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I was content with just my own private booth, so I had never been to one of the private rooms before. The room Hobbs guided Vic and me to was a completely different atmosphere than the area downstairs. If the décor on the lower floor was supposed to represent hell, then the upper floor represented heaven. The walls were painted a lavender purple with shimmering glitter stars. The furniture was made to look like fluffy white clouds, and even the girls walking around wore halos and wings. Apparently, only the rich went to heaven, and the rest of us had to hang out in hell.

Hobbs wrapped an arm around my shoulders, forcing me towards a large table where a group of five older men and two women in angel costumes sat waiting. Trevor motioned for Vic to have a seat, and he did so cautiously, eyeballing my sponsor the entire time. "Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to the brightest shining adult film star in all of Sin City. Every pervert in this city knows his face. Even the breeders buy his products."

I pretended to be flattered, maintaining my iconic flirty grin and letting my eyes graze over each of the men.

A man with a tight bun of red hair and a thick beard leaned forward eagerly to get a better look at me. "I can see why. He looks delicious."

Trevor gave me a gentle shove, silently implying that he wanted me to flirt. Grinning, I sauntered up to the man, slowly putting my hands on his shoulders and straddling his lap. He instantly gripped my ass cheeks as I began to grind my body against his. "Hey there, handsome," I whispered into his ear with a playful grin.

Even though Vic and I weren't an official couple, I hated doing this in front of him. But it was the job, and I was a servant.

The man drew in a deep breath to smell me. "I can tell you get top dollar for this one."

Trevor nodded. "Indeed, I do."

"How much for me to have a taste?"

"Usually, I charge depending on the time and what you would like to do. Those details get discussed at my place of business. However, for you, I will let you have Starburst right here and now if you agree to our terms. Allow me to build an establishment at Top Hill. The residents shouldn't be forced to come all the way to lowly Sin District to receive quality entertainment."

The man ran his fingers gently along my jaw. "So, I allow you to build your little club, and I can have my way with this one?"

Trevor chuckled, "Starburst is my top earner. It would be bad business to allow you to take advantage of that. What I would offer you is a sample. You can walk right over to that corner and have him. If you wish to partake in any sort of kink, that will have to be worked out in my place of business. You will be charged in full, like any client." Hobbs ran a hand through my hair. "Trust me, he's worth it. Aren't you, little star?"

I walked my fingers up the man's chest. "Every. Single. Sinder."

"But I can bury my cock in him right now for free if I sign that paper?"

Trevor pulled an at-home STD test from his pocket. "I only ask that you prick your finger first. I can't have my little star catching anything now, can I?"

Vic interjected, "You're just going to force Starburst to have sex with him? Here?"

Hobbs whirled toward him with a glare. "He will do as I command. Starburst, didn't you tell this young fox what you did to end up in my service to begin with? Starburst doesn't like anyone to outshine him, you see. There was another young man who was going to be the star of the show, but Starburst made sure that would never happen. The young man's dreams were shattered, amongst other things. Starburst is simply paying off his debt to society by working for me."

Trevor was just asserting his authority over Vic, but his words stung—not because of what I'd done, but because he seemed to dismiss me as some kind of monster.

After pushing me off his lap, the man held out a hand. Hobbs pricked a finger and shot Vic a wicked grin. "A clean slate. Go have fun."

Trevor handed me a small vial of Starburst-brand lubricant; the bastard had this planned the entire time. He wanted to open a club in the richest part of the whole city, and to do that, he needed to sell me. It was no accident that he showed up at Hell's Gate.

Wrapping my hand around the vial, I scowled at Trevor before putting my mask back on. Flashing a flirty smile to my new client, I gripped his hand and guided him to the far end of the room. When I turned back to the group, I saw Vic storm out of the private room. Good. I didn't want him to see this anyway. Still, my heart plummeted into the depths of my stomach as I fought the urge to throw up and cry at the same time.

There were two couches in the corner, one to fuck on and one to block our view of the small party. At least we had a little privacy. The man didn't waste any time unbuckling his slacks and yanking out his throbbing cock. Squirting lubricant into my palm, I slid it up and down his shaft until it was slick. Without ceremony, I slipped off my pants and slowly sat down on his lap, guiding his length into my hole.

He was not the most attractive person, but he had a nice-sized cock. It was time to put on another show. I moaned and rubbed his chest as I bounced on his erection.

"That's a good lad."

I grinned, moving my hips faster. "Mmm, baby, you're so big."

As his dark blue eyes burned into mine, I picked up the pace, eager to get the show over with as soon as possible. It was only supposed to be a sample, after all.

"Slow down," he moaned.

I giggled, "Oh no, baby. This is only a sample. If you want all of me, you have to come see me back home. I hope you come." I grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. "I want to see what else you can do with this big, fat cock of yours." I could tell by the look in his eyes he was close, so I went faster. His breath caught, and a stifled grunt left his lips. "That's it, baby. Give it all to me. Breed me, Daddy!" His body trembled, and I took the opportunity to rub my nose gently across his. "Yeah, come and see me later. We'll have lots of fun." I winked and climbed off his lap.

Picking up my pants, I ran to what I assumed was the bathroom and locked the door behind me. When I finished cleaning myself, I sat down on the toilet, wishing I didn't have to go back out to Hobbs' little party. I stared at the mirror, wondering how hard it would be to smash it and use a shard on myself. As my fingers traced the glass, someone pounded on the door.

With a silent groan of frustration, I opened the bathroom door to find a smiling Hobbs standing on the other side. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and escorted me back to the party. Drinks had been delivered, and without asking for permission, I grabbed a Poison Apple and downed it in a few gulps, making Hobbs scowl in disapproval.

The rest of the evening was boring, especially since Hobbs cut me off after only two drinks. My sponsor tossed them back with abandon, but he slapped my hand away whenever I tried to reach for another. Most of my time was spent dissociating and staring off into the distance. Luckily for me, the other men who were with Hobbs had no interest in "Starburst." They were focused on the half-naked women that pranced around the room.

Hobbs abruptly woke me by shaking my body. At some point during the dull negotiations that I hadn't been paying attention to, I must have dozed off. The others were long gone, and dawn was close to breaking when I followed my sponsor out of Hell's Gate to a taxi. The drive was blessedly silent, but as I climbed out of the vehicle, Hobbs followed close behind. As usual, he just couldn't let me have a break.

"Go ahead and get on the bed," he ordered as we entered my apartment.

I had had enough. "Not tonight, Trevor."

His eyes narrowed as he swayed on the spot. "Get on the fucking bed, Isaac."

"No."

"Get on the fucking bed! You know I don't let anyone have you without finishing the job."

"Then you shouldn't have let him fuck me," I retorted icily. "Besides, when was the last time you finished anything? Oh yeah, after I was drugged, you gave me a hand job."

Trevor rushed me, and before I could do anything to defend myself, his hand wrapped tightly around my neck. I grabbed at him frantically, trying to pry his fingers free. "Aren't you forgetting something, you little shit? I own you!"

As my fingernails dug into his skin, he slapped me across the face, making me see stars. Hobbs grabbed my shirt, yanking me close despite my efforts to fight. He was too strong.

As I struggled, he forcefully turned me away from him, shoving my body onto the bed. I fought. When I got close to actually hitting him, he grabbed my wrist, twisting it so hard I cried out. "Trevor, stop!"

He didn't listen. Using one hand to keep me in place, he used the other to yank my pants down just enough to trap my legs. Hobbs used the material as leverage to bend me over the mattress, exposing my ass fully.

My eyes closed against the painful, burning sensation as the head of his shaft pushed into me without any lubricant. There was no point in fighting. If I continued to struggle, Hobbs would only tear me from the inside out. Instead, I let my body go limp and allowed him to do what he needed. Internally, my mind was elsewhere. I pictured the pond at the city park where I chased ducks as a child.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for Trevor to finish. After only ten or so thrusts, he came with a groan and pulled out. "Why do you make me do these things? You know the rules! Why are you being so defiant?" His voice got softer, almost cajoling. "We have a good thing going on. You live in a nice penthouse. I let you go out and party with your friends." He tugged at the choker he gifted me. "I give you expensive things. I take care of you! I have been taking care of you since you were a teenager. I love you, Isaac! Soon, I will own the only sex club in Top Hill. Only the richest people will be able to enter those doors. That alone will set us up for life. If I can pull this off, there won't be any more clients for you. No more porn shoots. I can give you anything you want, and we can live happily ever after, just like you want." He held my chin in his hand. "Isn't that what you want?"

I didn't reply.

Releasing me, he took a few unsteady steps back. "Damn it, Isaac. We can't have that if you don't play by the rules. It kills me every time I set you up with a client. It's why I need to have you afterward. Because I hate sharing you. But if we want to live like kings, I have to do it!"

I still didn't react. What did he expect me to say? That I loved him back? That I was perfectly fine with him forcing himself on me? That I was cool with him selling me like I was some prized show dog? I did love him, but I couldn't say the words.

My silence pissed Hobbs off. He stormed out of the room, slamming the front door hard enough to shake the walls. Was anything he told me the truth? Was he working on ending my suffering? Would he allow me to stop sharing my body with every Tom, Dick, and Harry? Is tossing my legs over my head the cost of having nice things? I pulled the chocker off my neck to glare at the star charm and threw it across the room. Grabbing my blanket, I wrapped it around my shaking body and cried myself to sleep.