Page 63 of Poison

I did as he asked, unclasping the hooks and slowly taking the bra off, exposing her perky brown breasts.

"Suck on them."

Who asked their gay fantasy to make out with a woman in front of him? I supposed everyone had their kinks, but this was new terrain for me. I cupped one of Cherry's breasts, sucking on the nipple. She let out a moan, which was clearly fake, but she was doing her part. Her hand slid between us and under the lace of her panties. "Don't you want us to do anything fun to you?" Even though Cherry was just playing her part, I could tell she was just as weirded out as I was.

The funny thing was that neither of us was uncomfortable doing sexual things to each other. As sex workers who had both been in shackles, we were used to some pretty odd things. But why instruct two of your sex fantasies to make out with each other while you watch?

"Come sit on my face."

I pulled away and watched Cherry glide onto the bed. She leaned back against the wall, slowly pulling her panties down and making a show of it. As she crawled to Mitchell, he looked at me. "Suck me off."

Despite my best attempts, I don't think I succeeded in wiping the disgusted look off my face. I was used to having sex with unattractive people, but that smell... Was I allowed to plug my nose without offending him? I closed my eyes, telling myself that I needed to do this.

He shuffled, making the bed groan under his weight. Would the legs of the bed be able to hold the weight of all three of us? Well, we were about to find out. As Cherry climbed over him, I sat down and looked between his legs. It took everything in my soul not to gag. His pubic hair was like a jungle, and there was a white crust sticking several patches together. Swallowing hard, I tried to breathe out of my mouth, but the moment my tongue was near his stubby little shaft, bile rose in my throat.

I jerked back, covering my face and shaking my head. "Nope. I can't." Puke filled my mouth, making my cheeks puff out until I could swallow it back down. "I'm out. I'll take the shackles."

Mitchell bolted upright, practically tossing Cherry against the wall. "We had a deal!"

"Man, do you even know what water is? It's that clear wet stuff you're supposed to wash with!" The bile was coming back, so I snapped my mouth shut.

He bounced, making the bed creak dangerously. He had to do a sort of humorous sit-up to get to his feet. "The deal is off! I'm going to let everyone know you two were planning on hacking this place!"

Cherry got to her feet, snatched something off a shelf, and rushed the man. Only when she pressed the item against the man's quadruple chin did I realize it was a knife. "Sit your fat ass down!"

Seconds later, the front door loudly burst open, and a very angry-looking Vic stormed into the bedroom. I had to admit, the way he came charging in was kind of a turn-on. "What's going on?"

"I couldn't do it," I blurted out. Just the thought of putting my face close to Mitchell's junk had the stomach acid churning once more.

"Oh, Mitchell's going to help us either way," Cherry snapped. "Otherwise, I'm going to stab him in the fucking neck."

Even in the dim lighting, I could see the sweat start to collect on Mitchell's forehead. "You aren't going to kill me. They'd toss you over the wall!"

"Would they?" A dark smile crossed Cherry's face. "There are three witnesses that will testify that you tried to rape him." She pointed toward me. "His sponsor will make you disappear. You may even become ground-up meat for the citizens of the Slog."

"Exactly. You held him down, and my girlfriend and I walked in on it," Vic growled. God damn, he was sexy when he was pissed.

"You're going to get those records. Right fucking now."

Mitchell scowled but began pulling on his pants anyway before walking out of the room.

Cherry kept the knife to the back of his head. But I doubted she needed to. It wasn't like the fat man could outrun any of us. Silently, we headed down the stairs and past the dancefloor to Trevor's office. I punched in a passcode, praying Hobbs hadn't changed it when the place was built. The light on the door handle turned green, and I breathed a massive sigh of relief.

At knifepoint, Cherry led Mitchell to the computer. He held up a small thumb drive device. "This is a master key. Once inserted, it should be able to get around any security on thecomputer." He stuck it into the side of the keyboard, and the glass monitor woke. The first security wall popped up. Instantly, a password was autogenerated, and the main screen was accessible.

The longer the process took, the more nervous I got. All the staff was gone, and Trevor would be passed out for the rest of the night, but I was still on edge. He conducted a lot of private business deals, and most clients wouldn't risk working with someone who might gather blackmail material on them, so Trevor wouldn't have cameras in the office.

"I need a glacom," muttered Mitchell.

Vic pulled out his. A glacom was a thin glass communication device. It could make regular calls and video calls, send messages, access social media, and download files from computers.

Mitchell hovered the glacom over a sensor spot on the side of the monitor, triggering a hologram pop-up with an arrow pointing to the com. After a few minutes, the hologram changed to a thumbs-up. The transfer was done. "I downloaded anything financial. You will have to dig through it yourself and see what you can find."

"Okay, now get the fuck out," Cherry ordered. She never once set the knife down.

"It's five AM. Where am I supposed to go?"

"Walking is good for you. If you aren't gone in the next five fucking minutes, Starburst is going to call the authorities, and we…" She pointed the knife between her and Vic. "...are going to collaborate. Got me, puddin'?"

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