Page 3 of Traitor

“Thank you, but I’m not sure I could do that,” Cam said softly to the man as I walked back over with the drinks.

He ran his hand down her arm. “You’re overthinking it. Do you know how much men would pay for a redhead?”

I set the club soda down so hard that it splashed over the sides. “I’d like to know.”

The man’s eyes widened. “I don’t mean to insult you, but surely you can see how beautiful your woman is—it’s not unreasonable to think that there’s a market for her.”

Cam patted my arm. “Babe, it’s fine. It’s just something to consider.” Then she looked back at the man, “Gavin, we’re really just interested in having another woman join us for now.”

Gavin nodded thoughtfully. “You know my terms.”

I took a sip of the tequila, praying the liquor would bring me back down enough to calm the rage that had been building since we made it downstairs. “I’d like to go over the terms again and see what my wife picked out. I’m not fucking anything less than a ten tonight.”

He pulled out his phone and sent a text. “That can be arranged. Now, as for the money—”

Gesturing with my glass, I asked, “Yo, Gav—what’s the going rate for more than just vanilla sex?”

Cam’s eyes widened and she discreetly pinched my thigh under the table. “Babe?” She warned.

I dropped the hand that was on her shoulder down into the V of her dress while maintaining eye contact with Gavin. “You ever just wanna spice things up, man?” My fingers dipped under the fabric and he nodded dumbly.

“Absolutely. Which is why I’m bringing in my best girl. Luciana is very well versed in many different areas,” he paused and gestured to a woman walking into the bar. My cock was hard the minute she came into view. My new friend, Gavin, had gone and gotten me a goddamn twelve.

“Hello.” She slid in across from us.

Cam dipped her head and mumbled, “Hello,” as her cheeks pinkened.

I thrust my hand out. “Hello, beautiful. You DTF?”

Luciana took my hand with a confused look on her face. “DTF?”

I ran my thumb along her knuckles. “Down to fuck, doll.”

Gavin leaned back against the booth seat. “You need to pay first. It’s five hundred for an hour of straight… ‘vanilla’ sex.”

I clicked my tongue against my teeth. “Gavin, my man. You know that won’t do—I’ve got needs. How much for anal?”

Cam choked on her club soda and I reluctantly let go of Luciana’s hand to pound her on the back.

Gavin grinned, “Anal’s gonna cost you another three.”

I pursed my lips and nodded. “Alright, how about fisting? I’m talking me fisting her…her fisting my girl…them fisting each other while I watch. Where are we at now with cost?”

“Let’s say eleven hundred for an hour; whatever the hell you want as long as it doesn’t leave a mark. You think you can do that?” He regarded me carefully, while I studied Luciana.

It was obvious that she’d taken something by the way her eyes were glassed over. They were half lidded as if she’d just been woken up from a deep sleep. We’d been discussing her for the last two minutes, but it was clear that she was too far gone to notice. She wasn’t much older than eighteen—couldn’t be. Her very real tits still defied gravity.

My hard-on damn near disappeared. This wasn’t turning out to be as much fun as I’d hoped. Before I could tell Cam that I was having second thoughts, she pulled the cash from her purse and handed it over. “We’ve got a room upstairs, if that works.”

Gavin nodded and pushed Luciana from the booth. “Go. I’ll meet you outside when you’re done.”

With barely open eyes she did as she was told. “But, what about my cut?”

He slapped her ass. “You’ll get it when the nice couple here is satisfied.”

She nodded exaggeratedly and waited for us to join her. Shit, I was gonna need to rally—Cam had just spent a lot of money to get me what I wanted.

The three of us got into the elevator and as soon as the door closed, Luciana pressed her lips to the side of Cam’s head. “Want me to go down on you?” She asked in a bored tone.

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