Tell Josh and Chris to come to your room

Josh and Chris step out of the elevator, the lump in your throat nearly as big as the one in your pants.

"Wait!" You call out. Evan smiles at you. Josh and Chris step back in, and the door closes behind them. "Do you want to come back to my room?"

Josh and Chris look at each other, shrugging. They smile at you, looking at you up and down. You feel like a piece of meat, ready to be consumed by these three men.

Your cheeks flush as Evan grabs the back of your head, crushing his lips against yours. You moan into his mouth as his tongue ravages yours, feeling terrified and aroused that two men are watching you embrace another man. Emboldened by lust, you rub your hand against the bulge in Evan's pants, feeling a quickly growing rod against your palm. His dick feels harder than anything you've felt in your life, and you're faintly aware of Josh and Chris adjusting their bulges as they watch you with Evan. You feel like that should embarrass you, but you don't care.

The elevator dings again, but you don't stop devouring Evan's mouth or rubbing on his dick. He laughs as he pries you from him, and turns to Chris and Josh.

"What a slut." Chris says, sneering at you. You don't know whether you should feel insulted, but you feel completely turned on.

The elevator has arrived at your level, and Evan pushes you out. The three men walk behind you, their eyes glued to your ass as you walk towards your room. As you pull the room key from your pocket, Evan knocks it to the floor. You look at him confused, then catch his wink. Turning your ass towards your new friends, you bend over at the waist and push your round cheeks towards them as you pick up the card. You feel a sting on your ass as you turn to see Chris's hand outstretched. First he slaps your ass, then he rubs your cheek. You let him feel for a moment, before sliding the key into the door and entering the room.

Evan walks to the mini bar, making himself at home. He grabs beers for the other men, and pours you a glass of champagne. You normally prefer beer, but enjoy feeling pampered as Evan passes you your glass.

"Make yourself at home, gents." Evan says, motioning for Chris and Josh to sit on the bed. Evan grabs a small bag he brought with him, tossing it to you. "Go put that on." He orders.