The VIP section of The Circle was more luxurious than Charlotte could have ever imagined, lined with plush velvet couches, the scent of alcohol heavy in the air. The lighting wasn’t as vibrant or flashy as before, but rather more subtle and eloquent, painting the picture of a finer establishment beneath the bustling club.

Yet as Vincent led her inside, Charlotte’s hazy state was disturbed by what else she was seeing. Nearly every man in here, dressed in refined suits and expensive accessories, had at least one woman by his side. Not in a wife-like sense, but as in Charlotte was watching a hazy-eyed whore give a man a blowjob right there in his seat. She swallowed a bit as she saw similar scenes all around, the obscene squelching of flesh rousing her from her daze. What was she doing back here?

”What…is this place?”

Vincent finally looked back at Charlotte as she spoke up, his blackish-brown eyes raking over her figure. He took her chin in his hand, causing her to yelp a bit as he looked her over.

”Looks like my little whore is waking up,” he sneered, his face a clear picture of disapproval. “What, you want more of my attention, bitch? Is that it?”

How dare he speak to her that way? Charlotte opened her mouth to snap back at him, but she had already pushed her down onto the velvet seating.

”Hey-“

”An accounting major, huh? What, you think you’re smart because you can keep track of things? That you’re anything more than a cocksucking slut?”

Charlotte bristled at the accusation, appalled that nobody around was speaking up. But the wealthy patrons around her didn’t seem to care, and the people servicing them seemed lost in their own world.

”Who do you think you are to talk to me like this?” she snapped.

Vincent simply snickered. “I’m Vincent fucking Caddel. And you’re my bitch.”

Charlotte struggled as he gripped her chin again, but stopped as she noticed the way his rings glittered in the light. She was still slightly hazy from before, and the gemstones imbued into his rings seemed to sparkle in the most mesmerizing way.

The woman’s snappy responses died in her throat as he purposefully wiggled his fingers, a wry grin crossing his face. He barely gave Charlotte any room, keeping the shiny rings right up in her eyesight.

”That’s right, just keep watching. You’ll get what you’re craving soon enough.”

Vincent pushed Charlotte further back on the velvet seating, laying her all the way down. He advanced on her, his fingers sliding into her still sensitive pussy, the shiny rings still in her line of sight as he whispered to her again.

“Because I know what you bitches crave,” he hissed into her ear. “You just want to be fucked, to be used up by a man’s thick cock.”

Oh fuck, Vincent’s fingers felt so good on her clit. Charlotte moaned, writhing beneath him, unsure whether to push him off or beg for more. His sparkling rings were so captivating, and she couldn’t help but fixate on them, his words blurring in her mind as her eyelids drooped.

““Accounting major.” What a pathetic waste of four years. I bet you couldn’t even count the amount of cocks that are about to fuck your tight little hole, sweetheart.”

Vincent pressed his thumb down directly onto Charlotte’s clit, causing her to whine and squirm.

”But first, I want you to beg for it,” Vincent demanded. “Beg like the bitch you are.”

Everything in Charlotte’s right mind was telling her to push Vincent off and flee the club, never to return. But the shining of the ring, the lingering orgasm from before, and Vincent’s tone of voice… Charlotte wasn’t in her right mind anymore.

”Please,” she whined under her breath. “Please, I need to be fucked so bad…”

Charlotte grunted as Vincent grabbed her head, yanking her back so that she was laying flat on the velvet seat. She heard a low chuckle come from him, but she was still staring at his glittering rings.

”That’s right. Hey, Howard!”

A faint whistle passed through Charlotte’s hearing, though she didn’t care to think about it. The only thing she could think about was how desperately she needed to be fucked.

The patter of multiple footsteps surrounded Charlotte, not that she noticed. She simply watched Vincent unzip his fly, freeing his erect cock as he positioned himself near her mouth.

“Open wide, bitch. Let’s see if you can keep track of anything after tonight.”

Charlotte’s mouth opened by itself, accepting Vincent’s cock with a fleshy squish. She groaned as it reached deeper into her, hitting the back of her throat.

As she sucked, Charlotte felt her pants coming undone, a sudden breeze alerting her to the fact that her bottom half was now nude. A wave of stars crashed over her vision as a sudden intrusion began slamming into her slit, causing her to gasp and suck harder on Vincent’s cock.

As Vincent held her down by her hair, Charlotte tried her best to keep track of what was happening. She was sucking his cock…and then there was another cock slamming into her, and then she orgasmed, and then more sucking…another cock, but this one was so thick…and…another orgasm…! Wait, was this the third cock, or the…fifth? Sixth…?

Did it even matter anymore? Counting was pointless. Charlotte’s mind was moving too slow, and her body was reacting too fast. She was barely able to think, the taste of cum washing down her throat as Vincent finally burst, and her cunt dripping with both her fluids and the release of multiple other men.

Vincent finally got up off of her, tucking himself back into his pants and leaving her lying on the couch, drooling absentmindedly. He said something that Charlotte couldn’t really process in her state, and through her hazy vision, she saw more eyes fixing onto her.

But Charlotte didn’t care. She couldn’t even count the amount of men approaching her now. All she knew was that this was exactly how she wanted to spend her night here at The Circle.