James leans in and runs his nose up the curve of my neck, inhaling deep. Then he sits up smiling.
“I think you made it out in time because you smell delectable, honey. But tell me, how’d you make the transition to Club Z?”
Placing my hand over my neck where he just kissed me, I smile as heat radiates along my skin from his touch.
“Do you know Brandy Landry, one of the hostesses? Well, we used to be a Le Coq together, but she quit the restaurant to work for Club Z a few months before I did. She settled in, and then after a few months, recommended me for the bartending job.”
The three men shake their head.
“Nope, we’ve never heard of Brandy, but it’s great that she brought you in. We count ourselves fortunate men.” At that moment, we’re interrupted by the waitress bringing out our meals and my mouth waters at the sight of the sizzling steak, perfectly charred and dripping with juices. The loaded potatoes smell divine, and of course, there’s a cornucopia of desserts perched right next to our table on a special cart.
“Is that enough?” I tease James. “Or should we ask them to send out more?”
He pretends to study the options.
“Hmm, maybe I should ask for some ice cream too. I’ll eat that before my steak.”
“You wouldn’t!” I giggle. “You’ll spoil your appetite!”
The men laugh and with that, we dig in and conversation ceases for the moment. Of course, the steak is cooked perfectly and it’s so tender my knife slices through it like butter. I pop a bite in my mouth and then moan deliriously, my lashes fluttering shut.
“It’s good?” Mike chuckles.
“Delicious.”
With that, we dig in a bit before Harry asks another question.
“So were you a bartender at Le Coq? I thought you said you were a waitress.”
“I was a waitress,” I acknowledge, “but I didn’t want to be a waitress anymore, so when I got called for the Club Z interview, I signed up for a two week bartending crash course. Luckily, I’m a fast learner, so it didn’t take me long to catch on. To be honest, I’m still pretty certain Benny suspected I was inexperienced in the beginning, but he worked with me. He made sure I was paired with his best bartender to learn from until I had a solid handle on the job myself.” I shrug. “I suppose even Benny has one good quality.”
“Two,” Mike says, holding his glass up. “He’s the reason we met you, so I’m counting that as a second redeemable quality.”
But then I shoot Harry, Mike and James a questioning look.
“But how do you guys know him?” I ask. “Most members don’t mix with the service staff. At least, not the male ones.”
Harry shrugs.
“Just through the club, I guess. We’d see him at the bar and maybe chitchat a bit. But yeah, he started getting too familiar by referring to us as his ‘buddies’ and telling the bartenders to take care of his ‘friends’ when we’d stop in for a drink.”
“Of course,” James adds with a mirthful smile, “he did set us up with you, honey, so maybe we should be his friend.”
Heat rises up my neck to my cheeks, and I know I’m blushing.
“So, you’re really happy with the auction results, then?”
The three men’s eyes gleam in the light as they share a glance before turning back to me with wicked smiles.
“Happy would be an understatement, gorgeous,” Harry growls. “More like shouting from the rooftops with joy.”
Mike caresses my cheek with the back of his knuckles and I lean into his touch.
“Harry’s right, baby girl,” he rasps. “Being with you was incredible, and we’d love to stage our own little private auction again. We’ll make it worth your while, of course.” Then, he leans in and whispers in my ear. “One grand every time we use one of your holes. Does that sound good, baby girl?”
I gasp, staring at my lovers with shock.
“But last time, you must have taken me in all three holes at least three times each,” I say in a trembling voice. “That would be nine thousand dollars for just one night!”
Harry shrugs.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, because the money’s not a problem for us. We’re more than ready to be generous with you.”
Mike kisses my cheek then.
“That’s right, baby girl. Hell, you’re worth it and so much more. So what do you say?”
My skin flushes and heat pools between my thighs. Biting my lip, I smile and nod.
“I think I’d like that, gentlemen. In fact, when can we start? I’ve had enough steak for tonight.” Of course, the meal’s hardly finished but three sets of blue eyes blaze as they register my words.
“Good,” James rasps, standing while pulling me out of my chair. I teeter precariously, but then he leans down and slides his hand into the cut-out at my waist to steady me before jiggling a large breast. “Let’s get started right now, baby girl. We’re ready.”
With that, I’m rushed out of the restaurant and into their private suite upstairs where a night of heady sensuality ensues. To be honest? I made more than twenty thousand dollars from those few hours alone, but the best part isn’t the money or even the sex. It’s that these three men see something in me, and only want more.