Evelyn’s POV

  

  

   The bar smelled like whiskey, sweat, and a hint of smoke, and the moment I walked in I felt it, eyes on me.

  

  

  

    I had dressed for it, I knew exactly what I was doing, short skirt, no bra under my thin top, my thighs slick from how turned on I already was before even leaving my apartment.

  

  

   I liked the way men looked at me, the way their stares crawled all over me like hands. It made my nipples hard, my pussy wet. I wanted to be used, wanted to be filled, and nothing ever felt like enough.

  

  

   That was when I saw them.

  

  

   Three men, sitting...