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asked for a drink, not you. The lady is spoken for, so back off, Grisha." She smiled at Estelle and glared at Grisha.
    He chuckled again, dropped a kiss against the rapidly beating pulse in Estelle's neck and pulled back just enough to enable Estelle to swing round on her chair. One of his large hands settled on her thigh, just below her cunt, and she swallowed nervously. The sight of his dark hand was such a contrast against her bare flesh. Who'd have thought it would be so erotic? Or maybe this place was just getting to her. On the stage the blonde screamed her orgasm with one last whip cracking slap delivered across her dripping wet pussy. Even from the distance her juices could be seen trailing down her legs.
    Grisha's hand tightened on her inner thigh, and Estelle's heart turned into a sledgehammer, when Ink turned around. An intricate tattoo of a tiger's head trailed across his wide chest, over washboard abs and into the waistband of his trousers. The imprint of his long, thick cock strained against the zipper of his trousers, but that wasn't what made Estelle wish the ground would swallow her up. Ink had moved directly into the spotlight, throwing the angles of his face into sharp focus. Nathan Fielding's eyes connected with Estelle's, before his gaze dropped to Grisha's hand on her thigh, and he frowned.
    With the grace and speed of a huge cat, he jumped off the stage and advanced towards them. Estelle stopped breathing. She had been having online sex with her boss?
     

Chapter Three
    Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, nooooo! Estelle didn't dare look up when Ink crossed the distance from stage to bar with just a few long legged strides. The heady musk of man, sweat, and faint traces of an unfamiliar cologne tickled Estelle's senses, and she couldn't help a small sniff of her own when Ink's booted feet stopped in front of her. Grisha had moved to the side, but his hand remained where it was, staking an unspoken claim.
    "Get your hands off my trainee, Grisha." The deep growl caused her pussy to clench, and a surge of moisture coated the Russian's hand. Estelle screwed her eyes shut, knowing she must have turned the color of her dress. Both men inhaled sharply, and a warm hand under her chin forced Estelle's head up.
    "She doesn't seem to mind my hand, Ink, quite the opposite."
    Grisha's voice was thick with arousal and a hint of laughter. Ink muttered something under his breath. He sighed, and his hot breath skittered across her face.
    "Look at me, Estelle." The quietly delivered words held an edge of steel, and Estelle's eyes fluttered open almost against her will.
    The submissive, newly awakened, side of her couldn't help but obey the command, and Ink smiled his approval.
    "Good girl."
    Grisha finally removed his hand, and she could see him licking his fingers slowly. He grinned and winked at her.
    "Tasty that one, Ink. When you're ready to share her, let me know."
    He chuckled at Estelle's sharp intake of breath. She watched him prowl away with mixed feelings, before looking to the floor. If she stared at the ground long enough, then surely, please God, that magic hole would appear. She couldn't shake the notion that it would have been safer for her to keep a hold of Grisha. She was all too aware of Ink's watchful stare on her. Arms crossed over his chest, one eyebrow raised, he studied her thoughtfully. She kept her gaze on the floor, as she knew was expected of her, but she couldn't help a sneaky sideways glance at Ink. No, not Ink. Her boss.
    She bit her lip to stop herself from groaning out loud. He'd lost the glasses he wore to the office. He smelled different, and he seemed to have somehow grown a few inches, but it was definitely him. Why wasn't he saying something, for pity's sake? The silence stretched between them until she couldn’t help but squirm on her stool. His large hands on her thighs stopped her, and she held her breath as his thumbs massaged the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs. If he