"It's time to go."

"Okay."

He takes her hand and she leads him past the bouncer, up the steps, and into the lounge.

Inside, Veronica is on her knees before the bald man, head bobbing between his legs. The other men are watching with sick smiles that they turn on the two of them as soon as they walk in.

"Welcome back," Walter pants out with little puffs and Amara is thankful for the angle of his chair.

The tall man stands to his feet and approaches them, dick still in his hand. Amara tenses up and Bobby, who stands behind her, pulls her even more tightly into himself.

"So glad you brought your sweetheart back," he said. "Mind sharing?"

Bobby's lips find her collarbone and Amara takes the cue to feed him a line. "No one touches me but you."

A full chill rakes through his body at her words, but he repeats them to the tall man. "I'm the only one that touches her."

"A show then?" Vono suggests from his seat. "As a sign of your… fidelity to this organization."

For a moment, the only sound in the room is the deep bass of the music and Veronica's slurping sounds. Bobby's fingers flex on her waist, waiting on her. Amara looks at him and then back at the room, waiting expectantly. She paints on a smile.

"Good girl," Vono says, gray eyes scanning her lasciviously.

She's shaking when Bobby leads her back to their seat. He sits first and when Amara straddles his lap, air rushes out of him.

"Are you sure?" he whispers in her ear.

Amara nods and wraps her arms around his neck. Bobby's hands stroke tentatively up her sides until they reach her breasts. There's a moment of hesitation before his hands are on them and he gives them a slight squeeze. Amara squeaks and the men all smile.

"Atta boy," Vono grumbles and his lackeys all grunt in agreement.

Bobby's looking up at her, eyes wide and terrified as the sequins crinkle beneath his hands. Amara wants to smile reassuringly at him, but this is… a lot.

He sits up, and his hardness presses against the heat of her core, making him hiss. Bobby presses his mouth to that soft spot behind her ear again and she gets something akin to head rush.

"Say the word and I'll pretend to have a seizure."

That makes her laugh, despite everything, and he smiles wide against her neck.

"Enough with the little whispers," the bald man says, and when Amara looks over, Veronica is still going ham on his dick. His eyes are lidded and fixed on Amara's body. "Fuck her, kid."

The pervert recognizes the disgust in Amara's eyes and smiles. A completely different kind of shiver shoots down Amara's spine as she whips back to look at Bobby, who has taken off his gold rings and put them in his jacket pocket. He nods, face mirroring the sentiment she's feeling. One of his hands cups her jaw while the other slides down to grip her ass.

Bobby pulls her down and kisses her.

"There you go," one of the men cheers as another whoops obnoxiously.

She barely hears it. This is the kiss she's been staring at all night, the kiss he'd been waiting for since they walked in, and she can tell by the way he's pouring his entire self into her.

Amara's whole head is spinning, surging forward into Bobby as one of the hands she has on his neck climbs up to grip his hair. It's like a switch was flicked. He moans into her mouth like he's been jumpstarted.

The hand on her ass slides her over his dick and electricity shoots up her spine. He does it again, pressing the heat of her against the hardness of him. The seam of his pants is rough against the smooth silk of her underwear, catching at her clit and making Amara shake in her skin.

"More," she whimpers as Bobby gasps out a shuddery breath. His lips find her neck again, placing a chaste kiss there before following with his tongue and his teeth, the way she'd been wanting him to since before they even stepped into the club.

"You heard her," Walter says from across the circle. "She wants more."

Biting his lip, Bobby looks at her again, whining in the back of his throat when she grinds down on him. She nods and the hand cupping her face slides down her body, squeezing everything in its path before he finds her thigh.

His hand slips up her skirt, fingers tentatively brushing against the wet silk of her thong. His eyes are fixed on her face, watching as it screws up with anticipation.

Bobby's eyes are darker than she's ever seen them, face flushed and lip red where he's biting it. He runs the tip of his middle finger lightly between her folds, pressing just barely against the fabric.

"Fuck, you're so wet, Am-"

She kisses him before he can finish saying her name, tongue finding his and licking the back of his teeth. As if to apologize, he pushes aside the fabric of her underwear and slides his fingers up until he finds her clit. Amara's whole body twitches.

She breaks the kiss and presses her forehead to his. Bobby watches her face as he slips a tentative finger inside of her. His finger is thick, bigger than her own, and she bites her lip as he presses in.

"So hot, fuck," Bobby mutters, watching as he sinks his finger inside of her.

Heat like lava rolls through her bones, giving her another headrush. She moans, high and sultry for the sake of the audience.

"Yeah, kid, give it to her good," one of them says, but it barely registers for her. All she can focus on is the fire he's stoking inside of her, matching the fire in his eyes as he watches her squirm.

"Another one."

"You want another one?" he asks and she wants to kill him.

"Yes, now," Amara demands, before remembering who she's supposed to be. "Please."

"You beg so pretty for me, princess," he says with a slick smile, just like the smiles on all the men, but she watches it falter as he slips another finger inside of her. Her moan isn't fake this time.

Amara rolls her hips over his fingers and shudders when he presses his thumb to her clit, hands clutching his shoulders to stay upright.

Bobby leans up to kiss her shoulder and whispers into her skin, "Is this okay?"

She wracks her brain for a response, but nothing intelligible is coming back, so she whimpers and rolls her hips over his hand again. His lips slide up her shoulder to press a wet kiss into the crook of her neck.

"Pretty girl," he murmurs. He trails his nose up the column of her throat to the soft spot behind her ear. "So soft, so- fuck- hot. Ungh… can you take another one?"

She nods again, mouth dropping open as he spears her cunt with three fingers. Bobby lets out a half-hearted little grunt, stretching her as he slides his fingers in and out.

For a second, the only sound was that of his fingers squelching inside of her and Veronica's soft slurping noises.

"Alright, enough," Vono announces suddenly and the two of them fly apart. Amara sits back on his knees with his fingers still buried inside of her. "Stick your dick in her."