You take her

You lean forward, elbows on the glass table, eyes locked on hers.

“You know what I never got?” you say, voice low, almost conversational. “Ricky got to break you in. I never did. I’ve been owed a taste of you for eight damn years.”

Sabrina’s pupils are already blown wide from the coke and the attention. She licks her lips, slow, deliberate, and the silver dress rides higher as she uncrosses and re-crosses her legs.

“Then take it,” she says, soft but certain. “Right here. Right now. I’m yours tonight (you, Emma, Riley, whoever wants me). Consider it… interest on the debt.”

Emma’s laugh is velvet and razor blades. She sets her flute down with a delicate clink. “Good girl. I always did like the ones who know their place.”

Riley’s already sliding off the table, barefoot, wicked grin in place. “I call first bite.”

Sabrina stands without another word, reaches behind her neck, and the silver slip dress slithers to the floor like liquid metal. Nothing underneath but smooth skin and a tiny black thong. She steps out of the puddle of fabric and sinks gracefully to her knees in the center of the VIP rug, palms up on her thighs, head tilted back, offering.

Lila refills champagne flutes without blinking. Jaxon lines up four fresh rails on the mirrored tray, wipes the surface, and steps back, expression professionally blank, like a pop star stripping naked and kneeling in the middle of the room is just another Tuesday.

You rise, heels clicking once, twice, until you’re standing over her. You thread your fingers through that famous blonde hair and tug her head back so she has to meet your eyes.

“Safe word is ‘red,’” you murmur. “Everything else is permission.” Sabrina’s lips curve, voice husky from the coke and anticipation. “I won’t need it.” Emma’s already behind her, nails dragging down Sabrina’s spine. Riley circles like a hungry cat. Lila dims the overheads to a low, blood-red glow. Jaxon cues a slower, filthier track. The glass walls stay mirrored. The crowd below will never know what’s happening ten feet above their heads.

But you will.

And so will Sabrina, every single second, until she forgets her own name.