After dinner, Constantino brought us to an exclusive b**m club that cost a hundred grand per ticket to enter. Laila wrapped her hand around mine, intertwining our fingers. Half-naked women danced in glass boxes inside, others around poles.
I swallowed hard and pressed my thighs together. I couldn’t believe that we were here. We had done worse together at that dirty bar the other night, but this felt different. Everyone here was drinking or f*****g, or drinking and f*****g. Grinding up all on each other. Kissing and touching.
“Are you girls going to be good for me tonight?” Constantino purred, wrapping his arms around each of our waists and pulling us closer to him. He planted a kiss on Laila’s neck, then one on mine, his nose traveling up the column of my neck. “We have a surprise for yo
