Evangeline

Kinky man. I stare at him. 'Are you serious? I'm wearing a white dress, in case you haven't noticed?—"


'Serious as a spanking," he says.

Well, shit. 'Okay…"

If people get to see the outline of my pussy, well, that'll be Leonard's fault. I lift my hips, reach under my dress, and tug my panties off, pulling them down my legs and over my heels.


Leonard holds out his hand. 'Give them to me."

I pass the crumpled white fabric to him.


He lifts it to his face and inhales. 'So fucking sweet."

Maybe I should think that's gross, but for some reason, it turns me on even more.

He tucks my panties into his pocket and we get out of the car. As we walk toward the building, each step I take causes me to be extra conscious of my legs, the arousal slicking my thighs, the fact I have no underwear on. It's taking all of my self-restraint not to rub myself all over my guys.

'Did you like the story, little girl?" Leonard asks.

'Yeah, I mean, it was okay," I say. Trying for casual. Failing.

Carter keeps his hand on the back of my neck, possessive. We don't walk toward the long line trailing out of Vice's main entrance, though.

'I thought we were going to Vice?" I ask as they lead me around to the back of the building. Maybe they're going to fuck me first. Although I'd prefer one of those swanky rooms overlooking the club full of dancers, I'm so aroused right now, I'd be happy with something quick in a dark alley.

'We're going to a different part of Vice," Leonard says, kissing my temple. 'This is a sex club, Evie, so I need to let you know before we step inside. Use your safe word at any time if you want out."

A freaking sex club has been hiding behind Vice this whole time? Yeah, that definitely wasn't in the travel blogs I read before I first came here.

There's a discreet door not far away from us, and a man leaning against it like he's got nowhere to be. But as the guys and I walk up, the other man straightens. He must recognize them, because he nods in greeting, unlocks the door, and waves us through.

'Welcome to Low Vice, baby," Leonard says, taking my hand.

We have to stop at a desk, where I sign some release forms. A thrill of excitement shoots through me as I put my signature on the final page.

The club is busy, but not too loud. I wish I could see everything at once, but there's just too much happening. Other patrons are in various states of undress, and there's a lot of white clothing, glowing under the black lights that Carter promised. I shine like a beacon in this dress.

A bar lines one side of the room, but I don't see anyone tending. As we walk past booths, I think that some of the people occupying them are very much doing sexy things just out of my view.

Sammie Starr's book is fresh in my mind, that teaser of lust which makes everything I'm seeing that much hotter.

'What do you want to drink?" Carter asks. 'They don't serve alcohol here."

'Lemonade?" I ask.

He squeezes my free hand. 'Be right back."

'Shall we have a seat, Trouble?" Leonard guides me toward an empty booth.

'Sure." I scoot to the middle and he slides in after me, his hand returning to its place on my bare knee. How is it that I can feel his touch all the way up my thigh, to my pussy, when he isn't even being inappropriate?

'What do you think of this place?" he asks.

'It's…wow. I don't want to stare, but I also really want to stare," I confess.

He kisses the top of my head. 'Stare away, baby girl. Everyone here is on display because they want to be. If they don't, there are rooms to visit. Look over there."

I follow his gaze across the length of the room to another wall with big, picture windows. Beyond one of those windows, two men are on full display, and they're fucking. Within another one, a woman is giving a striptease to a small group of people who are partially blocking my view.

'See what I mean?" Leonard toys with the sleeve of my dress, tugging it lower on my shoulder so he can kiss the exposed skin.

I close my eyes. I want to climb onto his lap and rock against him, alleviate some of the aching need that has been building within me ever since Carter started narrating that book.

Leonard's lips are warm as he nuzzles my shoulder, and he lifts one of my knees to hook my leg over his, spreading me so he can run his hand over my inner thigh.

A deep voice floats through my haze of growing lust. 'Just like our last time in Vice, Jaime, you're getting started without me."

I look up to see Carter holding three drinks, which he sets down on the table in front of us.

'Could you resist her?" Leonard asks, again taking me right back to that first night with the two of them.

Carter smiles as he slides into the booth on the other side of me. He hooks my other knee over his. 'Fair point."

I look back and forth between the two of them. They have me wide open, but they're just sitting there, calm as can be. 'Um, now what?"

'Glad you asked," Carter says, passing me his phone.

'What do you want me to do with this?" I ask.

'Read us the story, Evangeline," Carter says. 'We want to know how it ends."

While I gape at him, he reaches over and unlocks his phone. It's still open to Sammie's book.

I find where he left off: 'And…what was that hard length against her thigh? Was that his…

Was that his dick? He pressed it against her and groaned into her ear. ‘That's right, princess. This is what you do to me. You torture me every time you flounce around in your pretty little dresses and backtalk. I've been wanting to spank that attitude out of you since I saw you.'

The story continues on, and I read it in halting breaths. The princess and her bodyguard engage in some kinky fun, including him spanking her while another bodyguard witnesses and jerks off. Then they both pleasure the princess. Reading it aloud is made more difficult by the fact that Leonard and Carter are moving their hands higher up my legs, toward my sinfully bare pussy.

When Carter's fingertip brushes over my folds, I falter, the words scattering from my thoughts before I can speak them aloud.

'Having trouble?" Leonard asks as he starts to pull away from me. 'Maybe we shouldn't touch you while you read."

'No, you can touch me," I say, reaching for his hand to hold it against my leg.

'Then you better keep reading," Carter says. 'We want to hear how the story goes, doll."

I try to read further, I really do. But when the princess is trying to deep-throat one of the bodyguards while the other one is putting a plug in her ass, I think I might combust.

'Something wrong?" Carter asks, while Leonard swirls his fingertip at my entrance.

'Please, Daddies, I can't keep reading. I want to make you happy, but I need to come so bad."

'Poor little girl," Leonard says, kissing me.

I set down the phone and cling to his shoulders, trying to extend the kiss and take more than he's offering.

'Little troublemaker," he says when he pulls away.

'Kinky old man," I reply, grouchy that he pulled away. 'Can we go home now?"

'We could go home, or we could have more fun here," Carter says. 'I might have reserved one of the playrooms when I got us drinks."

'Room Three?" Leonard asks.

Carter nods. 'Room Three."

'Why that one specifically?" I ask. 'What's in Room Three?"