Trapped by Three Bratva Thugs

Being dirt poor can force someone to do the wildest of things.
Like meeting up with 3 Russian strangers for a brief striptease.
The location alone made my knees weak.
Their icy-cold gazes, enshrouded by darkness, made me sweat like a pig.

But it was the money that coerced me. That, and secretly liking their attention.
I know it's wrong, but in my entire life, people have always put me down.
Three rich men paying me to see my curvy body? Sign me up again!
Of course, the second time ends up involving more than just seeing.
I loved how they worshiped my body, feeling every inch of me.
And the money that made me rich suddenly becomes the icing on the cake.

But then things take a turn for the worse, and I want to stay away from them.
Problem is, they are stubborn as hell, and hunt me down.
And when all three men finally reveal their faces and who they are, I know I should call the cops.
But I end up surrendering myself to their addictive, dangerous attention.