered lamp and thrash my body from side to side. I begin screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping one of the men will rescue me. I hope and wish they are oblivious to my true identity and haven’t sick this “supposed” security guard on me. The mysterious man grabs me by the throat, cutting off my breath as I struggle against him. I stab him as hard as I can and drag the lamp shard down his forearm, struggling to get out of his grasp, but his grip tightens around my throat. I begin seeing black dots and hear whispers of multiple voices telling me to “calm down” and “everything will be okay” as I lose consciousness. I slide into a depressing dark abyss losing all hope in life.
I stare out the window of Cliff’s office, dazed and confused. It’s been two weeks since I’ve been on this funny farm. I wear fluffy white slippers, gray sweats, and a white tank. I’m confused about why I’m here, especially since all my days continually run together.
“Violet,” Cliff says, using my first name for the first time I remember. My eyes drift to the attractive Black man sitting in a white coat behind a large oak desk. My head throbs with confusion as I read the name of his badge, Cliff D., MD Psychiatrist. The Cliff I know isn’t a psychiatrist but a gentleman’s club owner. He begins to speak, “You’ve been here for two months, and it seems like you’re still experiencing episodes, even though I’ve tried to adjust your medication to help with your schizophrenia.”
Schizophrenia?
“Tell us what’s been happening these past few weeks,” I hear a familiar deep voice ask. I look to the side of Cliff and see Reese. Reese looks sexy as ever in a sleek black suit. He has a name badge, as well. His name badge reads Reese T., Psychotherapist. I sit, twiddling my thumbs in total shock, not knowing how to answer the question. My head is throbbing, and I begin panting with fear trying to process everything these past few weeks.
So, I decided to start from the beginning of the story. I began talking about my work with Vodaxa Pharmaceuticals; while working as a biomedical chemist and engineer, I discovered a cure for cancer. I become animated when discussing being on the run and working as a stripper in one of Cliff’s Miami strip clubs. I talk about our fantastic trip to Ibiza, trying to get them to remember how close we’d become and how amazing the trip had been before I was captured. Both men look at me, listening intently, their facial expressions not giving anything away. I let out an annoyed huff crossing my arms across my chest, feeling exasperated and deflated.
“We’re going to bring your husband into this room at this time,” Reese says lightly; I see Mateo dressed in white scrubs open the door and the mysterious, sexy Asian man, my attacker, walks into the room. He’s gorgeous. He has bleached blonde hair, tattoos, and a muscular frame. I’m taken over with fear but hit with confusion as I see the sadness behind his eyes. My heart beat picks up when I notice a long nasty scar on his forearm. He sits beside me, reaching for my hand and then snatching his hand back when I recoil from his touch. He lets out a heavy breath, resting his elbow on his knees and rubbing his temples in exhaustion.
“Welcome, Mr. Kenji Hashimoto,” Reese says. I go still hearing his name for the first time. “Mrs. Hashimoto experienced a psychiatric break and doesn’t seem to be getting better.” Laughter unstoppably bubbles from my throat because this is absolutely ridiculous.
“I don’t have a husband,” I shout, looking heartbrokenly around the room at two of the three men I’ve been falling hard for these past weeks.
“But you do, damnit,” Kenji shouts irritatedly, slamming his fist on the coffee table in front of us, causing my heart rate to pick up and me to jump. “We’ve been married for over two years. You were my CPA and would begrudgingly come to my strip club’s office monthly and hate it. You lost your mind after—“, Kenji yells at me until Reese cuts him off.
“We need to take her slowly, or else we may undo any progress-,” Reese reminds Kenji angrily.
“Fuck the progress. I’m paying all this damn money, and she’s still not doing better,” Kenji yells, grabbing me by my shoulders, and turning my attention to him. “Like I was saying, you lost your mind after you lost our baby. You weren’t ever a stripper or an engineer. You didn’t find a cure for shit—our baby. S-S-S-She died from cancer. There was nothing you or I could do to save her, Violet! Baby, come back to me,” Kenji pleads exasperated, shaking me hard like he could shake sense into me.
“B-B-But I’m in love with Reese, Cliff, and Mateo,” I loudly whisper, trying to blink back tears.
Kenji laughs at me, amused, stating, “You think you’re in love with your therapist, psychiatrist, and some god damn orderly?”
My mind spins with memories of Kenji but also memories of Ibiza and my experience with those three men.
What is reality? Am I married to Kenji suffering from schizophrenia episodes?
Or are they all government agents trying to trap me in this psychiatric ward after gaslighting me and taking my discovery to make big money?
I just needed to play along until I could decipher the truth of the situation.
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