I close the door, turn and watch them sit down.

“You know the rules, right? No touching.”

I watch them nod, press play on the small player, and Cardi B’s "WAP" begins.

So far, so good. My heart is racing, though.

I look at the first guy and slowly walk toward him, his eyes not leaving me for a second.

Does he know?

Bending my head forward, I graze his earlobe with my lips and ask him his name. As he replies, I place my mouth an inch from his, hold for a breath, smile, then straighten up. My hips move to the beat, my breasts, barely contained by my flimsy top, vie for his attention. I turn and push my ass out. As I bend, my mini green plaid skirt rides up, exactly as it is designed to, revealing my black lace panties.

A thrill rips through me as I imagine his eyes locked firmly on the thin strip of black at the top of my thighs. I slowly straighten, turn to face him and see the lust in his eyes.

This feels less scary.

I move right and lean into the second guy, breathing softly into his ear and asking his name. He whispers his answer as I lower myself closer to his lap, gyrate my hips and lock my eyes with his, mouthing along with Cardi.

I’m enjoying myself. I sink low, too low, and brush against something firm in his lap. A sharp gasp escapes; his eyes tell me it hasn't gone unheard.

Steadying myself, I rise and turn my back to him, once again bending to show him what my skirt barely hid. My breathing feels less controlled as I straighten a little slower, wanting him to look at me.

I move to the right.

He's smiling, more confident than the other two. He's also hard. Noticeably. My eyes move from his lap to his face, and I feel my cheeks flush. I place my hands on his knees and lean my head toward him. Something feels different. As my lips move closer to his, I no longer feel in full control of this. The room feels warmer, the air heavy. My lips pout of their own accord and, for a brief second, brush his. Maintaining eye contact, I ask his name. His answer doesn't register. I lean back, keeping my hands on his knees, stick out my chest and catch the beat. I run my tongue over my lips before turning and once again giving him a view.

As I rise, my mind is wandering. I’ve learnt the moves, how to deal with a “handsy” client. But not this. I need a minute, so I raise my arms above my head and dance with my back to them.

Cardi dies down, replaced by Ginuwine’s "Pony". My thinking time is over; I turn to face them.

Guy number three is now standing. He no longer looks like a client. He’s that cute guy you see in the club when you have had one more vodka than perhaps was wise. I should tell him to sit down. But I don’t. Instead, I close the gap between us, grabbing the bottom of my top and pulling upwards. My body responds as the material brushes against my bra.

His lips mouth, “Fuck.”

For a moment, I stand in front of him, his eyes not leaving my excited nipples. Dropping my top to the floor, I turn my back and rub my ass into his crotch. His erection is still there, and I linger longer than I should. His mouth moves close to my ear.

“You are so fucking hot.”

I inhale through my nose and close my eyes.

“Can I touch you?” he whispers.

“No,” I say on autopilot, rather than actually meaning it.

When I open my eyes, guys one and two have joined us. I take a moment to look at all three, them staring, waiting for me to remove my skirt.

I should tell them to sit down. It’s not too late. Instead, I drink in the appreciative noises I hear as my skirt drops to my heels.

“Please let me touch you?” he asks again.

“No,” I breathe with zero conviction.

“Do you want to touch me?”

“Yes,” I whisper, before realizing what I say.

He turns me to face him, and I place my wrists on his shoulders and stare into his eyes.

Kiss me.

But he can’t.

Neither of us breaks the stare as I move my hands over his shoulders and down his chest. His smile is confident, but not cocky, saying nothing as my hand reaches his waist. I playfully tug his belt, bringing him closer to me, before doing what I have never done before. His lips are soft and well-looked-after. My gloss coats them as my tongue seeks his, and he moans softly when I find it. I tug his belt again, but he resists before easing his head back.

“Now can I touch you?” he asks.

I nod my head.

He places his hands on my hips, pulling me into him, my breasts pushing against his chest as he kisses me this time. I feel his hands move up my back, one gently tugging my ponytail.

He places his hands on my shoulders and slowly turns me to face the two guys that I have stopped attending to, while dropping his head to my neck and kissing. The first guy moves closer, and I pull him into me, kissing him hungrily. Their hands feel like they are everywhere, all at once.

“Someone feels a little left out,” floats into my ear.

The first guy steps back, and the hands on my shoulders turn me slightly to face the second guy. Wanting to make it up to him, I step forward, reaching around my back to unhook my bra. I flick my tongue over his lips, gently French kissing him as his mouth opens for me, while reaching my hand down to his jeans and unzipping. His mouth murmurs as my hand wraps around his already hard cock and jerks it softly.

A pair of lips begins caressing the nape of my neck; hands slide down my back. Without any force or thought, I feel my knees bending. I look up and watch his face as my tongue licks his salty head. Closing my eyes, I open my mouth and slide my lips down his cock. He pulls on my ponytail and lets out a large sigh as the tip presses against the back of my throat. I look up and watch his face as my mouth moves up and down his thick shaft.

The speaker plays Tinashe's "Nasty".

It almost feels as if it isn’t actually happening. A tug of my hair, followed by his cock popping out of my mouth, helps bring me back. I look up and see that the first guy now has my ponytail in his hand, his cock staring at me, demanding attention. Which I duly give. He stares down at me, his breathing now heavier.

“You are fucking beautiful.”

I look up and let him fuck my mouth some more.

He places his hand on my cheek, withdraws, then bends down to kiss me.

I hear a throat clear, and turn and see the third guy sitting in his chair, stroking his cock. Those eyes. I could get up and walk to him. But I want to explore this. So I crawl instead.

God damn, he is cute.

He watches me, mute. My heart feels like it is in my throat. I get close enough to sit on my haunches, reaching my hand out and wrapping it around his shaft. I’ve never seen such a perfect cock; my mouth salivates at the thought of what I’m going to do with it. I open my mouth and suck it like there is a gun pointing at my head.

I could suck it all night; I want to suck it all night. But he and I both know this isn’t how this is going to end.

“I can’t believe you still have those panties on.” That smile.

He reaches out to help me stand, and my hands move to my hips.

“Let me do it,” he says.

And he does. I stand there naked, bar my heels, and step out of my remaining underwear.

Fuck me.

His hands take mine. I go to straddle him, but he has other ideas. He turns me to face the others, then pulls me towards his lap. His cockhead probes, misses, then…

I hear myself yell out. Dopamine lights up my system. I know there are two men in front of me, but, right now, I just can’t. I’m forgetting to breathe. I’ve never been filled so perfectly. His hands grab my waist, pushing and pulling me onto this thing, eventually slowing, pulling me down, and holding me there.

“Right there, keep it right there.” I squeeze tight, and he responds accordingly.

The two other men fill my periphery. I take turns sucking on them, while the cock I’m impaled on slowly begins to move in me again. My moaning vibrates over whichever cock is in my mouth at the time. At this point, I didn't even know. Or care. I try to deep-throat the two cocks being offered to me. I can’t, but the disgusting noise I make trying pushes both over the edge. I swallow it all.

My own is fast approaching. I can’t move. His hands grip me tighter, fully dictating the pace. The heat builds and then radiates. I push down, and my orgasm tears through me. His hands hold me as I lose control of my body, thrusting into me harder now. He lets out a yell, and I feel my pussy fill.

Holy Fuck!

He lifts me from his lap, turns me and pulls me toward him. My jelly legs are just managing to straddle him. He pulls me in and kisses me deeply.

I could have stayed there, but a very sharp and angry knock shatters everything.

“Two mins!” the voice on the other side yells before banging again.

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They leave quickly. They have to.

I sit there, taking stock. The speaker is playing Nelly Furtado's "Promiscuous". I smirk.

The door opens, and a cleaning lady enters. She spots my sodden panties on the floor and gives me a knowing look.

“First night?” she asks.

I nod.