My clothes feel like armor. They also represent reality setting in. I’m alone with one of my players and the equipment manager in the storage room of a busy club. We just fucked. All three of us. Together. My resolve to keep Jake at bay lasted all of a month. Oh god, this is hopeless. I can’t deny them. Can’t escape. “Come on, beautiful,” Caleb murmurs, tucking his belt back through its loops. “We’ll take you back to the hotel,” Jake adds.
