the pyramid was looming, dawning over marc as he stepped out of the car. he had managed to calm himself down, preventing the rapid switching with steven every few seconds.

steven was still there, though, watching from every angle he possibly could. it was strange - marc felt like he was sharing the body with steven more than normal, like steven wasn’t watching through mirrors anymore but through his own eyes.

marc had read about it somewhere a while ago, it was called co-consciousness.

but he didn’t care, not right now. you had been missing for over six hours now, and the sun was beginning to rise over the peak of the pyramid. marc couldn’t deny he was worried - more than a little.

although he didn’t think himself extremely religious these days, marc still found himself mumbling prayers for you in hebrew under his breath and felt his hand reach up to brush over his star of david necklace.

fuck, how he hoped someone out there was listening.

“this way,” layla called, finding the entrance.

weird. this was weird, marc thought. no one was stationed at the entrance, or even in the hallways and rooms that took them deeper into the pyramid.

marc had expected that harrow would have had men around every doorway, every entrance and exit - but there was nothing. no one stationed anywhere, no one holding a gun to his head when he turned a corner. this was certainly new - but marc didn’t let it throw him off - no, it had to be on purpose.

the silence was deafening - the only noise being the footsteps and breath of layla and marc. even steven was quiet, observing in the headspace, holding his breath as well, as if he said something everyone would hear it and harrow would come bursting out. l

layla held her gun out in front of her, eyes scanning every space before they walked into it. she too, was worried by the lack of personnel. even though she wouldn’t admit it, she was preparing for you to be dead. it hurt her to even say it, that the woman who she was a bridesmaid for was most likely lying dead somewhere, but layla had learnt reality the hard way.

it had been what? seven hours now, give or take, since you were taken? maybe more, maybe less. but she knew that with every second that ticked by, the chances of you walking out of here alive were fading away like the sand in the bottom of an hourglass.

a bang came from down the corridor, making sand fall from the ceiling and they looked at each other, marc pulling his own gun out and holding it in front of him. taking a step at a time, they made their way down the hall to the room the noise came from.

marc walked into the room first, scanning it as layla came in behind him.

harrow stood in the middle of the room, alone. he was balanced on his stick, resigned to silence as he observed the two people in front of him.

“where the fuck is y/n?” marc spat, staring at harrow, not giving him a chance to begin the speech he had prepared.

he didn’t answer, “you arrived.”

“where is she?” layla still had her gun raised.

“y/n?” harrow asked, not expecting a reply. “she’s around here somewhere.”

marc stepped forward, pushing his gun into harrows face; pausing between every word. “where the fuck is she.”

the older man shrugged; “it’s up to you to find her, marc spector.”

it was layla’s turn to step forward now. “the fuck do you mean by that?”

“well,” harrow smiled. “marc has a lot of experience with finding people, am i right?”

the woman scoffed, shaking her head lightly. “listen, i don’t fucking know what game you’re playing but - but it’s not funny. tell us where she is, or i swear to god-”

“did she ever tell you?” harrow interrupted, completely disregarding layla’s words.

“what?” marc furrowed his eyebrows. “tell me what?”

harrow swallowed. “so she didn’t.”

“we don’t have time for your games, harrow,” layla hissed. “tell us where she is.”

it was like she didn’t say anything at all, because harrow continued on; “did you ever wonder why your partner turned against you?”

now he had marc hooked. “what?”

“bushman.”

if he wasn’t trying to keep them steady, marc’s hands would have shook. his gun would have fallen, even just by an inch. “what about him?”

harrow smiled. he knew, he knew he had marc now. “he’s the one who got you into this mess, right?”

“marc-” layla interrupted. “we don’t have time.”

“wait,” marc mumbled back to her. “wait. what do you know?”

the older man took a few steps forward, observing marc’s face; the way his eyebrow furrowed and his eyes were reddened, his frown making an appearance once again.

“did you never stop to consider, that it was odd? a partner you had worked with for years, suddenly changing. out of the blue, with nothing prompt him.”

“he got greedy,” marc almost whispered, voice hoarse. “needed the money.”

harrow hummed. “but why did he get greedy?”

even layla was paying attention now, undeniably intrigued. she knew what happened with bushman - how could she not? the bounty marc had placed on his head was large enough to spread from one corner of the world to another. someone had killed him, a few weeks later, but they never took any credit for it. it was a mystery to the mercenary world.

the rhetoric harrow posed hung in the air for a moment, complete silence engulfing them once again. marc had never thought about it - why raoul had needed money so much to betray his friend. were they even friends? coworkers?

“it’s almost as if,” harrow finally spoke. “someone encouraged him.”

both marc and layla’s head snapped to him. layla’s brows furrowed, confused. he couldn’t be suggesting that, could he?

“you’re crazy.” marc spat.

“you don’t even know what i’m about to say.”

he swallowed, jaw clenching. raising his brows as if to say; go on, then.

“have you even been to the blue lagoon bar, in vegas?”

the two of them had the same reaction; a choked, disbelieving scoff.

“i’ll take that as a yes,” harrow tilted his head.

“yes, y/n loves that place. fucking swears by it.” layla said.

harrow nodded. “i’m aware, yes. she favours the piña coladas, right? i never liked them. too sweet.”

“could you maybe, like, hurry the fuck up?” marc waved his gun slightly.

“i digress,” harrow cleared his throat. “yes, i’m aware y/n is a regular there. she has been for years, well before either of you met her, in fact. now - y/n used to take everyone there, dates, friends, coworkers, clients… everyone.

“would it surprise you, to tell you that i met y/n, while she was still y/n l/n? i don’t believe you were even in the picture, marc.”

layla and marc looked at each other. this - this was something they didn’t know. why wouldn’t she tell us this, they thought, why the fuck would she leave this out?

“yeah, i was younger. so was she, actually. it wasn’t anything interesting - the opposite actually. i was a bartender, back when i was your age. being an avatar doesn’t pay well - you know that, marc. i doubt she would ever recognise me, actually.

“we used to get a lot of underage people coming in, but i have to say, no one had as good a fake ID as y/n. no one, i mean that. she must have been, what, eighteen when she started coming? give or take?”

that rang bells in marc’s head - you had been seventeen going on eighteen when you started solo work. he swallowed again.

“i saw her every time she came in, plenty of dates, plenty of clients. but there was one that always stuck out to me, one of the coworkers she brought in. i can remember them, sitting at the bar, two beers.

“she looked great, yeah. dressed to kill, you know? and the guy, he was a big guy - tall, ginger hair. scottish, i think. or irish - i’m not the best with accents.”

marc did not like where this was going. he only knew one scottish man.

“their conversation was par for the course, how’s work been, all that. we used to get a lot of contract killers in, but it never really bothered me. i mean, what can you do? i was doing the same for that big bird a few years prior, but again, i digress,”

“tell me about it.” layla grumbled.

“i promise you,” harrow looked at her. “this has value. anyway, it was a standard night. i think y/n actually was about twenty-one, or getting there, by this point. she always looked older. acted it, too, because she was taking every shot this guy gave her like a champ.

“they drank for hours, it was actually almost the end of my shift, but then the conversation got exciting, you know? bartenders are always nosy. i was half listening, and then i heard egypt, tomb, steal - or something to that variation. piqued my interest, right? ammit would surely want to know about this one.

“they were talking about someone, too, and it wasn’t someone either of them seemed fond of. called him a dick, always brooding or something like that. the guy, about six shots in, was a lot bolder. talking about money - big, big amounts of money - and how he was bummed he had to spilt it.

“and y/n,” harrow looked marc dead in the eyes. “she came out with something, something i’ve thought about a lot.”

marc’s throat went dry, like the lining became sandpaper. he knew where this was going - he knew. he didn’t want to, but he did.

“well?” layla spoke for him.

“the scottish-irish-whatever guy, he says how he doesn’t want to split the cash. and y/n says, dead serious; ‘then kill him’.”

he knew it was coming. yeah, he knew, but it still stung. it was like the bullet hole inside him ripped open again, twisting at his organs and bleeding him out. marc dropped his hand, lowering his gun, and his head. did he doubt if harrow was lying? no. why would he? it made sense.

“i don’t-” layla stuttered. “i don’t understand.”

harrow turned to her. “y/n came in the next week, by herself. oh, she was a state. tell your bartender your troubles applied, you know? she just cried on about how she did a bad thing, made a huge mistake. i asked her over and over what it was but, she didn’t say. i knew, though. the man she was talking to had went out and killed a man.

“and she left that night, blackout drunk with some random girl. i didn’t see her - not for a few weeks. and then, she comes in, new phone and everything. leaves huge tips, she’s buying everyone drinks. i’m thinking, where did she get this money? and then i realise, oh yeah, there’s a huge bounty on someone right now.”

marc couldn’t even hear what harrow was saying - the ringing in his ears drowned everything else out. this couldn’t be happening - it couldn’t. his y/n? she did this, all of this, to him and she never told him? everything wanted to scream no - but deep down, he knew it was true. it made sense, all of it.

“i never did see that scottish man again. his name was raoul.” harrow finished.

it was layla’s turn to realise. her gun fell too, hitting the ground before she could move to catch it.

harrow watched her, the knowledge that her best friend was an awful person seeping into her brain. he smiled, not that either of them noticed, switching between the two of them.

marc stood, still. his eyes were somewhere else, brown irises visibly smaller compared to his blown pupils. harrow knew what his meant - he was angry. completely full of hate and contempt.

perfect.

this was exactly how harrow wanted things to go - both parties completely shocked at the new revelation. them, being hell set on finding you just to kill you themselves, ready to strike as soon as they clapped eyes on you.

your husband, especially, was murderous. everything up to that moment didn’t matter. you did this to him, and you didn’t even have the decency to fucking tell him? divorce papers might as well be on the way already.

he could now understand why you didn’t put it past him to hit you. because for the first time in your marriage, he was ready to lay hands on you. he was ready to kill you - to make you feel the pain he has felt.

“i believe she’s upstairs.”

and harrow was gone.

layla bent down to pick up her gun, calling for marc as she walked slowly to the exit. “i’ll fucking kill her.” she mumbled.

“get in line.” he laughed, but it wasn’t a joke. he wanted you to hurt. really, really hurt.

she waited at the exit, letting him lead the way. the stone steps were steep - climbing up to the next floor, and when they reached the landing, at least ten doors lined each side.

“i’ll take the right,” layla mumbled.

marc nodded, looking in the first door to the left. nothing.

he was furious - seeing, literally, red. steven was talking at him - something about being rational, although it came out as more of a begging.

she was young, marc. talk to her, there’s got to be a reason.

but he didn’t care, much. through all the love, marc could only feel boiling rage in the bottom of his stomach.

picturing the conversation already, the distorted image of yourself in his minds eye yelled and screamed, arguing with everything marc planned on saying.

he could see it already, your tears, your begging. it almost made him feel bad - almost. the love once again popped up, like a gentle reminder that ‘through better and worse’ was a promise.

every room was empty, having been through at least six now. marc was beginning to get impatient, anger levels only raising with every empty space. he hoped to god he found you before layla did, and there was only a few rooms after this next one.

but then the world stopped spinning.

no clock continued to tick, no bird flew overhead, no wind blew through the half-open window steven had left ajar in the flat back in london. marc stared into the doorway - the blood on the floor mixing with the crimson stains in your head.

his whole body felt numb, anger suddenly abandoning his senses, from his feet all the way to his fingers and face and mind. he stared, completely unable to take his eyes off of you. you, who was littered in specs of red and turning-blue bruises, left half of your head almost completely missing from the bullet hole. he stared, unmoving.

“no,” he whispered, so quietly he might not have said it at all. “no, no, no.”

marc rushed to you, legs collapsing as he neared your body. the khaki of his cargos stained instantly, your blood mixing into the fabric. steven watched - not that marc noticed - in complete disbelief from the nearest reflective surface, which just happened to be the puddle of your blood.

scooping you into his arms, marc pushed the hairs on your face back and stared. the hole in your head was slightly above your right eyebrow, dark crimson and brown blood still seeping from the wound. the bullet must have went in diagonally, because the left side of your head spilled blood and brains all over his thighs.

continuing to mutter ‘no’s, he pulled you into him, your body completely limp against his. you were cold - the flesh from beneath your shirt freezing against marc’s touch. all the hatred disappeared, and in that moment, it didn’t matter if you personally shot marc and made him work for khonshu - he would have forgiven it.

steven was silent, tears in his eyes. he didn’t know how to cope with this - nothing about this made sense. what could he say? what could he do? he just watched, your lifeless body hanging limp in marc’s arms.

neither of them heard layla’s footsteps, but they did hear her scream. she rushed over - falling to her knees beside marc. without having to say it, she knew marc didn’t do this. he wouldn’t - this was brutal. she noticed the deep, bloody cuts all over your body, the tear marks of your mascara that wasn’t covered in blood.

they stayed like that, sobbing, for god knows how long. no one counted - no one even spoke. much like marc, all of the resent evaporated from layla with every choked breath she took.

funny. the two of them, marc maybe more so, had wished death upon you not even five minutes prior. they were ready to kill you themselves, take your life with their bare hands if it came down to it.

“Well for sure all of hype house will be there.. I heard Jack Harlow is making an appearance. I think he’s friends with Addison.” He said focusing back on his buttons.

You didn’t know if you heard him correctly about Jack being there. You were a huge fan and you always told Vin that if you could get a free pass it’d be with Jack Harlow. It became kind of like an inside joke between you and Vinnie because of how often you said it. That’s why you weren’t so sure if you heard correctly cause you thought for sure he would say something to make fun of you over your celeb crush on Jack. But he didn’t.

“You almost ready baby girl?” Vinnie asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You spun around so he could see all of you. You had a black, short, skin tight dress on that revealed all the perfect spots of you. You had your hair curled to perfection and your makeup look was natural with some thick mascara and a hint of glitter around your eyes. You liked to keep it simple but daring.

“I’m ready.. I’ve been waiting...” You said giggling at him.

He laughed and grabbed your hand to lead you downstairs. “This night is gonna be all about you baby girl. Anything you want.” He said kissing your hand.

“Oh yeah? What did i do to deserve that?” You ask while grinning.

“What haven’t you done?” Vinnie said.

“Let’s not go to the party. Let’s just stay home and you give me what i want.” You said pulling at his hand to stop walking. He turned around to smile at you and gently started to pull you to continue walking.

“Sorry baby girl… We’re going. You’ll have fun I promise.” He squeezed your hand and kissed it. He opened the door of his rx7 and guided you to sit in it. “You’ll be thanking me later i’m sure.” He added before closing your door and walking around to get in the driver seat.

The whole way to the club was silent with background music on. You could see Vinnie sneaking a peak at you while he gripped the steering wheel with his left hand and his right hand laid on your thigh. You would look at him every time but he’d instantly look away to focus on the road. You knew something was up cause usually you both are jamming to music or at least talking to each other. But this ride was.. different.

“we will be there shortly..” Vinnie said as he squeezed your exposed thigh. A soft unexpected moan escaped your lips. You heard him laugh to himself. He loves the effect he has on you.

Since he got off the highway you were stuck in usual L.A traffic. He slowly worked his way up your thigh squeezing and moving his thumb in circles. You subtly spread your legs open so he had full access to you. Vinnie gripped the wheel harder and moved his hand farther up your thigh stopping right when he got to your panties. He rubbed delicate circles on your clit before shoving your panties to the side without warning and sticking his middle finger in you. You gasped and then moaned loudly. You threw your head back and tried your hardest to not squeeze your legs shut. He started pumping his finger in and out of you at an amazing speed, even while driving. He kept his left hand still on the wheel and his eyes on the road. When he had the chance, he’d look at you with pure lust and have a grin on his face.

Just when you were about to cum you felt the car slow down and turn. You opened your eyes to see the club and the valet signs. You immediately felt Vinnie’s finger pull out and he fixed your panties for you quickly. He patted your thigh and immediately grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.

“No i need you to finish what you just started Vincent.” You said in a serious tone. He was still holding your hand up to his lips. He gave you a big cheeky grin and a giggle. He popped his lips off your hand dramatically. “I gotchu baby.. Even if i may need a lil help.” Vinnie said.

Right as you were going to ask him what he meant the Valet men opened up both of your doors. Vinnie stepped out and the Valet man grabbed your hand and helped you out. You thanked the man and reached for Vinnie. It was loud and the flashes of cameras were blinding so you followed behind Vinnie as close as possible.

Once you both entered the party Vinnie lead you right to the group. Everyone greeted you both and offered drinks. You obviously accepted every drink handed to you. You were here to have fun and Vinnie drove here so you knew you were okay to get a little drunk.

About an hour into the party you tried to make your way over to Vinnie. He was sitting on the arm of a couch. Watching your every move, without you being aware of this. He was grinning watching you try to maneuver through the crowd to get to him. You finally got to where he was. You reached your arms out to hug him and you buried your face in his neck.

“Hi baby.. I miss you.” You scream loud enough for him to hear. He laughed.

“I miss you too baby girl.. Are you drunk?” Vinnie asked while giggling.

“Not at all.. Just a little tipsy. I was gonna head to the bar for another drink” you say smirking.

Vinnie smirked. “Go for it baby.” He said playfully smacking and squeezing your butt.

You gave him a quick kiss and made your way over to the bar. You didn’t recognize anyone at the bar so you waited for your turn at the corner of the bar. You were in line for about 5 minutes when you felt the presence of someone standing behind you. You figured it was someone just waiting for the bar tender to make her way over.

“Can I buy you a drink?” You heard a man ask.

You turned around and was standing right in front of the one and only Jack Harlow. Your eyes widened and you gasped as quiet as possible. You stood there like a deer in headlights. Jack cracked a cheeky smile and looked at the bar behind you and then back in your eyes. 

“What are you drinking? It’s on me” He asked again chuckling.

“Yeah, i uh, i’m drinking tequila and lemonade.. Are you sure?cause-” “It’s on me” He cut you off and winked. He turned to get the bartenders attention which clearly worked better then me. He put the order for your drink in and leaned against the bar and sipped his water. He turned to look at you. You were already looking at him as if you were studying his face for a test or something. He smiled real big at you.

“I’m Jack by the way” he said laughing.

“I know..” You say smiling. “I’m Y/n” You say.

“I know..” Jack said the same way as you. You looked at him shocked. “You do not” you said laughing and shaking your head.

“Y/n Y/l/n.. You’re dating Hacker.” he said. “I know more then you think” he added, smirking at you. You immediately blushed and turned your head to look for Vinnie. Your eyes immediately met his. Vinnie was already staring back at you with a grin on his face. Just then Jack took this opportunity to lean in and whisper in your ear.

“Tell me about this free pass thing?” Jack asked, his lips brushing against your ear.

You blushed even more and covered your mouth. You shook your head because you couldn’t believe where this was going. Just then the bartender brought the drink to Jack. He gestured towards you for her to hand it to you instead. You grabbed the drink and gulped it all down within a couple seconds.

“A little birdie told me that if you had a free pass to fuck anyone it’d be me.. You’d want me to take full advantage of you. is that true mamas?” he whispered in your ear again. You tried saying something.. anything. But you couldn’t speak.

“Y/n no need to be nervous. I promised Vinnie I would take good care of you.” He whispered this time leaving a wet kiss under your ear. You immediately turned towards Vinnie. His eyes still locked on you and Jack. He gave you a wink and in that moment you knew for sure Vinnie set this up. Your eyes scanned the area where yours and Vinnies mutual friends were. None of them were paying attention so you turned back towards Jack. You gazed into each others eyes for a minute.

“Say the words and i’ll give it to you..” Jack said loud enough for just you to hear.

You knew your panties were already wet, you were so turned on and you felt like your pussy was throbbing for attention. You were squeezing your thighs together at the sound of Jack dirty talking to you right in middle of a club with your boyfriend staring you both down.

You leaned into Jack’s ear this time. He turned to give you full access. You caught him off guard by sucking on his ear lobe instead of saying something. You felt his whole body tense up. Jack immediately grabbed your hand and dragged you up the stairs of the club. He took you down a hall way that had a bunch of private VIP rooms with couches, tables, and little self serve bars. Jack picked the first room he saw. He pulled you in and slammed the door shut, shoving you up against it. He instantly started kissing and sucking on your neck. He pulled away real fast.

“If this gets to be too much just say stop.” He said looking in your eyes. You shook your head ‘okay’ really fast and immediately pulled him back to your neck.

“Okay just please don’t stop..” You whined out. You started grinding against him. “Jack please..” You moaned out again.

“Please what” Jack grunted out.

You grabbed both fists full of his shirt and yanked it up over his head You slammed your lips onto his. You both just kept your lips on one another. Neither one of you wanted to break that first kiss. You slipped your tongue out asking for permission into his mouth. He immediately accepted and it turned to a full make out. Your hand immediately went to the button and zipper of his pants. You were fumbling with them and Jack assisted you with undoing his pants.

“Please Jack.. Do whatever you want to me…please” You begged desperately.

Jack grabbed your hand and directed you to the leather couch. He stood you in front of it and unzipped your dress from behind. He left wet kisses down your back.

“You’re such a good girl.” Jack moaned as he cupped your bare tits from behind you and sucked your neck. He let your dress fall so you were left standing in just your thong and heels. Jack gently guided you to lay on the couch on your back. He sat at the bottom where your feet were resting. You were trembling with adrenaline. It felt so wrong but so right. You were so high on this feeling.

“Are you okay baby?” He questioned before continuing.

“Yes i just need… i need you.. i need something.” You said desperate as can be.

Jack smiled as he grabbed one of your legs, starting at your ankle just above your heel and kissing down. When he got down far enough he busted your legs wide open revealing your soaked panties. You moaned at the feeling of him doing this. He started rubbing your sensitive clit over your thong. You jolted your hips up towards his hand.

“Relax pretty girl. I’ll have my way with you don’t worry.” Jack said in a seductive way. You moaned again at his words.

“I barely even touched you yet and look at you all trembling and soaked for me..” Jack moaned out. You jolted your hips again and groaned out in frustration.

“Jack i’m begging you-”

“Oh fuckkk… Oh my god!!!” You moaned out. You were cut off by Jack flicking his tongue and sucking on your clit. You were too busy begging him you didn’t realize he moved your panties over and moved his head down. He moved your legs up to where your knees were touching your tits so he could get a taste of all of you.

“Jack.. Fuck. Jack!!!!” You moaned. Just then he shoved two fingers in you. He was pumping his fingers and he was sucking your clit. He was flicking his tongue in all kind of directions.

“Jack I can’t take it i’m gonna cum” You screamed.

Just when you thought his tongue and fingers couldn’t get any faster… they did. You were full blown screaming and shaking. You knew you were going to cum any second. Jack started moaning against your core to makes vibrations. You completely lost it. You came so hard you felt like you soaked everything. Jack knew you came so he kept sucking and licking but really slow to help you ride out your high. You grinded against his face slowly. You were still shaking and sensitive. Jack sat back up on the couch regularly and pulled his pants and boxers down. You saw his dick spring free. You instantly got up and switched your position in your spot. You got on your knees and you licked and sucked his neck while reaching down and pumping his dick. He instantly started moaning. Just then you bent down to where you were face down ass up on the couch. You were drooling so much at the sight of his dick that it was easy for you to spit on it. You pumped him a couple more times before taking more then half of his length in your mouth. You still had your hand pumping as your head was bobbing up and down at a steady speed.

“Fuck y/n!!… Suck my dick so good baby” Jack said as he grabbed a fist full of your hair. You moaned on his dick making him buck his hips. You swirled your tongue all over his tip and slurped all of his precum up.

Jack reached over to where he set his condom. He started opening it while watching your movements.

“One second baby girl .” Jack said as he slipped his condom on real quick.

Jack sat you up quickly and grabbed you by your hips. He guided you over onto his lap and hovered you right over his dick. He looked you in the eyes as you grabbed his dick and guided it to your pussy. You slowly sank onto his dick closing your eyes and making an ‘O’ with your lips. Jack dug his fingers into your hips. He was groaning so loud. His head fell back on the back of the couch.

“My god y/n…” Jack moaned. You started bouncing up and down on his dick. Both of your moans filled the room. You couldn’t tell if Jack was just as loud as you or louder. As you were bouncing up and down he reached around to grab your ass. He spread your ass and then jiggled it up and down fast, to help you go a faster speed.

You were pretty much at a high pitch squeak right now. You couldn’t help it. Your throat was dry and scratchy already.

“Jack!! Fuck!! Harder” You screamed.

Jack stopped what he was doing and stood you up. He stood up in front of you. He spun you around and pushed you onto the couch so you were in doggy style. Your head and arms were hanging over the back of the couch. Your knees on the couch and ass in the air. Perfect position for Jack to pound the fuck out of you.

“I gotta hit this pretty pussy from the back.” Jack moaned out. He spit right on your pussy and used his dick to spread it around as lubricant.

“Mmm fuck me so good Jack” You moaned uncontrollably loud. Jack smacked your ass so hard. “Fuck yeah baby, harder!” You screamed. He smacked again… harder.

“Your so good for me mamas” Jack grunted as he thrusted into you as fast as he could.

You had your eyes closed, you didn’t notice Vinnie enter the private VIP room. Jack noticed but it didn’t stop him from what he was doing.

“Mmm throw it back for me y/n… Show Vinnie what a good girl you are for me.” Jack moaned out. Your eyes flew open as you were still getting pounded by Jack. You looked up to see Vinnie watching you getting completely fucked out by Jack. This turned you on even more.

You screamed/moaned so loud and threw it back. Your lips still in the ‘O’ shape. You closed your eyes and like a flash of lightning Vinnie shoved his dick into your mouth as Jack was still hitting you from the back. Your eyes shot open and you looked up at Vinnie while your lips were wrapped around his dick. You moaned against his dick as tears rolled down your cheeks leaving mascara marks. Jack grabbed a fistful of all your hair to pull your head back. This allowed him to reposition to go even faster and it was a better angle for Vinnie to throat fuck the shit out of you. You were massaging his balls as you slurped on his dick.

“Yeah throw it back for him. You’re such a good girl y/n” Vinnie moaned. You moaned loud again.

After a few more minutes You felt Jack tensing up inside your pussy and you felt Vinnie’s dick twitching in your mouth. Vinnie pulled his dick out of your mouth and was pumping himself. You had your mouth hanging wide open with your tongue sticking out. Vinnie spit in your mouth while you were waiting for him to cum in it. Vinnie was watching the way Jack pounded into you and made you moan. The way your tits bounced and your ass bounced off of Jack. Vinnie started moaning even louder. He couldn’t stop watching the way Jack fucked his girl so good.

Just then Jack threw his head back and gripped your hips tight. His moans filled the room. He was shaking then went stiff. You knew he came so you continued to slowly throw it back.

“Fuck baby” Jack moaned and slapped your ass.

You didn’t move yet, you were still waiting for Vinnie to cum in your mouth. You reached your hands up Vinnie’s button shirt and started rubbing his abs and rubbing where you knew his tattoos were.

“Mmm yeah baby girl. You ready to take my cum?” Vinnie asked while moaning.

“Mmmm” was all you could get out. Just then Vinnie released all of his cum into your mouth. You swallowed all of his cum and he leaned down to give you a passionate kiss.

Jack cleaned himself up and got dressed again and Vinnie pulled his pants back up.

You were laying on the couch on your back completely exhausted and defeated. They both walked over to the couch. Jack held his hands out for you. You grabbed them and he guided you up. Vinnie held your dress for you to step into. He came around the back of you to zip up your dress. He left wet kisses all over your back as he zipped it up. You were looking Jack in his eyes. He wiped both thumbs under your eyes to get the smudged makeup off your face.

Jack smiled at you while still cupping your face. “You good?” He asked.