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my waist to play with my clit. It was enough to send me over. And enough to trigger his own climax.
I slumped onto his chest where he held me. The only move Kasim made besides continuing to rub my back was to pull up the covers over us.
“Go to sleep, my sweet pussy. I’m here to protect you all night.”
I clenched my vaginal muscles and felt him still inside me. Exactly where I wanted him to be.

17
Tabitha
We never got that chance to talk about what happened between the four of us. During that morning briefing, Kasim mentioned a few new names, people Ed had spoken to at length at the club, including a few after I danced that night. A couple of the names matched up to some intel that Arin overheard when he went around the club searching for all my lost possessions. The new revelations made immediate changes to our plans. Kasim took off to tail one of the subjects in question, while Bae went after the other. Arin and I split the subjects, spending the hours before I was needed at the club on our computers hunting down every piece of information we could gather.
I also used the time to work on my DICC—even I called it that now, usually with a little chuckle. While a USB was small, it wasn’t small enough. It was impossible for me to carry one on me while I performed, having nowhere to hide it. But I needed one on me all the time since we didn’t know how much time I’d have to work my magic once we found the computer. Plans for a mini DICC grew in my mind.
Our lives fell into a pattern. Go to the club, where I danced and Bae and Arin took turns searching the club for hiding spots or a secret office. When they weren’t doing that, they were circulating within the club proper, listening in on conversations. Meanwhile, Kasim spent hours upon hours trailing Ed and various subjects around the city, trying to find the link to Mastermind’s organization. There had to be a shifter connection, but as hard as we tried, we couldn’t find it.
When the three of us weren’t at the club, and outside of meals and sleeping, we were knee-deep in the investigation. Kasim joined us when he could, but his time with us tended to be limited to the few hours I spent in his bed every night and our morning briefing. During those sleeping hours when Kasim wasn’t there, I spent them snuggled between Bae and Arin.
And part of those sleeping hours included sex. I’d had more sex since that first night with them than I’d had in my life prior to them. Sometimes it was one-on-one. Sometimes two-on-one with Bae and Arin. Sometimes a quickie at the club since we knew where all the cameras were, and sometimes we took it slow, spending the time getting to know everything about each other. But with the way our schedule was, we never had the chance for the four of us to talk about what was going on between us.
In the few moments of down time that I had to myself, I worried about what this all meant. Was this temporary and the moment the case was over they’d go their way and I’d go mine, heart broken and a little wiser about getting involved with teammates?
But when I was with one of them, those worries fled. Instead, I focused on the way they made me feel, the way my confidence grew. All things that I would hopefully keep when we went our separate ways.
“I’ll be waiting for you after your dance,” Arin whispered in my ear.
He wrapped his arms around me from behind, warming my back through the thin white cotton blouse of my school-teacher costume. He used his fingers to brush over my nipples, making them stand out against the material. “They’re just perfect.”
“Listen to your dresser, dearie. The men love it when they see a woman who looks aroused.” The older dancer grinned and winked at me as she walked past us, heading back to the change room.
As I smothered a chuckle, I decided to fight fire with fire and wiggled against his erection, drawing a moan. His erection could have been from watching me dance or possibly from watching the other women strip, but the main reason for his erection was his knowledge that I climbed off that stage after my last dance ready to jump either him or Bae—or Kasim if he could ever meet me then. Who knew I was a secret exhibitionist? I never did.
The lights on the stage went black, and Mike, who I rarely saw outside of the stage area, motioned for me to get into my place as the stage hands cleaned the stage, gathering all the clothes from the other dancers who had just finished performing.
Arin smacked my ass when I pulled away. I blew him a kiss over my shoulder and then rounded the corner, stepping out onto the stage behind the curtains. The moment I stood in my spot, the music changed to the intro of my final song and the curtain rose. A single spotlight lit me up. The crowd roared.
And then I began to move. I no longer danced with my eyes closed, but I didn’t look out into the crowd either. Instead, I preferred to imagine I danced for three men. Bae, Arin, and Kasim would sit in the front row, dead centre, and watch me. My dance, as were all my dances, were for them even if they were only there in my imagination.
By the time the lights faded and the crowd roared with their applause, my pussy throbbed and my breasts ached. I rushed off the stage, ready for my quickie with Arin before heading back to the hotel suite, where Bae and Arin planned to take me together. We’d been working up to double penetration, and tonight