Chapter 8 — Manwhore Section 

The moment we stepped down from the car, I could feel the reverberations beneath my feet.

The car door slamming shut brought me out of my daze.

“Aren't you staying in the car?” I asked as Henry rounded the corner and came to a stop beside me.

“What do you mean? I'm going in with you.”

“You didn't say it like that.” I argued.

“I said I'm coming with you, didn't I?”

“Lena's in there, what do I tell her?” I fired back.

“You're eventually going to have to tell her, you know, right?” ”

“I know… I just… just don't follow me, please.”

“I'm going to get a drink too,” he replied.

I rolled my eyes and walked in.

“Hey girl,” Lena called as soon as I stepped inside.

“Hey…” 

“Come on, there's someone you'd love to meet,” Lena said, pulling me in.

We wove through the crowd of grating bodies, stopping just in front of a door.

She pushed it open and…

“Fuck…” I trailed, staring at the men dancing on a pole. “Is this a gay section or what?”

She winked, “more like… a manwhore section.”

“Seriously?” I mumbled, stepping in. 

They all looked devilishly hot, with their sweat-slicked, toned bodies and lickable abs.

“It's like Christmas.”

Lena chuckled. “And they're all for us.”

“Whose money did you pull for this?”

“Daddy's money of course.” 

I grinned, grabbing a wine bottle and chugging the contents down my throat.

“Then let's spend it wisely, bitch.”

*****

Two hours into my reckless drinking, I was seeing stars.

Two guys ground up on me and another two on Lena.

I moaned softly, letting my hands roam over one of the guy's hard bodies.

“Would you like to take this somewhere else?” he asked.

“I don't…” I trailed off, moaning at the end as one of them licked my earlobe.

“We can make you feel good. No charges.”

Oh wow…

Was I in heaven?

I glanced at Lena, biting my lips slightly.

“Oh fuck it, let's do this.”

I was swept up in bridal style as the guy began carrying me out.

The other one carried a gin bottle, before trailing behind us.

They swung the door open and began weaving through the crowd.

Then finally—

Another door opened and we walked in, it slammed shut drowning the music instantly.

I was tossed onto a bed, my body bounced for a moment before settling down.

Then they both walked towards me, one on each side.

My heart slammed wildly in my chest as desire overcame my senses.

“Soft.” One of them said, climbing the bed and inching towards me.

“Or hard.” The other said, mimicking the first one's action.

“Can I get both?” I asked, in a breathless voice.

They grinned. “Anything you wish for, princess.”

And with that Mr soft’s lips slammed on mine.

I moaned wantonly as Mr hard’s lips began exploring every inch of my body.

Oh sweet baby Jesus…

Who was I kidding?

Nothing could go wrong.

After all…

This was about to be the best fucking night ever.

Mr hard's lips trailed from my thighs to my legs, while Mr soft's lips left mine, finding my earlobe.

He nibbled on it softly, then traced kisses to my neck.

I moaned loudly, arching my neck back to give him better access.

“We'll need to explore more, sweetheart. Do we have your permission?”

I nodded eagerly.

Their lips left my body as they both began taking off their belts in a seductive manner.

Never breaking eye contact…

Scratch that, I didn't know who to look at.

My gaze constantly went from Mr hard to Mr soft.

Finally the trousers went down—

I almost choked as the trousers came off.

Why?

Because they weren't clad in boxers.

Their dicks stared at me, ready and waiting.

And the thought that these two handsome men were all pumped up for me, made me wet all over again.

“Come here,” Mr soft said, and I crawled towards him.

Slowly he began pulling down my armless dress.

Mr hard's fingers came from behind, pulling the dress down.

And soon enough… I stood bare before them.

In just my panties and my armless bra.

Mr soft’s lips found mine again, trailing from my neck to the swell of my breasts.

Mr hard's lips found my ass instead, sliding further down to my cunt.

I mewled softly.

Then gasped as Mr soft's lips latched onto my nipples through my bra.

Sucking and sucking.

Mr hard's fingers began rolling against my clit softly.

I moaned.

Writhing.

Mewling.

Then they both stopped.

Mr soft clasped his hand around his dick, staring at me intently as he stroked it.

“Would you like to taste this?”

I nodded, lips parted slightly.

“Then taste it.”

I reached forward, fingers wrapping around him—

“Rosie?”

My entire body went still.

Slowly… I turned.

And froze.

Henry stood at the door.