Three months had passed since Lexi’s first night.
What started as one nervous gig had turned into something much bigger. Word had spread quietly among the elite circle. “You have to try Lexi,” they would say over expensive whiskey and cigars. “That shy little trap with the blonde wig and the sweetest moans you have ever heard.”
He had become their favorite shared toy.
Tonight was a special private party — only the original eight men from his first night, plus a couple of new carefully vetted guests. Damien had rented the entire top-floor suite again, and this time they had a surprise waiting for their favorite girl.
Lexi arrived in a long coat, heart fluttering with excitement instead of pure fear now. When he stepped into the suite and dropped the coat, the entire room went silent.
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