Four way Fuckdown1
The elevator chimed softly as it opened onto the top floor of the sleek glass tower. Mia’s heels clicked against the polished marble as she stepped into the penthouse suite, a chill running up her spine despite the warmth inside. The city lights spilled through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows over the minimalist, luxurious space.
Her coat was the only thing she wore besides black stilettos, just like they told her. “Come bare,” the text had said. No panties, no bra, nothing underneath except the thin coat barely brushing her thighs. The cold air kissed her exposed skin as she walked in, heart pounding with a delicious mix of nerves and anticipation.
Three men waited for her, seated like kings in the plush leather chairs and velvet couch arranged around
