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He’s the only one in my employ who can withstand this level of acute pain and bodily stress while staying rock-hard. Which means he’s one of the more popular displays, regardless of anyone’s sexual preference.
Eustice inspects everything, even fixing one of his balls before giving him a drink of water and a cheek pat.
I survey the room again, now with the intent of making sure she finds nothing else out of place.
Murder stalks through the upper door holding…
“Sweet Sin event is next week.” I sneer at the cupcake in his hand. “Go eat that upstairs.”
He pops a dollop of icing in his mouth, ignoring me completely, and leans his hip against the forced orgasm table where Shanta and her twin Atash are bound together. Without even looking, he flips the switch, turning their shared vibrator on.
They immediately start writhing, muted whimpers filling the space behind him.
“I think we should have a contest for the employees.” He takes a bite, swallowing quickly. “Might boost morale.”
Atash screams through her first orgasm.
“You started that too soon. And doesthatsound like they have low morale?”
“I’m just saying.” He takes another bite and settles his weight fully on the table, tilting the finely balanced apparatus in Shanta’s favor. “Could be fun.”
Her deep moan draws his gaze finally, and he watches as she fights her bound hips closer to the vibrator.
I narrow my gaze, checking to see if their gags have come loose, or the straps holding the vibrator have shifted. The last thing I want is for Murder, of all people, to spot something out of place.
“Maybe a thing like this, even.” He faces me again with a smile as he dips the table farther so she can’t escape the sensation at all. The added pitch pushes Atash’s weight on top of her as well, and the two of them moan together as another orgasm washes over.
“Get. Up.”
He sighs and stands, letting the table level as the two women pant, struggling for breath around the gags.
“Love that sound.” Murder grins and pops the rest of his cupcake in his mouth, brushing his hands off before planting them on his hips.
“Which, their pleasure or my absolute irritation? And since when do you worry about morale?”
He chuckles and pats my shoulder. “Fine. This is me asking if we can do an event like that. I’m thinking of inviting someone to participate. So, maybe a gauntlet type thing, where challengers can sign up. See how many they can handle. Just think it over.”
I purse my lips in thought. That’s actually a great idea. I could see that pulling in quite a large amount of money. Especially if some of those funds go toward a prize pool.
Wait.
“Inviting someone?”
“Don’t worry about it.” He gives me a sideways glance and strolls through the exhibits, taking his position by the door, arms crossed tightly.
Don’t worry about it. How could I possibly not? My brother hasn’t shown genuine interest in someone in a long time. But more importantly…
A wicked smile curls my mouth. An event like that could be the perfect time and place to get him back for the clothing he picked out for Lucy.
On cue, the lighting changes and the automatic door lock clicks, turning the indicator light from blue to red.
Various timers go off, turning switches, activating mechanics, and within seconds, the large room is filled with moans and groans.
Show time.
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