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The music was blaring over the speakers, so I did my best to shout over the sound. “This is a fucking stripper party!”

Lana cringed next to me, grabbing her stomach, as the same conclusion punched her in the gut.

“Did that guy think you were a stripper or something?!” That would explain why he had invited her in the first place.

She smashed her head against her hand in embarrassment.

Turning to her, I grabbed her arm ready to shake the life out of her. “What the fuck, Lana?!”

“Look! She seems normal like us.” She pointed hopefully to a girl who was decently covered up, unlike the others. She held a bottle of champagne in her hand. Before I could register what she was about to do, she poured champagne down the body of another woman dressed in lingerie as an ogre of a man bent down to slurp the liquid up from under her tits.Jesus.

No, thanks. “I’m out of here.” I turned on my heels to leave.

“Come on.” Lana moved in front of my way to stop me. “Let’s just find my friend and stay for five minutes.” The desperation in her wide eyes yet again succeeded in softening my heart.

I couldn’t just abandon her. This party was way too wild for her gullible self to handle alone.

“Ugh, fine. Five minutes!” I repeated.

She searched the room desperately since the imaginary timer that was her best friend was already counting down the seconds until it was time to go. “See! There he is!” She bolted for herfriendwithout even waiting for me.

I was already so over this night that I didn’t follow her. I’d just hang back, and then drag her out of here when her time was up. And yes, I was keeping track of the time.

Noticing a flight of stairs that led to what seemed like a quieter level of the penthouse, I squeezed through the crowd to get to the far end of the room. It was stuffy inside from all the people around me, so I took off my jacket to allow my skin to breathe. My arms and chest were already sweaty from all the body heat that enveloped me.

A large hand on my ass stopped me in my tracks. “Where are you off to, sweetie?” a voice so thick and revolting sounded in my ear.

I made a note of his position in reference to my body from the way his hand fell on my ass. As a dancer, I could figure out the position of a partner without even seeing them, based on a single touch. It was my area of expertise, understanding placement and anticipating the next move. Even if I couldn’t see his whole body clearly, I could sense how tall he was from how his rancid breath fell on my neck. I painted a picture in my head of how he must have been standing behind me.

Before the disgusting excuse for a man could get in another word, I spun around and used the force from the right side of my body to swing forward and clock him right in the nose. My aim was impeccable, and my punch was strong enough to leave him stunned. He’d fucked with the wrong girl. I left him in a crowd of his friends hooting and hollering at the show I had just given them.

I took the stairs up to the upper level. Maybe I could just find a quiet room and play that farming game on my phone and hide from Mr. Hands until it was time to go. With less people up here, I instantly felt my shoulders relax.

There were a few doors along the hallway to choose from, but they were all closed. I didn’t want to intrude any more than the guests downstairs already had, so I opted for the farthest door, at the end of the hall, which was half-opened.

I was about to knock on the door just in case anyone was inside, but a soft moan stopped me—or rather, two. They both sounded feminine. Like it was a car accident that I couldn’t avoid watching, I quietly pushed the door in and stepped over the threshold.

The luxurious room was dimly lit by lamps on either side of the bed. A woman knelt on the oversized bed. She was naked except for a black G-string that barely covered the flesh between her legs. Her breasts were perfectly shaped—too perfect. The way they rested, roundly inflated on her chest, and her small nipples pointed at an unrealistic angle led me to believe they were the result of an expensive boob job. Her long, dark hair flowed along the sides of her chest. She ran her hands through the roots of her locks and down through the length before smoothing them over her tits. Her fingers moved lazily lower, to the fabric covering the flesh between her legs.

Another figure sat up on the bed, clad in a red satin bra and matching thong. Her brown hair was shorter than the other woman’s and styled into an angular bob that framed her high cheekbones.

Both women were insanely beautiful, like the type that posed for one of those high-end men’s magazines. My body was lean and muscular, nowhere near as curvy as the bodies in front of me. My breasts were miniscule from training over the years, so I envied the fullness that belonged to the women, even if it was natural.Grass is always greener…

The woman with the short hair planted her hands on either side of the long-haired woman’s hips. Short Hair moved in to press kisses over her partner’s belly, right above the waistband of her G-string. Her hands moved down Long Hair’s thighs, stroking smooth skin that shined in the light.

Short Hair rose to her knees, so that the two women were eye-to-eye. They closed the distance between them, locking their lips together. They were a mess of lips and tongues in a way that I had only ever seen in pornos. I shouldn’t be here, but still, I couldn’t look away.

Long Hair slid her hands behind Short Hair’s back and undid the clasp of her bra, then threw it behind them. Both women burst into a fit of giggles as they turned their heads toward the headboard. When they moved apart, I saw who they were putting on a show for.

A figure so tall and broad that it could only belong to a man laying between them. I hadn’t seen him because his legs were under the white sheet that now covered only up to hip level. His tanned torso was on full display, boasting an impressive six-pack that was so chiseled, my mouth watered as I traced each firm groove with my eyes. The muscles on his arms were too defined for someone who was lying back and not exerting any effort.

His face wasn’t disappointing either. A wash of dark facial hair covered his angular jaw. Thick black hair sat mussed on his head. But his eyes…they were the most captivating thing about him. Dark, like the night, and just as mysterious. Behind them hid the kind of wickedness that only came out to play after midnight, when the rest of the world was asleep.

God, I should have left. My eyes weren’t prepared to witness this. But I couldn’t tear them away from the powerful figure that lay before me, like a king waiting to be entertained.

The women focused their attention on the god between them. Long Hair moved up to his face, shoving her tongue between his lips, while Short Hair sprinkled kisses along his abs.

I shouldn’t be here, yet the pulsing between my legs kept me from moving. All logic said that I should have been appalled that one man needed two women to get off. However, the voyeur in me begged me to stay.

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