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KENNA

"Kenna, do you have any idea what time it is?" Greg McAllister snapped as she entered the dressing room.

"I'm so sorry. It's just that my landlord was on my back and—" she stuttered

"I don't want to hear any excuses, girly. You're always late. The only reason why I haven't fired you yet is because you have a pretty smile and customers like you. Other than that, you would've been gone a long time ago." My boss, Greg McAllister, lectured me with a frown on his chubby face.

I sighed through my mouth. "I know, I know. I'm just sorry. I won't let it happen again." I apologized, and he waved his wrist in dismissal.

"Whatever. I don't care anyway. Go brush your hair and freshen your makeup because two men booked our private lounge. They requested for our best and most discreet worker, which happens to you." Greg told me, and I parted my lips.

Our private lounge was really exclusive and so for these men to book the entire place for themselves, meant they must've been incredibly rich. Unlike a sorry-ass like me.

"I'll do that," I replied to Greg in a distracted tone, then turned to make my way to the changing room. Before I got to do that, he gripped my wrist and flipped me around.

"Look here, girly. These men, they're high-profile. Do your best not to get on their nerves, and make sure you deliver. Anything that they ask, do it without complaint." Greg told me, winking at the end.

I understood his message loud and clear. It wouldn't be the first time since I started working at this club that I took to satisfying customers' every need. But at least, I never had to spend a night with them.

"I understand," I told Greg in a knowing voice, then went ahead to the changing room to touch up on my light makeup and brush my hair.

When I got to the private lounge, I saw the two men talking to each other quietly and sipping on expensive wine. I pushed my shoulders back as I made my way over to them.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome to Ecstasy. I'll be your waitress for tonight. Is there anything that I can get you?" I spoke in a polite tone, and the nicer-looking one smiled at me.

"I'd like a…" his eyes searched my name tag. "... Kenna special. Is that on the menu?" He cracked a smile at the end. I couldn't help but chuckle at his corniness.

"Smooth," I said in an amused voice, and he laughed.

"I'm Brian, by the way. This is my best mate, Sean." He introduced both himself and his friend, and I saw that his friend looked like he wanted to be anywhere else than here.

"Okay. Hi, there, and as you already know, I'm Kenna the waitress." I played it out as a joke.

"You're really pretty." Brian complimented me, and I felt a blush coming up my cheeks.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"If you're not too busy, can you join us for a drink?" Brian asked, and I made a show of grimacing for a few seconds.

"You're a customer, I'm not sure if I should—"

"Sit," Sean finally spoke to me. "We insist." He added. I had to sit after he said those words in a commanding voice.

With a small smile on my lips, I settled down between the two on the leather cushion. Brian poured wine into a glass and offered it to me.

"I promise, you'll like it. It's creamy aged brandy. There's nothing in the world like it." He handed me the glass, and I took it, staring at him with uncertainty in my eyes.

"Look, we're both bored and we came to have some drinks. Entertain us or leave." Sean spoke in a monotone voice from beside me, and I felt slightly pressured.

I raised the glass to my mouth and gulped the whole thing down in one go.

"Cool!"

"I like a girl that can handle her drink." They both said at the same time, buttering me up.

"You want another one?" Sean asked as he started to pour in another glass.

It was sweet, of course, and I wanted more. "Sure," I replied in a giddy tone.

I drank another one. And another one. And another one. Until I lost count of how many glasses I had drank. The same thing for the two men as well. The three of us were loosened up and talking about the most useless things. I had taken a seat on Sean's lap, and he stroked my hair as I spoke.

"You're really pretty. Your eyes, your chin, your face. Everything about you is pretty." I said to him, caressing his face slowly with one finger, and he smiled.

"Thank you. But you're much prettier." He complimented me, and I shook my head.

"No, I'm not! You are!" I broke into a laugh.

"I think we're all wasted here, how about we retire to our hotel room across the street?" Brian offered, and I was already nodding my head in agreement.

I didn't know the reason, but I felt at ease with my body against Sean. He leaned over to my ear and whispered, "You want to go with me back to my hotel room?"

I stumbled for an answer because while he asked that question, his hand stroked my bare kneecap sensually, causing me to forget who I was momentarily.

Unconsciously, I answered, "Do you want me to go back with you?"

He placed a fluttering kiss on the side of my neck. "What do you think?"

After that, I was up on my feet and being led out of the private lounge by Sean who saw it fit to hold onto me tight. He paid for the drinks in a hurry and told Greg that he was taking me back to his place. My boss let us off with a smile.

We got back to his room in the hotel and started kissing. I let go of all my inhibitions when he touched me like I was the most precious thing to him. He led me to his bed, and we took off our clothes.

"Are you ready?" he asked as he knelt over me on the bed.

"Of course," I replied without a single doubt in place.

He leaned down and kissed me hard, his hand worked on my body, leaving me burning and aching for more after every slight touch. I gripped his hair, pulling him closer to me.

"Please," I begged in a strained voice but I wasn't sure what exactly I was begging for.

But it seemed like he knew just what I wanted without me saying it out loud. He captured the hollow of my neck and sucked on it, evoking a pleasured moan from my throat. He then went ahead to press his bare cock against my stomach, making me feel how hard he was.

"Are you sure you're ready?" he asked again, in a whisper. I nodded my head frantically.

"Yes, put it in." I sounded desperate, but that didn't matter cause immediately after I spoke up, he thrusts into me in one go.

I screamed in surprise, then bit my lips hard. He didn't move immediately, he waited for the pain to subside before he worked his hips.

"Sean, please," I begged, grabbing onto his bare back and digging my nails into them. If I was hurting him, he didn't say anything because he thrust into me like his life depended on it.

"Sean… argh." I couldn't stop myself from moaning. He caught my mouth in a kiss and added tongue.

Before I knew what was happening, his thrusts came in faster, harder. I screamed into his mouth, holding him as tight as I could, so I wouldn't lose myself.

He broke from the kiss and raised his head, panting and groaning. The pressure in the pit of my stomach started to build at an unnatural rate.

"I'm going to come." I rasped, breathlessly.

"Me, too," he said, then whispered against my neck. "Come with me."

It was like his deep lustful voice was all I needed because I came with full force at the same time that he did, feeling me up with warm fluid. He pulled out after he emptied his cock inside me, then flipped me around so that I was on my back.

Confusion washed over me almost immediately.

"My dear Kenna, I'm not done with you. Not even a single bit. We're going to be at this all night." He said against my ear, and I gulped down my saliva.

He thrust into me with no warning and I screamed in shock, taking in every inch of him.

What kind of mess have I gotten myself into?