by Madison Faye
“You know what you need to do tonight, right?” Diego asked, after swallowing a bite of his burger. I gazed back at him and nodded, plastering a smile on my face.
“Yeah. Dance. Make the guys happy. Bring back the money,” I replied, chomping on fries, one after another.
“You got it, babe. You do this right, I see you making good money someday. The Bloods will love it. I’ll make more cash, you’ll make more cash. We’ll be in good, you and me. I’m going to take care of you, babe,” he continued, and I shivered nervously.
“I can do this,” I said out loud, more to myself than to Diego.
“That’s right, Dani. Bring in the big bucks for us,” he replied. He squeezed my hand with his and I cocked my head to the side, grinning back at him.
Inside, my stomach was churning. I’d had sex before, so I wasn’t naïve, but I was still nervous. Then, a little glimmer of adrenaline started kicking in and I held onto it with an iron fist. I was going to have sex tonight, but with a perfect stranger. I took a deep breath. Just a way to make money, I told myself. A way for me and Diego to get ahead. That’s all it was. It meant nothing. When I was done, I’d come back to our bed and he’d watch over me.
He was depending on me. I had to perform.
Shortly after, we finished dinner and left the restaurant. When we hopped into the car, he handed me a small baggie with a single pill.
“Take this like fifteen minutes before these guys arrive. It’ll make you feel good, but make sure to drink some water. Kay?” he said.
“These guys? Meaning more than one?” I squeaked.
“Yeah. They agreed to pay good money for you, so you gotta make them happy. They even rented out the VIP room in the club, so just you and them tonight. There’s a pole in there and everything,” he responded.
Fuck. I was going to have sex with more than one man tonight.
“How many?” I asked.
“Three.”
Chapter Two
Jayce
God. I was ready for a good time tonight. My buddies and I were finally getting together tonight to celebrate. We were Marines, finally back in the states after finishing our last deployment over in the Middle East. Me, Alex, and Seth, together for what seemed for like forever. We’d joined the Marines at eighteen and been stationed to the same unit together ever since.
Over twenty years of service and now we were retiring from the military with full benefits. Fucking amazing, if I do say so myself.
Now we were ready to cut loose, to have fun as normal civilians for once now that we didn’t have a strict schedule. I’d even begun growing my beard out, although it was still pretty short. I hadn’t given up on my exercise regime though. I’d always believed in a strong body, strong mind mentality. Seth and Alex thought the same way.
So, it was Saturday night and for the first time ever, the three of us had laid down the cash for an escort, to dance, serve us drinks and show us a general good time. It had been ridiculously expensive, but the three of us had saved up a lot of money over the years, because we’d always been on active duty, and none of us had ever been married or had any kids, so it just sat in our savings accounts, accruing interest for when we finally dipped into it.
God, I couldn’t wait for a beer. And for some good fucking whiskey.
Maybe later, we’d even bring our escort to the bar and have her be our wingman. I bet that would work fantastic. Who knows. The three of us were going to party for the first time, no rules, no fellow soldiers. Just us and the civilians of Los Angeles.
I wanted to watch a girl dance just for us. Smack her ass a little and enjoy a drink with my boys at the same time.
I’d been saving a bottle of Johnnie Walker just for this.
I drove up to the small club, parking in back. It wasn’t in the best neighborhood, but I could handle myself. Standing at six foot, three inches, two hundred and fifty pounds of hard-earned Marine muscle, very few people messed with me. I liked it that way.
I walked up to the back door where this scrawny Latino kid, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two was waiting for me.
“You Diego?” I asked.
“Yeah. You Jayce?” he replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. His eyes looked back and forth, making me instantly suspicious. Behind me, I heard two other cars drive up and glanced toward the sound. Alex and Seth, right on time as usual.
Punctuality had been something ingrained in the three of us for a long time now.
I heard car doors shut and the sounds of their footsteps approaching. I kept my eyes on this Diego kid the whole time. They walked up behind me, flanking me on either side.
Diego looked nervous. Good.
He led us inside, into a room in the back with its own private stage, plush red velvet-lined couches all around it and the guys and I sat down to wait.
“Your escort will be along shortly. Why don’t you let one of the bartenders make you guys a drink?” he said, clearly trying to act brave. The kid had a long way to go, that much was clear.
“Nahh, we got it,” I replied.
“Fuck, nice place,” Seth murmured beside me.
“Just make sure she wears something sexy,” Alex added. “I want to see her little ass jiggle when I slap it.”
I chuckled in response. I wanted to do the same thing. It had been so long since I’d had a woman pushed down over my knees, her bare ass waiting for me. My cock hardened just thinking about it. When I’d initially gotten in contact with Diego to arrange this whole thing, I’d made sure to add one little requirement.
Must be willing to get her ass spanked a few times.
I took a deep breath and sat down on one of the couches, placing the bottle of whiskey I was carrying on a nearby table. Diego left and brought back a few glasses for us.
“See that a keg is brought in for us too,” I said, and he nodded. I sipped my whiskey and a short while later, Diego returned with one.
“Good beer, right?” I asked.
“Damn right. The best we sell,” he answered with a grin. “Your girl will arrive in five minutes,” he added.
I leaned back, smirking at my boys when Diego finally left.
“Slimy little fucker, huh?” I murmured, and they laughed.
“Yeah, but what do you expect? We wanted an escort who was willing to break the rules a little bit. Let us smack her ass without calling security, you know?” Seth replied.
Alex grinned, making his way over to the DJ booth. He powered everything on and connected via the Bluetooth on his phone and began playing some music. Low-key stuff, vocal trance dance music, began to emerge from the speakers all around us. He lowered the lights, setting a more romantic type of scene, and eventually joined me and Seth again.
In the corner of the room, there was a little bit of movement. The curtain shimmied back and forth and then a female figure walked out onto the stage, her long brown wavy hair hiding her face.
She came down the long walkway, her face still hidden, but my eyes immediately devoured her delicious feminine body. Toned thighs led to smooth, curvy hips, taut belly, and breasts big enough to fill each one of my hands. Pale, lightly tanned skin. Young and supple, likely soft as a feather pillow. Fucking perfect.
She was wearing this raunchy little outfit. Silver glitter booty shorts with a blue halter top. I couldn’t wait to see her take it off later.
We wanted to see everything. That’s what we’d paid for anyhow.
My dick had been hard since the moment she’d walked in. My balls tightened, and I remembered just how long it had been since I’d fucked a woman. Fucking forever. I knew Seth and Alex were likely thinking the same thing.
God, she was fucking fine.
Then she lifted her head, her innocent blue eyes catching mine.
Shit.
She didn’t look a day over eighteen.
I watched as her eyes widened in shock, taking in the sheer size of myself and my two comrades. She looked more nervous by the second.
She wrung h
er hands in front of her stomach and bit her lip, and at once, I knew something was wrong. She didn’t belong here. She wasn’t an escort. A normal working woman would have been thrilled to see the three of us instead of some fat CEO, would have at least put on a brave seductive face once she’d walked into the club, but not this girl. It was obvious that she had never done this before.
Tentatively, I watched as she curled her fingers around the pole at the center of the stage and slowly whirled around it. I watched as her chest rose and fell nervously, before she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, obviously gathering what bravery she had for what was to come.
Fuck. I should have never trusted that Diego asshole. I’d be lucky if I wasn’t thrown in jail for even being in the same room as her.
“Stop,” I roared, and she froze. “Who the fuck are you?”
My men and I rose to our feet and she shrank back, pressing her spine to the pole for support. Fucking hell.
Chapter Three
Dani
I tried not to show how much the three men were bothering me. They’d seemed angry when they’d seen my face, and the biggest one with the tattoos on his arms and beard on his chin was the most furious.
He was glaring at me with concern, pity, and anger. I didn’t know quite how to react. I curled my arms around my shoulders, biting my lip as they stormed toward the stage. The big one leaned onto the stage, staring up at me, studying my face and my eyes. Slowly, his eyes softened, and he took a deep breath.
“What’s your name, girl? How’d you get here?” he asked then, his tone calmer this time.
“I’m Dani,” I responded quietly.
“How old are you?” he asked next.
“I’m twenty,” I said, looking away.
“Shit. She’s not even old enough to drink,” one of them said.
“How’d you get here, Dani? You’re not an escort, are you?” he asked then.
“Fuck. What is this, an interrogation? Don’t you just want to sit back and watch me dance?” I replied gruffly, quickly becoming annoyed with his line of questioning.
They were clearly military men. Clean. Extremely buff. Short buzzed hair that had just begun to grow longer. They weren’t young either. Maybe late thirties, early forties. Men old enough to be my parents.
The biggest one, the guy that had taken it upon himself to ask me twenty questions, narrowed his eyes. I could see that his hair was dark but scattered with a little gray, giving him a distinguished salt and pepper look. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt with a pair of dark jeans, but they did nothing to hide the muscles underneath them. From what I could see of his arms, they were covered with tattoos, and they were flexing with what looked like anger. He had a dark tan that spoke of years under the sun. His beard wasn’t super long, but trimmed, framing his jaw in a fashion that made my thighs clench together. His jaw tightened and for the first time in a long while, I felt like a naughty little girl about to be punished. His brown eyes bore down on me, and at once I was caught up in them.
He sighed and then he began gently again.
“My name is Jayce,” he said softly then, while he offered me his hand. I didn’t take it. I didn’t trust him. “This is Seth here, to my right, and Alex, to my left.”
Seth was also pretty big, although much paler than Jayce. His hair was blond and he was clean shaven. His hair was light enough that I couldn’t see any gray, but he had a distinguished, experienced look to him that spoke to his age. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking back and forth from Jayce to me with concern, mostly for me. I could see the beginning of a tattoo emerging from beneath his t-shirt, but he didn’t have nearly as many as Jayce did.
Alex had brown hair and his skin tone was lighter than Jayce’s but darker than Seth’s. He was slightly lankier than the others, but not by much. He looked the most amused out of the three, smirking as he put his hands on his hips. His hair was still buzzed pretty short, but a clear five-o’clock shadow marked his chin.
“You’re not an escort, are you, Dani?” Jayce asked again, his voice firm, used to being obeyed. I wondered how these guys knew each other and if Jayce was their leader or something.
I bit my lip. I had to do this for Diego. I couldn’t let him down.
“Yes, I am. Why don’t you just sit down and let me do my job,” I spat back, using all the bravado I could muster.
Jayce’s eyes narrowed, and my tummy flipped somersaults inside of me.
“Is someone forcing you to do this?” he asked.
“Are you fucking serious?” I countered. “No one is making me do this. I want to make some extra cash and your gig popped up on my radar. Now can we forget all this happened and just start over? Can I dance for you now?”
After I finished speaking, all three men just stared at me, and I got the feeling in the pit of my stomach that I was in serious trouble. My legs trembled beneath me and as they studied me, I began to grow angry.
I just wanted a better life for myself, something more than Diego and I had now, and I wanted to be a reason for that. Diego was just helping us out by getting me this job. If I did well tonight, he’d get me more gigs, make us more money, and cinch himself a permanent spot with the Bloods. We’d have it made then.
“You’re lying to us,” Jayce replied.
“The fuck I am,” I replied.
“Christ, the mouth on this one,” Seth said, his expression a cloud of judgement. Alex murmured his agreement with a single quiet grunt.
“You shouldn’t be here. You’re young, you belong in school, going to college and exploring life. Traveling the world. You seem like a smart girl. You deserve better than this. Who’s making you take this kind of work? Tell us, and we’ll get you out of here. Get you to a safe place. You don’t have to sell yourself, sweetheart,” Jayce said, his voice betraying a deep-seated sense of pity and anger, not at me, but at whatever put me here.
He didn’t understand. None of them did.
I started to get angry myself. The nerve of these guys, to try to tell me what to do, to try to control my life when they hadn’t even known me for more than five minutes. Assholes. Always a man out there trying to control a woman. They knew nothing about me, not how I’d lived my life, or what I’d been through. Nothing.
“Where’s that asshole, Diego,” Jayce murmured. “I want a goddamn word with him right now.”
“Don’t you insult my boyfriend, you bastard,” I yelled furiously, gritting my teeth as I stared them down. Fuck this. I didn’t have to take this. Diego would have to arrange for a different group of men for next time. I wasn’t going to do anything these pricks wanted. For a split second, I saw a look of shock on their faces from what I said, but at that point, I’d already decided to take off. I ran off the stage and grabbed my coat and my purse from the dressing room, rushing out the back door to where Diego was waiting outside, guarding the back door from any potential people that might try to sneak in. He looked pissed to see me.
“What the fuck, Dani? What are you doing out here? They’ve paid for the night with you and they’ll be fucking ticked off at me that you ran off,” Diego roared, his fists clenching at his sides. His chin rose, and he seemed to grow bigger in size in that moment.
He’d yelled at me before, so I was used to it. I wasn’t afraid of him. I loved him, and I knew that this was how he expressed himself. What unnerved me was his right hand. It rose up in the air and before I knew it, it swung down and slapped me across the face.
“Stupid cunt. Don’t ruin this for me. Go back in there, spread your legs, and behave like a good little whore until every single one of them fucks you till they’re spent. Got it?” he growled.
My hand rose to my face and I stood there shocked. My cheek burned, and I didn’t know what to do. He’d never hit me before.
Someone came up behind me and grabbed me roughly, forcing me behind his massive form. I realized it was Jayce then and I grumbled with annoyance. How dare he come between my boyfriend and me?
“You raise a hand to Dani one more time and you’ll regret it, boy. You won’t be able to walk by the time we finish with you. No one hits a woman on our watch,” Jayce roared protectively, his hand clenching at my waist. Alex and Seth surrounded me, and Diego began to look nervous.
“She’s my girlfriend. I’ll do what I want with her. You have no right,” Diego growled back, and Jayce visibly tensed with anger right in front of me.
Jayce released me, leaving me in the hands of both Seth and Alex, who had both taken it upon themselves to circle their arms around my shoulders and my hips. It was suffocating. Diego and Jayce moved closer to one another and I saw Diego pull a gun out the back of his jeans, but in the blink of an eye, Jayce had swung his arm around and knocked his wrist, disarming him in the matter of a second.
Compared to Jayce, Diego looked so small. It was a losing battle.
“Fine. You can keep her. I don’t fucking care,” Diego yelled, before turning and racing to his old beater of a car. My whole world was silent as his wheels squealed out of the parking lot, leaving me alone with the three strangers.
Three strangers who had screwed everything up for me. I reached my hand into my purse after Seth and Alex released me, exchanging smug looks between themselves.
That’s when Jayce turned toward me with a lopsided grin.
“Well, you’re free from that asshole now. No need for a beautiful woman like you to have to stoop to the level of having her boyfriend pimp her out,” Jayce said, awfully proud of himself.
I was so mad. They’d ruined everything. I’d have to beg Diego to take me back, crawl on my knees naked for him just to look at me again. No doubt, if the Bloods heard of this, he’d never live it down. He’d be ruined, and it would all be my fault. My blood pulsed, and I curled my fingers around what I was digging around in my purse for.
My pepper spray bottle.
“Now Dani, you go on and live your life. Go to school and if I ever catch you around that sleaze ball again, you’ll regret it. I don’t ever want to see your gorgeous face going to waste in a place like this,” Jayce continued.
