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DOT

“Come here, angel.” Dante patted his thigh as I took my seat directly in his lap, plopping down as my breasts bounced just right for them. Dante and Kat had once again paid for my shift, personally tucking wads of larger bills into my lingerie, allowing me to spend time with them instead of dealing with the lusty patrons who were begging to book a private dance with me.

“I like your outfit tonight, Dottie.” Kat tugged at the long crystal tassels hanging from the purple and pink pastel bikini style bra, my breasts barely covered by the thin, colorful material. I wore a matching choker and a flared mesh skirt lined with faux fur over my thong, complete with matching pink platform boots that reached just under my knees. My hair was gathered real high, beauty queen style as loose golden curls hung around my face, adorned with tiny iridescent crystals and my signature pink lips. I felt like a pastel dream, delicately choosing my outfits just for them.

“Thanks.” I winked, leaning across Dante as I played with her braid. “I chose this very outfit just for you. Purple for my pretty Kitty Kat.” I could feel Dante’s fingers digging into my thighs, his dick pressing against my ass as I spread my legs a little wider, inviting him to do as he pleased. Kat’s chest rose quickly, her breathing intensifying as she watched me through her devil mask. I could feel her eyes on my skin, watching my every move.

“You’re a goddamn piece of forbidden fruit, Dot.” Her nails grazed my face and trailed down my neck. I gasped quietly at her touch, wanting to feel more. “So wrong, but so fucking good.” Dante released a vibrating growl, gently grinding into me.

“I might be a good girl, but I promise, I can be just as bad.” The lights lowered, fading from a bright pink to a deep blue, hiding us from wandering eyes. Kat’s hand traveled across my breasts, sneaking beneath the tiny bikini top as Dante adjusted himself, pushing harder into my throbbing pussy. “Let me be bad for you,” I breathed, leaning closer to Kat, my own hand wandering to her lap. “Both of you.”

I moved with Dante as he ground against me, both my thong and his pants growing wet from our excitement as Kat’s fingers played with my nipple, her mask rising enough for her to glide her tongue along my neck, sucking my skin. I closed my eyes, drunk by them both. My fingers raised her mini skirt, quickly finding her swollen clit as I began to play with it through her lingerie, listening as she moaned gently in my ear. The music shook the club; the bass drowning out any other noise as the lights remained lowered, giving us time to touch each other.

We all quickened our paces, almost moving as one as that immense craving took over, guiding us quicker than we anticipated. I could feel Kat’s orgasm nearly peaking as we kissed, our tongues twisting together as I fingered her. She bit my lower lip, pulling the soft tissue as she began to soak my fingers, crying faintly into my mouth. I couldn’t help but to smile, pleased with knowing that I made her feel so good. “That’s it,” I breathed into her, her teeth still holding me hostage. “Come for me, baby.”

Dante wasn’t far behind, moaning loudly as he forced my pelvis into his, coming inside his pants. His head shot back, the warm wetness soaking through and sticking to my skin. I kept moving, grinding even faster against him and deeper into Kat, my own orgasm building as I listened to them both, the sounds of their ecstasy filling my ears.

“My devils,” I whined, unable to control it as my elation hit. “Ah!” I cried out, coming hard, so hard it almost hurt. My pussy ached, pulsating with immense pleasure. Dante reached around, rubbing my clit while Kat slammed her mouth back into mine, devouring me while her other hand tugged at my nipple, the two obsessed with draining me completely. My heart nearly gave out as the three of us completely fell under each other’s spell.

“Damn, Dot.” Dante chuckled, wiping his pants with a wet paper towel from the bathroom. “I think you might owe me a new pair of pants.” His eyes rose to meet mine in the reflection of the dirty bathroom mirror.

I bit the tip of my nail, grinning, completely pleased with myself as I watched him clean the jizz from his clothes. Kat appeared from the bathroom stall, adjusting her mini-skirt and halter top. “Dot was right.” She looked at me over her shoulder, smiling. ”Our good girl knows how to be bad.” She washed her hands, smiling at Dante. The two exchanged a flirtatious moment as I watched them in the mirror, enamored by them. They were mine, and I was theirs.

“We have some business to take care of outside. Would you like to join us, Dot?” I nodded at Dante’s question.

“Just remember, stay back.” Kat turned to face me, crossing her arms. “Where’s your knife?”

Fuck. I had worn something too revealing for my little knife.

“It’s in the dressing room. I can go get it!”

Kat nodded. “Hurry up, angel. We don’t want to keep these pricks waiting.” Dante slapped my ass, giving me an extra pep in my step as I fluttered from the bathroom.

I quickly moved through the packed club, past other angels and patrons, ducking into the hall to the dressing room. The door shut behind me as I stepped inside and aimed for my vanity. The knife was tucked safely in my denim jacket, concealed from the other dancers. I picked it up, placing it carefully in the string strap of my thong, knowing there was no way to hide it. “Perf.” I stopped, looking at my reflection, noticing my lipstick was slightly smeared. I reached into my drawer to fix it when the all too familiar and sudden itch hit me. “Not now,” I groaned, trying to ignore it while fixing my lips. The desire—the soul clutching need was too much, and after coming so fucking hard, I needed it. I tore my drawer apart, looking for the small compact I kept, unable to find it.

“Where is it?” I whispered, searching again and again. “The fuck?” My fingers curled over the sides as I pulled the drawer out with a single yank and dumped the contents on the floor. “Where is it?” I fell to my knees, scanning everything when I noticed two skates roll to my side. My eyes slowly trailed up as I met Lana’s, her smile nearly reached her ears.

“Well, if it isn’t Bubbles, down on her knees. What a fitting way to find you. Oh, what’s wrong? Did I walk in at a bad time? Need a tissue for your mouth?” I snarled at her remark, standing as she remained towering over me thanks to her skates. She was dressed in the same high waisted booty shorts all the servers wore, her uniform mesh top, and her red hair flowing freely down her back.

“What do you want, Lana?” She scoffed at my question.

“Who said I wanted anything?” She cocked her head, watching me search the contents of my vanity drawer. “Gosh, did you lose something?” I flashed her a look. “Really hope it wasn’t important. Or say—” She pulled the small compact from her bra, flashing it as if shocked to have it in her hand. “Something like this. You know, drugs are really bad for you, Bubbles.”

“Give it back!” I rushed to my feet, trying to snatch my compact from her grasp.

“What, this old thing?” She wiggled it in her grasp, smiling. “No, see, I think I might just give this to Eddie. I’m sure he’ll love to know what’s inside. Say, isn’t there a rule about doing drugs? I swear there is, especially for you fucking dancers.”

I lunged towards her, but she rolled back, laughing as I stumbled. “Give it back, Lana!”

She laughed, retucking the compact in her bra. “Don’t think so. I warned you, Bubbles.”

“What the hell is your problem? Are you really so insecure and jealous that the Disco Devils like me more than you?”

“Jealous? Jealous!” Lana moved closer. “You really think having their attention makes you so damn special, don’t you? Well newsflash, Bubbles, you’re not. You’re just the new toy they get to play with. But soon, you’ll be old, like the rest of us, and things will go back to how they were, only you won’t be here.”

“Are you threatening me, Lana?” I stepped closer, glaring up at her.

“Oh no, that’s not a threat, princess. That’s a promise. One I’m going to make sure happens. I hope you enjoyed toying with those psychos, because once I talk to Eddie, your skank ass will be out of here. And once you’re gone, they’ll move on while you turn tricks at the corner just to pay for your next meal.” Her eyes burned into mine. “Hope it was worth it.” Lana smiled, turning to leave. “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of your devils.”

“No, you won’t,” I growled, kicking my leg out as I knocked her forward. She hit the floor with a loud thump, her face bouncing as her nose broke, blood immediately pooling from it. I snatched the blade from my thong and planted myself on her lower back, straddling her body. My fingers twisted in her long red hair and gripped a handful, forcing her head up as my blade gently kissed her neck. She groaned and cried, trying to wriggle free, but I had her pinned. I might be small, but I knew how to use my body to my advantage.

I pressed my face against her ear as she whimpered. “Those devils are mine. And I don’t like sharing.” Lana began to cry, tears flowing from her eyes as I held her hostage. “Oh, what’s wrong?” My hand pulled her head back further, her neck sitting nearly at a ninety-degree angle. “Didn’t your momma ever teach you not to dish it if you couldn’t take it?” She continued to cry, tears and blood streaming down her face. My tongue extended from my mouth, tasting the bitter and sweet mixture as she flinched. “Mmm.”

“You’re crazier than them!” Lana shouted.

“That’s right.” I smiled, her blood staining my teeth. “Now, give me my compact.” Lana fumbled, her arm shaking as she retrieved the small compact from her bra, offering it back to me. “Thanks, doll.” I kissed her cheek, snatching it as I removed my knife and dropped her face back to the floor. She cried, refusing to move.

I popped the compact open, smiling at the pretty white powder. My pinky nail scooped just enough as I snorted it quickly, feeling the comforting and familiar wave fall over me, exhaling with relief. I tucked the compact in my jacket, placing the knife back in the strap of my thong and made my way to the dressing room door, stepping over Lana. I stopped, pushing her face with my platform heel. She glanced up at me with bloodshot eyes. “This stays between us, Lana. Because if it doesn’t, I’ll have no choice but to tell my devils what you did—how you threatened me.” I made a pouty face. “And we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” She sobbed, frightened by me and in pain, shaking her head. “That’s right. Oh, and Lana?” She glared at me. “You got a little something, right there.” I tapped my own nose. “Should probably take care of it. Hard to make money with an ugly mug.” I winked, flashing her a smile as I trotted from the dressing room and back into the club.

No one can have my devils. They’re mine.

“There you are.” Dante popped from the wall of the club as I stepped into the alley. “You had us worried.” He placed his jacket over me, covering my exposed body.

“Everything okay, Dot?” Kat asked, joining us.

“Everything is perfectly fine.” I smiled at them, the two so attentive and caring. “Now, what’re we doing?”

Dante placed an arm around my neck, guiding me. “We are meeting one of our regulars. It’s a simple swap—drugs for cash.” We stopped at their car. I noticed tiny blood stains, dark and discolored, remembering the night they tossed the man in the trunk.

“It won’t go south like the last one, right?” I looked up at Dante, his mask sparkling in the moonlight.

“Not a chance. We know these guys pretty well.”

Kat lifted her mask and looked at me. “Don’t worry, Dot. This will all be over within minutes. And even if it does go south, we got you, babygirl.” I nodded, pressing closer to Dante as a car turned down the alley, the headlights burning my eyes.

The car remained running as two men exited the vehicle, slamming the doors. They were dressed in all black, looking like the old mobsters you see in movies. They eyed the devils closely, their gazes moving to me with a look of surprise.

“Who’s this?” one of the men asked with hesitation.

Dante squeezed my frame as Kat crossed her arms and cocked her hips. “She’s with us. Now, can we focus on business, boys?” she asked, tilting her head.

They exchanged a look and huffed. “Don’t go switching things up, she devil. Where’s the goods?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard of the recent incident that occurred here? You know, the one of the police informant that died in such a traumatic way for asking too many questions?” Dante’s words seemed to shake the men. “With current events, we are taking precautions to ensure no one steps out of place. Not on our turf. Now, show us your goods.” The older of the two men stepped forward, retrieving an envelope from his coat pocket.

“Here’s all five g’s, as promised.” Dante took the envelope, briefly checking its contents before stuffing it in the pocket of his coat around my shoulders. “Boss?”

Kat nodded, popping the trunk as she lifted a small duffle bag. She walked it to the two men and dropped it at their feet. “Your usual, boys.” She bent down, unzipping the bag to reveal the overwhelming amount of drugs in various shapes and colors. My jaw dropped at the sight. I knew they dealt, but never to this extent.

The men grazed the contents, nodding as they zipped it. “A pleasure doing business with you devils. And—” The old man motioned to me, unsure of what to say.

“Angel,” Dante answered them. “She’s new. You can fully expect to see her in future exchanges. The men nodded, returning to their car. We waited, watching as they slowly backed out of the alley and drove away.

“I guess it's official now,” I teased as Kat and Dante raised their masks and looked at me.

“What is?” Kat asked.

“That I’m your angel.”

“There was no question of that, Dot.” She kissed me gently with a smile.

“You’ve been ours since the day Kat laid eyes on you,” Dante stated, leaning down to kiss me as well.

“Good, ‘cause you’re mine. Both of you.”