Page 51 of The Upgrade

With a lecherous look at my crotch, she lifts her eyes to mine. “Why does that look familiar?” She pretends to consider. “Oh, right—you had it inside me last night.”

A woman at the other end of the table does a high-pitched whistle. “Take it off, baby!”

A brunette beside her whips out a fistful of fun money. “I’d like a closer peek.” She squeals as I throw in a few hip thrusts. “Pants off, big boy.”

I roll my abs in time to the music, adding an extra ass shake for good measure. Ripping off pants takes practice, and I mentally walk through the steps.

Hands on hips, fingers hooked under the Velcro tabs. Bend at the waist, back flat. Chest up.I lock eyes with Eve and she grins.

Something sparks between us. For three or four seconds, I forget what I’m doing. I forget tear-off pants and beachfront strip shows and Justin Timberlake and everything else but Eve’s green eyes.

She blushes and I snap out of it, whipping my arms out straight. My pants go flying, the crowd goes wild, and Eve howls with the rest of the women.

“Wooohooo!” she shouts, throwing her fistful of Monopoly money. “That’s hot.”

Ego swelling—along with my dick—I dance my way to the other side of the table. A pale beauty with a pixie cut whips out her phone. “I’m findinghimin the portal.”

Calmly, serenely, Eve picks up her phone. Tapping the screen without taking her eyes off me, she pulls up the Crystal Bliss app.

I’m moving away, dancing back to the stage for my big finish, but my eyes find Eve’s in the crowd as she watches me. The fire in her gaze singes my lungs.

“You,” she mouths, grinning.

Is she laying claim to me or joking around? I’m not sure what that means. I’m aching to grab her. To march into the crowd and boost her up on the table, shoving her skirt to her hips. I can feel her legs gripping my waist, the heat of her sex pressing against me as I?—

“Give it up for Topher, ladies! Up next, we have Paolo from Colombia, showing you a little Latin love.”

The crowd applauds as I jog to my cubby, high on adrenaline and hormones. It’s been years since I felt this rush, and I’ve gotta admit, it was fun.

Grabbing my water bottle, I take a big swig, wiping the sweat from my face. I pick up my pager from the cubby and glance down to see a new message.

Room 24: Private request.

That’s Eve’s room number. I’m smiling as I toggle to the detail field.

Threesome.

FMF.

Female consort to be selected at the discretion of male consort.

Holy shit. Eve wants me for a three-way. And she wantsmeto choose who joins us.

I’m not sure what to make of it. Is this Eve feeling jealous? Eve feeling guilty, wanting to make sure I’m not butthurt if she picks another guy?

From a practical standpoint, she’s choosing someone who knows her body. Someone she trusts to bring her big fantasy to life.

I study the screen, but there’s no other info. Just what I’ve already read.

“Hey, Topher! You were great out there.”

I turn and there’s Sybil, still wearing her costume from her time on stage. She’s walking with Kora, her arm hooked around her wife’s waist.

“I’m glad I messaged you.” Kora beams. “You’re a natural.”

“Thanks.” I mop at my forehead again. “I had fun.”

Sybil points to my pager and smiles. “Let me guess—you’re blowing up with notifications?”

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