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“I’m aware. Not much I can do about it right now. Can’t risk anyone walking in, or hearing us. It doesn’t feel right to go get Kiki and ask her to hide in the bathroom while we fuck. Not after that sweet girl was in here.”

Reno sighs. “Go get in the shower and yank one out. It’s better than nothing.”

“Fine.” I tossed off the sheet and padded into the bathroom. Before I shut the door, Reno had to get in one parting shot.

“Just think of your cock buried in Ginger’s pussy while I’m pounding your ass. That should help you get off.”

I flipped him off, and the fucker just laughs. I didn’t bother shutting the door. After I turned on the shower and the water heated, I got in and left the curtain open. If Reno wanted to play dirty, I’d gladly give him a show.

Slicking my hand with soap, I stroked my cock from root to tip. Long, firm, slow strokes. Bracing a hand against the wall, I hung my head and closed my eyes. Fuck if I didn’t picture the very thing he’d said. Ginger under me, her eyes wide and expressive as I slid into her tight little pussy. Reno’s fingers in my ass as he prepped me.

I pumped my hips, my cock sliding into my fist, as I imagined it was Ginger I fucked instead of my palm. Her little tits would bounce with every thrust. Then I’d slide in balls deep as Reno entered me. My ass clenched at the mere thought of him fucking me.

I yanked my dick faster and harder, not wanting to prologue this any longer. Anyone could walk in, and then we’d have some explaining to do. Like why Reno was lounging in the bed watching me masturbate. I groaned as I came, thick white ropes of cum splattering the tiled wall.

My chest heaved as I opened my eyes. Except my cock didn’t get softer. If anything, it remained hard as a fucking rock. Why? Because I was now picturing sweet Ginger on her knees with my dick in my mouth.

Fuck my life. I was going to have blue balls before the night was over, all because of a redheaded little vixen.

I glanced at Reno and caught him licking his lips as he stroked his own cock. Mine jerked in response and I wrapped my fingers around it again. This time, we got off together. Not as fun as sucking each other off, or outright fucking, but it was still pretty hot.

“We need a woman,” I said after I came again.

Reno nodded. “We do. And soon. I’m tired of sneaking around.”

“Let’s see what Vegas does with Ginger. Might have to bring her up here several times before we can make a move and ask the Pres if we can keep her. And that’s only if she agrees. She may not want to be a permanent part of a trio.”

He shrugged. “If she doesn’t, we’ll just find someone else. Maybe someone outside the club.”

I wasn’t sure I had enough patience for that. It could take weeks. Months. Hell, maybe even years. No, Ginger was our best bet. I only hoped I could convince her we were the best shot she had at surviving this place.

I’d do anything to make her ours.

Ginger

Leaving Bronx and Reno made me nervous. I stood in front of Vegas again, trying not to fidget. The man intimidated the hell out of me, mostly because he had the power to ruin my life. Well, not entirely ruin it. Just mess it up more than it already had been.

“Did Bronx and Reno give a report?” Vegas asked his VP.

“They seemed pleased with her. Any other tests you want to give her?”

Vegas slid his gaze over me. “Take her into the main part of the clubhouse. Strip her then put her on the table. Let’s see what the others make of her.”

I could do this. I had to. I fisted my hands at my sides and took a calming breath. I’d thought Houston was going to walk me out of here, but I was wrong. He reached out and started removing my clothes, leaving only my shoes on. Then he tossed me over his shoulder and walked out of the office.

I glanced up at Vegas and saw him smirking as I was carried away like a sack of potatoes. I didn’t know what to expect when I got out to the main area. Whatever happened, I’d endure it. I didn’t have a choice if I wanted to survive. Besides, I’d been through much worse.

Houston eased me down onto my feet and I looked around. A few people were watching us, but most hadn’t spared me a glance. He pointed to the table. “Lie back. Knees bent and spread open.”

I hurried to obey, thinking I was grateful he at least hadn’t tied me down. Not that I planned to run. He snapped his fingers at a man, who rushed over.

“You need something VP?”

“Prospect, we have a new club girl to break in. Make sure she’s prepped.”

Houston took a step back and folded his arms, keeping an eye on us. The one he’d called Prospect dropped to his knees and placed his hand on my inner thighs. Spreading me open even wider, he leaned over and ran his tongue up my slit. My eyes went wide when I realized what the VP had meant.

The guy between my legs parted the lips of my pussy and tongued my clit. It only took a few strokes before I was coming. He thrust his tongue into me, pumping it in and out several times before he backed off. What the hell was going on? My gaze shot over to Houston. But he was watching the man and not me.

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