Chapter 3
The Client Made My Enemy And I Destroy Each Other For His Pleasure

The client stands before us like a king, slowly stroking his thick, veined cock as Brittany and I kneel naked on the bed, faces still glistening with each other’s juices.

“Turn and face each other,” he commands, voice low and authoritative. “On your knees. Kiss like you actually mean it this time.”

Brittany’s eyes meet mine — still filled with that familiar hatred, but now burning with something much darker. Lust. Reluctant, furious lust.

We lean in.

This kiss is nothing like the first. It’s hungry, sloppy, desperate. Tongues battling, teeth nipping, saliva mixing as...