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Hunter picks up the bottle on the table between us and fills the three glasses, handing one to each of us. Behind the mask, he still looks apprehensive, but we’re here for him tonight.

“What was that guy saying to you at the bar?” Arianette asks, sipping her champagne. I rest my hand on her thigh, fingers gliding higher beneath the hem of her skirt. Hunter’s eyes follow every movement.

“He wanted to fuck you, Doll Baby.”

Her eyes widen and she looks over my shoulder. “He said that?”

“In so many words.” I squeeze her thigh possessively. “I told him you belong to us.”

I turn Arianette’s face to mine and let the kiss deepen gradually, savoring the sweet taste of champagne on her tongue. She melts against me instantly, a soft, needy sound vibrating from her throat as I take my time exploring her mouth. My hand rests high on her thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles over the sheer fishnets, teasing the sensitive skin just beneath the hem of her tiny plaid skirt.

She shifts restlessly in my lap, her thigh pressing against the growing hardness in my pants. I smile against her lips.

“You like this,” I murmur, voice low enough that only she and Hunter can hear clearly. “You like being on display for them. Letting every person in this club see how fucking wet you get for us.”

Arianette nods, eyes hooded by her mask, her breath coming faster. “I like everyone knowing that I’m yours.”

I slide my hand higher, pushing her skirt up inch by inch until the black lace of her panties is visible. I run one finger along the edge of the fabric, teasing her without giving her what she wants. She whimpers, hips twitching, chasing my touch. I can feel eyes on us now– masked faces turning, conversations quieting as more people begin to watch.

Hunter moves, sliding around the booth until he’s blocking her from view, while also giving himself a better one. His gaze is locked on her, dark and intense.

I hook my fingers under the lace and drag it to the side, exposing her pussy. Arianette gasps as the cool air hits her slick skin. I stroke one finger through her folds, spreading her wetness, circling her clit with agonizing slowness. She arches, moaning softly, her head falling against my shoulder.

“Look at her,” I say, speaking to Hunter. “So fucking pretty when she’s desperate.”

I dip two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and begin a slow, steady rhythm. Arianette rocks against my hand, chasing the pleasure, her breathy moans growing louder. I use my other hand to unbutton the top of her cardigan, exposing the soft curve of her tits.

Hunter licks his bottom lip, and I hold one perky breast up to him.

“Taste her.” When he hesitates, I add, “You’re in the middle of a room of people. Nothing’s going to happen.”

I tweak the nipple, making it pebble even harder. The garnet stone glimmers in the dim light of the club. Hunter groans, then caves, bending over to suck her into his mouth.

The sensation rushes through her like a tremor, her pussy clenching around my fingers. Pushing against her muscles, I continue fucking her with deep, deliberate strokes.

She’s dripping down my fingers, thighs trembling. Every gasp and whimper draws more attention. A couple nearby has stopped what they’re doing to watch. Another man strokes himself openly, eyes fixed on what’s happening under the table.

I kiss along her neck, sucking lightly on her pulse point, then speak against her ear. “Christ. He’s got no fucking idea how you clench when he does that.”

His tongue laves over her nipple, while his free hand reveals her other tit. His fingers clamp over her piercing, giving a hard pull.

Her body cinches around my fingers, holding on tight.

“That’s it,” I tell them. “Fuck, she loves it when you do that–tighens around me like she’s begging for more.”

Arianette cries out as I add a third finger, stretching her, my thumb pressing firm circles over her swollen clit. Her hips move shamelessly now, riding my hand while the entire section of the club watches her come undone.

Hunter’s breathing turns shallow, making his belly dip. He’s hard–I can see the outline in his jeans– but he stays exactly where he is, letting me control the pace.

“She can take both of us,” I tell him. “Can’t you, Doll Baby?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve done enough,” Hunt says, a tremor running through him. I realize he’s barely holding on–wanting to go harder.

“Nothing bad is going to happen,” I remind him. I keep her right on the edge, slowing down whenever she gets too close, dragging it out, making her whimper and beg with every teasing thrust. “I’m not going to let it.”

I ease one finger out of Arianette’s pussy, sticky and glistening with her arousal. She whimpers at the loss, hips chasing my hand desperately. Hunter sits across from me, the music buffering the noise around us. We may as well be alone–the three of us working out our shit in this little corner booth.