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I bend a bit forward, pulling apart my cheeks. The panties go in my crack, leaving my ass cheeks almost fully visible. The atmosphere is tense, sexual tension is getting higher. Deciding to tease them more, I look over my shoulder, finding Liam and Zayn fast. I look in the camera Liam's holding, pouting my lips and making an innocent look.

"That's, um... G—great," Zayn stutters, adjusting his pants a bit. I don't smile even if I want, not wanting to break the character. That plan goes to hell when I see three figures standing next to the door behind the lights and the guys. My eyes widen and I let go of my cheeks, turning around and sitting on the floor. I pull my legs closer to my body, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

I didn't know there is someone else in the room.

Liam and Zayn look confused but then they look behind them and see figures. Zayn goes to them looking angry because they interrupted the photoshoot but he stops when he gets closer.

"Oh! Misters Styles!" the owners? Shit. "Why you didn't say anything?" Zayn asks as he shakes their hands.

"We didn't want to interrupt," one of them answers, voice deep and I swear I hear lust in it.

"This is Louis —"

"Oh, we know," that makes me blush for some reason. This doesn't happen with people I met, I don't know why they're different. "Seems like your stage name is right: you're a tease," I'm pretty sure it's not the same man talking that was taking before. His voice is lighter, but the lust is evident.

"Mr Malik, Mr Payne, please step out. Well take care of the rest and give Louis his schedule," another different voice, this one holds so much authority.

"Of course. Goodbye, Louis," Liam smiles at me and walk to the door.

"See you later or tomorrow, pretty," Zayn says, going after Liam. "Mr Styles," Zayn and Liam say together, slightly bowing. They leave the room and now I'm alone with three unknown faces. They're still in the shadows, standing there.

"Hi," I squeak out. I clear my throat, embarrassed.

"No need to be shy, little one," that authority voice says. They step into the light and I forget how to breathe. These men are the definition of perfection, hotness and domination. I feel myself wanting to open my legs and yell at them to take me. Their energy is just so... So something, it makes you submit so easily. I bet they have many gals and lads begging for them to fuck them. "I'm Edward."

Edward has the first few buttons of his shirt undone, letting me see he has tattoos and a necklace with the letter E. His voice is the deepest and most dominant sounding, his hair is short but it looks like he's letting it grow longer.

"I'm Harry," he has sunglasses on top of his head, the hair also shorter. Something silver is around his neck, I suppose a necklace with the letter H.

"Marcel," he wears a suit, hair short but the longest of the three. Also something around his neck, probably letter M. At least I'll easily recognize who is who. "You can continue posing if you want. I think you had enough time to take photos for tomorrow's Italy version magazine."

"W—whatever you want," I say pathetically, mesmerized with them. They smirk.

"Well, I would want to fuck you," Harry says. "But we don't know each other and I don't fuck strangers," I can't hide my disappointment and I think they see it. "But I'm sure Edward would ravish you."

"You make me sound like a whore who doesn't care about their body," Edward says. Their voices are making me hard.

"No! He doesn't make it sound like that. I mean, who doesn't love to have sex more than once a year? Except for those who're saving themselves for marriage but that's not the point here! As long as you're careful and healthy, why not have sex? I would love to have you fuck me — I mean, you... I would love —" I shut up, my cheeks red and I put my hands over my eyes. "I'm so embarrassing," I whisper.

Arms go around my tummy and lift me up. I squeal, hands going to hold onto the arms around me. I'm put on the soft surface, and I realize it's one of the triplets that's sitting on the chair with me on the lap. The other two are standing in front of me. "Like Edward said before, no need to be shy, little one," Marcel says.

"How about you look at your schedule?" Harry asks, giving me the paper. I unfold it and study it for a few minutes.

Tuesday

Photoshoot [TOYS]
9:00 - 11:00

Wednesday

Photoshoot [CLOTHES]
Anytime

Thursday

Photoshoot [WITH PARTNER]
Anytime

Friday

Photoshoot [GROUP]
11:30 - 13:00

"Oh, so I'm free for the rest of the day?"

"Yes."

"And since you already did one part of the photoshoot, you'll be here for a shorter time than planned on Wednesday."

"Is there a possibility to extend my stay here?" I ask, biting my lip.

"Maybe. Why?" one of them ask, I don't know which one since I'm looking at the paper.

"It's nice here. I still have some things left to see and explore a bit."

"We'll talk to your boss in London. I'm sure they'll miss you."

"Nah, we've already taken more photos than we needed for a week."

"I was thinking missing like missing a friend," the same triplet replied.

"Oh," I look up. "We aren't that good of friends. I know Sophia will miss me but everyone will have to manage without me there," I shrug.

"Sophia?" Edward almost growls out. Jealous much already?

"My best friend."

"Great. I have a proposition," Edward says.

"I'm listening," don't get your hopes up.

"Since you'll have a lot of free time, we could show you around," Edward says.

"Yes! That way we can get to know each other," Marcel adds.

"Good idea. We can also be here for the photoshoots — we'll take the pictures. That way we can be together all day."

"That's a great idea, brothers," Edward says. "And when we get to know each other more, we can finally be intimate," he whispers in my ear, making me shiver.

"S—so. What are we still doing here then? Let me go change and we can go."

"So eager, little one," Edward.

"We will let you go but you're going t the hotel first. Read a bit, watch a movie, take a bath. We'll send someone to give you a suit to wear to the restaurant," Harry.

"Do not open the door for the person naked or just with a towel covering you. I don't want someone seeing my and my brothers date like that," Marcel.

I blush at their words, nodding my head as they went on listing a few things while I stand up to go change in the room next to this. They say I should call them if something happens — we exchange numbers after I put on my clothes — and to tell them what's wrong. Things like that.

We say goodbyes, they give me a kiss on the cheek causing me to blush, and then I'm in an expensive-looking car with their personal driver who's going to bring me my clothes for the date later. It doesn't take us long to come to my hotel and for me to start a bath.

I can't believe I didn't kiss their cheeks back when they did mine. I blushed and awkwardly waved goodbye and ran. I heard them coo and chuckle, saying how cute I am.

I shake my head, there's nothing I can do to change my behaviour. It's me.

I pull out my favourite rose and vanilla shampoo, adding a bit of extra shower gel to make a lot of bubbles. I add some pink salt to help me relax in the bath and prepare my shaving cream and razor. I like to shave, I like the feeling. The body hair isn't a problem in Playbunnies company, they actually promote it, but they let you decide if you want to shave or not. And I've been shaving since before I started working there and I'm not going to stop until I want to.

My body, my rules.

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