Three Cocks, One Tip(2)💦💦

Chapter 5.

Ross’ POV.

I told myself the first night was a one-time thing. The money was already in Grandma’s account and she could have the surgery now. That should have been enough.

It was not.

Two nights later my phone lit up with a number I did not recognize. The message was short. Private event. Same dock. Extra pay if I could come now. I stared at it for a long time before I answered. Grandma was sleeping when I left. I kissed her forehead and told myself this was still just work.

They were waiting in the same private lounge. Aaron looked restless. Dicky was already smiling. Colton watched me walk in like he had been counting the minutes.

There were no trays this time. No other staff, just us. They locked the door behind me as soon as I stepped in.

Dicky reached me first. His hands slid under my shirt without asking. Warm palms over my stomach, then higher.

“Missed this mouth,” he said, voice light.

Aaron pulled me away from him by the belt loops and kissed me hard enough to bruise. Colton stayed back at first, then stepped in and turned my face toward him with two fingers. His kiss was slower. Deeper. Like he had all night and planned to use it.

One by one, our clothes came off in pieces. My shirt hit the floor. Theirs followed. Dicky’s mouth found my neck while Aaron’s hands worked my jeans open. Colton sat on the long couch and guided me down between his knees. I took him into my mouth while the other two touched me everywhere they could reach. The slid their fingers into my hair, against my back. Someone’s palm slid down to grip my ass.

They moved me onto the couch on my hands and knees. Dicky slid under me so I could keep sucking him. Aaron pushed into me from behind in one long stroke that forced a sound out of my throat. Colton watched for a while, stroking himself, then took Aaron’s place when he pulled out. They traded like that. One filling my mouth, one filling my ass, the third waiting with dark eyes and patient hands.

When I came it was with Colton deep inside me and Dicky’s fingers tight in my hair. They finished on my back and chest, one after another, while I tried to catch my breath against the cushions.

They handed me a stack of cash again before I left. I walked home sore and quiet, telling myself the same lie as before.

But it kept happening.

Another night in a hotel suite. Another in the back of a rented studio after they finished recording. Each time I swore it would be the last. Each time the money was too good and their hands felt too sure. I stopped pretending I did not know what the messages really meant.

Everything was fun until the manager found out on the fifth night.

I was leaving the suite, shirt still half-buttoned, when he stepped into the hallway in his sharp but old looking suit; eyeing me from head to toe. He looked at me like I was something stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

“You need to stop,” he said. Voice flat. “Whatever this is ends tonight. They do not need the trouble and you do not need the attention. Walk away or I will make sure you never work an event in this city again.”

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing useful came out. He did not wait for an answer. He walked past me like the conversation was already over.

After that night’s conversation, I tried ignoring the boys. Tried ignoring each message they sent until Colton texted. Unable to hold it in any longer, I went anyway.

If I’d known I’d have stayed back because that was the night the manager chose to escalate things.

I was in the lounge again, on my knees between Aaron’s legs, when the door opened without warning. The manager stood there with two security guys and a look of cold satisfaction. He held up a small black pouch.

“This was in his bag,” he said. “One of the limited pieces from the merch drop. It had been missing since the last night he came.”

Everything stopped. Aaron shoved me back hard enough that I hit the floor. Dicky’s easy smile vanished. Colton’s face closed off completely.

I scrambled for words.

“I did not take anything. That is not mine.”

The manager did not even look at me.

“Security will escort him out. I already called the event coordinator. He is done.”

Aaron stared at me like he was seeing a stranger. The same man who had held my wrists down an hour earlier now looked disgusted.

“Get him out of here.”

Dicky said nothing. He just turned away. Colton watched me for a long second, something unreadable in his eyes, then gave a single nod to the security guys.

They grabbed my arms. I tried to pull free.

“Ask them. They know I would not steal. Colton. Tell them.”

Colton did not speak. Aaron’s voice cut through instead, hot and final.

“You heard him. Get out.”

They marched me through the back halls and out into the loading area. My bag was thrown at my feet. The black pouch was still inside, planted clean. I stood there under the harsh outdoor lights with my shirt wrinkled and my mouth still tasting like them.

No one came after me.

I cleared out the small locker they had given me for the event staff the next morning. The coordinator would not meet my eyes. The final pay had already been transferred, minus some f*e I did not understand. I walked out with less money than I should have had and a hole in my chest that felt bigger than the paycheck.

Grandma asked why I looked tired when I got home. I told her the job had ended early. She smiled and said she was proud of me anyway. I sat by her bed after she fell asleep and stared at the wall until the sun came up.

They had used me. Passed me around. Paid me. And the second it got inconvenient they let someone else throw me away without a single question.

I deleted every number. I blocked the ones I could. I told myself I was done.

The anger stayed longer than the ache in my body. It sat in my throat every time I thought about the way Aaron had looked at me, the way Dicky had turned his back, the way Colton had said nothing at all.

I got a new job a week later. Smaller place. Quieter. No docks. No private lounges. No famous faces. Just tables and tips and the same old bills that never stopped coming.

I did not look for them. I did not expect to see them again.

I was wrong about that part. But that came later.