Chapter Four
Diana
L iving a double life was exhausting. Every day felt like a race—dashing from one appointment to the next, constantly juggling, always pretending. No matter how hard I tried, I was always letting someone down, muttering apologies under my breath. And honestly? I was sick of it. Maybe that’s why work had become the only place I could breathe.
With my clients, I didn’t have to say sorry. I could just be me. And the craziest part? They loved me for it. They paid me to be nothing more—or less—than exactly who I was.
The thought should’ve felt liberating, but instead, it twisted like a knife in my gut. I hated that this was the highlight of my day.
Lying to Robert was eating me alive. He had no idea about the real me, about what I did for a living. And if he found out? He’d be disgusted, wouldn’t he? After everything I’ve sacrificed for him, all he’d see is the dirt under my nails. The stain on my soul. He’d walk away without a second glance.
“Hello? Earth to D? You in there?” Carmen’s voice sliced through my spiral of self-loathing. I blinked, snapping back to the present where Carmen was giving me that look—the one that said she was about to lose her patience.
“Yeah, I’m here,” I mumbled, but my voice sounded far off, thin.
Carmen rolled her eyes so hard I half expected them to roll out of her head. “Seriously? You’re miles away. I’m drowning in my drama here, and you’re… where? In your head again? Come on, D, this is some next-level bullshit. What am I supposed to do?”
“Wait, back up—you were talking about some game your client’s into?” I flashed her an apologetic smile, mentally kicking myself for spacing out. I mean, how bad could it be? They’re into their games. Sounds kinky, that’s all.
“Kinky?” Carmen blew out a breath, disbelief heavy in her voice. “Try a complete shitshow. Mark my words, D, that place is one step away from becoming a crime scene. Passion, insanity—you name it. And I do not want to be caught in the crossfire.”
I leaned back, giving her a hard look. “So don’t go back. Walk away. You don’t have to do anything sketchy. Ava wouldn’t push us into something dangerous.”
Her eyes flickered, torn between caution and something else. “But the cash, D, it’s too good to pass up.”
I perked up, curiosity sparking. “How good are we talking?”
Carmen leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Twice the usual big fee,” she murmured, like it was a secret only for me in the middle of a crowded coffee shop. The whole conversation felt like we were pulling off a covert operation, even though we were just two faces lost in the bustle.
“Damn.” The word slips out before I can stop it. Double our top rate? That’s the kind of money that changes things, the kind you don’t just walk away from. “So, what’s got you hesitating, Carmen? Sounds like you hit the jackpot.”
“It’s a mess, D,” she leans in, voice dropping lower. “The issue is, they’re all screwing each other and using their little game as an excuse. Someone is bound to snap.”
I frown, trying to piece it together. “And how exactly is their drama your problem?”
“They’re in the dark about why I’m really there. They think I’m just another guest—maybe even the girlfriend of the guy running the show. But the truth? He’s paying me for something else entirely.” She pauses, fingers pressing to her temples as she mimics an explosion. “He wants his sister-in-law, and somehow, he’s got this whole twisted plan to make it happen. And the crazy part? It’s working.”
A laugh bubbles up in her throat, and I can’t help but join in. The whole thing is so absurd, so messed up, it’s almost funny.
“Look, just ride the wave, Carmen. If this house of cards is gonna come crashing down, you might as well enjoy the perks while it lasts. Pad your wallet, babe.” I push my chair back, glancing at my phone. “Anyway, I gotta run—someone’s waiting on me. But shoot me a message after your next ‘game,’ and hey, if you need backup, I wouldn’t mind taking a slice of that doubled fee.”
With a wink, I drop some cash on the table to cover lunch and make my exit, giving her a playful wave as I step out of the cafe.
Lunches with Carmen? They’re my sanity. She’s the one person I can be real with—no pretending, no tiptoeing around the truth. After a hellish week or being late for the millionth time, it’s a breath of fresh air to just exist with her. No act, no apologies. Just me, unfiltered. It’s rare, and I don’t take it for granted.
The thought hits me as I walk: Robert used to be that person for me. My safe space. But since the secrets started piling up, I’ve been walking on eggshells around him. Always calculating, afraid one wrong word could blow the whole thing wide open. The fear of him finding out about my real work? It’s like this invisible wall between us, driving us further apart, brick by brick.
It’s exhausting—constantly keeping track of what I say, making sure I don’t slip up. The weight of it presses down, the tension always there, lurking just beneath the surface.
* * *
I’m the type who likes to get there early. It’s not just about punctuality; it’s about the ritual. The quiet before the storm. It gives me time to shake off the day and slip into whatever role tonight demands. Home prep is a no-go, so I’ve grown fond of the luxury suites that double as my temporary stage.
A sudden knock pulls me from my thoughts right as I’m cozying up in the plush hotel robe. A glance at my phone tells me my client is ridiculously early—forty-five minutes, to be exact. Seems pointless to get all dolled up now when it’ll all be undone shortly.
Opening the door, I’m ready to tease Stephen about his eagerness. Instead, I’m met with the unexpected sight of two imposing men in suits. Definitely not Stephen.
“Can I help you?” I ask my confusion barely veiled.
Stephen came into view as the two men parted ways, and I let out a sigh I didn’t realize I was holding. “Did my associates give you a fright?” he teases, kissing my cheek before breezing past me into the room. His so-called friends trail behind him, and I can’t help but scan the room, trying to make sense of the unexpected entourage.
“Just surprised, that’s all. You’re ahead of schedule, and I’m not quite ready. Weren’t we going out for dinner?” My question hangs in the air as another man, previously unnoticed, steps in and shuts the door with a quiet click. My gaze flickers to the newcomers, taking in their ages. They’re definitely younger than Stephen, who’s maintained his charm well into his fifties. The guy on his right could pass for his thirties, while the other two look fresh out of their twenties.
“Looks like dessert’s coming early today,” Stephen says with a mischievous glint in his eye, giving me a look that says he’s already decided on the change of plans.
“Start talking,” I demand, my gaze sharp. I’ve never been one for unexpected shifts in the script.
“Well, darling, my good mate Michael here,” he gestures to the man beside him casually, “is about to tie the knot, and I figured we’d give him a night to remember.” I don’t immediately respond, my eyes flicking to the other two men, who look not much older than me. Stephen continues, Seeing my hesitation, “And these guys, Leonardo and Gio, are on my payroll. Wanted to join in the festivities.”
I open my mouth to object, but Stephen’s already one step ahead, dropping a hefty envelope on the nightstand. “Quadruple your rate tonight,” he declares, and my jaw almost hits the floor. Holy hell. I think back to the advice I gave Carmen today and almost want to laugh.
“Would’ve been nice to get a heads-up… could’ve brought a crew to keep everyone entertained,” I quip, half-serious. But Stephen’s shaking his head before I even finish.
“Friends aren’t what we’re after tonight; I want the best for my boy, and that’s you. Sharing is caring, sweetheart. Now, why don’t you make yourself comfortable? Our groom-to-be deserves to kick things off,” he says, his laughter filling the room as he heads towards the bar for a drink. Looks like I’m in for a marathon evening.
I glance at the envelope, thick with the promise of a payday that’s hard to ignore, and then back at the collection of men waiting. A thrill of anticipation weaves through the apprehension. It’s definitely going to be a night to remember.
I saunter over to the couch where Michael sits, and without missing a beat, I climb onto his lap, straddling him. My lips brush against his ear, and I feel his shudder. He’s already turned on, and I can feel his cock hardening against me.
“Congratulations on tying the knot,” I whisper before pressing my lips against his. My tongue parts his lips, and I grind my hips, teasing his erection through his pants. I’m so wet, and my nipples ache to be touched. The sensation of his fingers digging into my skin as he runs his hands along my body and tugs at my robe is the most delicious feeling. Michael’s touch is gentle, but the kiss is hungry. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a client, and I’m eager for the release. He’s not the one paying me, but he’s the one I want to fuck first.
“That’s right, love, work those hips,” Stephen calls out, and I smile into the kiss, amused by his comment. Michael’s not even doing anything; I’m the one in charge.
His hands slide between us, untying the robe, and it slides open. I can feel his fingers caressing my skin, his nails lightly grazing the sensitive flesh, making their way down to my slit. I break the kiss and lean back, letting him get a good look at me as he works my clit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs, sliding two fingers inside me.
“Don’t stop.” I plead in breathy moans.
“What do you say?” Stephen prompts.
“Please,” I gasp. Michael’s thumb circles my clit while he pumps his fingers inside me, and I can feel my orgasm building. Off to the side, watching, I can see Leo and Gio; I think those were their names; I’ve never had such a large audience, and I can’t help feeling even more aroused by the room of men currently watching me get finger-fucked. The intensity builds, and I’m getting close, my hips moving of their own accord, desperate to find relief. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to cum.”
“You like that, huh?” Michael growls, his voice low.
“Yes, fuck yes, don’t stop.” My thighs start to tremble, and my breathing quickens, and just as I’m about to hit the point of no return, the pressure eases, and Michael’s hand stills.
“Not yet,” he growls, and I’m desperate for more.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” I plead, my pussy clenching around his fingers.
“Get on the bed,” he demands. “Now.” The sharpness in his tone sends a shiver of excitement through me, and I do as he says, climbing off his lap and moving to the bed. I settle on my knees in the middle of the mattress, waiting for his next command. “Turn around.” I slowly turn, keeping my back to him, my hands on the bed.
“Put your face on the mattress and raise that ass up high. I want a perfect view.” I lean forward, my chest against the cool sheets, and push my ass into the air. My body is buzzing with anticipation. “Such a gorgeous ass,” Michael murmurs, his hands gently caressing the curve of my cheeks. He moves closer, his hands moving to grip my hips, and then I feel the tip of his cock teasing my opening.
“Please,” I moan.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“And why should I do that?”
“Because it’s my job,” I reply, trying not to let the annoyance bleed into my voice.
“I think you need to be punished for that tone,” he growls, and before I have a chance to respond, he slaps my ass. “I’m going to fuck you, but you’re not allowed to come. Not until all of us have had our turn.” He slaps my ass again, harder this time. The sting feels so good.
“Yes, Sir.” The anticipation is killing me, and not being able to see him is driving me crazy, but I can tell he’s enjoying this. I feel him position his cock at my opening, and then he thrusts, burying himself deep inside me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans. He starts slow, pumping in and out, the friction building with each thrust. He picks up speed, and I can hear the sound of our bodies colliding, the slap of skin on skin, and it’s turning me on even more.
“Harder, please,” I beg, wanting him to fuck me as hard as he can. I can hear the men behind us groaning. I’m sure they’ve pulled out their dicks and are probably jerking off to this, anticipating and waiting until they can get their turn with me; the thought alone makes me wetter as Michael fucks me. He slaps my ass hard, and it only spurs me on, begging for more.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, gripping my hips and fucking me hard and fast, the pressure building and the tension mounting, but I hold back, remembering his earlier command. “Fuck, I’m close,” he groans, and I can tell he’s holding back.
“Come for me,” I whisper. He lets out a guttural groan and buries himself deep inside me, and I feel his cock pulsing, filling me with his cum. “Fuck,” he groans, panting and catching his breath. “Good girl,” he whispers, slapping my ass one more time before pulling out. My knees are weak, and my legs are shaking, but I manage to stay on the bed, even though I’m dying for my release.
“My turn,” I hear Stephen call. A few moments later, he’s behind me, his hand sliding up my spine. Then he grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling me upright. “Such a pretty little thing,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Tell me, darling, how many cocks can you take at once?”
“As many as you want, Sir,” I reply.
“I like your confidence.”
“Do you want me to prove it?”
“Oh yes,” he chuckles, the sound dark and sinful. He releases his grip on my hair, and I feel him stepping away. “On your back, legs spread wide,” he orders, and I quickly comply, desperate to have him inside me. “Good girl,” he praises. “Now, tell me, love, how do you want it? Nice and slow? Or fast and hard?”
“Fast and hard, please, Sir,” I moan, unable to wait any longer.
“As you wish.” He positions himself between my legs and pushes his cock inside me, the feeling of fullness exquisite. He wastes no time, thrusting hard and fast, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside me.
I’m so close, and I can feel the tension building, the pressure threatening to break. “Don’t come,” he warns.
“Yes, Sir.” I lie between moans. He slaps my clit, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through my body.
“Not until I tell you.”
“I’m so close,” I gasp.
“Not yet.” I grip the sheets, desperately trying to hold back my orgasm, but it’s too much. I can’t hold it. I scream, the intensity overwhelming, and I ride out the waves of pleasure, my body shaking. Stephen’s relentless, fucking me hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips as he slams his cock deep inside me.
“Such a greedy little thing,” he growls. I’m floating on a cloud of ecstasy, and I’m barely aware of him coming inside me. “Look at the mess you made,” he laughs, slapping my clit again.
“Sorry, Sir,” I whimper.
“Don’t apologize, love, I’m just getting started.” I look up at him, taking in his lust-filled gaze. “Gio, get over here,” he calls.
The young man I saw earlier walks over, his cock in his hand and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Sit on her face,” Stephen instructs, and I can’t help but giggle.
“Okay,” Gio replies, a wide grin spreading across his face. He moves toward me, his cock in his hand. The moment his weight presses down on me and the scent of his arousal hits my nose, I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs. I grab his hips, guiding him closer, and he eagerly obliges, pressing his cock against my lips. I take him into my mouth, tasting the saltiness of his precum, and then I start sucking, running my tongue along the length of his shaft.
“Holy fuck,” he gasps, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“That’s it, love, suck his cock,” Stephen encourages, his voice thick with desire. Gio’s thrusts grow erratic, his breathing ragged, and I know he’s close. “Fuck her mouth,” Stephen orders. I feel the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, and I relax, allowing him to push deeper, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
“Shit, I’m gonna come,” he cries, his body tensing. I swallow around his cock, and he lets out a loud groan, his body shuddering as he empties himself into my mouth. “Fuck,” he pants, pulling out and collapsing beside me.
“Well done, love,” Stephen praises with a wicked grin. Leo, take her from behind.” He loves running the show, and I’m enjoying watching it. I turn to the side, propping myself up on my knees and elbows, presenting my ass and pussy for Leo. He wastes no time, stepping forward and slapping his cock against my slick folds.
“I hope you’re ready for me,” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I moan, desperate for him to fill me. He grabs my hips and thrusts, sinking his cock into me.
“Such a tight little pussy,” he groans. He wastes no time, setting a steady pace, his cock sliding in and out, the sensation building and my orgasm building with it.