She nodded, her cherry red highlights in her hair glowing in the light. “Yuriko gave it to me as a going away gift.”
Dominic’s lustful gaze lingered a long time on her flesh. I couldn’t blame him for it. The boning in the corset emphasized her figure beautifully, and I was envious. Payton wasn’t classically beautiful, she was hot. I couldn’t find a better word for her, she was like a version of an extremely high-end porn star.
Joseph appeared on the stage and motioned for us to come to him. We brought our drinks to the table closest, and without words, the men grabbed another table and carried it up on stage.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
The table was set up on the stage, and Joseph turned his attention to me. His dark, sexual gaze forced my heart into my throat.
“Payton and Dominic are going to fuck on this stage, and we’re going to watch.”
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I had a moment of hysterical deafness. “W-What?”
Joseph jumped down off the stage as Dominic stepped up, leading Payton with him. She set her large purse on the floor beside the table and then every pair of eyes in the room seemed to fall onto me.
Joseph’s hands trapped my waist and he pressed his forehead against mine, our warm skin touching and his breath on my face. “I want to see you squirm in your seat, little girl, while you’re watching her come all over his cock.” A chair squealed as Joseph turned it to face the stage. “Sit down, now.”
Holy fuck. I looked at the innocuous chair as if it might be on fire. Could I really do this, watch two strangers have sex just ten feet in front of me? I didn’t remember making the decision. Yet I found myself in the chair, and Joseph seated right beside me.
On stage, Payton pulled her long, glossy hair up into a ponytail seated high on the crown of her head, then busied herself with undoing the snap of her pants. My breathing went shallow when I caught the first sign of lace. She took off her black heels, sat back on the table, and let Dominic pull the pants slowly down her long legs, one at a time.
Her gaze never left his, and Dominic’s never wavered from hers. They were beautiful people, but seeing the real emotion behind it was what made it swelteringly hot.
“Put those fucking heels back on,” Dominic said.
“Yes, Sir,” she quipped back, although it was sarcastic and not respectful. That tone would have gotten me into trouble, for sure. Payton slipped her feet into the heels and stood, showing off her shape. My gaze flowed down her ample breasts to her tiny waist, on to the band of skin where the corset ended, all the way to the flare of her hips.
Joseph had said I looked like a wet dream that night I’d become his, but how could I compare to her? She looked so amazing even I wanted to sleep with her. The black mesh and lace panties didn’t leave much to the imagination, and they were cut low enough that the small, black symbol tattooed by her hip was visible. No, not a symbol. It was a character in Japanese.
“Watch your tone,” Dominic said, “or I’ll put something in your mouth to shut it up.”
“This cock?” Her hand went to the fly of his jeans, rubbing.
He pushed her hand away. “I’ll have your boss give us his girlfriend’s underwear and I’ll stuff that in your mouth.” He spun her around, revealing she was wearing a thong. He put a hand on her back and shoved her to bend over the table. “Would you like that, you little slut? I’m sure you’re dying to know what her pussy tastes like. Am I right?”
I bit back the startled cry that grew inside me, which was both shock and excitement. Payton didn’t answer, and Dominic’s hand came crashing down on her ass, the tight cheek barely jiggling, but the skin flushed red.
“Yes,” Payton moaned. “One, thank you.”
What did that yes mean? Was this in pleasure, or a response to his question? Joseph moved and knelt before me, his hands sliding over my knees. Up my thighs. Disappearing beneath my skirt.
“Holy shit,” I gasped.
His gaze was inescapable, and even though I wasn’t up there, I felt a million stage lights shining on me.
“There’s going to be some audience participation tonight.” Joseph’s voice was authoritative and hot. “Lift up.” His fingers curled under the sides and began to peel the fabric down. I put my hands on the sides of the seat and it creaked as I lifted up so he could pull the underwear toward my knees. “Fuck, you’ve got them nice and wet for her.”
A whimper fell from my lips, and I covered my mouth with my palm, embarrassed. Joseph grinned, his eyes full of wickedness, and the panties continued their descent, all the way past my sandals. I stopped breathing as he rose deliberately, went to the edge of the stage, and handed them to Dominic.
A stranger was holding my panties, wet with my desire. I pressed my knees together, uncomfortably turned on. It became unbearable when Dominic turned to his soon-to-be-wife. “Open up.”
She moaned when he shoved my wadded underwear into her mouth. She locked eyes with me and she fucking moaned, like she was enjoying my taste. The scene alone was enough to send me in a frenzy, I didn’t need the audio to go with it. I flattened my hands on my thighs, and glanced at Joseph.
Who was watching me, not them.