Maisie
The girl on the table made a low sound moan, and gasped, slapping her fingers over her mouth like she'd done something wrong, and then, the lean man behind the screen sat up, eyes falling open.
He didn't bother shoving his hard cock into his pants before storming out from behind the screen, expression stormy as he made a beeping for her.
The vibrator clattered from her grasp, and the girl made a sharp squeak, running across the stage.
My heart beat was beating far too quickly.
And then she slammed into a chest and rebounded. A shirtless man with finely carved muscles peered down at her. She shuffled back, only to hit the calves of another man. A third.
He lifted her off the ground, and she kicked, pleading, apologizing, but she was thrown on her stomach over the stretcher, her head and legs dangling over the edge.
I clenched around nothing, soaking my ruined skirt.
I shut my eyes. I hated this scene. It felt personal.
"Watch," I heard Quinlan growl.
