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Chapter 4.

Ross’ POV.

“Ross, you have to find a way to sort your grandma’s medical bills. She’s getting worse and she needs urgent surgery.” Dr Franklin said.

I stood there in the small hospital room and nodded like I understood how to make money appear out of thin air.

After my parents died in the accident, Grandma was all I had left. Things had been okay for a while. Then she started getting sick. I dropped out of school and took every job I could find just to keep the lights on and the medicine coming. It was never enough.

Dr Franklin had taken pity on me and helped where he could, but this surgery was different. It would decide if she lived or not.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. She was asleep, her skin looked too pale, as her breathing became shallow. I walked out of the hospital with my hands in my pockets and my head full of numbers that did not add up. The street was loud and bright. People moved past me like I did not exist. Then a flyer stuck to a light pole caught my eye.

Waiter needed. Three-days private event on the dock. The pay was better than anything I had seen in months. I tore it down and called the number before I could talk myself out of it.

And that was how I ended up in a pressed black shirt carrying trays of expensive drinks for people who would never remember my face. The dock had been turned into some kind of private party space. Lights. Music. Famous faces everywhere. I kept my head down and did the work. Grandma needed that surgery. That was the only thing that mattered.

I was carrying a full tray when someone stepped backward without looking. We collided hard and the glasses tipped. One shattered on the ground as the wine spilled across the floor.

The guy who bumped into me spun around with fire already in his eyes. He was tall, had a sharp jawline and was dressed in expensive clothes. He looked at the mess and then at me like I had ruined his entire night on purpose.

“Do you know who I am?” He asks clearly losing his patience.

I set the tray down carefully so nothing else broke.

“I’m so sorry sir, It-it was a mistake,” I began to apologize cause there’s no way I’d lose this job now.

“Your apology won’t fix the mess you made you street dog,” he barked at me as I began to lose patience.

“Who let this stupid waiter enter here?”

“Sir, it’s just a stain. You can’t talk to me that way.” I said, clearly annoyed. He had no right to talk to me that way just because he was in an expensive suit that cost way more than my apartment.

He chuckled. “I clearly see that you do not know who I am.”

“I don’t sir but I kept apologizing to you even though you bumped into me first,” I shot back, already regretting the word sir. We looked the same age and calling him that made my skin crawl.

Two other men walked up. One had an easy grin and eyes that moved too much while the other stayed quiet, hands in his pockets, watching everything with a calm that felt heavier than anger.

The calm one spoke first, voice low.

“What is going on?”

The man I’d bumped into started talking fast, hands moving, ego spilling out of him. He made it sound like I had charged at him on purpose. The third guy llistened for a few seconds then let out a short whistle. His eyes dragged over me from head to toe without shame.

“Waiter boy is too cute to be causing that much ruckus,” he said, then winked at me.

My face went hot. I did not know where to look. The whole thing felt wrong and strange and too bright. I mumbled another apology, picked up what I could of the broken glass, and got out of there before something worse happened. I was here for the money. Not for flashy people and their games.

A notification popped up on my phone concerning the party. Big people had to be here for them to have written an article about it. While scrolling I saw three familiar faces. The men that I’d met earlier. Apparently they were some music stars. No wonder the dumb one kept shouting “do you know who I am.”

Turning my phone off, the rest of the night I stayed busy trying to keep my distance. Still, I felt eyes on me more than once. When the crowd finally started thinning, one of the event staff told me tthat some men had asked for me by the private lounge area.

My stomach dropped. I thought I was about to get fired on the very first night.

I walked over anyway.

They were the ones.

I’d known their names now. Aaron, Dicky and Colton. The MVT’s a rising music band.

Aaron, the one I’d bumped into was still looking annoyed. While Dicky, the one that flirted with me was smiling like the whole thing amused him. The last guy, Colton just watched me with that same quiet face.

“You have a mouth on you,” Aaron said.

“I already apologized.”

Dicky laughed.

“He is still spicy. I like that.”

Colton spoke next, calm and final.

“The party is winding down. Stay and help us close out the private section. We can pay you extra.”

I should have said no. Every part of me knew this was how people like me got into trouble. But the number they offered for a few more hours was enough to cover almost a full week of Grandma’s current medicine. I nodded.

The private section was quieter with soft lights and big windows looking out over the water. Great, if I get into trouble I could just fly out one of em.

They sent the other staff away. I cleared glasses and wiped surfaces while they talked among themselves. Every now and then one of them would call me over for another drink or to move something. Their voices stayed casual, but the way they looked at me did not.

Dicky was the first to stop pretending.

“Come here, waiter boy.”

I walked over. He reached out and fixed the collar of my shirt like it was the most normal thing in the world. His fingers brushed my neck while Aaron watched with a sharp little smile. Colton said nothing, but he did not look away.

“You really do not know who we are, do you?” Dicky asked.

“I know you are the reason I almost got fired earlier.” I pretended not to know.

Aaron made a sound that was almost a laugh.

“He has no idea.”

They told me they were singers. Big ones. The kind of names that filled arenas and got painted across buildings. I felt stupid for not recognizing them, then angry at myself for caring.

The conversation shifted. They asked about me. I kept the answers short. Parents gone. Grandma sick. Bills. Work. Nothing they needed to know, but the words came out anyway. Maybe it was the late hour. Maybe it was the way Colton listened like every detail mattered.

At some point Dicky stood up and walked behind me. His hands settled on my shoulders, then slid down my arms.

“You are tense as hell.”

“I am working.”

“Not anymore tonight.”

Aaron stood too. The air in the room changed. Colton stayed seated for a moment longer, then rose as well. They moved like they had done this before. Like deciding to take something was easy for them.

I should have left. I thought about the hospital and the surgery and the flyer that had seemed like a small miracle only hours ago. Then Dicky’s mouth was near my ear and Aaron was in front of me and Colton’s hand was solid on the back of my neck.

“Stay,” Colton said. Quiet. Final.

I stayed.

They were not gentle about it. Aaron kissed like he was still angry about the wine. Dicky laughed against my skin when I made a sound I could not hold back. Colton was the one who told me to get on my knees, voice calm while his eyes stayed dark. I went down. The floor was hard beneath my knee as I watched their belts come undone one after another.

“Suck it,” Colton said.

“Excuse me, but what?!” I said, alarmed.

“Ok, let me explain this to you waiter boy,” Aaron began to speak. “…your job is to please us and we’d pay you good. Even enough to help with your grandma’s surgery and other bullshit you got going on in your life.” He said nonchalantly.

Now I was stuck between either being a sex slave to three entitled men or having to find other odd jobs to save my grandma.

As if heaven were against me, my phone rang. It was from Dr Franklin.

“Ross! Your grandma has just been rushed to the ER, the surgery would have to start as soon as possible now, hope you’ve gotten the money?” Dr Franklin’s voice rang out.

Before I could reply the line went dead.

“So what’d you say, waiter boy?” Colton asked. “Ready to put your mouth to good use?”

With no other option left, I took them in my mouth the way they wanted, one after the other, while the other two watched and touched and spoke over me like I was part of the night’s entertainment.

They moved me to the long couch next. Clothes came off. Hands were everywhere. Aaron held my wrists. As Dicky talked the whole time, filthy and amused. Colton fucked me first, slow and deep, while the other two made me stay quiet with their fingers and their cocks. Then they switched over and over again till I lost track of who was where. My body stopped belonging to me for a while. Pleasure and shame and the sharp edge of being used mixed together until I came with a broken sound against the cushions.

They finished on me and in me. Someone wiped me down with a discarded shirt while someone else pressed a thick fold of cash into my hand. Dicky ruffled my hair like I was a pet that had just performed well. Aaron looked satisfied. Colton walked me to the door and told me the extra pay would be added to my final check.

I walked home in the early light with money in my pocket and the taste of them still in my mouth. Grandma was going to have that surgery. That was the only part I let myself focus on.

I did not let myself think about how easy it had been to stay when they told me to. Or how part of me already wondered if they would ask for me again tomorrow.