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Riley

“I cannot wear this in public!” I say to Corrine, throwing the teeny excuse for a dress at her over her laptop. She’s glued to her computer much of the time she’s home, working or chatting up her work contacts. That’s how she had been invited to tonight’s club opening.

“It’s kind of an elite exotic club,” she’d said the night before, “and you have no choice but to attend with me.”

I had come home from a long day of work, feeling disappointed and mad at the same time. I hadn’t talked to Nate since the fight at the house last weekend, and I so badly wanted to talk to Sebastian and figure out what the hell Nate and his bosses were up to. But I wasn’t up for the explanation that came with the discussion. That I had gone to the house to end things but chickened out when I saw the check. Or that I was ready to completely remove Nate from my life, but really, truly hoped Sebastian held just a sliver of interest in me still.

In that moment I had thought yes, a night out is exactly what I need! But now that I’m looking at the red dress and stilettos that Corrine’s picked out for me, I’m questioning why I said yes.

“So does this club cater to still married women who are horny AF for their boss and slightly terrified of their potentially mafia-connected husband?” I deadpan, looking up at her expectantly.

“Yes! That’s their claim to fame!” Corrine smiles and hands me my martini glass. “Drink up bitch!” she says and gulps down her drink.

Chapter 32

Sebastian

“Whiskey on the rocks,” a waitress wearing practically nothing purrs as she sets four glasses down on the table in front of us. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can get you boys”

“As a matter of fact,” Jonathan says to my right, and pulls the blonde down onto his lap, causing her tits to bounce almost completely out of her nonexistent top. I hear him whisper to her, asking if she likes sandwiches, causing Xavier on my left to laugh out loud. Peeking around Jonathan, I see Jamison roll his eyes and turn back to his phone. He’s been on that thing for the past hour, barely even looking up.

“You’re only going to have half a sandwich if you can’t get Jamison to put his phone down for more than a few seconds," I say casually to Jonathan while scanning the crowd below.

We have the perfect view from our VIP balcony up top. Looks like no expense was spared at Lock & Key tonight. From where we are, we can see the main room with four small stages spread out strategically. Each stage is equipped with a pole and various dancers. Xavier and I both hone in on a particular stage where a man wearing only a pair of tight black spandex shorts is leaning off his platform into the close row of onlookers. His face is inches from a woman’s crotch. He’s holding his top half up on her armrest and looks to be licking a trail up her bare stomach. Once he gets near her ear, I see her nod her head vigorously. With a quick flex of his muscles, he whips his entire body down off the stage and grabs her bridal style, walking towards a door along the edge of the room. I look at Xavier with my eyebrow raised.

“What do you think is behind that door Xavier?" I ask him as he turns his head back towards the couple.

He nods for me to look around the whole edge of the room and I noticed there are eleven more doors spread out. “Probably something similar to what’s behind the rest of those doors," he replies.

“Do you wanna go down and get a closer look?” I ask him.

WHACK

Both of our heads whip to the right to see the blonde now bent over Jonathan sideways with her head practically in Jamisons lap trying to undo his buckle. Jamison‘s phone is a few feet away on the ground and he’s in a standoff glare against his brother.

“I’m going to need you to pay a little bit of attention to our blonde friend tonight brother. Let her loosen up some of that tension you have going on” Jonathan says to him.

Jamison looks at both Xavier and I and we just stare at him expectantly. The twins' relationship is interesting and it’s always fun to see how their banter plays out.

“Fine,” Jamison grits out and grips the blonde's hair hard, causing her to gasp. “Show me what’s caught my brother's interest," he says while unzipping his pants with his other hand.

“Guess that’s our cue to go check out what’s going on down below,” I say to Xavier and I can see the torn expression on my friend's face. He’s a true voyeur, and the decision between watching what’s about to go down with this blonde and our boys or joining me down below is a hard one. He sighs and gets up to follow me, taking one last look behind.

“Don’t worry, Xavier,” Jonathan calls back, "I'll make sure we take our sweet time with this one. With any luck you’ll be back in time to see us finish,” and he chuckles as the door to the balcony suite closes.

Chapter 33

Riley

By the time we get to the club, Corrine’s fed me three of her “special” martinis and I’m feeling good. I no longer notice the way my dress shows every inch of my curves, or how if someone were to lift it an inch they’d see I wore nothing under it. All good, I tell myself. I’m just having fun with my sister, I think as we walk into the dark club.

Corrine’s and my name were on the list, and there had been information that Corrine had to fill out online prior to our access. I didn’t know clubs were this high-profile that they needed background info.

Once we’re inside, I feel the bass of the music before it registers in my ears. “Change” by Deftones plays from the surrounding speakers. The large room is dark but filled with a feeling of something. It’s almost palpable. Then I see the stages and realize what’s going on. It’s lust that hangs in the air.

“Holy shit,” I whisper to Corrine, “did you bring me to a sex club?”

She smiles. “Yes babe, but I only kept out some details because I wanted you to have a fun night!”

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