Chapter 333: Chapter 333

I turned left and eased the car into the parking spot, snow crunching softly under the tires. The engine hummed as I put it in park. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, already knowing who I was about to call.

Kayla answered almost immediately.

“Hey—” I started.

“Yup, I see you,” she cut in. “Through the window. I’m coming down.”

I snorted softly. “Alright.”

I hung up and set the phone on the console. Beside me, Mendy shifted in her seat. She bounced her knee once, then stopped it with her hand, rubbing her palms together like she was trying to warm them up even though the heater was blasting.

She dragged both hands down her face, exhaling. “Okay. Okay. I’m fine.”

I glanced at her. She definitely wasn’t fine.

She turned toward me, eyes wide, nervous energy practically vibrating off her. “Y-you told her I was coming, right?”

I didn’t answer right away. I just looked at her for a second.

Then I smirked.

Her eyes narrowed instantly. “Oh. No. You didn’t.”

Before I could reply, the apartment building door opened.

Kayla stepped out into the cold, bundled in a long, dark coat that reached almost to her calves, scarf wrapped around her neck, hands shoved deep into her pockets. She took a few steps forward—then stopped dead.

She’d seen Mendy.

Kayla froze right there on the sidewalk, staring at the car like it had personally betrayed her. For a second, she didn’t move at all. Then she visibly gathered herself, straightened her posture, and walked the rest of the way over.

She opened the back door, slid inside, and shut it.

The silence was brutal.

“H-hey, Mendy,” Kayla said finally, her voice tight. “What are you… uh… what are you doing here?”

I pulled the car out of the spot and started driving.

“Mendy,” I said casually, “agreed to watch us.”

The words hung in the air.

“That’s a lie,” Kayla said immediately. “Right? Right?” She leaned forward slightly. “Mendy wouldn’t—”

She caught Mendy’s reflection in the rearview mirror. Mendy didn’t say anything. She just nodded. Small. Nervous. Real. Kayla leaned back hard against the seat, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling like she was trying to reboot her brain.

I couldn’t help it. I smiled.

“Sorry,” I added. “I probably should’ve told you.”

“No shit, Evan,” Kayla snapped. “Yes. You should have.”

“Yup,” I said. “My bad.”

Kayla dragged a hand down her face. “But… why?” She looked at Mendy again, confused, almost gentle now. “Why, Mendy? I thought you were… um…”

Mendy shifted in her seat, fingers lacing together in her lap. “I’m just… curious,” she said quietly. “That’s all.”

“Curious,” Kayla muttered, shaking her head. “God…”

I glanced at the road ahead, then back at the mirror. “You ready, Kayla?” I asked. “Tonight’s the anal night.”

“A-anal night…” Mendy repeated faintly, almost under her breath.

Kayla smacked my shoulder. Hard. “Shut up, you idiot! You’re making me embarrassed! Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

I made a dramatic sound and rubbed my shoulder. “Ow. Violence.”

Mendy stared at us for half a second—then laughed. A real laugh. Kayla cracked too, shaking her head, and I joined in right after.

The tension eased, just a little.

The city lights started to rise ahead of us as we got closer to the penthouse, snow swirling lazily around the streetlights. I tightened my grip on the wheel, heart thudding—not with nerves.

With anticipation.

I kept driving, the tires humming softly against the road. From the back seat, Kayla and Mendy started talking in low voices, the kind of half-whispered conversation people use when they’re embarrassed but can’t stop themselves.

“Um…” Mendy said. “C-can you… like, maybe, re—reassure me?”

“So… like,” Kayla said, tugging at the sleeve of her coat, “it’s not… weird. We’ll just… you know. Normal. As normal as this gets.”

Mendy laughed nervously. “You’re not helping.”

“I’m trying,” Kayla insisted. “I swear I am.”

“I just—” Mendy paused, then cleared her throat. “I don’t know where I’m supposed to look.”

Kayla groaned. “Oh my god.”

I smiled to myself and kept my eyes on the road.

I turned left and stopped at a red light. The dashboard clock glowed softly. Eleven on the dot. Delilah would already be there by now. So would the others. The night was lined up, waiting.

From where I sat, I could see the hotel clearly across the intersection, all glass and lights, towering and impossible to miss. Even after all this time, it still felt unreal that I lived there.

I glanced up at the rearview mirror. “You can take your jacket off if you want, Kayla. Car’s warm.”

She shook her head immediately, eyes glued to the window. “I… I’d rather not.”

“Alright,” I said, letting it go.

The light turned green. I drove on, slowed a few seconds later, and pulled up in front of the hotel entrance. The building loomed over us, bright and massive, like it knew exactly what kind of trouble lived inside it.

I got out first. Kayla and Mendy followed a second later, both of them adjusting their coats, sticking close to each other without realizing it. The valet stepped up, professional smile already in place. We shook hands. I passed him a hundred and he nodded like it was nothing.

Then we headed toward the stairs.

Kayla and Mendy walked a little behind me, just far enough that I could feel it. Their footsteps were quieter, hesitant. I could almost hear their thoughts.

Mendy kept looking around, her head tilting back as she took in the building. “This place is… huge,” she murmured, awe slipping into her voice before she could stop it.

The automatic doors slid open and we stepped into the lobby. Warm air, polished floors, soft lighting. Everything smelled clean and expensive. We crossed it in silence and reached the elevator.

I pressed the button. A few seconds later, the doors opened and we stepped inside.

I stood in the middle. Kayla on one side. Mendy on the other.

The doors slid shut.

My heart started pounding, fast and heavy, not from fear but from everything piling up at once. Anticipation. Curiosity. The weight of what was about to happen.

Neither of them spoke. Kayla stared straight ahead. Mendy clasped her hands together, then unclasped them, then clasped them again.

The elevator chimed and the doors opened.

Penthouse floor.

We stepped out and walked down the hall. I reached into my pocket, pulled out the keycard, and swiped it. The lock buzzed softly and the door slid open.

We stepped inside.

Alright.

It was about to start.

Tessa stepped out of the bedroom first, completely naked except for a pair of black knee-high socks that hugged her calves. Her red hair was loose and wild, and as she turned slightly, the jeweled base of a buttplug glinted between her cheeks.

She froze the second she saw me—and Mendy standing beside me.

Tessa’s eyes widened, then she shook her head with a laugh. “Evan, you idiot. If you’d told me Mendy was coming too, I wouldn’t have greeted her with a buttplug in my ass.”

Mendy’s face went crimson. “I… it’s… I’m just… w-watching.”

Tessa arched a brow, smirking. “You’re… going to watch? Watch what?”

“Us,” I said simply, stepping closer.

Tessa’s smirk turned wicked. “Well, I won’t say no to an audience.” She closed the distance, pressed her naked body against me, and kissed me hard—tongue sliding in, claiming.

I groaned into her mouth, hands dropping to her ass, fingers finding the plug and twisting it slow.

Tessa moaned loud, breaking the kiss to rest her forehead on my chest, legs trembling. “Fuck—Evan—yes—”

Mendy gulped audibly, fidgeting with her hands, eyes darting between us and the floor.

Then the bedroom door opened wider. The rest of the girls spilled out—Jasmine, Kim, Delilah, Nala, Minne—all naked, skin glowing in the low light. Minne wore a sexy maid outfit—black lace, apron barely covering anything, skirt so short it showed everything when she moved.

Mendy’s eyes went huge. She turned away fast, face burning. “O-oh god—everyone’s—”

Jasmine laughed softly, walking closer. “Relax, Mendy. We’re all friends here. Evan let me know you’d come.”

Mendy peeked back, still flustered. “But… why are you doing this with Evan? All of you? Isn’t it… unfair? He gets to be with other women, but you can’t…?”

The girls shared looks, then Jasmine stepped forward first, voice gentle. “I was just a hooker before Evan. Living night to night, no real future. He pulled me out of that life… gave me something real. I don’t want anyone else.”

Tessa shrugged against my chest, still hugging me. “He’s a good guy. I tolerate him.” She smirked. “Kidding. I hate him, heh.”

Mendy looked around at them, eyes wide.

Tessa clapped her hands suddenly. “Enough talk. More fucking.”

The girls laughed, tension breaking.

I grinned, pulling Tessa closer. The night was just starting.

Tessa jumped on me suddenly, legs wrapping tight around my waist, arms around my neck. Her naked body pressed hot against me, tits crushing to my chest.

We kissed hard—messy, hungry, tongues battling as I held her up, hands gripping her ass.

I started walking toward the master bedroom, carrying her, our mouths never breaking. The girls followed behind us, soft footsteps and giggles trailing.

Mendy stayed back near the door, frozen.

I glanced over Tessa’s shoulder, catching Mendy’s wide eyes.

Jasmine noticed too. She smiled, slipped out of the group, went behind Mendy, and gently but firmly pushed her forward into the bedroom.

Once we were all inside, Jasmine closed the door with a soft click.

I set Tessa down on the edge of the bed. She grinned up at me as I stripped fast—shirt off, pants down, cock springing free, throbbing hard and ready.

Mendy stood just inside the closed door, eyes locked on it, not moving an inch.

I glanced at her, smirking faintly, then Tessa lunged, yanking me down on top of her.

“Focus here, stud,” she purred, pulling me into another deep kiss.

I smiled against her lips, kissing back, hands roaming her body.

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