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Mark leaned his head back and laughed. “You all are sex fiends.”
“You’re complaining?” Jordan asked. “Might as well enjoy each other while we’re stuck together.” He looked around the room. “Music, drugs, and sex. What else is there to enjoy as a struggling musician?”
“Touché.” His mind flashed to Emily, but she’d made it very firm that she wasn’t interested in him. He frowned and shook his head, then squeezed his eyes shut as the room spun. “This beer is fucking strong.”
“My own special brew,” Jordan said with a grin. “A little something extra in it to keep the party going.” He wagged his eyebrows. “You won’t have any problems keeping up with the women in this place.”
Mark laughed again, letting the high feeling sweep through his body. Oh, he needed this.
A few more hands, and it was down to him and Kelly, the petite red-headed principal second violin. They were both very drunk and couldn’t stop laughing.
Mark wasn’t sure if he wanted to win or lose. Though, damn if he wasn’t getting horny. More than one couple had disappeared through a bedroom door as the game progressed. Jordan was in the corner with Dot riding his dick, an expression of ecstasy on both their faces.
Kelly narrowed her eyes as she studied Mark’s face, then giggled. “I can’t take this seriously anymore. Jordan!” She shot a drunken glare at the percussionist. “You made your shit too fucking strong tonight.”
Jordan grinned. “Enjoy it!”
She dropped her head on the table. “I can’t.” She sat up and giggled. “I fold. Can’t even read my cards anymore. You win.” She winked at Mark as she flipped her cards onto the table and stood, tugging her panties down and tossing them away. “Who wants to fuck me?” She threw her hands in the air.
Mark shook his head and ran his hands through his hair. She was cute. “I think I’ll claim my prize from you.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
He shrugged and pushed back his chair. “Why not?”
Kelly walked over and sat down in his lap, her breasts tantalizingly close to his face. “You wanna do it in private?”
Mark’s head spun. He normally wasn’t into public fucking, but right now... Damn if he didn’t care. No one was paying attention anyway, having found their own partners. Or two.
Kelly grinned and slid a nipple across Mark’s lip. His blood, already heated, surged right to his dick and he thumbed her nipple. He leaned forward and grabbed her around her waist. “Do it here.”
She grinned and slid down his lap to kneel between his feet. She pulled his boxer briefs down and slid her lips down his shaft until he felt her throat.
“Oh, fuck...” He leaned his head back as she moved up and down his throbbing cock. He fisted his hands on his thighs and closed his eyes. Damn, she had an amazing mouth. Thoughts of anything but her lips stretched around his dick flew from his mind and he rode the amazing sensations until his world exploded.
Twenty-Three
Emily screamedand leaned away from the crop Geoffrey held in his hand. The cruel stick whistled through the air and struck her breasts again and again. Hanging from the beam in Geoffrey’s second bedroom, she danced on her toes, desperate but unable to escape the painful blows.
“Does she like anal?” The man behind her caressed her ass and slid a finger against her tight hole. Emily lurched forward, right into another blow from the crop.
Tears spilled down Emily’s cheeks as the man pressed his finger into her body. Geoffrey slapped her across the cheek with a warning look and she slumped against the cuffs holding her in place.
The man, named Albert, had come into the restaurant during Emily’s shift and Geoffrey had introduced him as a close friend of his. The expression on his face when Geoffrey introduced her had been terrifying.
And she had been right to be terrified. He was as cruel as Geoffrey and allowed to do whatever he wanted to her. She’d been hanging here for what felt like hours. Her breasts were red with welts from the crop, the flogger, and their hands. They’d both fucked her, holding her legs up on their shoulders and rutting into her body as she hung from the ceiling. Then they’d resumed their abuse with their hands and various instruments.
“You want to fuck her ass?” Geoffrey asked, an evil grin on his face. He reached up and unfastened the cuffs. Emily fell to the ground in a heap and Geoffrey pulled her up. She cried out at the pain in her arms, but he pulled her to the desk and pressed her face to the cold wood. “You want her to like it or hate it?”
The other man laughed, sending chills through her body. “I love hearing a woman scream.”
“Make sure you use lube. She needs to work tomorrow night.”
“You’re no fun,” Albert muttered.
“I have a business to run. I can’t have her limping at work.”
“Fine.”
