with hot passion. She pressed the heels of her hands into Riel’s ass, bringing her closer. Riel rubbed against her; she felt her need growing. Laina’s hips shuddered as she gasped and moaned, and Riel rubbed harder, pleasure breaking over her sweetly as she came, feeling every curve of Laina’s beautiful body writhe in the grip of her own orgasm.
Riel heard the door open behind her. She jumped, and the only thing that kept her from falling off Laina’s lap was the fact that her arms were around her.
Isaias stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with surprise. Her heart hit a brick wall. She felt Laina tense up.
“Oh, I see,” he said. “We’ve got a little something going on in here. Very interesting.”
Riel stood up quickly, stumbling as she backed away from Laina’s chair. She kept her eyes on Isaias, wiping the sweat from the back of her neck. “She was just training me,” Riel said.
Isaias grinned wryly, his gaze seeming to swallow her up. “That’s a good idea,” he said. “Why don’t we have a little more training, all three of us together?”
A wave of nausea washed over her, and she and Laina exchanged a darting glance.
“That’s okay, Isaias, I think I’m all trained up now,” Riel said.
Isaias lifted an eyebrow. He turned and quietly closed the door. Then he faced them again.
“I’m curious,” he said. “Did they teach you to be a dyke in prison, Riel? And I never knew that about you, either, Laina.”
Riel’s hands curled into fists. “Shut up, Isaias.”
He walked to where Riel stood and stared down at her, his eyes flashing dangerously. She had to keep herself from backing away.
He stroked her waist lightly. “Your bitchy attitude doesn’t fool me, Riel. I know how you are. A good, hard fuck with a real cock would cure your bad mood in a second.”
Riel went cold. He pulled her against him, and she could feel his hard-on.
“Yeah, I could pound the bitchy right out of you,” he said. “I’ll work that wet pussy until all you can do is scream for more.”
“Isaias—” Laina said.
“Don’t worry, Laina,” he said. “I don’t plan on leaving you out. This is ‘training’ after all, because if you two like to get gay with each other, that’s something our clients will definitely be interested in.”
Riel jumped back out of his grasp. “No fucking way, Isaias. And you leave Laina alone. Stop being a dick.”
He gave her a cruel grin. “Oh, not this bullshit again. This act is getting so old, Riel.”
Fury consumed her until she could barely see. “I can’t stand you! I’d rather die than fuck you! And I won’t work in this goddamn place! I won’t!”
The silence rang loud as her words died away. Riel felt sick. The look on Isaias’ face made her anger turn abruptly into fear.
His hand came up so quickly she didn’t even have time to duck. His fist caught the side of her head, knocking her sideways into a rack of clothing. Her cheek hit the metal bar, and she went down hard on her hip.
“Stop it, Isaias!” Laina shrieked. She jumped from her chair and grabbed his thick arm, but he flung her off, sending her reeling. She stumbled on her heels and fell on her ass, her forehead smacking against the wall.
Then Isaias turned back to Riel, who sat in a pile of stripper costumes. Lights flashed behind her eyes as the sharp pain in her head slowly subsided. Her mouth tasted like puke and every beat of her heart felt like a small explosion.
Isaias stepped toward her, his lips pulled back in a sneer. “Get up, Riel. Get your fucking cunt ass off the goddamn floor.”
Riel scooted back from him, but she hit the clothes rack and couldn’t get far. She sat frozen as he took another step toward her. Her eyes met Laina’s, who sat against the far wall holding her head. In those blue eyes was mirrored the fury and helplessness that Riel herself felt.
Then the door came open again, and Isaias turned sharply.
It was Robert. His eyes took in the scene