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was in pleasure. What the fuck ?
    Both men were moving fast, and as she was watching with her mouth open, she watched them begin to move faster. Like it was exciting them with her standing there, a stranger for G od’s sake. The men's eyes were still locked on her s , and as she stared at the men watching the muscles on their sweat slicken bodies contract and move , she felt heat rise on her cheeks as her stomach clinched and wetness seep ed onto her panties. What was wrong with her? She'd never reacted to a man like this before and surely not two , and never had she ever invaded someone ’s privacy or considered doing so while they were having sex.
    “Wanna join , sweet cheeks ?” the other said , pulling her from the frozen state she was in. S he made a noise that had to sound like a squeak and as she ran out , she heard both men and Trick yell their release. Shit .

Chapter Three
     
    Damn it , Freedom thought, this was never going to work . She had walked into another world , she thought and rolled on the bed to try to get comfortable. When she ran from
     the room last night, she had been mortified. Freedom hadn’t known what the hell to
     do, run or do what she was supposed to. Sucking in a deep breath, she had gone into
     the women’s bathroom and cleaned up the mess. Of course, it had been gross, but she
     had been too busy trying to process what she had seen.
    When she came out, Shady had been waiting for her. “Got an eye full?”
    “Yep,” Freedom said slowly.
    “That was Poke and Easy, Trick loves the attention, it is how it is here. The MC
     owns this club, owns the rooms, and owns the women who pledged to them. You, you
     are an outsider and work here to strip, nothing else. If you have any more questions,
     you ask Creed, no one else. We clear?” Shady said.
    “Yep,” Freedom said and went to the back and gathered her things and left. She didn’t
     say a word to anyone, she needed to think, not like she had a lot of choices. On
     her own, she would eventually be caught, there was no doubt in her mind.
    This was her only choice, and it sucked. She had never been in a strip club before
     two days ago, and now she had not only taken off her clothes and sucked at it. She
     had also seen something that made her feel like a deviant. Not because she had seen
     people having sex, because if she allowed herself to think about it, she had been
     aroused at the sight.
    Easy and Poke, those were the two men who she had walked in on. Shady had given her
     the rundown on them. When she had first taken the stage, she had seen them at another
     table. Her eyes had been drawn to them. They were sex personified. She liked their
     ruggedness, but their eyes were what made her fantasize about them during the night,
     then as she remembered what she had seen earlier her hand went between her thighs,
     and she began to slowly press her fingers through the slicken lips, finding her clit
     and pressing down. She circled and pinched the nub all the while picturing the two
     men's faces until she felt the build and release of her orgasm as her juices ran down
     her thighs. She laid there looking at the ceiling wide awake and trying to level
     her breathing. She didn't know what it was about the two but they were the leading
     cause of her current state of sleeplessness that was apparently not going to go away.
    Freedom pushed herself up and then pulled out the pre-paid phone she had purchased.
     She wanted to call her father and see what was going on. Regardless of anything, he was her father , she thought.
    With a deep breath, she dialed her home number and waited.
    “Hello?” her father said groggily, he had been sleeping , she thought.
    “Dad?” Freedom said hesitantly.
    “Freedom, where are you? You need to come home,” her father yelled into the phone
     and she grimaced.
    “I heard you,” she said stonily and waited. No greetings or proclamations of love
     or missing her, just stating the facts.
    “What are you