“Next batch, come on in,” Ruby Morgan, our supervisor, called out. Several girls and I entered the private room. Under the sultry, dim lights, we lined up and greeted the men lounging on the sofas. “Hey there!” I undid a button on my collar, revealing my collarbones and deep cleavage, flaunting my figure to the maximum. It could significantly up my chances of getting picked. My figure was pretty good. I was a D cup and my fiancé couldn’t get enough of me every night. As for other men, as long as they were normal and interested, none could resist my charm. For instance, at that time, I could feel the intense stares of the men across from me, all hungry to devour me whole. Tonight, I’d be raking in some good cash. “Everyone heads up so the customers can get a good look,” Ruby commanded. I smoothed my bangs and lifted my head, flashing a sweet smile, ready for the clients’ selections. Inwardly praying, I hoped this time it would be a hunky, strong man picking me. The last customer was not only ugly but couldn’t even last a minute on his own. I had to lend a hand, and he finished even quicker than my fiancé. Lost in thought, I was suddenly startled by a voice of surprise. “Lily?” I almost jumped when I heard this voice. It was my fiancé’s voice. I turned my gaze, and there, in the shadowy nook of the sofa, sat my fiancé, Max Alby. His eyes bore a mix of shock and disbelief as they met mine. I stood frozen, my mind reeling. How on earth did he end up here? My side job at the nightclub was caught by him! I panicked, feeling like a cheating spouse caught red-handed, desperate to flee. I just wanted to run out the door. But under Max’s piercing stare, I found myself rooted to the spot, too ashamed to even meet his eyes. “Max? Do you know her?” the man beside him inquired, breaking the tense silence. My heart raced. What if Max were to erupt right here and now, causing a scene? I held my breath, waiting for his response. To my relief, though visibly enraged, he managed to maintain his composure. He turned away, mustering a forced smile. “No, mistook her for someone else.” He didn’t want to expose my identity in front of his friends, as it would be too embarrassing. After all, if it got out that his fiancée worked as a hostess in a nightclub and his fathers stumbled upon her, he’d probably never live it down. I felt even more guilty. “If you don’t know her, then I’ll take her!” the man named Shane declared, his eyes burning with desire. “She’s one in a million. To miss out on her would be a lifelong regret.” Max’s expression stiffened, his smile strained. “Daddy，Today’s your treat, so naturally, you get first pick.” What! This man is not his friend but his father!
Shane laughed, pulling me into his embrace. He is a large man with broad shoulders, big hands, and a handsome, deep face.He looks like in his thirties, about a decade older than me. I had initially planned to sit further away from Max to avoid any awkwardness, but Shane forcefully pulled me over, seating me between him and Max. A regular in such settings, he wasted no time in wrapping his arm around my waist and boldly groping my chest. Shane’s hand massaged first one and then my other breast, his fingers continuously rubbing my tender wet nipples. And his eyes fixated on my cleavage as he explored. I stood there, frozen, unable to bring myself to even glance back at Max. I could only imagine the grim expression on his face, boiling with anger. It was agonizing to think that my body, meant solely for him, was now being handled by his father, right under his nose… Max and I had been college sweethearts, He proposed to me a while ago. He hasn’t had a chance to tell his family yet. Though our intimate life lacked harmony, with him needing assistance to satisfy me each time, we were otherwise deeply in love. I never wanted to resort to this line of work, knowing it would betray him. But I’m in a bad financial situation, after much internal struggle, I decided to work at the nightclub a few months ago, all behind Max’s back. He was traditional, and discovering the truth would shatter him. Yet tonight, he caught me in the act, and to make matters worse, I was chosen by his father… Feeling utterly helpless and on the verge of tears, I couldn’t fathom how I would explain myself to him later. In no time, Max also picked a girl. We kicked off with drinks while Max shared old college anecdotes. And about Shane, I’d heard Max mention him before. He was a wealthy man with a lot of cash, and Max apparently owed him some money. Shane was not only wealthy but also tall and handsome. Normally, I wouldn’t mind indulging in a little flirtation with him, but with Max right there beside me, my mind was elsewhere. So much so that when we started playing games, I lost in the very first round. According to the rules, the loser had to get cozy with their partner. I was asked to lock lips with Shane for a solid three minutes while holding a mouthful of alcohol.
How could I do it? I wanted to protest, but Shane didn’t give me a chance to refuse. He took a swig of alcohol, then grabbed my head and went in for the kiss. His kissing skills were impressively adept, prying open my lips and passionately exploring, mixing his saliva with the alcohol in my mouth. In the heated ambiance of ambiguity and alcohol, I almost found myself succumbing. But then I caught sight of Max’s darkening expression out of the corner of my eye, and I snapped back to reality. I tried to push Shane away, but his grip was too firm, and I couldn’t break free. It wasn’t until three long minutes had passed, and I was struggling to catch my breath, that he finally released me. “Bravo!” The others applauded. “I’m not good at this game. Carry on without me,” Max muttered with a hint of anger and left the game. The others shrugged it off, assuming he wasn’t into it and continued playing. I felt utterly terrible and wanted to leave, but they wouldn’t let me. And to top it off, luck seemed to desert me as I kept losing one after another, forced into various suggestive acts with Shane, his hands even finding their way under my clothes. He practically explored every inch of my body except for the most intimate areas. The other two men also joined in, trying to take advantage of me while drinking, especially the creepy one who insisted on sitting way too close. Looking at his pockmarked face up close almost made me want to retch. I desperately hoped Max would come to my rescue. But there he sat, silently nursing his drink, watching as three men took advantage of me. Anger flashed in his eyes, but he held it back. Maybe he feared the embarrassment of my identity being revealed… As I drank more and more, I became increasingly dizzy and my vision became blurry. I found myself leaning heavily against Shane, feeling the overwhelming presence of his masculinity. At some point, his shirt disappeared, unveiling a set of abs that made Max’s look pale in comparison. I couldn’t help but wonder if his sexual prowess surpassed Max’s. Thinking of this, I squirmed, feeling sticky between my legs. Suddenly, a hand slipped under my skirt. The rough touch of two fingers sent shivers through me, urging me to delve deeper. Startled, I protested, “No, don’t touch there.” Beside us, Max, who had been silently drinking, suddenly glanced over. “Look at you, getting all worked up and still saying no. You little slut, quit the act. Let me give you what you want,” Shane sneered, pushing me down with my head on Max’s lap. “Max, she’s yours from the top. Let’s enjoy this together.” Shane grinned, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. In an instant, I felt a fiery sensation engulf me as he entered…
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