Page 1 of Room Twenty-Seven: Theirs to Punish

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Lilly

I am not a prostitute.At least that’s what I’m trying to tell myself as I sit at the Club Sin bar, waiting to find someone to have sex with… for money.

Okay, I know that sounds exactly like prostitution, but Club Sin doesn’t really see it that way, so why should I? This is a simple business arrangement. One time, and done. As the hostess explained, the men here don’t pay for the sex. They pay for the convenience.

Nervously, I shift on my barstool and glance over at the woman next to me. Monica—a busty blonde in a skintight dress— has clearly done this before. Her confidence is intimidating. I, however, am very much new to this club or any sexual activities for that matter.

If it weren’t for the eviction notice and giant stack of overdue bills, I would definitely not be here. Judging by Monica's expensive clothes and jewelry, I doubt she needs the money as badly as I do. Plus, she’s so giddy. I wouldn’t be surprised if she does this purely for fun.

“Ladies,” the hostess startles me when she seemingly appears out of nowhere. “Someone came in looking for a woman, but I don’t know if either one of you would be up for it.”

“Oh, tell me more,” Monica coos.

I suppress an eye roll. “What do you mean, up for it?”

“Well, there are three men.”

“Three? That’s perfect.” Monica claps her hands together before pointing her thumb at me. “She can take one, and I’ll take two.”

“No, you don’t understand. They want to have an arrangement together. One woman with the three of them. You get paid triple the amount for the same time spent in a room upstairs.”

I almost fall off the chair. Monica, on the other hand, beams with excitement. “Three at once? Fuck yeah!”

“I told them we had two ladies available to play. We’ll let them meet both of you. They’re signing the paperwork now, but they’ll head over here once they finish and pick which of you they would like to spend the night with.”

My heart sinks. There’s no way they’ll pick me over her. I’m both disappointed and relieved. Not coming home with cash to pay my bills will be devastating, but having sex with three guys at the same time sounds like an impossible undertaking, especially for me.

Glancing at the clock behind the bar, I realize it’s already midnight. What are the chances of someone else coming in tonight? Probably slim to none.

“Maybe I should just leave,” I murmur, more to myself than anyone else. Neither one of them seems to hear me over the music anyway. I should go home and pack up my apartment. Maybe find a nice spot under a bridge.

“Here are two of them now,” the hostess announces, just as two guys walk up.

I only get one glimpse at them before I lower my head to stare at my lap. That one glimpse is enough to realize what the hostess meant earlier. Those guys don’t pay for sex because they’re good looking enough to date any woman they want. But dates cost time and energy, while Club Sin is convenient. There are no strings attached or social etiquette hoops to jump through here. Just sex, that’s all.

“Well hello, you two handsome fellas,” Monica greets in an over-the-top sultry voice.

“Good evening, ladies,” one of the guys addresses both of us.

Not wanting to be rude, I force my shyness down and lift my head to smile at them. They are even more handsome close-up. Both men are at least six feet tall, well built, and dressed in sleek dark suits, accentuating their broad shoulders. My cheeks heat, and a nervous giggle bubbles up my throat.

I’m normally not like this at all. I’m not usually shy, but this is different because this involves being vulnerable and intimate. You could say intimacy is my weak spot.

Monica gets up from her chair to stand in front of the guy to our right. “I’m Monica, it’s so nice to meet you. You’re going to have so much fun with me,” she flirts, daringly running her palm over his chest.

“You can call me Bane. This is my business partner, Lucca,” he introduces them. “My brother will join us at any moment.”

Monica has both guys’ full attention, making me seriously consider slipping away. They probably wouldn’t notice. Bane holds his arm out for her, and she loops hers inside.

“I can see you hit it off,” the hostess cheers. “We have room 27 ready for you.”

“Thank you, Natalia.” Bane gives her a dismissive nod. “We’ll go ahead and head upstairs. Please let my brother know what room we’ll be in.”

“No,” a deep voice cuts in. A third man walks up, stopping right in front of me. His sheer presence has my stomach in knots. Something about him is off. “We’re taking her.” He lifts his chin toward me. His green eyes lock with mine, and I’m stunned by the anger in them.

My mouth goes dry. Why is he so angry? More importantly, why does he want me?

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