Bennett and Sam both look at me with surprised expressions. Bennett’s eyebrows raise sexily, half-cocked, and he exchanges a look with Sam. They hesitate for so long that, for half a second, I think they’re actually going to say no, but then Bennett stands, pushing his chair back so fast that it tips over.

I suppress a giggle, but then he’s pulling my chair out too, and the three of us are leaving the bar area. I catch Sadie’s eye and she flashes me a grin. I shrug innocently and then grin back.

The three of us make our way quickly down the hallway. Bennett scans his membership card again, before we enter the area where the private rooms are. I wonder what he’s doing, as he eyes the screen and punches a couple of buttons, but then he turns to face Sam and I.

“Room three is free,” he says gruffly.

“Lucky number three,” Sam says with a grin. His hand slides to my lower back and a hot chill runs through me. I try to store all of these little details away for my article, but right now I’m too focused on the two gorgeous men beside me to think of much of anything besides fucking them.

That is, until I see that mane of silver white hair up ahead of us.

“Sky!” I say, automatically, so happy to see a familiar face.

She turns immediately at her name. For a second she looks worried, but then she smiles when she sees it’s me.

“Hey Lila,” she says, giving me a quick hug. Her arms are so thin that it barely feels like a hug at all, but I return the embrace warmly.

“Sadie said you weren’t working tonight.”

She shrugs. “I wasn’t supposed to be, but Cara never showed up for her shift.” She bites her lip and the worried look returns. “I hope she’s okay.”

I wave my hand. “I’m sure she’s fine. I work at a diner and people don’t show up all the time.”

Sky shakes her head. “It’s different in this industry. Sex work, you know? Ava runs a tight ship here, but there are creeps everywhere, and it’s amazing how they can manage to look just like regular people.”

I nod. Her concern actually makes sense now — we’ve all seen those episodes of Criminal Minds, and real life is often scarier than fiction. I guess I never thought about the risks of working at a place like Orchid.

“Maybe she just found herself a hot client and is enjoying a night of hot sex,” I say, trying to alleviate her worries.

Sky tries to smile. “Yeah, maybe. I hope so.” She shakes her head, as if trying to clear herself of the negative thoughts. “What are you guys up to?”

“Just checking out one of the private rooms,” I say.

Sky grins, and this time it’s genuine. “Good for you,” she says with a wink. “Enjoy yourselves.”

“Oh, we will,” I say. We quickly exchange numbers, and then Bennett and Sam each squeeze my hands impatiently, and the butterflies in my stomach flutter about.

“Come on,” Bennett whispers. He smiles politely at Sky. “Excuse us.”

Sky laughs. “Of course.”

I give my new friend a wave as I slip my phone back into my purse and let Bennett and Sam lead me further down the hallway. When we come to the third door on the left side, Bennett swipes his card against the panel. There’s a beep, then a soft click, and just like at a hotel, the door unlocks.

I take a deep breath. I try to turn on my mental tape recorder, but when Bennett finally pushes the door open, all thoughts fly out of my head.

It’s unlike anything I’ve seen. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this is so much more. The room is dark — no windows, and only dim lighting. It’s laid out almost like a hotel suite — half the space is taken up by a king-sized bed, and on the other side of the room there’s a gorgeous midnight blue velvet sofa. Off to the side, there’s another door with a discreet washroom sign on it.

All pretty normal. Except that in the middle of the room is a table. It has leather belt-like straps dangling down from it, straps that I quickly realize are meant to be restraints.

On the wall behind the table is a large inset, covered in the same midnight blue velvet as the sofa. Here, there are hung all number of implements — whips, flogs, paddles, and a host of things I can’t even name or identify.

I suck in a breath. My legs are starting to turn to jelly as I take in the room and try to imagine the things that go on in here.

I turn to Bennett and bite my lip.

“Wow,” I whisper.

He grins. “Welcome to Orchid. You can be anything you want here. Anyone you want.”

I nod, trying to steady my breathing. I look around the room again and try to imagine what Bennett and Sam are going to want to do to me now that I’ve opened this door. Who do they want me to be, exactly?

Or maybe, more accurately, who did they pay ten million dollars for me to be?

My legs are shaking like crazy now and all the blood has drained out of my face. I feel hot and cold all at once.

Bennett’s brow furrows. “Are you okay?” He pushes my hair out of my face, looking into my eyes.

I shake my head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”

His face softens, and Sam wraps his arm protectively around my waist.

“Sweet fox, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We can start slow. In fact, we don’t even have to do anything different than we usually do. Doing anything with you is more than enough for me.”

“Me too,” Sam chimes in. “You’re perfect, and this has to be fun for all of us. Whatever you want us to do, we’ll do.”

My shoulders finally start to relax. I take a few tentative steps towards the table, running my fingers along the glossy dark wood. It’s nicer than my kitchen table, and I have a sudden image of Dad and I eating dinner at it. I giggle and Sam and Bennett both look at me curiously.

I don’t know if they’ll see the humor in it, so I just smile.

“I think what I’d like is for both of you to kiss me.”

Bennett and Sam both grin. They cross the room quickly and before I know it, Sam has his hands on my waist. He lifts me up and sets my ass on the table. For a second my breath catches, but he just steps between my legs, tips my chin up and kisses me.

And what a kiss it is. Deep and passionate and fiery hot. All my worries whip right out of my mind as I focus on Sam’s soft lips, his firm touch, the way his fingers trail along my jaw.

Suddenly there are another pair of lips, pressing against my collar bone. Bennett. I moan into Sam’s mouth as Bennett’s mouth makes its way along my throat. He kisses my neck, tugs at my earlobe, then trails his tongue along my jaw, on the opposite side of Sam’s fingers.

I turn my head slightly, catching Bennett’s mouth with mine. His kiss is different than Sam’s — slightly firmer, more forceful, but just as hot. Sam moves on to kissing my throat, my jaw, and then back towards my lips.

Their faces are so close together now. Another few centimeters either way, and they’d be kissing. The thought is shockingly hot. For a second, I let myself entertain the idea of Bennett and Sam kissing in front of me. Both of them losing control, devouring each other, Sam’s hands roaming Bennett’s body while Bennett runs his hands through Sam’s already messy hair.

Damn. The image is so hot that I squirm on the edge of the table. Just thinking about them kissing is making my pussy wet. Why had I never thought of this possibility before?

Probably because up until very recently, they could barely stand to be in the same room as each other, never mind be so close to kissing each other.

I shift my lips over slightly towards Sam, hoping that Bennett’s kiss will follow me. It does, and then I bring my fingers gently to Sam’s jaw, trying to nudge him closer to Bennett.

It works. For a second. Their lips are both against mine, but somewhat touching each other’s too. It isn’t what I’d call a kiss but it’s a damn hot start.

As if they both finally realize what I’m doing, Bennett and Sam pull away at the exact same moment. They both take a step backwards, staring at me and then at each other. I look innocently at both of them, and Bennett narrows his eyes suspiciously.

I press my lips together, then smile.

“I’ve been very bad,” I admit. “I’ve been having very dirty thoughts about the two of you.”

“What kind of thoughts, gorgeous?” Sam says darkly, taking a step towards me.

For a second, I hesitate. What if he reacts badly? The last thing I want to do is ruin the tenuous balance we seem to have achieved. But I see the way Sam’s eyes burn, and a quick glance at Bennett tells me he too might be open to hearing this.

I bite my lip. “Thoughts of you two … kissing. Each other.”

Bennett takes a step towards me now too. “And …?” His voice is thick with desire.

And? My mind races until I realize with a shock that he’s playing along. Well, damn.

“And touching each other. Peeling off each other’s shirts. You running your tongue over Sam’s chest. Sam rubbing your cock through your pants.”

The words turn me on like crazy, and judging by the tents in Sam and Bennett’s pants, I’m not the only one. I decide to push a little further and see how they react.

“You dropping to your knees and taking Sam’s huge cock into your mouth.” I swallow. My mouth feels so dry. “Sucking him off until he comes down your throat. Then him doing the same to you. Pushing you down on that bed right over there and sucking your cock while I ride your face.”

My skin is burning hot now, and I can feel my pussy clenching around nothing, my juices soaking my panties and probably spreading through to my dress. I’ve never talked to anyone like this, and I’ve definitely never imagined saying anything like that to Bennett and Sam.

Bennett sneaks a glance over at Sam, but then quickly turns his eyes back to me.

“Those are very dirty thoughts, fox,” he growls. “I think you might need a spanking to teach you to mind your thoughts.”

I swallow, but there’s a playful note in Bennett’s voice.

“I’m not sure a spanking will help,” I say innocently. “I’m just naturally very dirty.”

“Hmm, I see that.”

He grabs me by the waist so quickly that I barely have time to realize what’s happening. Suddenly I’m face down on the table, my legs still hanging over the edge. My ass up in the air.

The perfect position for …

I gasp. He really meant it.

I take a deep breath. Somehow I know they won’t do anything more than I can handle — and since they let me push them, it’s only fair that I let them do the same for me.

I feel one of them push the skirt of my black dress up. I’m still wearing my panties, but they’re a thong, and I know my ass cheeks will be bare to the men. They can probably see a fair bit of my soaked pussy too, for that matter.

My cheeks color and I try to tell myself it’s nothing they haven’t seen before. Somehow, though, being here in the private room at Orchid, in the room where Bennett had said you could be anything you want, it feels different.

It feels like we’re on the edge of something. Something big. Something that will change us.

I try to steady my breath and just as I’m telling myself that everything will be fine, I feel the first crack.

Ow! Jesus, that hurt. It wasn’t even an instrument, just someone’s hand, but damn, they didn’t go easy. I try to breathe against the shock of it — my ass tingles now in a way that isn’t entirely unpleasant.

It isn’t unpleasant at all, actually.

The sting turns into something far more erotic, especially when one of them rubs a palm across the tingling, hot skin of my ass. I moan, my face pressed against the table. I wiggle my ass at them. I want more.

And they know what I want. Another crack comes almost immediately, and then, before I can catch my breath, another one, this time on the other side. I think they’re taking turns now, each smacking me on a different cheek.

I whimper again, trying to claw my nails into the wood of the table. Someone’s fingers run along my tailbone, and then I feel my thong being yanked down. If I wasn’t exposed before, I definitely am now.

My panties stay wrenched around my thighs as the men continue spanking me. They still take turns, but not evenly, so I never know which side the crack is going to come from.

I squirm against the table. My pussy is so soaked from their treatment — all I want right now is for one of them to sink their cock into me. I lift my ass higher, trying to tempt them with my wetness.

Instead, I get a slap that falls across my pussy lips. I gasp again. The shock of it draws the breath right from my lungs, and sends a pulse of fire to my clit.

“Maybe that will cure you of your dirty thoughts.” Bennett’s voice cuts through the darkness. I feel fingers — his, presumably — stroking over my lips, smoothing the sting away. I shimmy my ass back towards his hand, wanting more of his touch. Wanting his fingers inside me.

“I think she’s cured now, wouldn’t you say, Sam?” Bennett teases.

“I think she probably still needs a good fucking, but yeah … she’s on the road to recovery.” I can almost see them exchanging a grin.

Gentle hands help me up off the table. My panties still bind my thighs together, but Sam helps me kick them off before leading me over to the bed. The sheets smell fresh, and I can only assume that, like at a hotel, they’re changed between guests.

Bennett follows behind us, already stripping off his shirt. I crawl onto the bed and turn around to face these two hungry men. They’re looking at me like they’re ready to devour me — and trust me, I’m ready to let them. I never thought I’d enjoy spanking but that little session left me wet and aching for them.

I spread my legs apart, letting them see just how wet I am. Then I pat the bed on either side of me, beckoning them to join me. They hurry over to the bed, one on each side.

I lean over to kiss Bennett first. His mouth is hungry, his kiss ferocious. His tongue forces it’s way into my mouth, his hand winding through my hair. While he kisses me, I let my hand trail up Sam’s thigh, finding his huge bulge and running my palm over it. I feel him shift on the bed, as he leans back, resting his weight on his hands.

I finally pull away from Bennett and lean over to Sam. He grins at me, and I reach over for his belt, nimbly undoing it and then easing his zipper down. He helps me shift his pants and underwear down over his hips, freeing his huge cock. It bobs up towards his stomach, and I lick my lips. His dick is so hard, the thick veins that run through it throbbing as his blood pulses.

I lean over slowly and part my lips. I run my tongue softly around the tip, savoring my first sweet taste. Sam groans as I tease the head of his cock, flicking it across his tiny slit and then running it over the ridge. I pop the whole head in the mouth next, sucking it like a lollipop and making him groan even more.

I pull back just long enough to look at Bennett. He’s watching me intently, his eyes focused on Sam’s huge cock. He shifts in his seat, and, as I watch, he licks his lips.

That’s when I know.

I put my hand gently against the back of his neck. Just the slightest pressure, pushing him downwards.

He starts to move, but then hesitates. He looks up at me. There’s something desperate in his eyes — alarmed, then questioning, then aroused.

“You can be anyone you want in here,” I tell him softly, repeating what he told me earlier. “Anyone at all.”

For a moment, no one moves. Sam swallows thickly. Bennett’s eyes search mine, but I just smile. I just smile and then, finally, he starts to lower his head.