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her breasts to suddenly scoop them in his palms,
massaging them in a hard, possessive caress. His thumbs flicked over the
suddenly hard nubs straining against the thin fabric of her dress and bra, and
she whimpered into Ryan’s mouth. What were they trying to do, seduce her in
public, and on the dance floor? No matter how her pussy started to drip, and
even though she felt her clit begin to tingle with carnal hunger, she made
herself stiffen, pulling sharply away from Ryan’s mouth and covering her hands
over Jason’s, pushing them off her heaving tits.
    Although
they stopped kissing and touching her intimately, they didn’t release her from
between them. Bea was suddenly conscious of the other
people dancing around them, lost in their own private bubbles. But that did
nothing to reassure her.
    “I
can’t…I can’t do this,” she blurted, closing her eyes tight for a few moments.
“Just…let me go home. I think I’ve had enough.”
    She opened
her eyes to see Ryan’s calm expression. He didn’t look angry or disappointed.
He said easily, “Alright. But you don’t get to leave until you at least see the
floor show. It’ll be starting up soon.”
    “You’ll
like it, we promise,” Jason added in her ear. She shivered as she felt both
their cocks jutting into her, front and back. She was sent straight into the
past, back to that night in their hotel suite. “We’ll just sit in a secluded
booth and watch. No hanky panky, Bea. You have our word.”
    Bea
knew she wasn’t worried about their word. It was her racing libido she feared.
Whenever they were near or touched her, she lost control. She could do anything
they wanted if they pushed hard enough. Maybe they knew this, and weren’t going
to push. Not yet at least. But Bea knew that the longer she stayed around them,
the weaker her resolve would be.

 
 
    Chapter Five
    Ryan
and Jason led her off the dance floor, each of her hands taken in theirs. She
could feel the soothing touch of their fingers upon the back of her hands and
she tried to keep her head from whirling.
    She
hadn’t said yes or no but she didn’t protest as they took seats in a corner
booth close to the stage. Bea knew she had to figure out why they had such an
effect on her and how on earth she could keep resisting them – if she
wanted to. But here, now…she wasn’t really sure exactly what she wanted
anymore.
    ***
    When
the show started, she had to curb a lot of the emotions that coursed through
her. She was stunned, aroused and embarrassed at the same time. The performance
was by two men and a woman – whom she recognized to be the waitress who’d
served them earlier. Bea watched as the men, dressed only in black leather
pants and nothing else, proceeded to intricately rope the woman standing
between them in just her corset, thong and heels. The rope went around her
shoulders, chest, arms and waist, restraining her upper half as her hands were
trapped behind her back. Next she was blindfolded and led to the bed where she
was made to kneel with her face down and ass up. Next, one of the men took hold
of something that looked like a flogger from one of the drawers in the nearby
table. Going to stand at the edge of the bed, he brought his arm up and whipped
the girl’s raised buttocks. The girl cried out, making Bea gasp and flinch.
    Whoa .
    Bea was
so busy watching with bated breath, she almost didn’t notice Ryan place his arm
behind her along the top of the circular couch of the booth, while Jason chose
to take her hand and idly stroke it while their eyes stayed glued on the show.
    She
realized how being kissed and groped by two men would seem tame compared to
what was happening on the platform. One of the men kept spanking both sides of
the woman’s ass with the flogger while the other commanded her to keep count,
as he stood close to the head of the bed.
    “It
doesn’t really hurt her as much as it would seem,” Ryan explained softly in her
ear when Bea once again