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Storming past the man, she made her way through the double doors. A hard mix of loud music and perfume nearly sent her flying backward out of the club. The burst of adrenaline came from the fact she hated being denied things. It made her a beast on the basketball court and in the classroom. Top of her game was the baseline for her. A’s weren’t the goal, they were the expected outcome, and failure was for those who weren’t her.
One time the stubborn streak had sent her down a bad alleyway in Atlanta when she’d been so sure she knew the quickest way back to the car. She’d been confronted by men twice her size talking about what they’d do to her and how. If it hadn’t been for the innocence of youth, they never would have caught her. She’d heard about people saying to keep your hair down because a ponytail could be used for leverage, but she’d never even considered it until the night it happened. It was the last time she let her hair grow long and the last time that man ever tried to touch a woman without her permission. Bree learned in a split second she had no flight in her. She’d snapped, fear outweighing common sense and having her switch to fight mode.
The crash would come soon, she knew it. Until then, she was the shit-talking, badass lesbian stomping through the club to kick Ice’s ass. He could have told that guy he was busy. Fifty bucks said if he’d pointed at her and said they were fucking, he could have voted by proxy. These men were simple, run by pussy and power.
Women were on three different stages getting pawed and ogled by men as others wandered around to find their next trick. A bar at the far end was filling up trays with drinks as women in lingerie maneuvered in heels that nearly broke Bree’s ankle just by looking at them. While men, both leather clad and not, were gathered around the stage or at tables around the place, Ice wasn’t casting stones for yea or nay on the next road expansion or tax hike. Unless there was a conference room hidden away, the man wasn’t performing his managerial duties.
She scanned the area. A beaded fringe hung over a doorway leading down a hallway. A woman led a man that way as if on an invisible leash. With no other places marked beyond the bathroom, she took a chance.
Pushing the beads to the side, she found a thick curtain two steps beyond and also moved it to the side. The sound of low moans were muffled as she walked with trepidation along the corridor with a dozen rooms. A man stood, arms in front of him, on post at the end of the hallway. While he watched her, he didn’t engage.
Meeting, her ass. Ice wasn’t casting a vote. Each room had a drawn velvet curtain instead of a door. Were these champagne rooms? Obviously they’d missed the rules if they were. A gust of air traveled up the hallway, making the curtains flutter for a moment before settling back down. The sound of metal on metal made her turn when a curtain was pulled open and a woman stepped out.
Her hair, a set of tightly twisted box braids wrapping around what had to be a fall, was silken and long and hung to her mid back. With a swish to her hip, she smirked at Bree and brought a finger to the corner of her lip as if to clear an imperfection or smeared lipstick. Neither existed. Her makeup had to be industrial and underwater photoshoot strength. Did it require a chisel to come off, or did she wait the two weeks for her skin to regenerate?
When the man stepped out from the room, Bree wished she’d kept her face straight ahead. She knew him, or knew of him. She’d seen him around the plant, and both of them turned on their heels to move away. No acknowledgement needed. Neither had been there, and that was going to be their story.
Halfway down the hall, one of the curtains hadn’t been pulled fully shut. A sliver was more than enough for her to see the acrobatics taking place inside the room, her sensibilities on overload as she brought her hand to her throat at the vision of the man who’d paid for two women. One was on her knees on the wraparound cushioned bench, her mouth moving up and down on his dick as his outstretched arm allowed his fingers to slide in and out of her. She was tiny, probably not even five foot, making it possible for him to pleasure her as she did him. At the same time, a second woman had one knee bent by the top of the bench, her pussy covering his face as her hips rocked to add to the sensation.
The man, clad in leather, with an eerily similar T-shirt to Ice’s, had her transfixed. Was this the vote? Part of her wanted to storm in and demand answers. The other part of her couldn’t believe the man’s ability to satisfy both women at the same time. That was supposed to be a lie made up by men, quickly turning into girl-on-girl action. Telling herself the moans from the women were fake didn’t stop the pooling of heat building inside her.
Bree thought sex scenes in a movie got hot. The few porns she’d happened upon from falling asleep and the channel switching toAfter Darkhad nothing on this. She pressed her hand on the edge of the door, being drawn into the mix of moans as parts of her body warmed. Her flesh already overly sensitive from the rush of adrenaline after getting past the front guard, the simple act of her hand resting at her throat—because there were no pearls to clutch—had her clit buzzing.
She watched, convinced the man had to be Ice as the heavy ringed hand tightened on the thigh of the woman riding his face, then slipped underneath the barely there skirt she wore to cup her ass. Would his fingers slip between the cheeks and penetrate her, stretching the woman’s core or other parts further? Her mind raced on the hot books she read as her body switched between the sex scene being played out in front of her and where she believed the scene would go as she flipped the pages.
Warm breath tickled her neck, tripping the electricity already building in her body to cause her flesh to rise. She could feel every inch of fabric against her skin, and it was suddenly constricting. When a large hand parted her legs, cupping her sex with the thin barrier of her pants, and Ice breathed into her ear, “Thinking of me?”, her body trembled as her mind brought her own body into the scene she’d been imagining in her mind.
