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    The rest filed in. They were dockworkers from their clothes, not dirty exactly, but rugged and unkempt.
    Except for Rhett.
    He was an exorcist I remembered now.
    Was that why Sal had banned him from the Saloon? Some of Sal’s clientele were into some dark shit.
    One of the dockworkers opened a beer with the edge of the hall side table. “Here, have a drink.” He shoved his mates aside. “Give her some room to breathe, fellas.”
    “How do you know my name,” I asked Rhett again.
    “Rhett, let’s take her into the living room. Make her comfortable. You in trouble or something? Maybe we can help. I’m Joe by the way.”
    I thought he was going to proffer his hand. I think so did he, but after an awkward pause, he ran his oil-stained fingers through his hair and left it at that.
    “Always willing to help one of Sal's girls.” This dockworker grabbed his crotch to make his meaning clear.
    I rolled my eyes. I could tell even from here there wasn’t much for him to hold on to.
    Rhett guided me into a room with a couch and two armchairs. The others squashed in behind us.
    “Why don't you tell us what you are doing out by yourself. Does Arnold know you are here?” he asked.
    I swigged the beer and shook my head.
    “I had to get out of there. It wasn't good for me,” I said. “I was bored, but Sal wouldn't let me leave unless I went back to Charlotte Stone.”
    Rhett nodded to one of the others to shut the door.
    “There’s no need. I told you I wasn’t trying to escape. Actually, I’ve been wanting to get close to you.”
    “There’s been a lot of talk about you,” Rhett said grabbing my shirt and pulling it over my head. “About your willingness to please.”
    “I want her first!” One of the men shoved through the others.
    Rhett stroked my breasts. “I’ve been trying to get to you. Take your pants off.”
    My nipples grew hard with the abrasion of his calloused palms, his hands were large and dry.
    “You know my name? Who are you working for? Sal? Father Marcus? Are you a pack of Arnold's wolves sent to fetch me?” I knelt up on the couch and jutted my breasts forward as I untied my baggy pants and slid them down my thighs.
    “Ariana. I work for God. I’m trying to help you. Do as you're told.”
    The intense sexual vibe in the room ignited the flame inside me.
    I wet my finger and watched Rhett watch me. Covered in spit, I traced my index down my stomach to my pussy.
    The room vibrated with the energy of the other men’s undivided attention.
    I wanted Rhett’s.
    I spread my pussy lips to reveal the sweet pink flesh of the inside.
    I might have been the devil's plaything, but these men were my toys.
    Rhett would be my slave.
    I slipped two fingers inside myself and bit my lip, never taking my eyes from him. I waited for his dark eyes to ignite.
    They didn’t.
    I crawled off the couch, a lioness on the prowl, on all fours; mouth parted, breath loud, eyes soft, tits firm and high, my youth a “fuck you” to gravity.
    I took Rhett’s hand and pulled him down next to me.
    He surprised me when he let me push him to the floor and straddle him. The five other men surrounded us, barely giving me room to move.
    I placed Rhett’s hands on my breasts and he cupped them, stroking his thumb in circles against my nipples.
    His dark gaze smoldered with a wicked light.
    He was surprisingly easy to take, this man of god.
    He lifted my hips as I guided him, his cock hot and thick, everything I craved, entered me.
    I slid my hips down and took the first few inches in a slow stroke.
    “Get her,” Rhett growled.
    Joe grabbed me by the arms and pulled me from Rhett’s cock.
    I scratched and snarled, wild with desire and outrage. How dare they take my toy away? I almost broke free but another man came and took my other arm.
    “Calm down, Ariana.” Rhett got to his feet, enormous cock fully erect. “Put her back on all fours.”
    A thrill of excitement shot through me.
    I went to all fours and one of