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I may have used their finest dinnerware, but their cutlery and napkins are from a novelty sex shop.Yep, they’ll be using dick-shaped forks to scoop store-bought pasta into their mouths.

As practiced, the instant we enter the dining room, Jack the butler, Tyler the housekeeper, Harmon the server, and Ace the chef enter from the other side.

“Allow me to introduce you to our new team.Their job is to make our lives as easy as possible.And I decided on their uniforms too.Aren't they wonderful?"

Their uniform consists of their overly buff torsos, bare and gleaming with oils and purple glitter, and wearing nothing but tight, sparkly purple hot pants.

Jack is not a butler.Tyler is not a housekeeper.Harmon is not a server.And Ace is not a chef.Rather, they’re known as Jupiter Balls, Truck Lust, Hammer Master, and Adonis, respectively.

Because they’re strippers.

Chapter Seven

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Camden

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Oh, this little minx.We could easily overlook the purple monstrosity she turned our home into, even though my eyes still cringe from all the chintziness.If that was her way of getting back at us, we’d be glad she got it out of her system.It was a good one, despite Wesley, the neat freak among us, nearly losing it at the sight of our penthouse.I couldn’t help but laugh at him, trying not to express how he really felt.

But then this beauty, draped in a fur coat and thick jewelry, with sultry makeup, a sleek black dress underneath, and stilettos, looking like the wife of a mob boss, played us again.Although if being a mob boss' wife is a fantasy of hers, we can easily be her three mob boss husbands.Power is power.She just has to say the word.

But I choke on my laughter when we enter the dining room, and she introduces us to the staff she hired.What the hell?She hired four strippers pretending to be a butler, a housekeeper, a server, and a chef, with their dicks nearly hanging out of their goddamn shorts, all for her viewing pleasure.

Now that’s something even I don't find funny.She’s ours.She gets off on guys choking the blood supply off from their dicks in shorts and wearing glitter?All she has to do is ask.Not fucking this.

It takes us two minutes to throw Jackass Jupiter, Troll Truck Lust, Halfwit Hammer Master, and Asshat Adonis out the door.They’re lucky it wasn’t the window of the penthouse.

“I’ll be sure to come and see your show next week, Jupiter, Truck, Hammer, and Ace,” she yells from behind us.

The fuck she will, even if we have to tie her to our bed.It’s about damn time we make our stance clear to her.The little vixen seems confused about the issue.We married her because she fucking belongs to us.From the first moment we set our eyes on a mere photo of her, she was ours.

Her sweet caramel-colored eyes, spotted with gold brazenness.Her long eyelashes.Her perfect, kissable mouth.Her lovely, slender, feminine jaw.One look at that image where she seemed to refuse to smile, and she gripped us by the fucking balls and wouldn’t let go.It all happened in an instant.

Then we met her in person, and fuck, I speak for all three of us when I say we can still feel her teeth sinking into our balls, unyielding as she makes us bow to her.

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