Page 91 of The Gentlemen's Club

“Hello!” Dima’s voice startled Chris, who hadn’t noticed him opening the door.

Still panting, Oscar slipped out. “What do you want?”

“I came to check that everything’s okay.”

“No one asked you to check.” Oscar walked toward the nightstand where his clothes lay.

“I’m being a good host.”

“You are thehelp, not the host.” He put on his clothes while his sticky semen slowly slid down Chris’s inner thighs.

“Are you done here?” Dima asked.

“We are.”

“Do you mind if I have him next?”

Oscar frowned. “And why would I allow that?”

“Tobias said it was okay.”

“Oh, well, then by all means, let me roll out the red carpet for you.”

“Oh, don’t be mean. We have unfinished business me and... her. You made her look so pretty.”

Oscar chuckled and glanced at Chris. “Well, who am I to stand in the way of unfinished business. Ethan, grab your clothes and come with me downstairs. Let’s drink Tobias’s expensive wine.”

“I’m not leaving him here.”

“You’re not his babysitter. Let’s give those two some privacy. I’m sure that Dima knows to keep things safe.” He added a warning to his tone.

“Of course!”

Ethan exchanged a look with Chris, who nodded his approval. Yes, he was terrified of staying alone with Dima, but he was more worried about having their cover blown so close to the finish line.

Ethan grabbed his clothes and walked out of the room with Oscar.

*

With the door closed, Dima came closer. They watched each other in silence, and Chris remembered how satisfying it had been using the Taser on the man’s crotch, watching the shock on his face before he crashed on the ground.

Dima’s eyes traveled down Chris’s body. “You look like a Russian whore. I’ve seen enough to know.” He took out his phone. “We need some music.”

So they won’t hear me scream?

But the music was a soft electro beat, not loud enough to prevent his shouts from carrying. Dima placed his phone at the foot of the bed. When he came back, Chris instinctively tensed. He needed to remind himself that Dima wouldn’t do anything that might jeopardize the deal.

“Do you like to dance?”

“What?”

Dima wrapped his arms around Chris’s lower back and started to sway. “I like dancing with pretty girls.”

Chris forced his body to unclench so he could sway with Dima. It was humiliating, but getting punched would be worse.

“You are lovely.” Dima kissed Chris’s shoulder. “I like you more than the other one. He’s too big. Well, for now.”

For now?

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