The intercom buzzes. “She’s gone, boss,” Laz, the security guy, says. “I’ve registered her plates. If she shows up again, the boys’ll bar her.”
Doc pounds the intercom button. “Good. Lock up and get out of here.”
“Will do.”
Doc stomps to his office door and locks it, then he turns around fiddling with his phone. He props it against a water glass on the desk, arranging it so it’s pointed right at me. I see my own face on the screen, startled and still a little flushed from dancing.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“FaceTime.”
The screen blinks and I see Bobby in front of his laptop with a glass of wine, shoulder to shoulder with Adriano and Eli who are on their phones. Bobby scowls into the camera. “Valente, this better be—”
His face brightens as he spots me. “Hey, baby girl. How are you?”
I feel a rush of relief at his calm, familiar voice. “I’m okay but—”
“Shut up, Bassilotta,” Doc tells Bobby. “You wanna watch our girl get fucked?”
An evil smile quickly replaces Bobby’s look of irritation. “Always.”
Doc looks down at me. “You wanna get drilled?”
I could say no. It’s been a long, strange night. But I can see Doc’s body vibrating with rage and that feeling echoes of the same tension in my own. Release sounds pretty good right now. Release and the chance to be what my stepmother accused me of. Awhore.
“Let’s do it,” I say.
Doc pushes me face down onto the desk and yanks down my thong. “So January’s mom rolled up to Dreams tonight and—”
“January’s stepmother—” Eli begins.
“Yeah, she told us she’s coming to the Bianchi wedding,” Doc cuts across him. “But we’re not here to have a nice chat, we’re here to give you assholes a show. Shut your mouths and watch.”
He reaches between my legs, stroking my folds with ruthless precision. He always pushes me to my limit, rubbing my clit just below the level where I’d scream and shove his hand away, but I love it. Soon I’m moaning and arching back on him, practically drooling with pleasure. I feel Eli, Adriano, and Bobby watching me and it’s like being on the pole downstairs again, only a thousand times hotter. A sense of taboo that is as dirty as it is exciting.
There’s a snap and a rustle as Doc pulls down his jeans.
“Condom,” Eli barks from the phone screen.
“Don’t have ’em,” Doc says.
I stifle a laugh. Doc never has condoms.
“You better pull out,” Eli snaps. “With plenty of time to spare. I know your little game.”
Doc rolls his eyes. “I didn’t kill anyone tonight and you’re still gonna lecture me?”
“I’ll lecture you until I’m sure you’re not going to sneak your bastard child into our girlfriend.”
Doc’s hand stills on my clit and I give an urgent whine. He laughs, sliding a thick finger inside me. “Little January wants my cum. She doesn’t care about me knocking her up.”
I don’t know if that’s true and a part of meiscurious how it would feel to have the men I love finish inside me. And even though I refuse to let myself dwell on it, and what it might be like to be a mother. But then I’m only nineteen. I don’t know anyone who had kids at my age except model celebrities. And model celebrities don’t have the kinds of concerns about their partners that I do…
“Tits?” Doc slaps my backside. “You ready for my cum?”
“No,” I say quickly. “You can’t finish inside me. I don’t want to get pregnant.”
“Bullshit.” Doc leans down and licks me from behind.
