Page 11 of 3 Times the Heat

Tamara turns to look at me, eyelashes fluttering as she blinks a couple of times, clearly confused. “So, you want me to become a cocktail waitress at the Merovingian? I know that the Corinthian is a rival, but is this really necessary? There are plenty of waitresses here. You don’t need to steal Stone Thompson’s staff.”

The three of us cut her off with loud laughs that seem to catch her off guard.

“No, sweetheart,” Chris chuckles, shaking his head at her. “Sorry, we didn’t explain it right. You won’t be working if you come to the Merovingian. At least not in the traditional sense.”

Now, Tamara looks even more confused, a pout on her plush lips.

“What do you mean by that?” she queries.

“You’ll have this penthouse all to yourself,” Dane explains, waving his hand around the lavish space. “And you'll have full access to the spa, gym, restaurants, and shops at the Merovingian. If you want to pay a visit to the casino and have some fun, you can. You want to visit the bar and enjoy some drinks? You can. You’ll have access to everything, sweetheart. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

Now, Tamara looks utterly nonplussed.

“But?” she asks. “There must be a catch. I wasn’t born yesterday.”

Dane chuckles and nods.

“Yes, you’re right. You’ll have to provide for us in return.”

“Okay. Doing what?” she raises a brow.

The three of us share another look.

“You’ll need to be available to the three of us—andonlythe three of us—24/7,” Dane says in a smooth voice. “So what do you think, sweetheart?”

Tamara stares at us, her brown eyes disbelieving.

“Okay, I think I’m missing some details. What do you mean by‘available’to you at all times?”

“We mean that you’ll be our personal plaything,” I growl, as the pretty girl’s eyes snap back over to me.

“Personal plaything?” she echoes with disbelief. “Are you for real?”

I nod.

“Listen, we’re not looking for a girlfriend, a wife, or anything serious that could lead to marriage or even a real relationship. Instead, what we’re looking for is access. Access to a very special woman that we can enjoy as often as we please. All three of us, at once. And we’re willing to pay for that access. You would be living in the lap of luxury here at the Merovingian Hotel. For free of course.”

“And we’ll even throw in a stipend,” Chris adds in a casual tone. “How about ten thousand dollars in cash every week, on top of the food, lodging, and whatever else that your pretty little heart desires? Would that work for you, sweetheart?”

Tamara stares at the three of us, her jaw on the ground.

“So let me just get this straight,” she says in a disbelieving voice. “What you mean is that you want a woman to do gangbangs with you, whenever you feel like it.”

“Well,” Dane hems and haws. “Maybe not exactly a gangbang,” he begins. But then he bites his lip as he looks between Chris and me. “Well, okay,maybethat’s fundamentally what we want. But the word ‘gangbang’ is a little over the top because there are only three of us, and you know how gangbangs are. There can be fifty or a hundred guys using a woman to the max.”

“Oh, yeah, that makes it better,” Tamara says in a droll voice.

Chris sighs.

“Look, we would never demean you without reason,” he states in a serious tone. “But yes, you would take all three of us at once, if the moment calls for it. We could use you separately, apart, be in the same room, or plug you full every which way if that’s what we want.”

“If that’s whatyouwant,” Tamara echoes in a low voice.

I nod.

“Yes. That’s the key. You do what we want, and we pay you for access to your beautiful body, Tamara. That’s what we want.”

She bites her lip, looking to the side.

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