Their Sin City Showgirl (The American Soldier Collection 7)

“No, Tara lied?” he asked, with an expression that warned her that he was a psycho. He looked so out of it, almost high on something.

“What did Tara tell you?”

“She didn’t say much, just that I could make some extra money if I wanted to.”

“And you didn’t ask what you would need to do?” Martin asked her.

“She told me that she would explain tonight. I don’t understand what’s going on here. Why are you holding me like this?” she asked, glancing toward Dexter.

“Because you’re going to be ours. We’ve decided,” Dexter said, and then moved his hand along her leg, pressing his hand between her thighs.

She gasped and began to move, trying to get out of his grasp, but now Martin grabbed her hand. He used one to press her thigh wider, as his brother pressed her other thigh wider. His other hand placed her hand over his crotch and she felt his huge erection.

“No. Please, I don’t want this,” she stated, as she tried to figure out a way to get out of this situation. But then her attention, and theirs, was brought toward the doorway. Someone burst into the room. He was dressed in black. He approached the table where Tara was straddling the other man.

“You cheating little bitch!” the man in black yelled. J.J. jerked, but Martin and Dexter kept her in place. She felt Martin’s cock grow larger. He was getting off on watching this. What in God’s name is going on?

In a flash the man in black pulled Tara from the man she straddled. The man punched the other man, sending him falling to the ground. That man got up and moved out of the way.

Jade felt her stomach twist and turn. Then she gasped as the man in black struck Tara, grabbed her around the waist, and bent her over the table.

“Oh, my God, we have to stop him. He’s going to hurt her,” J.J. stated.

“Are you scared?” Dexter asked.

“Yes,” J.J. replied.

“Pay attention. Do you think that we would allow just any man to come in here and do that to one of our girls?” Dexter asked.

“Quiet, he’s getting to the best part,” Martin exclaimed.

J.J. watched as the man in black yelled at Tara.

“Do you want me or do you want him?” he asked in a roar.

“You. I want you. You’re so strong and forceful. I want it hard and fast,” Tara yelled back at him.

“Oh, my God,” J.J. whispered, as she realized what exactly was happening here. This was a setup. Had they staged this to get her reaction?” she wondered, but as she stared at Tara being taken by the man in black, she realized that it was really happening.

Dexter stroked his fingers over her covered pussy.

“Are you wet, Jade? Did that turn you on as much as it turned me on?”

She shook her head.

“No. I don’t want this. I won’t do that,” she whispered.

“Don’t be rash. Give it some time to sink in,” Martin said as he pressed her hands up and down over his shaft. Despite the pants he wore she could feel his hard erection. This was really bad. She needed to think quickly and get the hell out of here.

“It’s all a game. The clients have all different types of requests. Some want to dominate and feel in charge, while others want to be taken charge of,” Dexter said still gliding his hand up and down the inside of her thigh. Tara was moaning and crying in the distance. It made J.J. feel sick. How could she want that? How could Tara and these other women accept such treatment? Were they so desperate for money that they would allow men to do that?

“He’s hurting her.”

Martin grabbed her face and cupped her cheek. She was grateful he no longer had a hand between her legs. She crossed her legs immediately blocking off Dexter’s touch.

“Sometimes pleasing the client means pain. Don’t you like pain?” he asked her. The sick fuck.

Every instinct in her body wanted to lash out at this piece of shit, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to blow her cover.