Invite Only

Invite Only Eleven Octavia Jensen Published by CeliKetch Publishing, 2023. This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. INVITE ONLY First edition. January 2, 2023. Copyright © 2023 Octavia Jensen. Written by Octavia Jensen. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Table of Contents Title Page Copyright Page Content Warning Chapter OneApple Turnovers | Nova Chapter TwoHeaven | Quentin Chapter ThreeHell | Nova Chapter FourSomewhere In Between | Quentin Chapter FiveThe Fucking Irony | Nova Chapter SixDay Drinking | Quentin Chapter SevenSunday Slump | Nova Chapter EightUndercover Twin | Quentin Chapter NineGraded | Nova Chapter TenThe Debate | Quentin Chapter ElevenBases Loaded | Nova Chapter TwelveMixed Signals | Quentin Chapter ThirteenWilling Little Prisoner | Nova Chapter FourteenQ’s Epitaph | Quentin Chapter FifteenEscape Attempt | Nova Chapter SixteenGolden | Quentin Chapter SeventeenSnitches Get Stitches | Nova Chapter EighteenThe Relay | Quentin Chapter NineteenDomesticated | Nova Chapter TwentyBackstage Action | Quentin Chapter Twenty-OneButterfly Clip-Ons | Nova Chapter Twenty-TwoCall It Fate | Quentin Chapter Twenty-ThreeParadise | Nova Chapter Twenty-FourAll Signs Point To Lauderdale | Quentin Also By Octavia Jensen About the Author Content Warning This book includes a professor/student relationship, sex work, role playing, breath play, belt play, spanking, toys, mentions of whips, D/s dynamics, and a whole lot of forbidden steamy goodness. Take care of yourselves. Chapter OneApple Turnovers Nova The lights were brighter than normal as I peeked out on stage. The audience wasn’t visible, but I could see Delilah and Rachel having a blast twisting themselves around the poles that split the room into thirds. I should’ve been out there with them already, but my hair wouldn’t cooperate and I’d had to change my heels twice already. Normally, I was much better at my job than this. Get your shit together, Nova. Sighing, I combed my gold, coffin-tipped nails through my waist-length hair and hoped it stopped getting tangled in my fluffy angel wings as Vince tapped his nose at me from across the stage. It was time, whether I was in the mood for this or not. “... Earth Angel!” I’d stopped paying attention to his cheesy introductions a while ago, but at the sound of my stage name, I plastered a believable, sultry smile on my face and walked out. This particular routine was one I knew well — two devils sinfully dancing, climbing their poles to reach the forbidden fruit dangling from the top, tempting the audience into giving up their cash and living in sin, and then me — the angel come to strike them down. I reached Delilah first, letting my body roll to the driving beats as I snaked my hand into her bright red thong and pretended to try to get her down. The patrons cheered as she got free, whistled as I rounded to face her, then seemed to stop breathing entirely as I climbed that pole and gripped her throat. Delilah leaned back, the picture of grace and total control of her body as she held herself up by her thighs. In a move we’d practiced until my fingers went numb, I spun above her, slowly driving her lower and lower until she was flat on the ground on her back. I dropped down to straddle her, mouthing the lyrics to the song like I was screaming them at her as I ghosted my fingers down her thigh. Here, I allowed myself the first glance at the audience I was performing for and my heart skipped a beat in my chest. Staring directly at me were identical twin brothers — one with colorful tattoos and one with all black ones, both with gauged ears, messy dark hair and stunning eyes that looked so green in the dim neon lights that it seemed like they were glowing. Holy fuck. It wasn’t often Eternal Paradise got patrons quite that intoxicatingly good-looking, but I wasn’t going to complain. If anything, it erased any of the uneasiness I’d felt in the dressing room and allowed me to fully enjoy the scene. Holding Delilah down like I was fucking her. Bowing backward when Rachel got behind me and tugged my hair back. Having Delilah flip me over and force my legs apart as Rachel found her whip. Fuck, it was funny how wet this routine could make me. The thought of an angel getting double-teamed by demons while all the world watched... Damn. But we were in Heaven, where the angels always won. Breaking free from D’s grip, I wrapped my legs around Rachel’s waist and let her roll herself to the ground, then allowed myself another peek at the gorgeous twins. Jet-Black Tats was biting his lip to fight a smirk and staring at the devils, but Colorful Tats? His eyes were locked on me with an expression that suggested he wanted to whip me himself... in the best possible way. My heart matched the beat of the music as I pulled myself up on the pole and climbed, hands raking my body as Delilah and Rachel tried to stop me. But as always, I reached that crisp apple first and grabbed it just as the song reached its end, then held it out to Delilah’s lips just to tease her. I ran backstage, breathing heavy and adrenaline pumping as I wondered if those twins would be sticking around for what happened next. The routine was just the first part of my night; I still had at least three hours of lap dances and solo time on those poles to get through, and I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t want them both to request a private room with me. I’d never had twins before. The thought made me shiver, and I realized quickly I didn’t want twins. I’d been in private rooms with enough brothers or best friends before to know that it only ever got messy, and I didn’t have the attention span to handle two guys at once.