Page 15 of Room Twenty-Three: Tangled & Teased

The manager interrupts. “She isn’t seen leaving the club. We’ve checked every camera.” His throat ripples as he swallows.

Beau shakes his head. “There’s no footage of her leaving.”

“I wish there was.” The manager sighs. “I know what it looks like.”

I turn back to Erin, who is now watching a redhead straddling over a man’s lap as she grinds her hips against his cock. The woman takes his cigar, gives him a sultry smile, and sucks provocatively.

The man takes back his cigar with one hand and drops it beside him before he grips the woman’s neck, pulling her closer to him and sliding two fingers past her lips. He whispers into her ear all the things he wants to do.

The hand on her neck skates down her spine, traveling over each bump of her naked flesh before his fingers push under the hem of her panties.

Erin shuffles in her chair, trying to watch the auction ahead, but her gaze keeps shifting to the couple who aren’t shy about their antics. She only needs to look beyond them and she would see much more to make her squirm.

“Let’s look at the last room that Miss Costini entered.” Beau’s voice raises over the noise of the room. He twists and stares at Erin. “She has to come too.”

“I’ll get her,” I say, but Jove beats me to it, reaching her before I have the chance to get off my stool.

He presses his hand on her shoulder, making her jump. “Sorry to disrupt your viewing, but we have to go.” His voice is loud enough to travel to me.

She pushes her chair out and turns. Her cheeks flushed the most beautiful shade of pink. I wait for her to reach my side. “You like to watch?”

“No.”

I laugh as she crosses her arms over her chest, making her already large tits plump up and look enormous. She gives me a huff and strides ahead to the caged elevator.

“We’re going in there?” she asks. Eyes wide.

I smile. “Get in. It’s safe.”

I’d never put her in danger.

The elevator grinds to a stop on the floor where the girl was last seen. I side-eye Erin as we pass an open room. Inside there’s a tall blonde lady on her hands and knees. A man is fucking her throat, while another is deep in her ass.

Erin’s feet falter until she grinds to a halt and stares inside the room and then at the audience they already have. Her eyes widen as her feet slowly pick up the pace.

I don’t blame her. The scene inside was sexy as fuck, seeing the woman’s mascara staining her cheeks and her eyes rolling back as she moans in ecstasy. I’d like to be in a room in this club, instead of working.

Preferably with Erin.

“Have you been to places like this before?” Erin asks. Her footsteps slow as she waits for my response.

I nod. “Yeah. We’ve been to a few clubs like this when we’ve needed...” I hesitate as her mouth drops open. “Relief.”

“We. Do you mean together or that you pick a girl each?”

“We’re a team, Erin. In these clubs, we get what we want.” That’s it Atty. Put it out there.

I stand and wait for her reaction.

Could Erin be the one for us?

Would she be interested in the three of us?

I won’t tell her we are members of Club Sin, frequenting the London branch in between jobs. But as we get older and busier with our business, our time there is diminishing.

It was the reason we got this job. The manager of Club Sin in London knew our line of work and asked us to investigate. The New Orleans press don’t know that Bambi Costini was last seen in the club, only that the poor girl has gone missing.

It might be true. She might have gone missing somewhere else, but the footage definitely shows her in the club, which means Club Sin has clients who could be very dangerous.

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