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In the end, her attitude was simply far too much for Gordon to adequately handle, not to mention the other three men that were in that room.
Unbeknownst to Natalie, James had installed hidden video cameras in each of the main rooms that he used within his club, and they were cleverly hidden behind the two-way mirrors that were lining the front dresser of each room. The girl - Jade had been the name given - had intrigued him greatly, and therefore he was watching closely as the entire scenario unfolded. It was almost too precious, and in fact he felt sorry for the woman, as she had most defintely put her foot straight into her mouth. Twice. There was no way that she was going to escape unscathed from this, and he almost wished he had some popcorn to munch on while he greatly anticipated what was to come.
Gordon, was, frankly, flabbergasted. He couldn't believe that the insipid cunt had the temerity to give him such sarcastic cheek - and still she was not at all sitting on his damn lap, like he'd asked. Twice. She had even gone to the length of acknowledging that James was going to be made aware of her lapses in judgement, and that he'd say whatever he had to ensure that she was going to be let go, but no; that last bit coming from her sweet lips was sending him positvely reeling with anger. So, too, did the others pick up on the thread of that simmering rage, and all dropped their cards and stood up slowly. If this was how it's going to be, then so be it; they weren't going to waste their time trying to gain her compliance. Clearly, she had no clue what she had to do, and so they were about to demonstrate it on her.
SLAP!
Immediately, Gordon stood up and backhanded her viciously across the face, enough to potentially send her reeling. However, he also seized her other hand so that, even if she was going to stumble backwards, he'd be stopping her momentum. "What the fuck is wrong with you, whore? Are you fucking stupid? DId I not say what I needed, what I wanted, from you? And you dare mock me?" SLAP! Again came the blow, this time from the other side, but the grip on her was tight. "You are here to be our cumslut. Do you understand? Your mouth, pussy and ass belong to us for the night. If that wasn't fucking clear, Your Highness," He growled out, before wrenching her straight down, presumably so that she'd end up on her knees. All four of the men moved to encircle her, surrounding the femme and closing in ranks so that there was hardly any space between them, and all began to undo their belts slowly; that was true for Gordon as well, though he did keep one hand on her the entire time.
"You're lucky I don't cut off that damn dress right this instantly," he howled at her, eyes blazing. "Since you want to give me lip, bitch, I'm going to fuck your mouth. Harshly. We all are. All in a row. How's that for your fucking dessert?" The male brutally raked her back and forth, right across her startling countenance, and finally felt his belt fall, along with his trousers, leaving him in only his tight black boxers with his enormous cock almost achingly wanting to poke right through - and he knew just where to put it, too.
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