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“Where’s the outfit?”

It’s the first thing anybody says when I enter the room. Once again, they got here before I did. I was hoping it would be the other way around so I could be ready when they arrived.

I lower my brow and give Arden a pointed look. “I’m wearing it under my clothes. Unless you thought it was a good idea for me to walk up here looking basically naked.”

He grins, shaking his head. “You’ll pay for that, smart-ass.”

“Let’s see it.” Dash perches on the corner of the table, rubbing his hands together.

Rather than do a striptease—which I would fail miserably at anyway—I take off my sweater in one quick motion, then drop my jeans. Their sharp intakes of breath are all I need to leave me glowing all over, to tighten my nipples and wet my pussy. It’s like this magic effect they have on me.

It took a minute for me to figure out how to get into this sheer bodystocking. I was thinking about looking for instructions online before I figured it out. What got me confused was the pair of cutouts for my boobs to go through. That, and the open crotch, are the only exposed parts of me.

“Holy shit.” There’s desire in Ranger’s voice, in his gaze. He lowers his hand to his crotch, rubbing his growing erection. “Turn around. Let’s see the back.”

I do as I’m asked, pressing my lips together to hide a grin even with my back to them. I’m so glad they like it.

“It’s not quite right.”

I spin around in surprise at Arden’s declaration. “What’s wrong?”

“Did I tell you to turn around?” I face the wall again, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. He walks toward me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for what’s coming.

The touch of his hands on my ass comes as a surprise—but just as suddenly, he finds the opening in the stocking and tears it wider until my ass is as exposed as my boobs. “There. Better.” Well, he bought it. I guess it doesn’t matter if he ruins it.

“Not quite yet.” There’s a strange yet familiar sound behind me, and an instant passes before something wet touches my back. I don’t realize until he’s on the second word that Dash is writing on me.

“Enter here.” He draws what can only be an arrow pointing to my ass.

“Good thinking,” Ranger murmurs. “Let me have that.”

He turns me around to face the three of them before getting on his knees in front of me. “Eat… me,” he murmurs as he writes on my lower belly, drawing an arrow down to my pussy.

Arden takes the marker. Fuck my mouth he writes across my collarbone, where the stocking comes to an end. Then, he adds something else. Cum he writes on one boob, then, here on the other.

By the time they’re finished, I’m wearing almost as much ink as they are—and I dearly hope it washes off easily, even if the faint reminder of this wouldn’t be too bad. Something tells me the novelty would wear off pretty quick.

“Now you look like the greedy little cum slut you are,” Ranger decides. He settles into the armchair, legs spread wide, and pats his thighs. “Come over here. On your knees. Show me how much you want this cock. Don’t pretend it hasn’t made you come.”

I lower myself to one knee, then the other, and take my time crawling across the floor. The men mutter obscenities under their breath as I go, but I never break eye contact with Ranger. A sly smile stirs his lips once I reach the chair.

“You like this, don’t you?” He fondles my boobs, his touch stirring me into a moan. “You like being our personal little slut for the night?”

“Yes,” I whisper, leaning into his caress.

“And do you want us to fill all your holes tonight?” He runs a thumb over my mouth before letting his fingers trail down my throat.

There’s only one answer that makes any sense. The truth. “Yes.”

“Let’s start by filling your mouth.” He looks down at his crotch, then at me. “Take me out and suck me good. Show me how much you love it.”

Three pairs of eyes watch intently as I do as I’m told, pulling Ranger free. He’s hard, dripping with anticipation, and I catch the moisture on the tip of my tongue before taking him deep.

“Look at this greedy little slut,” he mutters.

“Dying for it,” Arden agrees. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him rounding my back. A moment later, his hand runs from the crack of my ass down to my clit and back up again. “So hot and wet. It’s almost dripping from her.”


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