“Tonight, we do.”
We all took another drink, and I eyed Bobby, handsome and already a little glassy-eyed.
“Are you sure he should be drinking?” I asked Doc.
“He’ll be fine, Pryntsesa,” Adriano said. “He’s a brave boy. Even if he’s a little old to get his first bullet wound.”
Doc cackled. “Holy shit, it is.Salut.”
He and Bobby tapped glasses as I gaped at my boyfriends. “You guys have all been shot?”
“Obviously,” Adriano said smugly.
Doc tapped his thigh. “Right here, baby.”
I turned to Eli. “What about you?”
He rolled his liquid dark eyes. “Of course, I’ve never been shot. Bullet none since ’91.”
“You were born in ’88, you old fuck,” Doc said. “But now you’re the odd one out. Sure, you don’t want a little one?”
“Very.”
“Then it’s time to move on to the next item on the party agenda.” Doc gave me a slow considering look. “I want to see our little angel on all fours.”
My hands rose to my hair, loose and fluffy from the lack of safe house conditioner. “I… Right now?”
“I don’t see why not.” Doc raised his glass of whiskey to me. “But take everything off first, Tesorina. Get ’em out or get out.”
I looked to the others and from their blank, heavy-lidded expressions, I knew they were more than game. I lifted my cotton T-shirt over my head and my heart started beating like a drum. Thankfully, the liquor chased away any anxieties I might have had about my lack of makeup or sexy lingerie. It was good to feel wanted, to think about nothing but what might happen when I was naked.
“Bra,” Doc demanded. “And do it slow, like the wannabe stripper you are.”
My pussy fluttered, fast as my heartbeat and I was glad he was being a dick, it meant I could be submissive. Quiet. Eager to please. All of my new favorite things. I unclasped my bra and let it tumble off, the cups peeling slowly away from my breasts.
Adriano let out a small grunt.
“Those things could kill a man,” Eli said, raising his scotch to toast my breasts.
“And one day they surely will,” Doc said. “Turn around and lose the pants, baby girl.”
As I peeled off my jeans it occurred to me that none of them were sitting the way they usually were when we played. There was an order, a hierarchy to the way my men took me, some coming forward, others hanging back. This time they were all still there, standing around me like hungry wolves.
“Panties,” Bobby said. “Show me that perfect ass.”
I let my pink underwear fall to the floor and clutched my hands to my chest, playing at being the shy, self-conscious girl I was a year ago. I got the response I wanted, they drew closer, circling me like schoolyard bullies.
Doc snapped his fingers at the floor. “Knees.”
I knelt and they all towered over me, closing in like a living wall. For a moment, we stayed that way, me looking up at them, them looking at me, fully clothed, teeth bared.
“You know what we’ve never done,” Doc said in a conversational tone. “Cum all over her at once.”
“But—” I began, and Doc pushed a finger to my lips. “You’re done talking, Tits.”
I closed my mouth as Doc unbuttoned his jeans. “Get them out, boys.”
I watched as all of them followed suit, producing four, thick, blood-darkened cocks.
