Page 77 of Convict's Game

I strutted down the darkened hall, heading for an available room, a low, rhythmic beat from hidden speakers marking my pace. Further on was the sex club where people openly went at it with partners or sex workers, or watched others in the act. Down there, anything went between consenting adults.

But up here, a closed door hid us from prying eyes.

At an open doorway, I stopped and gestured for my group then closed us into the space. I gave them the usual speech and pointed out where they needed to make payment, keeping my voice low and my moves provocative.

Something felt off with the vibe in the room, but I pushed on with it.

The leader paid with a tap of his card. “Get your clothes off.”

He didn’t even look at me as he spoke, shrugging off his jacket to hang it by the door. I didn’t care. I was mostly naked anyway. Seducing a man with a strip show was second nature,and I arched my back then rolled my hips with my fingers twisting into the straps of my bikini bottoms.

“Fucking faster,” the leader snapped.

That, I wasn’t a fan of. I slipped the bikini off and tossed it, trying to keep my feelings off my face. Not easy when I was out of practice.

He ran his tongue over his teeth then flashed a look at his boys. “Hold the slut for me.”

In the centre of the room, the others took my arms. Fear trickled through me.No, I told myself. It was fine. Groups often did this kind of shit. Impress each other with holding down a woman. Usually, I’d get the read on them first and lay down the ground rules.

“So we’re doing role play?—”

The leader cut me off. “Shut the fuck up. I chose you for your body, not your mouth.”

His friend to the right of me brayed, gripping my wrist at the small of my back. “I can think of a few uses for her mouth that’ll keep her quiet.”

The two support guys whooped it up, laughing. They were drunk. More than I’d guessed.

The leader poked his tongue into his cheek and stepped up close. His hands landed on my breasts, and he squeezed, crowding into me so I felt his unimpressive erection.

That frisson of panic returned, and I dropped his gaze. I didn’t like this. What had once been natural had changed. I wasn’t in control of this encounter. At some point, I’d lost it, and I hadn’t noticed early enough.

“She’s scared of us.” The leader gripped my chin, his eyes icy cold. “You should be, bitch. Whores like you take what we pay for. You’ll earn your money tonight. Fuck knows I paid enough for your tight ass.”

I didn’t want this. My mind screamed at me to back out. There were panic buttons around the room, under the edge of the sofa and in hidden recesses. Easy to reach if you lurched for them. We also had cameras and the ability for security to listen in. The problem with that was interpreting role play from reality, but there were signs I could give. Repeated glances at the camera would bring someone running.

I slammed down on my wayward thoughts. If I couldn’t do this with these specimens of mankind, I had no job here. I’d failed at what Cassie wanted me to do. I couldn’t fail at this.

“Of course I’m scared. You’re all so big,” I faked a timid tone. “I don’t know how I’ll?—”

“I said shut up. I don’t want to hear you. Lay her out. Maybe I’ll let one of you use her mouth while I ruin her cunt.”

His friend to my right crowed. “Yeah, Sullivan. Get in there.”

Sullivan’s fingers went to the buttons of his shirt while his friends towed me backwards to the bed, holding me down. But when he moved into position, his purple-headed mushroom dick in his hand, the guy hadn’t suited up.

“Condoms are on the shelf,” I reminded him.

“Why, how diseased are you?”

He smiled. I didn’t.

“Gotta use one.”

“The fuck I do. This club doesn’t hire dirty whores. We asked. So why should I pay for half the experience?”

He fisted his cock. I struggled against his friends, rising panic taking me from my place of no control to another time when I’d been in the same position. A long time ago, but the memories rushed fast. “Stop.”

Sullivan ignored me and grasped my ankle, his fingers digging into my flesh. His friend held my neck, preventing me from angling my head to the camera.