Page 1 of Wear Me Out (The AfterGlow #3)
Lilah
“He did what?” Olivia asked, jaw resting firmly on the squeaky clean floor of the lounge.
Charlie, my oldest and closest friend, giggled in the leather chair across from me. “He sent the video to my dickbag ex.”
“No fucking way,” I chimed in. “Rider would never compromise you like that. Well, not using a private video, at least.” I smirked. The couple was more than happy to have their videos playing on screens throughout The AfterGlow.
Charlie grinned. “Oh, that’s the best part. You can’t see any of me. Not my face, not my…yo u know. It’s just him eating me like I’m the sweetest damn strawberry he’s ever tasted.”
“He’s so good for you, babe,” Olivia said, taking a sip of her lemon and lilac gin and tonic. How she drank any kind of alcohol that involved a flower, I didn’t know. But it was her go-to.
Relaxing into the overstuffed armchair, Charlie hummed her agreement.
“What about you?” I asked, pointing my long, black fingernail at Olivia. “I thought you were going to blow us off last week with how late you were coming out of your room. What are you up to tonight?”
Another one of my closest friends, Olivia, was new to the club. She’d been coming for the past twelve weeks—ever since Charlie hooked her up with a steep discount on a private room for her and her guy.
“Oh.” A red flush coloured Olivia’s sun-kissed cheeks. “Nico said he has plans for a new tie and maybe some role play we’ve been thinking of trying? I thought I didn’t want to leave the room last time. Tonight, I might let him keep me in there until the sun comes up.”
“One of these days, you’re going to need to take a picture so we can see all these so-called hot as shit knots you’re always talking about,” I chirped, only meaning to rib her slightly.
Ropes weren’t my thing, but that didn’t mean I didn’t like checking out someone else who was tied up in them.
Olivia shook her head. “Over my dead body. My fine-ass dead body. The only one who gets to see me like that is Nico. I don’t know how you perform night after night in front of everyone, Charlie.”
Shrugging her shoulders before taking a sip of her peach vodka spritz, Charlie answered, “I’ve told you a million times. The power in that moment makes the orgasm so much better.”
“Amen!” I shouted, raising my tried-and-true Caesar. “I’ll drink to that.”
I didn’t perform live like Charlie did on a regular basis, but Adam liked to have his way with me around the lounge.
Whenever, wherever. I was open for free use to him, and our dynamic made me feel unbelievably desired.
Being taken in front of the bar, in the voyeur room, or any number of other areas of the club was a regular occurrence.
Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way .
The three of us clinked our drinks together, and Charlie and I downed the last of our cocktails.
“Duty calls.” Charlie grinned, setting her empty glass on the table we sat around. “We’re going on just after midnight, in case either of you wants to watch.”
I gathered up the empty glasses before standing, then smoothed out the apron of my uniform.
I was serving tonight, rather than working behind the bar.
A nice change of pace from the usual. “I’ll be there as long as Adam doesn’t pull me away.
Then again, he might just fuck me right there in the viewing room. ”
“You guys make me feel so vanilla.” Olivia sighed, shaking her head.
Charlie scoffed and pointed a finger directly at her. “You are anything but. You literally get wrapped in rope and fucked by someone with complete control.”
“And even if you were vanilla, we love a Plain Jane,” I added, balancing the tray of empties on my shoulder as I headed to the bar.
“We’re kind of like the perfect Neapolitan ice cream, aren’t we?” Olivia mused. “I’m vanilla—and I know, I know I’m not that vanilla, but let’s be honest—and Charlie is the strawberry, obviously, and Lilah is our dark and broody chocolate.”
“You’re making me hungry,” Charlie groaned. “And I can’t eat until after my performance with Rider.”
“Speaking of work,” I called. “Let’s get going.”
Charlie waved to Olivia as she headed for the dressing room. “We’ll see you out there after you’re done with your man.”
Before Adam arrived, I wanted to slip into something a little spicier underneath my AfterGlow uniform.
Being a brat always earned me the best punishments, and I was dying to get him riled up.
Especially tonight. The way he ate me up when I teased him, or tortured him, sent a thrill through my body every time.
I couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he lifted my skirt and saw the gift waiting for him there.