Undercover Seduction: My Wife's Dangerous Game

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My sister ran away from home and went missing. Searching through her old phone, I found a girl who worked at an underground maid-themed roleplay club. She claimed my sister was with her.

But on that girls phone, I saw photos of my sweet, innocent sister posing in extremely suggestive ways for the camera.

I had to get her out of there. But the girl blocked my path, whispering that we could play a different kind of gameone just for grown-ups...

I added a girl named Chloe through a contact I found on my sisters Snapchat.

Maid roleplay clubs werent exactly new, but this was my first time actually stepping inside one.

"Welcome home, Master."

A group of girls in their early twenties, all dressed in black-and-white maid outfits with cat ears and matching accessories, greeted me with sugary-sweet smiles.

I spotted Chloe immediately. She was wearing a low-cut maid dress that was clearly a size too small, stretching tightly over her curves. As she ran toward me, she looked as sweet as a cherry cupcake.

"Would Master like to take a bath first, or have some dessert?"

She pressed herself close, her cleavage practically in my face.

"I used milk-scented body wash today. It smells amazing."

There was no hiding the ambition and seduction in Chloes eyes. She looked hungry, ready to pounce on me. My throat tightened. I clutched my laptop bag and took a step back.

She grabbed my hand and led me into a room decorated like a pastel candy shop.

"Since it's Master's first time, is there any special service you'd like?"

I sat awkwardly on a cupcake-shaped sofa while Chloe knelt beside me. Her short skirt barely covered her thighs. She had a perfect hourglass figure, and the satin bow on her low-cut top was loose, teasingly half-undone.

I quickly looked away, my chest heaving.

She slid her soft body onto my lap like a snake. I froze, completely stiff, which only made her giggle.

"Master, you won't even look at me. Am I not your type?"

"Are you... still in college, or have you graduated?" I stammered.

She tilted her head. "You know what they say about college girlswe study hard, but we play even harder. Don't you want to find out how hard?"

"I saw a photo on your Instagram story of a girl in a high school uniform... Does she work here too?"

"Work here? You have a funny way of putting it, Master. But yes, shes here."

My heart sank.

My "sister," Maya, had been missing for a whole week.

The faint scent of sweet milk drifted from her skin. Remembering what she said about the milk body wash, I felt my face flush.

"Do you not like girls who take the initiative, Master?" She leaned back, letting her dress slide slightly off one shoulder. "You can treat me like a doll. I can move, I can make sounds, and I'm very, very warm."

"Does your family know you do this?"

"Do what? Playing with you? Serving you?" She winked playfully. "You're here to have fun, yet you keep asking so many questions."

My face was burning. "This is... a bit too fast."

"Then ask, and I'll answer," she said, resting her chin on her hand while teasingly pulling at the bow on her chest. "But what do I get in return?"

Chloe smiled, her hand sliding up my thigh. Just as she neared my crotch, I caught her wrist.

It was an incredibly tempting setup. Since breaking up with my ex, I had been starved for affection, and I had to subtly adjust my jeans.

"Why don't you just let me satisfy you? You're so handsome, and yet you're paying to be here. I'm practically getting a freebie. How old are you? Thirty? They say older men know how to take care of a girl. Why don't you take care of me?"

I realized Chloe wasn't like the regular girls I knew. You couldn't reason with someone like her.

Forcing my eyes away from her chest, I asked, "If you're a college student, why choose this path?"

"Lots of college kids work part-time nowadays. Half the girls in my class make money here. It doesn't get in the way of our studies."

Chloe and Maya had only met at a prep school before. She had never seen me, and since Maya and I didn't share the same last name, Chloe had no idea I was Mayas "brother."

She looked so innocent right now, not like a girl trying to seduce a client.

But when she reached under her skirt, slipped off a tiny pair of lace panties, and tossed them into my lap, I jumped up so fast I stumbled and fell onto the floor.

Chloe walked over with slow, feline steps and stood right over me, her legs parted.

"Master, we charge by the session here. If you don't start spending, I won't make any money today."

I knew she wouldn't be satisfied with just chatting, but I didn't expect things to move this fast. I awkwardly covered my lap, struggling to control my physical reaction.

"I like innocent girls!" I blurted out. "The girl in your Instagram photo... she looks like she's untouched."

Chloes smile vanished, annoyed that I had brought up someone else again. "You're so annoying and greedy. Are you saying I'm dirty? Trust me, I know a lot more tricks than some clueless little virgin."

"My ex-girlfriends weren't innocent. I just... wanted to try something new."

"Fine." She pulled her phone from her pocket and swiped to a photo. "She might be inexperienced, but she knows how to tease."

I almost lost control of my facial expression. Maya was wearing a tiny sailor uniform, posing provocatively on a bed. Although her face was partially covered by a cartoon sticker, I instantly recognized the small mole on her neck.

My breathing grew shallow, and my face turned red.

Chloe misunderstood my reaction and smirked. "I knew you'd like her type. You can't see her face, but her body is hot, right?"

"Does the... transaction have to happen here?"

I looked around the room, pretending to be paranoid. "I've heard some of these clubs install hidden cameras to blackmail clients."

"We can go wherever you want. I'll Snapchat you the price list," she said with a wink. "Inexperienced girls cost extra, though."

"A thousand dollars?"

"It's hard to find a girl that fresh these days. The price is fifteen hundred, and plenty of guys are begging for a turn. So, what's it going to be? Your place, or a hotel?"

I pretended to hesitate, feigning deep thought. "A hotel."

"I'll send you the address. Make sure to bring cash."

"Are you worried about the cops?"

"Why so many questions? What are you, a reporter?"

"Do you get a lot of reporters? How long have you been doing this?"

"Take a guess," Chloe said, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on my cheek. "That one was a free sample."

My mind suddenly went cold and clear. "Are the girls who come here all doing it voluntarily?"

What about Maya? Was she here by choice?

I made up a quick excuse and left the club in a daze.

When I got home, I instinctively opened Maya's bedroom door.

She had personally picked out the pink bedding. She had begged me to buy the canopy bed, yet its owner had barely gotten to use it.

I gripped the doorknob, feeling more helpless than I ever had in my life.

Except for me, no one could know about Mayas disappearance. I couldn't even go to the police.

What was I supposed to do? If she really showed up at the hotel, what would my next move be?

Of the two phones lying on my desk, one lit up. It was a message from Chloe.

"Room is booked. The Regency, Room 2031. Room fee is separate. It's a package deal for two, no discounts. Don't be late, Master."

She also sent a few provocative selfies, some of them wearing nothing but sheer lingerie.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look away from the screen.

"You can pick our outfits, and we can use toys too. Sailor uniforms, Lolita dresses, maid outfitswe have everything."

I had to keep her on the hook.

I sent Chloe a cash transfer via PayPal. "I like all of them. I've never tried toys before, so you decide. I have something to take care of that day, so I'll be late. You two can start without me."

Chloe replied instantly. "Master is so generous! Toys cost extra though..."

I let out a breath. As I took off my jacket, a small square packet fell out of my pocket.

It was a strawberry-flavored condom.

With a cold laugh, I placed it in the drawer next to my fake ID.

The day before our appointment, I went to the hotel.

After confirming Room 2031 was booked under her name, I booked the room next door and the one directly across from it.

Later that afternoon, I quietly tested a theory. The hotel's keycard system had a glitcha single card could swipe into adjacent rooms under the same booking profile without triggering any alerts.

I kept my door cracked, listening to the hallway. An hour before the agreed time, I heard Chloe's voice.

Once the hallway went quiet, I slipped out of my room and secretly used my keycard to open Room 203

I didn't expect to hear Maya's voice, but I had to make sure she was okay.

"Are you changed yet?"

I froze. I hadn't expected to hear a mans voice. Heart pounding, I carefully peeked around the corner.

With just one look, my eyes went red. I clenched my fists so hard they shook, barely holding myself back from charging in.

I saw Maya.

The entryway angled directly toward a glass-walled bathroom, giving me a clear view of the suite.

On the king-sized bed, bodies were tangled together like waking snakes.

Chloe, wearing only a sheer bralette, was on her knees. A muscular man was behind her, gripping her shoulders tightly. Another younger guy was lying underneath her.

A third man stood at the foot of the bed, holding a video camera.

Even though I had prepared myself for the worst, this grotesque scene went far beyond anything I had imagined.

Chloe's face wore a forced expression of pleasure. It was impossible to tell if she was acting or genuinely into it.

The shock paralyzed me. I crouched in the shadows, completely lost.

Maya was wearing the clothes she wore the day she disappeareda baggy unisex flannel and cargo pants. She was curled up on the sofa, only half of her face visible.

Her mouth was taped shut, her hands and feet bound with rope. The visible side of her face was bruised purple, and her left eye was swollen shut.

While the three on the bed were lost in their sordid acts, the cameraman zoomed in for a close-up. Finally, the group took a breather.

"Is that guy really as rich as you say?" the muscular guy asked, wiping his sweat.

Chloe stretched lazily. "Don't let Maya's casual clothes fool you. She wears high-end designer brands. That necklace she had on? Easily ten grand. You guys are idiots. What's the point of just using Maya? You'd only make a quick buck. But if we reel in Ethan, hes our real cash cow."

I had assumed Chloe didn't know who I was because Maya and I had different surnames. Hearing this sent a chill straight down my spine.

They knew exactly who I was. This whole thing was a setup for a kidnapping.

Maya hadn't run away. She had been captured by them!

I bit down hard on my knuckles to stop myself from rushing in to kill those bastards.

"We could just use her first, then demand ransom from her brother. It's not like we haven't done it before," Jax, the muscular guy, grunted.

"Are you stupid?" Chloe sat up and kicked him in the chest. "Stop thinking with your dick for once. Use your tiny brain. What do rich people like them care about? Money is nothing to them. They care about their reputation and their family. I know you want Maya, but think about the big picture. If something happens to her, do you think Ethan won't hunt us down?"

Jax scratched his head. "Really? He looks like a total nerd. He carries that laptop everywhere. I thought he was just some programmer."

My blood ran cold, but my mind was spinning fast.

Laptop? Yes, my laptop! The day I went to the maid club, I had brought my laptop. My suspicions were correctthe club and those private rooms were rigged with hidden cameras.

They had set this trap, waiting for me to walk right in. Even adding Chloe on Snapchat had been part of her plan.

What a vicious, calculated trap.

"Actually..." Chloe laughed. "Back at the prep school, Maya was the one who approached me first. She's almost twenty, but she's so incredibly naive."

Jax grabbed her chest, his eyes still lingering greedily on Maya.

"She is pretty hot."

"Did you look into him? What's Ethan's background? Does he really have a huge inheritance?"

"Maya is apprenticing under that famous local painter, and Ethan just works at some ad agency. They're from out of town and keep a low profile. Nobody would even notice if they vanished," Tyler, the cameraman, chimed in.

Jax bit Chloe's neck. "What are you worried about? Those two don't look like cops."

"Better safe than sorry. You guys don't get it."

"Are you still paranoid because Maya looked at you like a cop? Babe, you're overthinking it."

Chloe had been scouting targets at the prep school. Maya hadn't done well academically and had switched to art, which caught Chloe's eye. I never expected that our seemingly perfect cover had been blown from the start.

Seeing the bruises on Maya's face, I clenched my teeth.

I couldn't act rashly. If I messed up, Maya would pay the price.

Taking a deep breath, I backed out of the room, slipped into the hallway, and sent Chloe a Snapchat message.

"I was halfway there, but my boss called me back to the office for an emergency. My bad for flaking. I'll still pay you. Just... don't let anyone touch the other girl. Keep her for me."

Inside the room, I heard someone swear.

"Did the guy notice something?"

"No way. He and Maya only have each other. Would he really just abandon his precious sister here? Besides, he's not even sure if Maya is actually with us. He has to confirm she's here before he makes a move. Seriously, you guys are supposed to be the men, but you have less balls than me."

"It's not about the balls, babe. It's about what's between them that makes you scream. Don't act like you don't love it, you little bitch."

Soon, the room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and rustling sheets again. I slipped back into my own room, my chest heaving.