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THE NEXT STORYGwenMy mother’s voice clawed through the back of my mind the moment I caught sight of that red lipstick—bold, blood-colored, defiant—smudged just slightly at the corner of the woman’s mouth as I peered inside.Good girls don’t do red lipstick.To my mother, red lipstick wasn’t just makeup—it was a warning sign. A vulgar invitation. Proof a woman had no shame. A woman in red was someone who opened her mouth for all the wrong reasons—and probably spread her legs just as easily. And judging by the tender bruising in Mrs. Becket’s mouth, my mother wouldn’t be far off.I swallowed that thought, bitter and sharp, and kept my hands steady as I worked—careful not to drag that scandalous red across her cheeks. She looked polished, professional, every bit the image of restraint. But her throat told another story. A quick rendezvous on her lunch break, maybe. Fast, hard, dirty. The kind that leaves a mark where no one’s supposed to see.I didn’t judge her.Honestly, I was envio

GwenThe moment I stepped through the doors of Fantasies, the air shifted. It always did—like the place knew exactly what you came for and welcomed you with open arms and a wicked grin. The temperature dropped just enough to raise goosebumps, and the scent wrapped around me: leather, sweat, perfume, and something dirtier, something electric.The bass thudded deep in the walls, heavy and primal. The dance floor pulsed with bodies tangled together, drenched in colored light. Reds, purples, blues—each flash slicing through sweat-slick skin and barely-there clothing. Desire moved in waves here, thick as the music, unavoidable.Black leather couches ringed the dance floor, sleek and deliberately placed. Some held people sprawled out, drinks in hand, lips at necks. Others hosted more explicit scenes—hands, mouths, fingers disappearing beneath clothing. Watching wasn’t rude. Watching was expected.At the far side of the room, the bar stretched long and backlit, bottles glowing on mirrored sh

GwenI left Emily and Jack behind with a wink and a refill. Emily gave me a look—something between "go get 'em" and "don’t do anything I wouldn’t do," which, let’s be honest, didn’t narrow things down much.Jack just raised his glass in a silent salute, already sliding a hand up Emily’s thigh.I knew they were already making plans of their own for the night.I slipped into the flow of the lounge, headed toward the bar. Heels quiet against the floor, heartbeat not so much. The music throbbed low and seductive, wrapping itself around the room in waves. The crowd shifted around me, a rolling tide of anticipation and heat.At the bar, I found an empty spot, leaned against the counter, and let my eyes scan the room. The lounge and dance floor stretched before me, framed in dim light and sin.From here, you’d never know what this place really was. If you didn’t know what to look for, it could be any high-end lounge in the city. Gorgeous people sipping cocktails. Bodies grinding on the dance

GwenI sank between his spread thighs with more confidence than I actually felt—shoulders squared, breath steady, even as my heart pounded like a war drum in my chest. The floor was hard and cool beneath my knees.I wasn’t a pro. Not by a long shot. But I’d spent enough nights in the shadows of Fantasies to know how this moment should unfold. I’d watched. I’d studied. I’d seen how people worked a cock to make a man moan. I looked up at him, voice low and sure, even if my fingers trembled slightly as I reached for his belt.“Tell me what you like,” I said, my gaze locking with his. “And what you don’t.”Ryden’s mouth twitched, that cocky grin breaking through again. “I’ll be sure to let you know.”The smell of leather and sex clung to the air, but under that—him. His cologne, sharp and warm. Cedarwood, maybe. Spice. Something dark that settled deep in my chest and spread like heat through my limbs. I breathed it in and let it center me.I reached for his belt, undoing it slow, the meta

GwenI drank him in, slow and shameless, cataloging every detail. My mind raced with every filthy thing I’d seen at the club. Every scene, every act, every flick of a tongue or clench of a fist I’d memorized from the shadows. And now, all of it was spilling into a list I was dying to write across this man’s body.Ryden caught my look. Smirked—just barely. It faltered at the edges, like even that was more bravado than he could manage right now.“You gonna keep staring,” he rasped, voice rough with want, “or are you gonna do something about it?”I arched a brow, pleased. But before I could reply, he reached for his jeans crumpled on the floor, fingers digging into the pocket. A foil packet appeared between his fingers—held up like an offering. Or maybe a surrender.He tore it open with his teeth, and all the while, his eyes stayed locked on mine. Watching. Waiting. Like I might vanish if he blinked.Then, with one steady hand, he rolled the condom on. Smooth. Confident. Ready.“Smart bo