Room 24: Theirs to Humiliate Theirs to Pleasure Novel – To escape my crazy ex-boyfriend, I walked into the Sin Club They took me to room 24. “We’re going to have fun tonight,” Dash’s gaze moves over me. “You’re going to do what we say, and let us do what we want.” Arden begins rolling up the sleeves of his button-down shirt, revealing more tattoos. “We’re going to blindfold you,” Ranger explains. “And once we get started, you’ll do what you’re told… or you’ll be punished.” His gaze darts to the wall full of toys before landing on me again. “I understand.” But I don’t. I’m only going along with what they’re saying because I need this money more than anything. I can’t back out. My whole life depends on this. “Now, enjoy your time.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I nod my head quickly. “Yes.” No. Yes, probably. Maybe? I don’t know. “If you are not sure, you can still leave.” The hostess who’s brought me to my room has been nothing but nice. “I know…” but I really need the money. No one needs to know that part. Though she can probably figure it out on her own. Why else would someone agree to let three men do whatever they want to her for a night, right? Well, if I’m completely honest with myself, this arrangement isn’t just enticing because of the money. I’ve always wanted to explore my sexuality more, but every time I brought up something I liked, I was not only shut down but also shamed for it. “Only whores would want something like that. Don’t be such a woman, Mira.”
Adam’s voice plays in my head. He always knows how to make me feel bad about myself, and I’m ashamed it took me so long to realize how toxic our relationship was. “You look worried.” “I am, but not about what you’re probably thinking.” The truth is, I am worried about Adam catching me before I get the money to leave this place for good. “I can tell you they’re not ugly if that’s what you’re worried about.” “It wasn’t.” I smile. “But it’s good to know they don’t have face warts or anything like that.” “Definitely nothing like that,” she assures me. “They are quite nice looking actually, and if they didn’t have such a specific taste sexually, they wouldn’t have a hard time finding women at all.” “Tastes?” “You read the contract, right?” “Of course!” I giggle nervously like the idiot I am. I did read the first and last page of the contract. I might have skipped a few in between… or all of them. Why? Because I felt like all the important parts were on page one.
All three guys were tested and are free from any diseases. They won’t cause me any physical harm. My safe word is red. If I say that word, everything will stop. The truth is, I didn’t want to know what exactly they were planning on doing, which I’m second-guessing now. Would it be better knowing, or would it scare me off? “Is this a normal request? I mean, I know you arrange meetings like this, but…” “We have men sharing women all the time. Women sharing men is rare but also happens sometimes.” I can’t imagine doing that, but then I can’t imagine any of this. I’ve only ever been with Adam—my ex, now that I finally packed up and ran—so this is all way beyond my limited experience. I wouldn’t even know about this place if it wasn’t for my best friend. Not that she comes here. If she does, she doesn’t tell me about it, and she tells me everything.
But she works in a big hotel in town and gets all kinds of customers. Recently, a pair of businessmen had a conversation about Club Sin within earshot of the front desk. It wasn’t the thought of wild, anonymous story that kept me listening when she told me the story of what she had heard. It was the dollar amount the men discussed. How they were going to pay a girl ten thousand dollars between them. How she would let them do anything they wanted within the club’s rules. And the way they made it sound, there aren’t many rules. Ten thousand dollars. That’s more than I could hope to make in… I don’t know how long. I’ve been trying to find a job since I left Adam, but the whole hiding out thing keeps me back. I can’t let him find me, which means it’s a risk just leaving the motel I’ve called home. That reminds me of something.
“Um, I’m sorry. Can I confirm the dollar amount on the contract?” I was in that much of a hurry to sign and get this over with that I forgot to double-check. Her eyes narrow slightly, but she doesn’t chide me for not paying attention—though I’d deserve it. “Five thousand dollars from each of the gentlemen. That’s fifteen thousand dollars in total.” It’s enough to make my fingers and toes tingle. “Right. That’s what I thought.” She nods, then extends an arm and gestures to the room. I haven’t looked around much since we came in. Now I do, and I’m as impressed as I was with the classy, elegant first floor. This isn’t some skeevy club. You have to have serious money to play in a place like this—and the clean blood test I had to provide on coming in tonight tells me they’re not joking about safety. “The men will be in shortly,” the hostess informs me as I slowly walk around the room. “Enjoy.” Enjoy. Easy for her to say. The array of toys lined up against the back wall makes me wonder. I don’t even know what some of these things are. A riding crop? Something with a bunch of leather strips hanging from a thick, rounded handle. A few dildos that are all thicker than anything I’ve ever had inside me.
Are they going to use these on me? Could I handle it? There’s a table close to the wall with a big light hanging over it. I flip a switch and flinch at how bright it is—and now that I can see better, I notice leather cuffs hanging at all four corners of the table, along with straps running down both sides. To tie a person down and keep them still. What have I gotten myself into? The door opens before I can go too far down that particular road. What did I expect to see tonight? Businessmen like the ones Thatcher described over the phone? Men willing and able to spend five thousand dollars each for a single night with a woman. Instead, in walk three men who look like they can’t be much older than me. Mid-twenties, tops. All three are big, muscular, and have ink peeking out from over their shirt collars. They stop short upon finding me standing next to the table. I suddenly feel very small and very vulnerable. Goldilocks in front of the three bears.
Two of them look like they could be brothers with their dark hair and eyes, stubble covering their square jaws. The other has blond hair and blue eyes like me, though his eyes are more piercing. And they’re piercing me now, along with the other two pairs of eyes, studying me while the men stroll around. They don’t say a word at first, settling for watching me. What are they thinking? What do they want me to do? Finally, one of the dark-haired guys speaks in a deep, rumbling voice. “You know what you’re here for?” “I guess so?” I’m in way over my head here. “I mean, there wasn’t anything specific in the contract.” He sighs like he’s irritated. I’m already making mistakes. “You should already be blindfolded.” “Come on. We’re all going to have fun tonight.” “You’re not a virgin, are you?” Ranger asks, lifting an eyebrow. “No,” I say with a laugh. “But this is your first time doing anything like this?” There’s hunger in his voice, in his eyes. “That’s true.” I lift my chin. “But I’m ready for whatever it is you have in mind. So long as you respect the safe word.” Arden snickers.
“Of course. You don’t have to explain it to us.” He very obviously looks me up and down, and my body responds suddenly. Strongly. My chest tighten, and my already wet butt gets wetter. Warmer.s “We’re going to have fun tonight,” Dash assures me while his gaze moves over me just like his friends’. “You’re going to do what we say, and let us do what we want.” Arden begins rolling up the sleeves of his button-down shirt, revealing more tattoos. Like he’s getting ready to go to work. “We’re going to blindfold you,” Ranger explains. “And once we get started, you’ll do what you’re told… or you’ll be punished.” His gaze darts to the wall full of toys before landing on me again. “I understand.” But I don’t. I’m only going along with what they’re saying because I need this money more than anything. My heart might burst out of my chest if it doesn’t stop racing the way it is, but I can’t back out. My whole life depends on this. Besides, I can’t pretend they aren’t hot.
Who wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to be with three men who look like them? I was worried they’d be gross or ugly, but nothing could be further from reality. Now I understand what the hostess was talking about. No way any of them has trouble finding girls on their own. But they want something special. Unusual. That’s what keeps me apprehensive as the men close in on me, and Ranger pulls a length of black silk from a hook on the wall. My blindfold. “You won’t hurt me, will you?” I whisper. “We might,” Arden admits in that deep, scary voice.
“But not for long. We won’t harm you. You really don’t have a clue what you’re doing here, do you?” I hate how condescending he sounds. “I only wanted to be sure. I don’t know you. How can I trust you?” “I guess that’s the question, isn’t it?” I can hardly hear anything over the blood rushing in my ears. This is it. They want to get started. I signed a contract, and I have to go through with it. Dash looks me in the eye and musters a faint grin. “Don’t worry. You’re going to enjoy this just as much as we will.” As Ranger steps up behind me and begins tying the blindfold over my eyes, I can only hope he’s right.