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“Does Rebel get in them?”
I groaned at the very thought of her up in one of those, on display for every man in the room to watch. I wasn’t sure I liked it. I’d liked seeing her with Kian and Vaughn, but that was because they were touching her the way I would. Making sure she was the one who was enjoying it most.
I didn’t think that courtesy would extend to other men who had their hands down their pants.
Unless, of course, she wanted to perform for them.
Because I was never going to be able to say no to that woman. I never wanted to.
I caught Bliss’s eye and called out to her. “Rebel apparently wants us down in the locker room. That okay?”
She waved me off. “She’s the only one left in there.” Her smile was wide.
Knowing.
I didn’t trust it at all. It was too similar to the one Rebel gave me when she was up to no good. “Spill it, Bliss. What’s going on?”
She shrugged, full of fake innocence that really spiked my suspicion. “All I know is she needs help with her outfit for tonight.”
Kian frowned. “You couldn’t have done her zipper up?”
She made a face at him. “Read the room, Kian. She isn’t wearing a dress.”
It might have been my imagination, but I was pretty sure Kian and I both moved at a slightly quicker pace.
The corridor was filled with doors, small, private rooms to accommodate different kinks on the other side. I’d never been in one. Never wanted to unless I was going into one with Rebel. But I’d heard from War all about the peepholes, the windows into other rooms, toy collections, tie-downs, and who knew what else. These rooms were all for private hire, and they were always booked out.
Kian gawked, catching a glimpse inside one with the door slightly open. “Was that a sex swing in that room?”
I shrugged. “Probably.”
If Kian had any further thought on that particular room, he didn’t voice it, maybe because we’d reached the end of the corridor where the staff locker rooms were.
I knocked cautiously and opened the door just a crack so I could call out. “Rebel? You in there?”
“Fang! Thank God. Get in here.”
I pushed open the door to find Rebel standing in front of the mirrors, bare-ass naked. In front of her, a bench held multiple pots with what seemed to be paint brushes sticking out of them.
Kian groaned beside me. “I don’t know what we’re doing in here, but I love that you’re naked already.”
She flashed him a smile that did things to my insides. She was so fucking beautiful, especially when she was as carefree and confident as she was right now.
I eyed the pots. “What’s going on?”
“I need an outfit for the party.”
Kian hadn’t stopped staring at her. “The one you’re wearing will do the trick, if you ask me.”
She winked at him but continued her explanation, “I was feeling myself when I decided on this costume, but now I’m having second thoughts.”
I had no idea what she was talking about. There wasn’t a stitch of clothing to be seen, in any color.
She pointed at the pots. “Body paint. I need you guys to paint me.”
My dick went hard in an instant, but I ignored it, because that wasn’t exactly uncommon in this place. I peered into the pots, picking up a brush and swirling the mixture around with it. One was black and one was white. “Why do these smell so good? They don’t smell like paint at all.”
She pushed her finger into the black pot and then lifted it back out. Black paint coated her finger before she popped it into her mouth, licking it clean. “Edible. They’re chocolate flavored. Not bad either.”
