The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 17

I don’t know how it was possible for my face to burn even more, but it did. I quickly looked away from the three. Though now that I’d noticed it, it was hard to not pay attention. From the corner of my eye, I could see the man reach for the golden woman’s hair. He pushed her down so that the length of his c**k disappeared between her wet lips. He gave a lazy thrust up into the back of her throat. The music wasn’t loud enough to drown out the wet slurp and then the sound of her gagging.

The man on the stage pulled the girl’s arms behind her back. He pulled another silk strand from his pants and tied it around her wrists. Her mouth parted. He gave it a good tug, forcing a soft gasp from her.

I bit my lip. This didn’t feel real.

Nate’s hand made it to the top of my jeans. His fingers teased the button. I tried to ignore it. The pleasure, the foreign touch so close to my privates, sent a tingle through my stomach. I clenched my hands into tight fists.

The man pushed the girl down. She went with a flare of elegance, catching herself before her face could hit the floor. All without the help of her arms.

He stepped behind her, angling her hips so that she was on her knees, spread wide for him to see. Though the look on his face was stoic, the tent in his pants showed that he was enjoying this.

Just as the man dipped his fingers into the crack of the girl’s ass, Nate managed to undo the button of my jeans with one hand.

His thumb prodded at the waistband of my underwear. I held in a gasp as he pressed his lips to the side of my neck.

“Are you enjoying it?”

I tried to keep my voice steady.

“The show?”

I felt him smile against my skin.

“Not what I meant.” His hand crept further down.

I grabbed his wrist before the tip of his fingers could make contact with the hood of my mound.

I took a deep shaky breath.

“Then what?”

Amelia’s hand joined his.

“Us,” she said.

My thighs quivered as their hands reached together into the slit of my aching p***y. I held my breath as Nate’s thick finger was the first to slide into my hole. He didn’t f**k straight into it. Instead, he let the tip rest there.

“Do you want us?” He asked.

I couldn’t find the words while he was not even inch from f*****g his finger into my cunt. Even though it was dark, when I looked over at him, I could see his eyes blazing. He was in control of the situation. It really didn’t matter what I wanted right now. He could take anything because I was that weak for him.

He grinned. “Come on. Say it or you don’t get any.”

Amelia was the first one to pull out. She licked her fingers clean while looking over at Nate.

Nate turned his eyes to me, teasing the tip of his finger against my hole.

He raised a brow. “Well?”

A million thoughts were running through my head. There was the shame and the complete unsure feelings, but there was just an inkling of want. I wanted Nate. I wanted them both.

I didn’t know I could have them both.

“I-I—“ Like a fool, I stumbled over my words. What the hell was I supposed to say? This was just embarrassing.

I frantically looked around the room. No one was paying attention to us when they had a show at center stage, but it didn’t help the feelings of being watched. I didn’t want to do it here where anyone could catch us. I didn’t know if I wanted to have a repeat of last Saturday.

That’s what brought me back down. Screw getting off. If last week was any indication how things were going to go, then I shouldn’t be here. What was I even thinking about coming here tonight? Amelia was my boss and Nate was my professor. This was just screaming for trouble.

I grabbed Nate’s wrist.

“Stop,” I said. “We can’t do this.”

Nate froze.

Amelia put her hand on my shoulder. “Are you sure?”

“Amelia,” Nate said. He pulled his hand out of my pants. “Leave her be.”

Amelia huffed. “She wants us. She just doesn’t want to admit it.”

I fumbled with my pants, buttoning them up while listening to them talk about me like I wasn’t there. It felt like being between two arguing parents.

Which reminded me of my own parents who would be expecting me to be home with my virginity intact. It was a good thing I’d stopped things before it got serious.

The mood changed quickly. Amelia kept her hands to herself as well as Nate, though Amelia seemed to want to make it clear that she didn’t like being turned down.

I glanced at Nate. He looked back at me, giving me a small smile.

“Don’t leave yet. We both want to talk to you after.”

He must have seen the uncomfortable look on my face. “Please.”

I thought about it and then nodded. It wouldn’t hurt to hear what they had to say. And it would be weird if I just walked about in the middle of the show.

Focusing on the couple on the stage was much harder than I thought it would be. It was even harder because neither of Amelia or Nate were touching me. My body hadn’t settled down after being riled up and I really wanted to rub one out right here. Suddenly, it didn’t matter if we were in public or not. I just wanted to get off.

My cheeks burned as the dirty thoughts filled my head. Maybe I’d made a mistake.

Between my boss and professor, I watched as a man bent a woman over and f**k into her while a crowd of people watched.

I didn’t know how I’d gotten myself mixed up with these kinds of people. I just know that I had to get myself out.