Page 163 of Saved By My Buyers

Jack grins evilly as we walk toward the front door, our masks on our faces.

“I actually have wanted to take you here for ages, but it’s been an insane year,” Jack says, shrugging.

It really has been. I can’t believe that it was around this time that I started preparing to auction myself off. So much has happened since then.

The bouncer takes our names, and then walks us inside to a small office, where a woman explains all the rules. Since we won’t be playing with anyone outside of our group, we get blue bands that tell others we’re taken. Then, we sign a ton of paperwork that includes confidentiality, making me glad I left my phone in the truck.

I still forget to keep it with me.

If I’m with Bee and Jack, it’s even worse, because I don’t need to speak to anyone else. If Sullivan needs me, he calls Jack if he doesn’t find me on my cell phone. It works for me.

The club has dancing, a bar, and several different floors.

“Dance with me?” Bee asks, grinning wickedly.

“How could I possibly deny you,” I tell her. I love pressing my body against her when we dance. We haven’t been out much, though, not because we’re underaged. I don’t know what the minimum age is to come here, but I guess it’s worked out since we’ve been accepted.

Placing my hand in hers, we walk out onto the dance floor, with Jack watching us. It’s safe, we have our wristbands, and we were told there are people actively watching to make sure everyone’s boundaries are being respected. It’s the perfect place to enjoy ourselves without the hazard of some random guy grinding on my ass.

My hips roll as I dance, my lashes fluttering as I moan. My clit is so sensitive, it won’t take much to make me come. Bee’s hands ghost up my body, squeezing my breasts hard. Everything short of actual fucking is allowed on the dance floor, and people are taking that very seriously as they grind and dance.

I’m pretty sure a few of the girls are being fingered.

The idea that this is all happening around us makes my skin feel extra sensitive, and goosebumps raise on my skin. Bee pulls the straps down on my dress until my breasts flow over, smirking before she begins to suck and kiss them, making me writhe as I moan.

“So pretty,” Jack murmurs behind Bee. I knew it would only be a matter of time before he joined, and he grinds on Bee’s ass, his hand ghosting up the slit in her dress and under her panties.

Whimpering as she gasps, Bee kisses my lips, her fingers rubbing and twisting my nipples. My arms wrap tightly around her waist, and I can feel Jack’s arm trapped between our bodies as he brings Bee closer to coming.

“Come together, my gorgeous girls,” he growls, making me whimper. I swear I can feel the vibrations of his voice in my clit, and I’m barely holding on as Bee hugs me tightly. We’re both so damn close, and everything is heightening our shared excitement.

My pussy contracts on nothing as I shudder, and then I’m lost, my face buried in Bee’s neck as I come hard. Bee’s strangled gasps sound in my ear as Jack makes her fall off the cliff with me.

Gasping, I straighten, only to watch Jack cleaning off his fingers with his tongue. Bee helps me fix my dress as well, fingers shaking slightly from exertion.

“Shall we walk?” he asks, winking.

Bee shuts off the toy, still breathing hard, handing the remote to Jack. He pockets it without a word, and we begin to slowly walk as we float back to earth. There’s a chair with a spreader bar we begin to pass, and Bee tugs me toward it.

“I did say I wanted you to come on my tongue, beautiful,” she purrs, making me huff out a laugh.

Bee has me sit down on the chair, and Jack drops to his knees to both steal my panties and remove the toy under the guise of buckling my ankles to the spreader bar. Squealing, I’m surprised when Jack lifts my legs up to bare my pussy to Bee.

“All mine,” she says with a giggle, pushing her fingers deep inside my cunt.

I know I just came, but I’ve spent hours riding the edge. Bee sucks my clit between her lips, licking, using a little teeth, and making me keen. It’s darker in this recessed area of the club, even though we’re still on the first floor.

Jack holds the spreader up, and then feeds my wrists through the wrist handcuffs in the middle of the spreader bar, when I went to reach for Bee’s hand to grind on her face.

“Take what you’re given, brat,” he growls in my ear.

My eyes hood as I gaze at him, he grins before his lips are on mine. All I can do is feel as Bee licks me out, fucking my pussy with her fingers. My harsh breaths are all I can hear outside of the music and I keen in need.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, kissing down my neck.

“Please,” I beg, feeling my arousal gushing around Bee’s fingers. “Oh fuck, I’m so close. Bee!”

“You beg so pretty,” Jack growls, his fingers unbuttoning his pants to release his cock, stroking it lazily. “Open wide for me, beautiful. I want to feel how tight your throat gets when you come.”

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