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The two girls gathered their clothes and scampered down the steps. Nora’s red lips were split into a large smile. Her hands had worked down to her legs, rubbing soft circles while her chest rose and fell with every heavy breath.  

“Is it my turn to cum now?” 

“No.”  

I rejoined her on the bed, pushing her hands off herself and back above her head. Her breasts were magnificent, her outstretched arms forming them into long stunning teardrops. They tasted wonderful under my exploring tongue. A soft bite, a gentle nibble, a slow twirl around her nipple. I was back to taking my time. Frustrating the poor girl.  

I licked down below her abs, let my lips taste her sweetness again. Then off, back to kissing and biting her thighs, her hips, back to her breasts before slowly making my way between her lips. A relieved groan escaped from her lungs. My tongue didn’t stay centered on her for more than a few seconds.  

I stopped the teasing and began a quick C motion; finishing the circle every other pass. Her volume was subtly increasing. Louder. More Reckless. Bank to bank her river was flooding, a warm overflowing mess being made between my cheeks. An addictive aroma. Her hips lifted, and I pulled away; gaining a little whine.  

“Tyler... please... stop teasing...”  

I didn’t respond, letting all contact between us stop. I crawled to the other side of the bed and let her feel the heat of my thighs surrounding her head. My length landed on her face with a slap. Her mouth tried to corral it, being pressed and pushed across her delicately soft skin.  

“Or just let me feel this thing... it’s been hours Tyler... please...” 

“It hasn’t been hours Nora. You’re just impatient. But you’ve been good.” 

I gripped her torso and spun her, a gentle laugh as we realigned our hips. Another low slap as my weight dropped onto her abs. I dragged it down, the head stopping right at her hole. I lifted her blindfold, just resting on her forehead. A strong grip near her scalp and I lifted her head slightly. Just enough for her to see my length pull back, tease her, and plunge inside. 

The blindfold snapped back onto her eyes as I just glimpsed them starting to roll backward. There was no need to go slow, her warmth embraced me entirely in the first thrust. Her voice sang in a happy satisfied tune.  

“Yesss Tyler. Mhm... give it to me... oh I’m getting close again already... yes... let me finish... please.”  

It probably had been hours, maybe two or three since I arrived at Nora’s house. Teasing her, denying her and starting all over again. I wasn’t done yet. She was still too calm. I kept pounding into her, hard, fast, consistent. I heard her voice catch, that one octave that gave away her orgasm about to unleash. I stopped. Pulled out. Removed all contact with our skin once more. 

“Nooooooo... what the fuuu-” 

I plunged back in. All. The. Way. To. The. Hilt. 

“Stop fucking toying with me... please... let me cum... Daddy... please... I’m being good... I haven’t complained... fuuuuuucckkkkk I’m close.” 

Again; I removed my stiff rod from her. A frustrated groan getting louder. She whimpered, longer, more desperate. If only she could see the giant smirk on my face. 

“Why? Fucking Why Tyler? I’ve called you daddy... April came... Veronica came... please let me fucking cum.” 

I just let my tip tap along her outer lips, not penetrating any longer, just sliding up and down the entrance. A few taps and rub along her clit and I thought she’d cum just from that. She didn’t. Yet.  

“Or that... keep doing th-”  

Nora cut herself off. Slowing her breathing, trying to reset herself. Start over. It wasn't working, her breath could never truly settle. She was twitching, her legs, her hips... trying to force herself to finally get her all the way there. I pinned her knees apart, down to the sheets. Arching my back down to find her pearl with my tongue. It riled her up again. 

“Fucking pick one... God damn it Tyler... please... please make me fucking cum... your tongue... your dick... I don’t fucking care... please daddy... please make me cum...”  

I continued to choose silence. Letting her simmer in her own rising tension. I wanted her to keep talking. To see if I could learn more about her. How desperate can she get. How needy. How willing to submit for my cock. 

I stopped my mouth, just letting my hot breath rest in her lap. A slow drawn out stream of heat. I could see her lungs fill and decompress with urgency. Her breath was getting shallow, her voice a throaty whisper. 

“What do I have to do... just tell me... I’ll do it... anything...”  

My tongue started again. A slow steady press of my flat tongue. I pushed into her clit, more determined flicks right along its edges, all the way around. I pulled it under my front row of teeth. Gently letting it rest between my tongue and upper jaw. A low hum and suck. She lost the patience in her voice.  

“Stop... not again... don’t bring me all the way there... fuck... just to stop agaiiiiiiiii- Fuck. Really?!” 

This was fun. I planned to let her cum shortly; but the constant desperation in her cord tempted me to draw it out even further. Maybe until morning. Make her wake up and beg me more. It was powerful, the way she was losing control. My back straightened and knees spread out around her. I pulled her legs together and let them fall to my shoulder. I pushed them back, looked at her dripping pussy and spoke in the lowest voice I could muster. 

“Nora.” I let the ridges of my flesh pass back to her embrace. “I’m going to stick my dick inside of you. I’m going to fuck you. Your words.” A tiny press inside of her, not even eclosing around my head. “Your words will determine if you get to cum. If I continue. Or if I stop once more. Do you understand?” 

“Yes...” 

A hand gentle rested on my shoulder. It was Veronica, her and April made it back up the stairs. Cute wet hair, back in their clothes. Veroncia whispered to me. 

“Do you want us to stay?” 

“No. Thank you. You can go.” 

“April wants to... but she won't ask.”  

I nodded. Speaking a little louder while motioning for April to come closer.  

“The girls are leaving Nora. Do you want them to stay?” 

“No... I just want my turn... my turn to cum...” 

“Goodbye Girls.”  

April was close enough, I grabbed her wrist and watched her confused face twist. Veronica waved as she let herself out. I whispered slow into April’s ear.  

“Be a good girl. Record this for me.”  

She pulled her phone out and nodded. Quietly, taking a step to the other side of the bed. She lifted the camera up and I plunged my entire length back into the squirming redhead. Her voice took a second to catch up to her mouth dropping open. A deep satisfied groan as my motions found their rhythm.  

“Keep going. Just like that... FUCK yes.”  

My thumb reached down in front of me. A wary little circle along her button. A flicker in her breath. A twitch of her neck. The slow rise of her chest. I pulled out again, resting it back along her core. 

“FUCK. I’ll say anything Tyler... fucking Christ... what do you want... just tell me... I’ll say anything. You want me to curse Caleb?! I’ll-” 

CRACK. 

A firm slap along her cheek. “No names. This is being sent to the group.” 

“Jesus... OKay... shit... Oil... You fucking dick... Ughhhh... He had his chance... I can’t... I don't want it anymore... You... Cane... Fuck... give me your dick Cane... please... for the love of god I want to cum so fucking bad... I fucking need it... more than I need this game... this job... this air that I breathe... I’d give it all up... just to cum on your dick... on... oh come on... fine... fuck... fuck it... Daddy... Make me cum Daddy... Oil begged me... on his knees... flaccid little cock between his knees... BEGGED me... to call him Daddy. To let him claim me...” 

I shoved back inside of her and began the motions again. A low throaty roar coming from my chest. “Don’t fucking stop or it comes out again.”  

“I never let him... Hahahah fuck this is so good... I can feel it... the craziest fucking orgasm of my life... its so far away... yet so close... Fill me with that fat Daddy cock Cane... You’re my daddy... I’m Cane’s good girl... Please make me cum Daddy... Cum like Ca... Oil. Oil never could... Fuck him... I don’t care... I want you... to do this... to me... fucking hell... fuck. fuck. fuck... yes daddy... I lost where I was... oh fuck... that fucking log is splitting me in half... I can’t anymore... I can’t hold it... I don’t want to... I never want to stop... I’ll never fuck another guy... only you Cane... only my daddy.”  

I fucking lost it. My body using every ounce of muscle to repeatedly crush into the desperate moaning melted snowman in my hands. I sounded like wounded elephant as I felt my orgasm building. Still far enough away, to watch Nora get obliterated by my dick.  

“I’m fucking... I’m going to... Jesus fucking Christ... It’s here... It’s happening... oh fuck... yes. Yes. Yes. I’m... UngggghaahhaaMmmmmmm.”  

I ripped her blindfold off. Her eyes widening as she saw my shaft rushing inside of her. The slight panic as she saw April recording, the double down of the loudest moan I’d ever produced out of a woman. She screamed. Her neighbors heard it. The entire block heard it. She didn’t stop. I didn’t stop. I felt like her clenched cunt would never let go of me. No way to stop the intense sate of pleasure she was in.   

I pulled out. Against every fiber in my body. I want to fill her up. To cover her. Another idea popped in my head. I looked at April.  

“That’s enough. Top drawer. Red lipstick. Bring it to me.”  

She did, I couldn’t read the emotions on her face. Envy? Lust? Fear? She stood by my side after placing it into my hand. She was inches from me. My aching cock resting on top of the destroyed restaurant manager. Her boss.  

I popped the cap and wrote in big letters across her entire body. 

‘Cane’s My Daddy‘ 

‘I’m his Good Girl.’ 

I plunged back into her emptiness. The road back to orgasm being a short one. Nora was incoherent, still groaning, whimpering, but still coming down from her high. Her eyes slowly recenter on me, barely staying open. She smiled. A slow spread of her sultry lips still coated in the same lipstick I just applied to her body. It was smeared, barely there. A form of metaphor for the state she was in.  

The waves started crashing. The thunderclouds building at the same time. I felt my body give way and the tidal wave of storms released from my cock. I pointed it on her body, completely covering the lipstick-stained words with my warm sperm. My soul was releasing, something inside of me changing. April’s words in my ear almost made me go again. 

“I’d do anything to be her right now.”  

I let the proud feeling fill me; April’s envious stare at my gleaming shaft. A warm rush of shakes through my fingertips. The sudden jolt of my hips after the intensity slowly faded away. I took a long slow breath as I felt my firm face smirk at the petite blonde.  

“Go downstairs. Wait for me.” 

I sent April off with a quick slap of her ass. I pulled my phone out and took a picture of Nora. She looked like she was asleep, relaxed face, closed eyes, slow calm breathing. I found the picture, the video April sent and started getting it ready to send off.  

Nora still hadn’t moved. I set my phone down and crawled up to her ear. A little whisper to see if she really had fallen asleep. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yes.” Her eyes didn't even open, an angelic tone of her voice I’d never heard. “I’m okay... just need some... rest... yeah... I’ll be fine.”  

“I’ll be back... You did good.”  

April was sitting in the kitchen, two empty glasses in front of her, a bottle of unopened whiskey next to them. She kept tapping the label of the bottle.  

“My dad has a bottle of this. He only ever opened it when they won another star.” She pulled the foil off the top and uncorked it. Letting the strong scent fill her nose. “He opened it when my brother got his first restaurant chef position. When my older sister graduated from med-school. When my little brother got sous chef. I waited and waited...”  

Gently I reached for the bottle, one hand gripping it and pouring the smokey amber into the glasses while my other rested on her shoulder. 

“Then let’s celebrate.” 

“Celebrate what? That I’m still a waitress at 22?” 

“The game. You’re in it now. Play it right and you could have Nora’s job soon.”  

“No shot. I’ll probably lo-” 

“Stop. You’re on my team. You’re not losing anything. I’m done losing. We’re going to win. Me, you, Nora, Julie, Oscar, Marisol. We’re a solid team.”  

April reluctantly raised a glass. A soft clink and we tasted the strong spirit. She didn’t say anything else, just kind of leaned on my shoulder. We slowly enjoyed the celebratory scotch in silence. A sip. A sigh. A little cuddle further into my body.  

I finished my ounce and turned to head back upstairs; April stopped me with a question. 

“Can I stay here with you?” 

“If you want to. I’m going to shower with Nora. The bed for sleeping is in that room.” I pointed down the hall and noticed her quizzical look back at me. “Nora keeps her sex and sleeping beds separate.”  

“So, if I want your...” She nodded down. “I can’t at 2AM?” 

“I never said that.”  

Nora was waiting for me on the bed. Perched on an elbow with a bright grin. She watched every step back into the room. She looked recovered, all of her ducks at least in the same room. 

“Can I see the video... before you send it?” 

“Yeah... of course.”  

“I don’t even remember what I said. Barely recognized April with the phone pointed at us... What did you do to me?”  

“You were just distracted.” 

“Come on.” Her hand patted the sheets next to her. “Let’s get this sent. I’m about to pass out.” 

I pulled up the video and let her watch. It did things to me. Blood rushing in more places than just my groin. A weird shake through me. Hearing myself on camera, that deep voice I didn’t recognize. I couldn’t let her notice, anyone. I’m going to have a hard time keeping this up for 3 months. Summer break seemed so far away... I sent off the video.  

Sir-Ma'am-Cane 

[Video of April’s Initiation.]  

Everyone 

‘Sorry bud.’ - Cane 

[Video of Nora.] - Cane 

[Picture of Lipstick Nora] - Cane 

“Can we shower together?”  

Nora didn’t let me answer. She just grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs. The steam did wonders for my head. It started throbbing. I was confident about the videos. Something about knowing everyone would see them, hear my voice in them. It felt like a dagger twisting in my stomach.  

A quick spank of my butt brought laughter into the tight space. Nora looked up at me, only a few inches shorter. It always felt light with her. Never too serious. We exchanged little smiles the rest of the shower. Finishing off and walking downstairs in towels. Nora flipped on the lights as we entered her bedroom. 

“Why is April in my bed?” 

“She didn’t want to go home either.”  

“Okay.”  

She shrugged it off as we both climbed into bed. It was cold, the sheets, the pillow. The three of us ended up very close together. If April woke, she didn’t tell us, but I felt her scootch closer. I fell asleep between the two girls, finally feeling a little peace. 

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We made it around the corner in time to see Josh pulling out and painting Danielle. A tender moment that lingered with a slow kiss between them. Even seeing them swap and share in the club, I never had doubts about how much they loved each other. You have to, I guess; to survive this type of lifestyle. 

Jessica and I laid down on the bed together and watched the naked couple make out like a pair of teenagers. Danielle let her head fall slowly to the side and stare at the two of us. 

“Enjoying the show over there?” 

“Always.” My wife settled back into my arms as her, and Danielle teased looks of temptation back and forth. 

“Why haven’t we swapped yet?”  

“Josh and I had some fun last night at the club.” 

“But Johnny... why not me?”  

It caught me off guard. I guess I didn’t realize that Danielle might actually want that too. They didn’t just want to guide us, they wanted us to play with them. I still hadn’t, not at the cabin, not since I’d been here. Just that woman from the playroom. Danielle was attractive, bubbly, fun, and confident in the bedroom. She would be a lot of fun; yet something about this trip just made me want to stay monogamous.  

“We can... I don’t know. It’s not like I don’t want to. Something happened that first night with the woman. I lost some desire to explore. Mostly; I just want my wife right now.”  

“It happens.” She rolled out from under her husband and stood right in front of us. I couldn’t stop my eyes from dropping and taking in her large breasts hanging in front of me. The curves of her body that rounded down her frame beautifully. “All you have to do is ask... when you’re ready.”  

Josh stayed behind as he watched her walk into the bathroom and flick on the shower. He walked over to us, taking up her position of standing naked in front of us. It was easier to keep my eye contact with him.  

“Don’t worry about it. There’s always regression and fatigue. Focus on the two of you this trip. Don’t worry about us.” 

“Thanks Josh.” 

He turned around the corner, and my wife had the biggest smile on her face. 

“What?” 

“You just want me right now?” 

“I always want you.”  

Our lips met, it was soft, slow kissing. Our hands resting on each other’s necks. I felt the light pump below and started kissing more intensely. Moving my hands down her chest to pinch her nipple between my fingers. Jessica’s hand pushed on my chest. 

“Save your strength... for tonight.” 

“You’re right...” Our smiles seemed to be a reflection. Big, wide, cheesy grins. “But we can just kiss.”  

We rolled around for another fifteen minutes. Letting our tongues do all the talking. Josh and Danielle went back to their room, and we decided to take a short nap. The sun was down by the time we woke, and we started getting ready and knocked on our friend's door.  

They were still getting dressed, but they invited us in for a glass of wine. Danielle was running around in her lingerie, dancing and singing into a fake microphone. Josh was shirtless in the bathroom playing her backup singer. It was nice to see this side of them.  

“Have you two heard from Trevor and Jordan?” Danielle spun her head around as she asked. Doing a little dance to some early 2000’s hip hop. 

“We talked briefly on the phone a few months ago. They told us they found a place in Idaho. More details to follow. That’s about it.”  

“Trevor transferred companies and moved to California. We were planning to go visit before the cabin, but I guess they’re too busy with the new job.”  

“The cabin is going to be so much fun this year.” 

“What do you think they’ll plan? I never saw Jordan as some sexy gamemaster.”  

“Whoever has sex the least wins?”  

We all laughed a little. Jordan’s sexual awakening at the cabin last year was a surprise. Danielle, Amber... the two of them were never bashful with their stories. It was nice to see Jessica and Jordan step out of their shell more. Jessica had left that shell very far behind... I wonder if Jordan and Trevor kept exploring.  

Danielle finally stopped dancing around the room and put on her dress. It was only for the cab ride, she said.  

Sure enough, within seconds of us getting back inside the club her dress was balled up in her hands as we made our way to the lockers. Jessica and I dropped our phones off and shared an anticipatory smirk.  

We raced through the dance floor down a hall and found a semi-private room. There was a threesome on one of the beds. Two guys and a girl kissing and teasing with their clothes still on. We asked them if we could use the bed next to them, they agreed with a simple smile and nod.  

Jessica pushed me onto the bed, stripped off her dress and mounted me in only a bright purple thong. Her cheeks filled my hands, and our tongues went on an adventure. We got lost in our own little world. By the time we took a breather, glanced around the room. The threesome was gone; Danielle and Josh replaced them with another couple.  

Danielle had the other man’s length in her mouth while Josh was going down on the other women. Jessica and I laughed, looked at each other and felt the heat rise. We kissed again, shorter, more groping of our bodies. She ripped open my button up shirt, pushed my pants down and shoved her hands into the crotch.  

Her fingers wrapped around my tip, pulling and pushing on the flared ridges. I pulled on her rear until she crawled up my torso and mounted my face. My first few flicks were along the fabric, right on top of her little button. I pulled it to the side and let her warmth fill my mouth. 

A satisfied little purr came out of her while she started running her hands through my hair like she was playing with a toy. I wasn’t in a hurry. I was tasting every little flavor she had to offer. Focusing my hearing on every little sound escaping her mouth. Felt her cheeks fill my hands again as I kneaded and squeezed while flicking on her pearl.  

She didn’t have some crazy screaming orgasm. But I felt her hips jolt back and forth. Felt the extra warmth on my cheeks. Saw her hands grip her chest like it was preventing me from stopping.  

She pushed through without so much as an announcement. But I knew. I always knew. She tried to pull herself down and return the favor, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I spun her over with a sudden shriek from my wife. Her back hit the mattress; I lifted her legs to my shoulders, aligned my length and pushed inside of her.  

We both groaned a long sigh of released anticipation. A wicked smile was shared between the two of us, and our hips began to connect. Slow, whimsical little pushed of skin. Jessica’s smile faltered for a second, a twist of pleasure trying to break through. I loved it. Seeing her face behave in ways she couldn’t control.  

My hands dug into her thighs, holding them tight, pulling them into me every few seconds with a loud thud that made her torso shake little ripples of skin throughout. She bit her lip. Released. Crushed her brows downward. Released. Smiled the most beautiful smile. Released. 

Every movement was contributing to the rise of our urges, trying to break the damn of control. The slide through her tight walls, the warm damp air clinging to my shaft as I left it unburied for a second and plunged back to the hilt.  

Jessica’s voice was stuck in her throat, only coming out in short throaty grunts. I pushed my knees further up her sides, getting them both on the other side of her ass. Her cheeks were in my lap, her legs on my shoulders being pulled tight with my strong arms. It was one of those positions where as soon as our bodies settled, we made eye contact. Shared that sexy little grin that meant we were about to go for as long as our bodies allowed us.  

With a combination of hard thrusts of my hips, strong pulls on her legs and a willing submission from my wife and I was off to the races.  

An applause seemed to appear from the room, but it wasn’t anyone clapping. It was the loud connections of my wife and I’s hips. Our voices joined the performance. She let the levy open and started spilling out whimpers and moans in a growing volume.  

My breath was as determined as a man on a marathon. My muscles already showing sign of exhaustion, we stayed in that once position, slamming down on my wife’s shaking petite body. I loved the way her breasts jiggled at that speed, like shaking laminated paper. Her whole body accepted and shook from my motions.  

The rest of the room was in our peripherals. An elephant could have ran through the wall and the connection my wife and I was sharing wouldn’t have ended. We would have kept yelling at each other through our eyes. Let the elephant steam roll over us and crawled back to each other again.  

I thought it would be about a show to perform. A gaggle of girls to impress. A group of guys jealously watching me. I didn’t even know who was in the room. 

I pushed my knees further up her body, let her legs fall to the side and gripped her face with both hands. Our foreheads touched, our eyes still staring into the other’s. Our breath mingled in the enclosed space we had created around our heads.  

My hips still hadn’t stopped their sprinting marathon. I felt the fire in my lungs but I wasn’t stopping until we both were done. Satisfied. Fulfilled.  

I felt that little flip switch in my balls. Felt the heat creeping up my shaft. I was less than 2 minutes from being able to control when I filled my wife with everything I had. Her voice broke through first. A high-pitched cry that could only be heard by me. 

“I’m going to...” 

“Me too.” 

That was all that needed to be said. Our heads nodded yes against the others. Our eyes refused to close. Refused to stop staring into the soul of the person we loved most.  

“Uh-huh.” 

“Mhm.”  

“Yes.” 

“I’m-” 

“I Know.” 

Our moans broke out of the stables like mustangs. Our bodies pushed backwards, forwards and in every other direction our firm grip on each other allowed. It was a dance of two patients in strait jackets. Bouncing and jumping but not really going anywhere.  

Our bodies slowed, I released the grip I had on her head. Her white skin under my touch started to flush red with blood. I hadn’t realized how hard I was griping her. Not letting her eyes move from mine. A few more slow thrusts through the soaked warmth and we broke in laughter. 

I rolled over, still not letting our eyes leave each other. We laid there for minutes. I don’t know how long. Danielle’s hand on my chest finally snapped me out of the spell. Her voice in my ear was followed by a quick flick of her tongue. 

“I want that so bad Johnny... You two are so fucking hot.” 

I laughed, Jessica gave us a feigned jealous glare then burst into laughter herself.  

I finally took in the room, more people than before. A lot of watchers, Josh and the other women were still going at it. Loud aggressive grunts from both of them. I shook the fog from my head and finally responded to the naked friend of ours towering over me. 

“I can only do that with Jess.”  

One last kiss between my wife and I and I could have fallen asleep on the spot. We sat up, gathered our clothes and took a seat in the corner. We watched, held each other and recovered. Jess’s little voice in my ear sparked enough energy in me to jump start our round two.  

“Keep making Danielle jealous... Don’t give in to her tonight... This is fun.”  

 

 

Previous Parts

“What was that, Nora? You did that while Jacky was here?” 

“I didn’t know she was here.”  

“Clearly.” 

“She’s not supposed to have a key.” 

I felt my lungs struggle to refill. My cheeks on fire. I needed to calm down before going back. Nora was still sitting in her chair, a beautiful statue staring at the wall.  

“Who’s Gavin?” 

“He was a director. He hired me. Nominated me. Helped me win.”  

“Are you even good at this game?” 

“I am! I was... Tyler? Let me make it up to you. I can fix this. It’s fine. We can-” 

“Stop. Go home. Wait for me. We’ll talk then.”  

I stormed out of the room and found a bathroom. The cold water against my face calmed me. A deep breath as I dried off with a towel. I rushed back to the kitchen and made it in time to get family meal. George made tacos; Billy’s excited look dropped away when he saw me scowling over my plate.  

He sat on the milk crate next to me and struck my back a few times. We ate in silence. Getting ready for the night. Service went by quickly, easy night. April was too busy to stop by the floor, she was with Veronica all night. I offered to stay late and close since I had to wait for her anyways.  

George was across the hall closing down the prep area. It left me alone on the line, April and Veronica waiting on their last table to leave. Veronica’s curly black hair bounced over in front of me, she let her elbows plop onto the counter while making delicious eye contact. 

“Can I come with tonight?” 

“Where?” I knew exactly what she meant. She wasn’t bashful in her response. 

“To Nora’s. To watch you fuck her and April.” 

“Aren't you the enemy?”  

“The enemy of my enemy just likes to watch hot people get off. Come on; I’ll film it for you. For whatever challenge you’re working on.”  

I could see steady glances from April. She seemed to purposely stay on the other side of the room. Veronica bit her lip and raised her brows a few times. She wouldn’t stop staring into my eyes. Hers were the lightest shade of brown, almost a red hue in the iris.  

“Not this time. Maybe we can complete a challenge together before the week of no team-play is over.”  

“I’ll hold you to that.” She walked away with one last grin over her shoulder. I finished closing and made it down to the locker room. It was quiet, I got dressed quickly and hurried to the shuttle. April and Veronica were sitting together in the back. I made my way down and sat next to them. 

“April said if I can’t come tonight, she’s going to go to my place instead. I can call one of the hunks from my team.”  

“I did not!” April slapped her arm while the two girls snickered.  

“Are you asking me to make you come Veronica?” 

“Yes.” Without skipping a beat, Veronica leaned toward me. Resting her slender hand on my thigh. “I’ll be real with you. My challenge is to fuck a leader of a team. I chose you.” 

“How many?” 

“20.” 

“Deal. But you owe me one.” 

“I owe you 20 points or one challenge. Nothing else.” Veronica leaned in closer. “Seal it with a kiss?” 

I briefly pecked her on her lips and pulled back. Veronica’s frown made April smile. I put my hand on April’s thigh while speaking to Veronica. 

“Can you drive us?” 

We all piled into Veronica’s car. April up front, me in the back by myself. We came up with our plan. I would go in first, convince Nora to get tied up and blindfolded. Then I’d bring in the other girls.  

Nora answered on the first knock. “I’m sorry for earlier. I don’t know what I-” 

“It’s fine. Can I get a glass of whiskey?” 

She nodded and closed the door behind me. I watched the softest bounce of her butt as she strolled into the kitchen. She was wearing tiny little cotton shorts and an orange tank top with some logo I didn't recognize. There was still a lot I didn’t know about Nora. 

She returned with a glass of amber liquid sloshing around without ice. Her shirt must have been forgotten. A perfect handful of breasts clinging to her chest, swaying like a metronome behind the whiskey. Her steps seemed to give them an extra swing.  

I took the glass from her and nodded toward the stairs. “Let’s talk up there.”  

I led her up the stairs and pointed at the chair while I sipped on my drink. Nora sat down, and studied me. I meandered around her playroom. Shuffled through her drawers and cabinets until I found what I was looking for. 

I tossed a blindfold and a lingerie set at her which she deftly caught. A solemn nod and she, accepted. I returned to her drawers of treasures and kept going through them; she had quite the collection. I didn’t even know where to start. This whole thing was Tory’s Idea; I didn’t feel like I even wanted it. Nora was extremely attractive; yet I didn’t want her romantically. Physically... I just needed her skill at the game. Lately it didn't seem like she had any. Maybe this Gavin is the only reason she did well.  

I found a pair of furry handcuffs and returned to the redhead. She had gotten on the lace, pulling up the matching stockings up to her thighs. She held the blindfold in her hand, passing her thumb along the soft silk. I let the restraints fall to her feet in front of her, another pair in my hands. 

“Put them on your ankles.” Nora nodded and followed my directions. “What was your goal with me? Pulling me away from Tory?” 

“Points. A fun fling. Then move back to Caleb. I didn’t think Melody could sink her claws in that fast.” 

“And now?” 

“You’re my only option. He made me look weak. A tool to push himself ahead.” 

“Was any of it real with me?” 

“Not at first... you are a good guy. I like you. But... it felt like you were never truly attached to me. No matter what I did, Tory still had a piece of you.”  

“Then this is how it’s going to go.” I collected her wrists behind her back and attached them with the furry red cuffs. Slowly sliding the blindfold over her eyes. “You’re going to give me something to antagonize my new roommate.” 

“Who?” 

“Caleb. He moved into Fabian’s old room today.”  

“How? Managers never live there. I had my own condo until this place.” 

“He said he needed more room. Someone is pulling strings behind the scenes. It doesn’t matter. I want him to hate it. Beg HR to get him out of there. Without crossing any lines.”  

“Daddy.” 

“What?” 

Nora chuckled as she kept going, pausing to shake her head. “He asked me to call him that. Multiple times. I always said no. I have a great relationship with my father.” 

“You call me daddy. We taunt him with that?” 

“Not just that. I’m so stupid for not thinking of this sooner.” Her facial expressions crept into genuine happiness. “Not just me. Make the girls in the house. Julie, Marisol, hell even April. They all call you daddy around him.” 

“And that will work?” 

“He begged one night. While I was tied up. I kept saying no to the point of him losing his erection. It was kind of sad in the moment. He wouldn’t follow up on it. Just told me to drop it. That was our second week together.”  

“Good.” 

I walked out of the room, down the stairs. It sounded decent, hopefully this idea didn’t blow up in our faces like her last few. I left Nora alone in the silence, not even announcing my departure to collect the other girls. I wanted Nora second guessing herself; me. She was planning on dropping me, going back to Caleb. Maybe that’s everyone’s first move.  

I quietly opened the front door, Veronica and April huddled up together. April's hand hit my shoulder, Veronica flashing me a little grin as they hurried inside. 

“What took so long? It’s so cold out tonight.” 

“Quiet. Nora is upstairs. Shed your clothes, give me another 10 minutes then come up.”  

I returned up the stairs, not giving them a chance to protest. I snuck up quietly behind Nora and let my words slip into her ear.  

“Where were we.”  

“My plan that puts you on top.” 

“Is that your goal now? Put me on top?” 

“Yes.” 

“You have to earn the spot beside me. You’re starting over Nora. From the bottom. Or I can untie you, walk out that door and let you find a new team.” 

“Stay. Let’s do it together.” 

I watched her reaction. A deep exhale followed by a calm stillness. I could hear the footsteps of the girls joining us. I whispered one last thing into Nora’s ear.  

“Don’t make me regret this.” 

I felt a heavy weight in my core. We were using each other, and I could convince myself that it was okay. Now. I’m going to build this up; just to tear it all down. I was starting to lose a little hope, a long dark winter ahead of me. The sight of two naked waitresses walking into Nora’s playroom lightened the burden. It was a lot to shoulder; somehow, I figured I’d manage.  

You couldn’t fit a quarter on any part of Veronica’s body without it touching a tattoo. Except for her face, she was covered. Snakes, flowers, people; I couldn’t even start to catalog them in my mind. Her nipples. You could get a quarter inside them, puffy pink circles on her small perky chest. They barely made a dent off the dainty frame, yet you could see the outline perfectly.  

I pointed at Veronica and handed her my phone. Whispering simple directions to her. Then I turned to April who was doing a bad job hiding her eagerness. Her arms covered her chest; her legs held tight together. Maybe she still wasn’t comfortable around me. That would need to change.  

I just pointed at the bed; Amber bounced in quick steps trying to hold her breasts in place before sliding onto the large mattress. Her butt had a cute subtle jiggle that April quickly hid by slipping onto her side. Her grin had gotten wider. Nora stayed quiet, not acknowledging if she knew others were here.  

I climbed onto the bed next April. Her smile glitched when I got close, forcing itself back into a happy crescent. Her hand twitched at my touch, a sudden shock of our skin. It felt awkward. I almost wanted her to yell at me. To spark something. She was being too nice. As if she felt it too, her shrill little voice made an appearance.  

“If you’re too scared to fuck me, I can go somewhere else. Nervous to perform in front of an audience? Cat got your tongue?” Her face twisted in a little evil smirk as she saw the agreement on my face. “You’re just scared you fuck as bad as you cook. That someone on some other team will fuck me better. That you’ll lose another girl to our new roomie?” 

I pushed on top of her, forcing her hands above her head. With such tiny wrists I could fit both in one hand. Leaving my free hand to wrap around her throat. I let my hands squeeze, release and crack across her face. A gentle reminder of where this was going.  

“What did you say this morning? Slap me like you’ve done this before?” There it was, that little bit of hate, blending with our dumb lust like gas on a campfire. I didn’t even react. Just let her continue. “Is that all you’ve got? Scare to ta-” 

CRACK.  

April’s pupils dilated as the smirk was wiped off her lips momentarily. It returned even wider. A quick exhale that carried a wisp of humor. I stayed silent and moved my hand down her body. Roughly dragging my hands down her chest, her abs, over her hairy little patch. My index split her pussy down the middle and forced a gentle whimper out of her throat.  

She was drenched. I could have buried my shaft all the way inside with no resistance. I let my dripping finger reach her face, drag down across her lips. She sucked it and couldn’t hide the building desire in her face. “Fuck me Already.” 

“Nora.” I spoke loudly, April’s eyes darted toward the foot of the bed. “Tell April our theme of the night.” 

“Call him daddy. Anytim-” 

“That’s enough Nora. Thank you.” 

Veronica’s side eye carried a subtle curl in the corner of her mouth. Nora probably didn’t even know she was there. My phone was at her side; I curled my finger at her as she approached and stood at the edge of the bed.  

I started positioning myself, aligning the head of my shaft toward her mouth. As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, I pushed in. It wasn’t a long wait. 

“Fu... glc... uck... Mm... ulg...”  

For how much she talked her mouth wasn’t very big. The girth of my rod stretched her lips to their limit. I didn’t even have to go halfway to fill her up. I let my hands grip her light blonde hair and slowly pushed her forward. I let go of her hands above her head, letting one grasp her neck while the other pushed her head toward my lap.   

“Is this the only way to shut you up April? Force my fat cock down your throat?”  

I ripped my length out of her. She was unable to speak; her chest gasping for more air. When she finally started to string syllables together, I shoved back inside.  

“Squeeze my leg if you’re going to pass out. Is that okay?”  

I pulled back out to a quiet gag before she responded.  

“Yes daddy.”  

Her little affliction in the middle of word sent a powerful wave through my system. I felt a shake slither down my arms and into my hands. I buried my shaft all the way down her throat and slapped her face. I pulled out and let my weight rest on her face.  

“Are you sure you still want to play the game?”  

“God yesss...”  

I shifted down the mattress and let my fingers curl up inside of her. I didn’t need to warm her up. My fingers slid in with ease. I put them in her mouth and watched her wide eyes narrow into acceptance, enjoyment. She grinned around my hand, quickly changing to a wide gape as my tip penetrated her.  

I let my slick fingers drag down her chest, fill my palm and use her as leverage to increase the rhythm. My hips settled into a constant wave, crashing into hers. A subtle slap of skin settled into the soundscape. My hand returned home to her throat, a gentle squeeze as April tried to stay silent.  

“Do you think you can stay quiet... like you promised this morning?” 

“Yes.” The last letter squeaking out of her. “It’s not... that... mhm... big.” 

“And if you don’t?”  

April shrugged, trying not to focus on the constant motion below us.  

“If your first climax isn’t quiet. It’s the only one you get.”  

April shook her head, her face crunching shut.  

“It’s not a question.” 

My movements became more aggressive, loud collisions in an ever increasing tempo. April’s voice began to betray her. Loud short whimpers forcing out of the cracks she was hiding. Every release of sound giving permission to the next, louder note.  

“I can’t. It’s too... quiet... I  can’t.... shiii-” 

I surrounded her mouth with the palm of my hand. Trying to help her stay quiet, to help her earn another chance at bliss. It didn’t work. Her cries started escaping from the edges. Forcing my hand off of her, letting the wild animal out of the cage.  

I pounded into the bratty waitress; the one I secretly craved since she first yelled at me. The anger, sarcasm, insults. It all led to the withering flower of a girl below me. Jolting back and forth from my powerful thrusts.  

April’s moans turned into long, never ending operas of satisfaction. Her voice vibrating out of her mouth. Her eyes had rolled back, eyelids barely open. Her face jerked in every direction, almost losing control of her facial features.  

“I’m coming.... ohhh fuck I’m coming.” 

It rolled out of her casually, like she was in complete control over her body. She wasn’t. I struggled to keep my motions consistent. Every scream came with a twist of her frame. Every sound cut short by the next. Every muscle in her tensed... and released. A loud final emotional dump and April fell flat onto the bed. I pushed her body away and backed off.  

Veronica flashed a smile as I worked my way over to Nora. I picked up her, slung her over my shoulder and tossed her on the bed close to April. She awkwardly slumped on the mattress, trying to lay back while her wrists and ankles were still bound. I removed the cuffs from her feet and watched her knees fall flat. The thin red lace gave me a subtle preview of her downstairs.  

April started to sit up and recollect herself. Her nose crinkled as she saw Nora within arm's reach. Her mouth opened as she started to speak, a tightly press of her lips and I saw the frustration building on her forehead.  

“You only get one April. If you throw a fit, it will be the last one.”  

She only nodded, shook her head and propped up on her elbow to watch with a poorly hidden scowl. Nora was still blindfolded; hands cuffed behind her back. I repositioned her hands to the front and let her fall on her back. She let out a soft sigh as my hands pushed gently along her skin. I gripped her little red thong and pulled it down, letting my fingers roughly drag it off her. 

Veronica had the phone at her side, just standing and watching. I motioned her over. Taking a long look at her slender work of art she hid beneath all her clothes. I let her get close to me and held a finger to my lips. 

“April. Can you please hold Nora’s hands above her head? We need them out of the way.” 

I could see a little satisfaction in her face as she pinned the redhead's arms high above her. 

“Her bra April. Can you remove it?” 

A little fiddling while completely stretched out and her nakedness was on complete display for Veronica and I. Veronica was patiently standing next to the bed, I took the phone from her hands and handed it to April. Whispering quietly into Veronica’s ear.  

“You like to tease don’t you?” 

She grinned wide and nodded her head yes. A little bite of her lip and she started crawling onto the bed. Nora’s head lifted, slowly resting back against the soft sheets. She was aware of the fourth person. Good. I let Veronica hear my last whispered words before we began. 

“I want her begging for release. Use your hands, tongue, face. Touch every part of her, but the part she pleads for.” 

A nod from Veronica and her index finger was already tracing along Nora’s jaw. I let my own hand start at her feet. A short massage that I let carry up into her calves. I worked around her muscles like a massage I received one time. I wonder if Gemma would give me lessons. 

Nora’s breathing was getting more shallow as she felt the two sets of hands exploring her exposed parts. April’s hands held the cuffed set of wrists above her head. Nora’ body twitched with anticipation. The first time I went down on her, she was impatiently telling me to just cut to the chase. This time I didn’t care. It might be an hour until my tongue touches her warmth.  

My hands had worked up her legs; making sure to stay away from her center. Gentle slow rubs, quick hard squeezes. I watched Veronica’s fingers teasing around the edges of her curves, never touching, just toying like a cat with its toy.  

April tried to speak with her face, staying quiet but making it obvious she wanted more from me. A warm smile and another shake of my head before I went back to the long game. April could wait, but her time would come again. I wanted Nora to break, to beg, to have the desperate little whine in her voice. It was something I was coming to desire, the change in a girl’s voice when she commits. When she lets go of her inhibitions and lets me see how bad she wants it.  

My fingers drug up her hips, a firm press into her flesh. I stopped right before her chest began to rise in her natural mounds and pulled back down on her skin. My hands followed the curve of her hips, pressing into her thighs and letting my fingers trickle around her pelvis. I lowered my head, my breath hot and heavy on her slit. She finally let her voice out, her impatience obvious. 

“I hate when you do that... just li-” 

“Slow Nora. We’re going at my speed tonight. Or I can gather my things and leave you here alone.” 

I let my tongue split right between her lips, quickly tasting the honey that had been building up. Her sudden gasp was short lived as my tongue pulled away and back down her legs. Following my lead wonderfully, Veronica had licked around Nora’s chest. Letting her tongue circle her nipples, then pull up into her arms.  

We both kissed, lick and bit around her entire body. Carefully staying away from her most intimate parts. I looked up as my tongue crowned her hips; April was glaring down at me. Her hands crossed, no longer holding Nora’s. 

“What’s wrong April?” 

“Is that all you brought me here for? Initiate me and toss me aside to play with Nora?” 

“Careful. I’ve started to like your little brat attitude. Don’t make me hate it.” I lifted my body up and straddled Nora’s chest. My length was resting between her soft pillows. I gripped April’s jaw delicately with my fingers. “I’ll be back for you. For now. Put those pretty little lips on Nora’s face.” 

April’s eyes receded into acceptance, leaning down to kiss her former tormentor.  

“Not those.” 

I didn’t clarify any further, letting my tip drag down her body as I positioned at her hips once more. Veronica had paused, watching my member drag along the pale skin. Her quick smile faded as she started kissing April’s core. She had moved up onto Nora’s face.  

Nora started lapping up at the blonde's lips. I forced her to stop, my own tongue starting sudden strong licks into her folds. I separated her inner and outer labia, tracing around in a circle before settling into a soft suck of her clit. Light whimpers escaped Nora’s mouth, going back to licking when they settled.  

A felt a tap of my shoulder, Veronica was scooting in next to me. She slowly dropped her face next to mine, waiting for me to stop her. I didn’t. We licked the soaked crease together. Our tongues alternating, teasing and twisting in the small area. It became a game, who could stay in one position longer, whose tongue was stronger. We made short, constant eye contact as our faces pressed between Nora’s legs. 

Like two line cooks on a busy Saturday night, Veronica and I had surprising chemistry making our prey squirm. Nora’s breathing was getting louder, the jolts of her body becoming increasingly sporadic. April’s tender groans joined hers; the frustration completely washed from her face.  

Nora forced out a long low moan, never removing her lips from Aprils’. Her warmth started flushing with fluids, her hips beginning to rise off the covers. She was close. I didn’t want her to finish yet. I grabbed Veronica by her hair and pulled her off along side me.  

“MMuughhhhhh... really?” 

April grabbed Nora’s head and pushed it back up. Her bratty voice carried a touch of sexy drawl I hadn’t heard before. “I don’t care if you're coming; I’m so close Nora... fuck... Hahahah... never thought you’d be licking my twat did you? Don’t stop. It’s so... good. FUCK.”  

April twisted; her eyes closed while her mouth gaped. She rocked her hips and let her climax cascade down her body. Veronica grabbed my head and forced me in for a kiss. I didn’t fight it. It was sudden and sexy. She bit my lip like her teeth would never let go. Her hand tried to go down my side, I grabbed it and pushed it back to Nora. 

“Keep going. Don’t let her cum.”  

I got off the bed and walked around behind April. She was facing Nora and Veronica, her legs surrounding Nora’s head. I pushed her back and let her rest along Nora’s torso. Her dripping hole still had Nora’s tongue flicking against it. I slowly aligned my tip and let it tap against her tongue before pushing into the intoxicating entrance. 

“Yes God... How does it make me so full... Mmmmmm.” 

I let it slide all the way in and held it there. Feeling her tight hole clenching against my shaft. A few long strokes and April’s moans were winding up again. I slapped April’s small ass, it was tight and firm but barely had any give to it. Even my harder spanks weren’t getting much recoil. I didn't mind, her drenched pussy was doing amazing things to my dick. 

More delicious whimpers came from Nora, no longer licking; her open mouth looked inviting. On my next withdrawal I let my head drop lower, slide April’s juices over the blindfold, across Nora’s lips, her chin. She frantically moved her head around until she was able to corral it in her mouth. It was awkward, but a twisted neck and wide open throat Nora was able to get it partially in. I ripped it away from her like carrot and stick.  

I bounced off the back of the bed, April turned quickly. Her eyes dropping as she saw me walking back to the other side. It was quite the scene. April holding herself up with her hands on Nora’s thighs. Veronica working diligently right where I left her. I lifted her chin out of Nora’s lap, tasting the redhead on Veroncia’s lips.  

I whispered instructions and watched her climb up onto Nora’s lap. Her and April braced against each other as I watched them kiss. My cock was aching. I wanted to finish, to just pound into Nora and get our response to Caleb. But I can’t rush. It needed to be perfect, to get Nora saying more than she intends to. A results based challenge. I wanted to score big. 

“Are you ready for me Nora?” 

“Yes Daddy.”  

My weight slid along her hole, up onto her abs. Veronica looked over her shoulder while dropping her hips. She pressed my shaft between her, sliding up and down while pleading with her eyes.  

“Not yet.” 

I licked my fingers and pressed them inside of Veronica’s little hole. Gently massaging while my thumb rested a little higher. She didn’t let out any sound, but her eyes spoke volumes. It felt like minutes of her hazel eyes softly staring at me, begging me to fuck her without ever moving a muscle in her face.  

I let my fingers coat my tip and pressed it against the willing waitress. I watched the corner of her eyes drop; then close as her grip slowly let me in. The second stroke was smoother, then the third basically a slip and slide. She still didn’t let out a sound.  

The only audible noise in the room was the slick penetration into the tattooed beauty. Nora had stopped licking April, who herself was in a trance watching the scene unfold in front of her. I felt a strong smirk spread across my face, watching April glance between my eyes and her friend.  

I gripped the colorful cheeks bounding in circles in front of me. There was a giant face on one, maybe Bob Marley smoking a joint. A myriad of small scenes on the other. A paddle right below her left cheek. I slapped it. Right on the image. Again. No sound. She was good at this. 

I let my hips build momentum, strong powerful strokes stopping just shy of her rear. It wasn’t loud, no clap of skin; just the slick glide back and forth. Veronica’s breathing got louder as she closed her mouth. Forced loud nasally breaths. And gently let out her first little pant.  

“Hi, Veronica.” 

Veronica had a sexy voice; evident in her drawn out laugh that blended with her adorable whimpers. 

“Hey boss.”  

“Taking the cute line cooks cock right now?” 

“Yesss.” 

Nora’s hand searched through their bodies to find her clit. I saw her arm moving, slowing speeding up. Veronica’s response was intoxicating. A slow moan that carried into a confident chuckle. I let my hips collide into her for the first time. A satisfying slap of skin. Her tone changed; a throaty vibration forced its way out of her chest.  

Another firm stroke, another loud smack. There was a quake forming in her thighs, Nora’s hand still pressing circles. April’s voice rejoined us, a soft groan. Nora had restarted with her tongue.  

“Oh shit Nora... your fingers are so good... while this fucking monster is inside of me... I’m... guys... shit...”  

Her hips tried to break the connection we were sharing. Jumping in all directions while her clenched hole refused to let go of me. She screamed. All the held back pleasure releasing at once. Her hips kept moving in a circular motion, trying to preserve her state of bliss. I felt my own building and pulled out. Stopping it. There was still one more girl to take care of. I still needed to complete my challenge.  

Everyone mellowed. April and Veronica rolled over together. They shared a little giggle and helped each other up. Veronica looked at Nora, still bound and blindfolded.  

“Can we shower?” 

“Go. Nora and I aren’t done yet.”  

The cab dropped me off and I carried myself into the big house. Molly was sitting in the kitchen, almost like she was waiting for me, for someone. A genuine smile spread along her lips as she stood up. I approached slowly, noticing a stack of papers next to her.  

“Good Morning Molly.”  

“Tyler. I have your employee housing guidelines. Thank you for understanding.” 

“Of course. You deserve to be comfortable where you live. How are you liking it here so far?”  

“It’s fine. I’m looking at my own place but it’s so expensive. Might have to wait until summer. I haven’t seen Julie, so I’ve had the room to myself. It's quiet. I like it.”  

“Can I ask a favor of you?” 

Molly pressed her lips together and crossed her arms. She looked away from me, sighed and looked back. “Depends on what it is.” 

“Oscar likes to throw weekly parties. He’s been doing it for years and we’ve never had an issue. I’ll go through the guidelines, but would you be okay with us still doing that? You can come with us or just stay downstairs. It never gets too loud.” 

“I don’t drink.”  

“You wouldn’t have to.” 

“It’s against the rules.”  

“I won’t tell anyone.” 

“I will.”  

I grabbed a stapled stack of paper off the table and nodded. I shook my head as I walked away. I thought about a final word of, a few that start with ‘b’ and ‘c’ came to mind. It wouldn’t help. I stopped right before leaving the kitchen. 

“What time do you work today?” 

“It’s Sunday.”  

“So, you don’t?” 

“No.”  

Her arms stayed crossed like they were glued to her torso. We looked at each other for a moment. I was confounded by her attitude. Like she wanted to be mad at everyone here. I started to walk toward the stairs when her voice stopped me. 

“Does the hot tub work? I’m trying to think of something to do today.” 

“Uhh. I don’t know.” I walked away without waiting for her response. Maybe I should have stayed at Nora’s a little longer, or just gone to work early. Maybe it was broken; I don’t think I’d seen anyone use it yet.  

I almost didn’t see April’s face sticking out of her slightly ajar door. She flashed her eyes at me and gestured toward her room. I took a second to breath, smiled and stopped outside her door. She waved me in and hurriedly closed it behind her.  

“What’s going on April?” 

She had sat down on her bed, still in her pajamas. They fell loose against her skin, giving slight glimpses of her frame underneath. She looked everywhere but at me, then started speaking quickly.  

“When do I get initiated?” 

“When do you want to? Today, Oscar and Julie can probably help you out.” 

“They’re at work already. I got a call...” 

“From who?” 

“Stephanie. She wants to hang out today. She said I can be initiated at her place today.”  

“Then go. Sounds fun.” 

“Tomas isn’t on your team right?” 

“No... is that-” 

“I don't know. It seems that way. She keeps telling me that I’d be better off with them. You’re too focused on other things, you don’t even like me.” 

“Do you want to be with them?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t even know what I’m getting into. I’m scared Nora will transfer me if I did it.” 

“You’re in the game now. She doesn’t have as much power as you think. You can make your own decisions.” 

“I love Steph. She’s always been there for me; but Julie has turned into my best friend. I tell her everything, she tells me everything...”  

April kind of looked up at me slowly as she let the last words trickle out. She had been avoiding eye contact, until now. 

“Everything?” 

She just nodded. April groaned in frustration as she flopped back on her back. I couldn’t help but notice the little jiggle of her chest. She leaned up on an elbow and looked over at me. There was a small gap between the buttons that showed the slightest curve. She saw me looking at it. 

“Tyler. Up here.” Her fingers pulled my eyes up to her face. “Do you want me on your team? It is your team, right?” 

“I do April. It is. Let me call Os-” 

“Initiate me yourself. Or is that below our fearless leader?”  

“Is that a good idea? We don’t exac-” 

“Just fuck me, Tyler.” April started undoing the buttons on her shirt, letting it open and reveal her breasts. “Can you? Prove to me you want me here?” 

“Molly is in the kitchen. What if she hears us?” 

“I’ll be quiet.” 

“You won't.”  

“Arrogance isn’t flattering on you.” April’s finger traced along my thigh, her body inching closer with every word.  

“Then what is?” 

April’s head rested on my shoulder, her full hand stroking up my thigh now. “Honestly... when you’re mean to me. That look in your eyes. At first I was frustrated that you sucked at your job.” 

“Hey. That-” 

“You were really bad. Still kind of bad. Better. Maybe.”  

“I’ve never worked in a kit-” 

“It shows. But then I saw the look in your eyes when you made those dumb little comments.” April whipped her leg around and straddled me. “Your sexy little smirk when you saw my reaction...” 

Our bodies naturally pulled into each other, our lips seconds from connecting. Then a loud knock on the door. We both frowned, rolled our eyes and April yelled out.  

“Who is it?” 

“Molly.”  

“Can you come back later?  

“It won’t take long. Can I come in?” 

I shook my head aggressively at April. Her face twisted and fell flat. She buttoned her shirt and walked over to the door. She paused and mimed out a scream before opening the door just enough to stick her head out.  

“What?” 

“I have the guidelines for you. Can I ask you some questions?”  

“I want coffee. Let’s do it in the kitchen.”  

April shut the door behind her. I was left alone in her room. It was the first time I’d ever been here. I took in all the sights, beige to neutral colors all around. A small desk with a computer and books. A lot of books. I didn’t recognize any of the titles; I leafed through them until one caught my eye.  

‘Nice Girls Don’t Get the Corner Office’ It didn’t surprise me, if anything it explained her attitude. A perfectionist who wants to move up, scared being nice will lead to people walking all over her. I picked it up and turned through the pages. As I sat back on the bed I saw a book peak out from under her pillow. 

‘The Story of O’. I started reading it, not even realizing how much time was passing. Within two or three paragraphs the girl of the story was removing her undergarments, prepared to enter a house and listen to commands. I almost hit the ceiling as April walked back into the room. She had started going off on Molly before she saw me. 

“I’ve lived here for two years. Never have I met someone so hellbent on the rules. This dumb-” April stopped and saw what was in my hands. It was too late to hide anything. “Are you snooping in my room?” 

“Not snooping. Just curious. Is this porn?” 

“It’s not porn, it's a romance book.” 

“Where she takes off her panties and heads into a strange house?” 

“Oh, shut up Tyler. Why are you snooping in my room anyways?” 

“Curious.” 

April walked over and snatched the book from my hands. She tossed it on her desk and let her legs wrap around my waist again. “Can we do it now?” 

“What did Molly want?” 

“She showed me the guidelines. Asked a bunch of random questions. Why does she care who’s sleeping with who? Who parties the hardest, who to ‘watch out for’. It was invasive.”  

“What did you tell her?” 

April’s face was right next to mine. I could see the annoyance building in every twitch of her face. Her eyes rolled up and she turned her head toward the door. 

“Nothing really. Just tried to get her to shut up. Tyer. Can we stop talking and get to the initiating before we both have to go to work?”  

“Is sex all you want from me April?” 

She started to spin off me, “Maybe I’ll just go to Steph-” 

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into my lap. Our lips met and the tension exploded. My hands shot straight to her chest while our tongues fought like lunatics. I tried to rip open her shirt, hoping the buttons would all pop impressively as her breasts fell out. I broke at least two of them, clicking to the floor as our lips broke apart. 

“What the fuck Tyler.” Her hand slapped my shoulder and the whine in her voice sparked something inside of me. The book on her bed...  

I pulled her face to me with my fingers firmly gripping her jaw. I locked eyes with her momentarily and saw the slightest glimmer in her sea of blue before she couldn’t look any longer. I pushed her away from me and let my lips brush against her ear as I spoke. “If you’re going to be a bitch. Slap my face like you’ve done this before.”  

Her arm lifted and flung toward my face with a flat hand. I caught her wrist and watched the blue of her eyes start to disappear while her pupils dilated. She stared at me unblinking, seconds passing of complete silence while our eyes couldn’t be separated.  

*Thud, thud, thud.* 

“April? Have you seen Tyler? We have a new roommate moving in. I wanted to introduce you all and make him feel welcome.” 

We exhaled, maybe too loudly. April rolled her eyes and got off me. She removed her shirt and threw it in the hamper. I peeked at her little bounce while she searched for a new top. She threw on a hoody and went back to the door. I couldn’t hear the quiet conversation but April’s tone sounded familiar. I was glad I was on the other side of it now, let her take her pent-up anger out on someone else.  

She closed the door and spun around. “New guy gets here in like twenty minutes. Can you finish the job that quickly?” 

“No... tonight. Come over to Nora’s house with me. I have an idea and Molly won’t be listening on the other side of the door.” 

Her lips curled down for a moment as she stepped back to me. “What if I can’t wait that long?” 

“Then you won’t be any good at this game. Tonight, we can both go over after work. Trust me. You’ll love it.”  

“Ughhh... okay.” April’s arms crossed, and she plopped onto her bed while grabbing her book. She fiddled around in her nightstand and pulled out a small little wand vibrator. “You can leave then.” 

I didn’t move, picturing what she was about to do. She slid down her pants and kicked them to the floor. Her knees locked together and she gave me a look. “Are you going to leave?” 

I stood up and walked over next to her. A quick bend at my hips and I whispered one last sentence to her. “Think of me.”  

I didn't look back as I exited her room. A quick trot upstairs and I got dressed in work clothes. I’d say hello to the new guy then head off to work. I thought of Nora, whatever her plan may be; it would take a backseat to mine. I couldn’t wait. 

I waited in the kitchen with a glass of water. I’d say hello and get out of the door. I can bring Billy tonight too. Make Nora initiate him, while I initiate April. Maybe I could tie her up, make her watch me. Or blindfold her, not let her know who I fucked right in front of her. It would be fitting. She already did it to me. 

“He just pulled up. Where did you go? I didn’t see you in your room.” Molly bounded up the stairs and hurried to the front door.  

“Why are you tracking me?” 

“I wasn’t. I’m just trying to communicate with you. What’s your problem Tyler?”  

“Nothing.” I shook my head and followed her out of the front door. She opened the door of a black SUV that I suddenly recognized. Shit. Caleb stepped out and gave Molly a hug.  

“There’s my favorite HR admin. I only have a few suitcases; we can get them later. I can’t wait to meet the rest of the house.” Caleb led the way while Molly grabbed one of his bags. “Oh shit. Tyler? I didn’t know you lived here. We’re going to be roommates?” 

“You picked me up here... What happened to your apartment?” 

“It was a tiny little shack compared to this place. HR gave me the option to upgrade. Great right?” He had this big grin on his face. Acting like he had no idea what was going on. “Thanks Molly.”  

“You’re welcome. Glad I’ll have at least one roommate I can get along with.” She looked right at me and the joy was momentarily gone from her features. “Manager’s can follow rules.”  

The two of them walked past me into the house. I turned back and saw April wave with a fake smile and rush past them onto the front porch with me. She had her black server pants and that same hoody she just wore to... 

“He looks familiar. Where does he work?”  

“Caleb. Front desk. He’s in the game... Oil.”  

“Oh shit. The same on-” 

“Yes. Let's go.”  

“Molly seems to like him.” 

“If only she knew what he actually gets up to.”  

We walked to the bus station in silence. I was struggling to understand how this happened. He has worked here for months. Why would he move in now? Is this the game masters? Did Caleb orchestrate it to further torment me? I honestly didn’t care about his videos with Nora. She was a means to an end. I was more nervous having him around Julie... Marisol... April. I needed to initiate her tonight. I couldn’t let him do it.  

April and I didn’t talk much on the shuttle, waved goodbye as we parted for the locker rooms. Billy was there; he had a giant grin on his face as he saw me. 

“I love this game already bro.”  

“What do you mean? I was going to have Nora initiate you tonight.” I looked around the room and made sure we were alone before he answered. 

“Tory called me. I stopped by her place this morning. Jesus bro. She’s so fucking hot. I don’t care if she stopped after the video. That image of her on top of me will never leave my head.”  

“She’s not on my team. Shit. She initiated you?” 

“Yeah. She just told me to come over. I didn’t realize. She told me that night, she would initiate me. I thought you two were working together.” 

“Not anymore. Damnit Billy.”  

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m sure I can just switch it ov-” 

“No. Wait. This could be good for me... what did Tory say exactly?”  

Billy and I were interrupted before he could answer. We gathered our things and reported to our stations. We set up the line, but with George and Juan with us we tried to refrain from talks of the game. April stopped by and saw the two of us. She smiled warmly and leaned over the counter. 

“Are you being initiated tonight too?” 

“No. Already did. Long story.” 

Veronica had snuck up behind April and rested her arm around her shoulder. She looked at me like a wounded puppy and frowned before she spoke to me. 

“How are you holding up? Rough morning?” 

“Best day of my life.”  

“Sure Ty. And you Mr. Billy. Need someone to... help you out?”  

“No, I’m good.” He smiled at her and shot me a brow raise.  

“No fun. Some day...” Veronica winked at us she pulled April along with her. She stopped and turned back to me. “Oh Tyler. Nora wants to see you in her office.”  

“Isn’t she off today?” 

“I don’t know man. I just do what I’m told.”  

Billy slapped my back and told me he would cover. Take my time and enjoy. He was a good dude, I really hoped he could handle this. I’m starting to feel like the game hasn’t even really started yet.  

I knocked on the door and opened it. I stepped in and found Nora sitting behind her desk in casual clothes. Standing awkwardly to her right was a dark-skinned woman. She was tall and slender, wearing her front desk uniform. She was looking down at her feet. A glimpse of her brown eyes as she looked up at me; she shot a quick glance away as we made eye contact. Her chin was round, a small circular face. She was pretty, a shy smile she didn’t want me to see.  

“Tyler. This is Mia. She’s up for initiation and wants it to be you. This is your surprise.”  

Mia stook her hand out and couldn’t hide her wide smile any longer. Bright white teeth showed behind her full lips; a beautiful contrast.  

“Nice to meet you.” She took a step back and stood at attention while looking back to the red head behind the desk.  

“Didn’t you get nominated by Jacky?” 

“And her husband. I don’t know if they’re the right fit for me. This game sounds intriguing to say the least.” 

“Don’t be shy Mia darling. Tell him why.” 

“I saw a video of you. With Jacky... she had it on her bedroom TV right before nominating me. We were waiting for Nico when she turned on the TV. You were with her in some office, her husband watching...” Mia took a step toward me. “I want that.” 

“She let it slip out to Julie. Julie called me. Told me to set something up with you two.” Nora stood and walked between us. She grabbed a hand from each of us and pushed us together. “It doesn't make up for Jen, but it's a start. Right Tyler?”  

“Welcome to team Cane.”  

Our hands interlocked, our bodies being pushed together by Nora. Our lips connected and loud exhales from our nostrils made the kiss feel urgent. Like we were on a timeline. I pulled at her jacket, quickly dropping it. She pulled her shirt up and untucked it. In a rush our hands were on each others groins. Our breath hot between kisses. It was instant chemistry.  

She pulled down her pants and bent over the desk. One last push from Nora and my pants were around my ankles, my throbbing erection pressing at the dark wet lips in front of me. One little push and I felt her warm embrace and heard a quiet rumble of her vocal cords.  

BANG. BANG. BANG.  

Nora’s office door flung open. In stepped Jacquelin. She was stunning in her tailored suit. Something about her hard stare excited me. It didn’t last long. 

“What the fuck Tyler. Mia get your fucking clothes on and get back to work. Nora. You... Don’t get two of my favorite players fired because you think you’re untouchable. You’re not. Gavin is long gone.” 

Mia and I scrambled as I felt the deep red in my face. Jacky continued her verbal assault as she stepped in and shut the door.  

“I expect better of you Tyler. I’m surprised Tory never warned you about doing it at work. Ask her about it sometime. When she doesn’t hate you any longer. God this fucking game. If it was any other director on property the three of you would be fired. Out of the game. I almost wish it would have happened.”  

Mia tried to compose herself and slunk out of the door behind Jacky. She turned to leave but stopped for one last word. 

“She’s the reason I left Tyler. Don’t ruin any chance you have at winning this thing by associating with her. Stay far away.”  

Jacky slammed the door behind her. Leaving Nora and I alone together in her office. Nora looked at me like she had seen a ghost. Her cheeks were darkening further than the red of her hair. I pulled up my pants and felt my face tighten as I looked at her. 

Previous Parts

“Ours.”  

Jessica basically skipped down the hall. She popped the door open and held it for the rest of us. I followed in behind the couple; all our eyes dashed back and forth. Wandering smiles, an extra swish in the hips. It had been building since our second round of mimosas. Bubbling out of us in shared giggles and lingering looks.  

Once the door closed behind us, Jessica didn’t wait for anything. She pushed me onto the large king-sized bed and began tearing at my pants. Josh and Danielle took up spots on the other side. We were close, but still far enough to be in our own bubbles. Jessica took my growing erection into her mouth and worked quickly to bring it to attention. 

I had her hair together in my hand, not forcing any movement, just noticed and enjoying each bob of her head. The little flicks at my tip before she took it back down her throat. A loud pop every time she let go of it, like the sound was fun for her. She had this wicked little grin every time she took it out; smeared the large round ridges across her cheeks, between her lips, then back down until there was nothing left. 

My wife didn’t give me head very often. It has been more common lately while we were on our adventurous streak. Still, it never lasted very long, very rarely to completion. This early afternoon was an occurrence I wasn’t going to stop. She could be on her knees for the next few hours and I wouldn’t lift her. Her tongue was swirling around my cock like it never had before.  

She was working her hand in unison, suctions from her lips, spinning tongue along the edges of my head. It was unreal. The best head I’d ever received. I never wanted it to end. I closed my eyes, let my hands rest behind me, and enjoyed the gags and slurps filling the room.  

A quick turn of my neck and I saw Josh flat on his back; Danielle was lying flat while taking her husband’s dick in her mouth. It was a chorus of wonderfully slick sounds. Josh groaned. I copied him. Jessica took my entire length and held it as deep as she could. It forced an even louder moan from my lips. More sexual.  

She pulled out with a heavy gasp, little giggle then back down again. She held it until she couldn’t any longer and let out a visceral gag that carried for a few seconds. 

“Damn Jess; making me jealous over there.” 

Josh laughed it out, a soft slap from his wife, and it seemed the competition was on. I turned to watch for a moment. Danielle was moving her head quickly; delicious sloppy sounds started to grow louder than the grunts from her husband. Jessica began moaning on my cock and I felt the need to be a little louder. 

Josh came first; his voice raised in pitch, then fell into a low deep moan. Danielle’s happy voice chuckled while still clearly full of her husband. Jessica didn't stop, she almost seemed to go into overdrive. Faster, deeper movements trying to bring me over the edge.  

I turned to look at our friends again, they were perched on their elbows just watching us. I turned back to my diligent wife who was focused and determined to make me finish. Her hands stroked furiously as she pulled her lips from my shaft and caught her breath. 

I rubbed my thumb over her lips, playfully slapped across her face, and pointed down with my lips. She took it again; I gripped her hair and rode her movements until I felt my balls begin to tighten. My breath struggled to stay in my lungs, forcing out little gasps and exhales.  

The feeling crept up toward the end of my length. Forcing my abs to contract, a shuddering groan that nearly sounded like a chuckle. It was coming. Jessica was bringing me there. I felt Danielle’s hand touch the top of mine that had been resting behind me. I squeezed it, closed my eyes and tried to stop my hips from jumping off the bed.  

Pulse after pulse shot into my wife’s mouth. Her eyes opened wide, her cheeks puffed out, and she finally let go and swallowed. A few heavy breaths and she took me again. It was too sensitive, it almost hurt, but she kept going. She forced noises out of me I didn’t even know I could produce. It wasn’t masculine; it was soft, uncertain. My voice pitched an octave; I groaned and pulled her head from my lap.  

Jessica licked her lips, smirked at me and laughed quietly to herself. My face was expressionless, like I was staring through her. I couldn’t believe her, so sexy with my cum still in the corner of her mouth. She used her index finger to drag it across, then sucked it off.  

My wife stood, not waiting for suggestions. She quickly lost her pants and jumped onto the bed. She laid right beside Josh, but her eyes were stuck on me. Her knees lifted, her legs spread, and a finger pointed between her thighs. My turn. 

I army crawled up to her and ripped off her little see through black panties. A slow lick from her upper thigh dragged down toward her knee. I kissed back up, along her waist then back down her other leg. A heavy breath right into her glistening lips, and I could smell that heavenly scent radiating with the heat coming out of my mouth.  

My tongue split her; I tasted her wetness already pooling up. I loved her taste, loved the way she moved under the touch of my tongue. Her hands gently ran through my hair, tracing down my jaw line. Then that line was crossed, and her grip tightened, pushed, and shoved.  

Josh and Danielle ended up in a similar position next to us, Danielle joining my wife at the head of the bed. Josh’s head was buried under her dress, and the race was on again. My tongue hadn’t stopped working, only slowed as I watched our friends get near to us. I settled into the steady pace of passing my tongue between each of her folds. Teasing her little button but not giving it my full attention just yet.  

My wife pressed her lips together and created this decadent little rumble. Her hands were massaging my scalp, gently pulling on my hair. Each flick on her pearl opened her mouth and produced a light vocal breath. I stacked one on the other, smaller gaps between each tease of her clit. Her breathing became deep and consistent, a whisper of a whimper tickling out of her.  

Danielle’s voice grew, but I wasn’t concerned with hers. My passion for my wife was beginning to become all I cared about. Something happened at the club, all the eyes watching us, staring, wanting their turn. It just made me want to keep her all to myself even more.  

The wonderful taste from Jessica’s warmth seemed to pour out of her. Her breaths were replaced by heavy groans; her hands refused to let go of the firm grip in my hair. I felt her thighs clap against my face, twitching, trying not to close but not allowing them to stay open. 

I followed my normal strategy. As soon as her first orgasm begins, I push my fingers inside and curl them while keeping my tongue flicking in a fast, frantic motions. It chains them so close together she doesn’t even get a chance to catch her breath. It usually ends in delicious shrieks of desire.  

The noises she made this time were almost gloating. A little laugh creeping before a big moan, hanging out after with her little giggly whimpers.  

“Ohhhhhh shit Johnny... Yes... Two already...”  

“Already?” Danielle whined with short breaths. “Let me borrow your husband’s tongue, just for a bit.”  

“I think I’ll keep him all to myself today.” Jessica laughed. Her hand pulled me in with my hair, lifting me in for a wet, sloppy kiss. I flashed a half sorry smile at Dani, then turned back to my wife and let my head tease at her soaked entrance.  

We kissed, let our tongues dip, lick and swirl in each other’s mouths. My length was running along her lips, sliding up her abs and back down until it aligned and slid in effortlessly. We didn’t move our focus; just let our hips connect mindlessly while our tongues continued their dance. 

Danielle came. A loud announcement followed by her own cries for her husband’s shaft. The two women seemed to get louder than the other, going back and forth until they were both screaming. Our effortless thrusts into each other turned into more desperate slams broken up by a pause while fully inserted. Heavy breathing, a loud cry, then more needy motions.  

Jessica’s eyes opened, her forehead rested on mine, and she smirked. She shoved me backward, reinserted herself and began riding me like she could see the finish line nearing. The bed was creaking and settling into a rhythmic bounce. The motions between both couples seemed to sync, the bed creasing down and rebounding with both of our movements.  

My hands covered my wife’s chest, ran along her tight frame, then gripped around her hips. A burning passion was forcing a smirk out of me, a firm grip around her hips, and I started pushing from below. Hard slams that made her entire body shake. She ran her hands through her own hair and lifted it above her head. She was incredibly sexy, putting on a show for me. Her wicked smile shot down at me, making sure I was enjoying the view.  

She grabbed my wrists, pushed them above my head and used my chest for leverage as she twerked on my cock. I’d completely lost sight of the couple next to us, so focused on my wife and the show she was putting on.  

I pushed her arms to the side, wrapped mine around her into a big bear hug. Our chests were together, our mouths moaning into each other's ears. My upward thrusts began again, harder this time, the end of the tunnel coming into view.  

Jessica flooded me, her voice cracked, and she began to lose control. I tried to release at the same time, using every muscle in my core to keep the pumps moving fast. Jessica pleaded for more, for it to never end. I did everything in my power to keep going; felt her walls clenching around me. It became too much. I roared into her ear, told her to take it and unleashed everything inside of me.  

Our bodies continued to shake; but I refused to let go of her. Holding her tight, feeling the heat from her body, the warmth of my release trickling down my shaft. As we settled, Danielle’s moans became more apparent. Her and Josh were still going, louder, more violent shaking of the bed. It stopped all at once, exploded for seconds, then the room began to fall silent. No more movement, no words, no sounds.  

I kind of stole a peek over, they were in a similar position to us. Josh on top of Danielle, their arms wrapped around each other. We all laid there for minutes, enjoying the peaceful afterglow.  

Jessica leaned up, laughed and spoke quietly. “Do you guys want to join us in the shower?” 

“Maybe later... we might go for round two.” Danielle answered, but her gaze didn’t leave her husband.  

I followed my wife into the bathroom; we turned on the steam and sighed deeply as the hot water started pelting our sweaty skin. We chuckled together, kissed and washed ourselves. It felt like we were nervous to talk, to say the things we were feeling. Jessica started. 

“What do you want tonight?” 

“You.” 

Her hand slapped my chest. “Is that all? Are you okay with just having me?”  

“I never needed anything more... maybe I wanted more, to try it, to experience someone different. But all it’s doing is driving me closer to you.”  

“So you don’t want to swap at all tonight? With Dani and Josh?” 

“I just want you. After that first night, everyone staring at me. The only person I really saw was you. I knew in that moment, I never needed to swap again. I don’t know... maybe we still can. But not tonight. Not with random people from a club.”  

“Josh and Danielle aren’t random.” 

“Another time. I just want to b-line for a room, make you orgasm so many times you can't walk. Make every girl in that place jealous, then carry you home.” 

“I like that...” Jessica turned away, washed the soap from her body and spun back to me. “That night, when you came rushing toward me like I was the only girl in the world... I love you, you know. So much.” 

“I love you too.”  

The little romance was broken up; Danielle’s screams started making their way into the bathroom. We both just laughed and kissed.  

“Do you want to go watch?” Jessica smirked. 

“Just watch?” 

“Yes.” She shrugged. “Together.”  

Previous Parts

“That’s not the Tyler that fucked the English out of me.”  

A slim pair of hands draped over my shoulders. They pressed down on my chest as I heard the sexy rasp of Marisol. It was quiet, whispered into the ear that she was now sucking on. I felt the pressure return into my lap, that extra lift as it didn’t fall as far out of Nora's mouth.  

“You only need to focus on my voice. Don’t worry about the rest of the room, imagine my tight lips refusing to let go of you. Focus on my ass bouncing with every thrust.” She switched to Spanish and I felt the twitch of my length in Nora’s mouth. “Escúchame solo a mí, papi… solo esta voz sexy en español metida en tu oído.” 

I didn’t know what it meant but it drove me crazy. I needed to learn Spanish. I reached forward and gripped Nora’s thighs and ripped them toward me. Her legs fell open willingly; her eyes closed as she rested back by Jen. I didn’t even stop to check on them. The moans from Cat and Steph were louder than the blonde next to me.  

I slid deep into Nora’s embrace. I pushed it all the way in and crawled up closer to her. I gathered her legs and placed them on the shoulder opposite of Marisol’s teasing tongue still in my ear. One more movement forward from my knees and Nora’s back started to lift in the air. I left it buried inside, just to let her feel it fill her. Feel it throb against her tight walls.  

Slowly sliding backward, I removed my cock. The head slapped against her skin, her eyes finally gave me her attention. She smiled lazily and I pushed in quickly while tightening my face. Nora winced, then raised a brow. I stopped halfway and immediately withdrew. 

Nora’s mouth was opened subtly, her eyes pleaded downward trying to conduct my next movement. I inserted an inch, slowly increased to another; then pulled it out. Nora groaned and exhaled heavily. Marisol’s soft words in my ear were like the little red devil on my shoulder.   

“She doesn’t deserve that fucking thing... she should be begging. Make her beg jefe.” Her little laugh vibrated into my ear. “I’d be begging, begging to soak that giant in my cum.”  

I didn't move. 

“Tyler. Please. Fuck me. Please.”  

The slightest tremble came out of the last note. Her eyes were shining bright blue, pleading for me to give in. I wasn’t ready for it. I didn’t want it. I wanted Marisol. Fuck Nora.  

I twisted and looked deep into Marisol’s brown eyes. They were sparkling, with confidence, lust, desire. It didn’t matter. I needed her. I didn’t whisper or try to hide it. I let the loud booming voice come out of me as deep as I could growl.  

“Get on top of Nora.”  

One last bite of my ear and her giggle trailed off. She climbed face down on top of her. She bit Nora's lip and broke it off with a laugh. Her hips were steadily shaking in front of me. The gentle ripple in her cheeks felt like an invitation. I grabbed them, pushing them wide and watching her holes spread and close with each shove of my overflowing grip.  

Marisol looked back at me over her shoulder. She bit her lip again and just waited. My length was resting between her cheeks up onto her lower back. I let it slide all the way back, the bottom of my tip catching on her soaked lips. With a slight push, I entered her. I knew I made the right decision.  

For the first time tonight, I felt the air soften in my lungs.  

My hips began a happy swinging motion as the rest of the room faded away. I started soft, shallow and quick, slowing my pace to reach long deep strokes. Marisol let an arrogant little whimper out as she looked around the room. I watched her make eye contact with Jen. She let it linger, then dropped her face to kiss Nora again. Her eyes didn’t close, she was staring at Jen, kissing Nora and taking me from behind.  

CRACK. CRACK.  

She didn’t break eye contact with the cute blonde girl. Jen was still taking Caleb’s dick, forcing out moans. I wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying. All that occupied my mind was the tempo in my head; it’s planned increase, and the sensations stemming from the tight pussy. The sounds she would be making, heavenly chaos.   

Marisol twisted her neck back at me, her eyes softening in the low warm light. I pulled out entirely and slammed back inside. Each slam brought my entire length out and back in one motion. Each thrust increasing in speed. SLAM...... SLAM.... SLAM.. SLAM.. SLAM.. SLAM. 

“Harder Jefe.” 

My tempo had reached full speed and Marisol's face melted. Her lip sucked under her teeth, and she let out a loud cry that carried into a high note. I stopped mid stroke and let my shaft fill her entirely. Three consecutive bombs. Out. In. Then back to full speed.  

Stephanie had crawled up to Nora, their heads resting right next to each other. It was like Nora wasn’t there; like Stephanie wanted a front row seat to Marisols’ face. She didn't stop looking at her, even as her body started bucking. Marisol struggled to hold herself up, her chest resting onto Nora’s.  

My hand moved into her hair, grasped close to her skull, and pulled her head up. She screamed, a loud stream of curses. She announced her first orgasm and the temperature of the room changed. Tomas had laid next to Stephanie; they appeared to be done. Cat and Hog were still fucking, but both of their eyes were on us. Caleb and Jen were done.   

The eyes on us should have made me weak again. But they didn’t, maybe the confidence from Marisol or the anger at my earlier struggles. I was just getting started. That invisible wall all guys face... was nonexistent.  

A brisk marathon pace. Constant deep deliveries in a consistent rhythm. Her ass was bouncing like perfectly timed waves on a beach. Each connection driving it up, away and back. It was a piece of art, the brief wink from her pucker, the audible wetness from each slide. All the passion I was missing earlier had come raging back.  

My breathing normalized as Marisol finally managed to bring her eyes back over her shoulder. Her cheeks were dark red, a tired expression kept alive by her crazy brown eyes piercing into me.  

She bit her lip to stifle a moan and dropped her head back down. I made eye contact with Stephanie, her hand moving slowly in my peripheral. It reached between Nora and Marisol’s hips and grazed my shaft still slamming into her friend.  

Stephanie smiled and Marisol started shaking again. Her face turned toward Steph and kissed her. I still hadn’t stopped, each glance around the room making me want to perform. To show off. To show how long I could go. All teams were represented, top competitors of the game. I could win this. 

Marisol pulled her lips from Steph and lost it. “Jefe… fuck… no puedo. I can’t hold it...  ay dios mío.” 

Her lips gushed, a warm flood around my cock. She got loud and never let her volume drop again. It pushed me further, harder, deeper, faster strokes. I was lost in the motions, trying to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It still wasn’t there, I couldn’t find it.  

Stephanie had gotten to her knees, her heavy breasts stealing my attention for a moment. Her voice found my ear, a sexy little whisper in a tone I’d never heard from her. 

“You’re so fucking hot right now. Please for the love of god. Fuck me. Fuck me like you’re fucking Mari right now. It’s my turn. It’s been my turn. I’ve wanted it since that first fucking party Tyler. Fucking give it to me.”  

My hand ran up her spine, past her neck and gripped the hair on the lower back of her head. I pulled her within inches of my eyes, then turned her ear to my mouth.  

“Then get on top of her. Show me the holes you want me to fuck.” 

I’d never seen her swing her leg so fast. Her feet rested on either side of Nora, her hands on Marisol’s back and her ass pushing back toward me eagerly. I spit on her, slapped my head on her cheeks, on her holes and plunged into her pussy. I regretted waiting so long as soon as she enveloped me. Her ass cheeks were two of the softest pillows I’d ever felt press into my hips. 

Stephanie groaned as I let her get accustomed to it. I felt the slick slip of my shaft and started pushing into sprinter territory. I was ready. As soon as she came; I was chasing the high. The pleasure I felt build while slamming into Marisol, that suddenly intensified as I fucked Steph for the first time.  

Marisol’s bouncing ass was a perfect symmetrical rhythm of waves. Steph’s was a chaotic storm of ripples. I never noticed how fat her ass really was. I noticed now. It rivaled Nora’s, maybe even had the edge. Her asshole kept staring at me, flashing every few thrusts between her skin. I sucked my thumb and pressed against it. Not entering, just circling like a shark.  

Stephanie whimpered out a desperate dragged out ‘yes.’ Her ass crashed into my hands, my hips crushing into hers. I didn’t mean to, maybe the force of our bodies. My thumb entered, briefly. The groan from below made me do it again, and again. My thumb was knuckle deep, my dick balls deep and Stephanie crumpled like paper.  

“Yes. YES. YEEESS... Right there... Mhm... Mhm... Mmmmmmm.”  

I felt it, the squeeze, the tight grip contracting. It finally pushed me there, to the point of no return. We came together, both of our throaty growls forcing their way out of our chests. My cock starting pulsing, pumping the bodacious backside full of hot cum. Stephanie begged for it, asked for it, thanked me for it. I can’t believe I’d waited so long to be with her. It was unbelievable.  

My lungs were desperate for air. The end of the race forced fatigue and lack of oxygen became very apparent. Stephanie rolled off, Marisol pouncing on top of her. It left Nora’s bare body the last at the bottom of the pile. I’d forgotten she was there. 

Her bright blue eyes we glossed over, her lips twitching in a slight grin. My dripping tip rested on her stomach, slowly softening as I caught my breath. I collapsed on top of her, wrapping my arms around her as my ear heard the beat of her heart. Her arms embraced me, held me tight. She whispered low, “I’m sorry.”  

That was it. Two words. I glanced at the two Latinas kissing slowly, Tomas behind them with ideas forming in his head. Caleb and Jen were gone, I didn’t even see their exit. Cat was sitting on Hogs lap, her chest facing the bed. Her body was insane. Model physique, a perfectly round chest sculped by some Italian god. She stuck up her palm and gave a little wave. I didn’t realize I was staring, at least she was smiling.  

I lifted off and stood at the end of the bed. The girls broke apart, as we all winded down and started cleaning up. I shook Tomas’ hand, hugged the girls and waved goodbye. Cat and Hog walked over, both of our semi-soft dicks were hanging. I tried to compare them, but they were eerily similar. It was just Nora, Cat, Hog and I left in the room.  

“I’m Bella, nice to finally meet you.” Her hand was outstretched; I took it and made sure my eyes didn’t drop below her neckline. “Maybe Tory was right about you.” She brushed past me, the back of her hand grazing my hips.  

“Slade. Still can’t believe you let go of Tory. Those Spanish girls look fun though. Send them my way if you ever get tired of them.” He pat my shoulder as he followed Bella. “See you around... Cane.”  

It all happened so fast. The night was suddenly a blur. I tried to process everything, even responding to them as they left seemed impossible. Nora’s hand rested on my shoulder, “Want to shower together?”  

I nodded and followed her down the stairs. We entered her room, then the bathroom. We stood awkwardly by the curtain as we waited for the water to heat up. Nora spoke softly. “I’m sorry for tonight. I did-”  

“It’s fine. I understand You an-” 

“No let me go first. Please.” I nodded and she continued. “I thought my feelings for him were gone. That I could use him. Help us. I think I’ve only made it worse.” 

“It’s okay; let’s just rest we ca-” 

“It’s not okay. Tyler tonight wasn’t all; the last few da-” 

“Let's shower, take some time and talk about it in the morning. It doesn’t have to be tonight. We’re tired, our hormones are ramped up... let’s shower and sleep.”  

She nodded and lowered her eyes as we entered the hot steam. We didn’t speak the rest of the night. It was only 15 minutes maybe, shower, brush our teeth, climb into bed. Neither of us put on clothes, as soon as we were under the covers our bodies embraced each other. A tight hug that made me drift off to sleep quickly.  

I woke up to a bright room. An illuminated backside of the sexy Irish girl. She turned and saw my smile from a sleepy face.  

“Morning. Stay there. I’ll be back in twenty.”  

I let my eyes close as she walked out the door. I slept again, a vivid dream of Tory. She was between Bella and Hog, all of them just out of reach. Nora’s gentle hand on my face woke me up again. Her succulent breasts rested just above a tray of breakfast. Toast, yogurt, bacon, fruit, and coffee. I let out a small chuckle.  

“What did I do to deserve this?” 

“You’re still here.” She smiled softly. “Can I talk while you eat?”  

I nodded and bit into the rich buttered toast. She looked away, took a breath and started speaking before bringing her face back to mine after the first sentence. 

“I know we were supposed to go first together. I planned to surprise Jen with Caleb; then when I came up, he wrapped the rope around me and said we could trade later. 

“I’ve been having sex with Caleb a lot the last few days. I didn’t really mean for it to happen, but there is... or was... I don’t know... something unfinished between us. We’ve flirted and dated since his first day in June. But as soon as the game started, he realized what it meant for him. He changed, was distant, we didn’t spend every night together anymore.”  

“Was he the one who was with you while I was blindfolded?” 

“Yes. It worked for both of our challenges; it made sense at the time.” 

“And now?” 

“I regret it. He didn’t say goodbye last night, he barely looked at me after he threw me aside for Jen. I fucked up. I’m sorry.” 

“We all do it. Could have been worse.” 

Nora bit her lip, toying with thoughts in her head. “Check your phone.” I pulled it up, there was a message from Oil before the rest of Sir and Ma'am's messages.  

Everyone 

‘Cane tried to steal Sugar from my team. Don’t be like Cane.’ - Oil 

[Nora in my bed, Caleb pounding her from behind.] - Oil 

[Me blindfolded and tied in the chair. Nora bent over right next to me, Caleb behind her.] - Oil 

[Nora in a bed I didn’t recognize. This video was longer. She was moaning words. ‘It’s better than Cane’s. I only want yours. Take me back.’] - Oil 

‘Trouble in paradise Cane? Lost Whip already. Can’t keep Whiskey. Couldn’t steal Sugar. Sapphire is in Bear’s bed now. Who is leaving your side next? You’re not cut out for this.’ - Oil 

I didn’t even look at the rest of the notifications. There were a lot. My stomach felt uneasy, anger forced my hands to grip the sheets. I looked over at Nora. She looked away. I wanted to yell at her, to punish her, to leave... I didn’t know what I wanted. But I saw opportunity. How did he even know about Julie and Oscar... she had only been sleeping in his bed recently. Did he see the sex-tape? I needed to focus on Nora before the team fully unraveled.  

“Do you still want to be on the team? Or are you done?”  

“I have nowhere else to go.” 

“Then make it up to me. Prove you have what it takes to get back to the top. To help me get to the top. We both put our trust in the wrong people. I can’t go back to Tory. You can’t go back to Caleb. Let’s figure it out.” Her faced softened, sliding closer to me on the bed. She leaned in to kiss me before I stopped her. “If you stay... you have a lot to make up for.”  

“I will. I know I will.” 

“Good.” I turned back to my phone, going over the rest of the notifications. Caleb’s challenge thrown like a gauntlet. Failed personal challenge. I needed to strike back, somehow. I wish my meeting with Tory was this week. Nora cuddled up under my arm and read along with me.  

 

Sir-Ma'am-Cane 

‘Your Personal Challenge has failed.’ - Sir 

‘New Personal Challenge: Respond to Oil. Points awarded based on results.’ - Ma’am 

‘10 Points have been awarded for group orgy challenge.’ - Sir 

‘Your point total is now: 175. You are in 2^(nd) place.’ - Sir  

Everyone 

‘Meet your nominees. You have 24 hours to initiate them onto your team. Failure to do so will result in the nominee being replaced.’ - Ma’am 

[The video of Julie between April’s legs.] - Ma’am 

[Marisol riding Billy.] - Ma’am 

[A video of a Carribean girl on her back, round perky chest covered by a bra. She was announced as ‘Mia’ nominated by Nico. She looked bored.] - Ma’am 

[Another girl I didn’t recognize. Slender, black hair, blue eyes. It looked like Hog with her. Her name was Rachel.] - Ma’am 

[George behind Valery while Tomas was in front of her.] - Ma’am 

[Tory riding some guy. He was nominated as Tom.] - Ma’am 

[A picture of an older woman. I recognized her as the Concierge manager.] - Welcome back to Muse. Muse will not be initiated. She joins team Queen.’ - Ma’am 

‘Saturday Night Challenge: Points have been awarded.’ - Ma’am 

‘Queen has left Team Cane and formed a new team. Team Queen: Queen, Bush, Muse, Guy, Driver.’ - Ma’am 

It was a lot to process. I needed a plan. To publicly humiliate Caleb. Nora knew him, maybe she knew how to get under his skin. Someone needs to initiate April, and Billy. I didn't know any of the other nominees but George. I wasn’t even going to try and steal him from Valery. I probably don’t want any more enemies right now. I tried to block the video of Tory. I didn’t need to see it.  

“What’s your personal challenge?”  

Nora pulled her phone out and handed it to me. “No more secrets. Go through it if you want.”  

I scrolled up and found her previous challenge. I wanted to go back further, a gut feeling said I shouldn’t. 

Sir-Ma'am-Whiskey 

'10 points have been awarded for King of the Hill.’ - Sir 

‘Your point total is now: 100. You are in the top 5.’ - Sir 

‘New Personal Challenge: Have sex with Oil in front of Cane. - 25 points.’ - Ma’am 

~Next Day~ 

‘Personal Challenge Complete. 25 points awarded.’ - Sir 

‘Your Point Total is now: 125. You are in 3^(rd) place.’ - Sir 

~Today~ 

‘10 Points have been awarded for group orgy challenge.’ - Sir 

‘Your point total is now: 135. You are in the top 5.’ - Sir 

‘New Personal Challenge: Pick one. Cane or Oil. Send proof to Everyone. -10 points.’ 

“So how are you going to earn forgiveness?”  

Nora nestled up to me and started kissing my neck. I lifted her chin, bringing our eyes together. 

“Do you work today?” 

“No.” 

“Come up with your answer by tonight. Think of a way for me to hurt Caleb; really hurt him. Surprise me.” I stood up and put my clothes on. Nora offered to drive me home. I declined. I needed time to think. Alone. 

Previous Part

That’s all I really saw. The deep brown of my wife’s eyes. Almost black in the dark room. A sharp curl of her lips on one side. Josh had stopped fucking my wife. The other gentlemen had stopped fucking Danielle. Everyone's eyes darted between me and my new acquaintance.  

I stepped toward my wife. Two long strides and Josh was getting out of the way. He had a big smile on his face. A slap of my shoulder as he let me pass. I don’t even know where he went. What he did next. The only thing occupying my mind was the burning look of desire that hadn’t left my wife’s face.  

I was rock solid below the belt. Heart beating loudly against my ribs. Pulse making its way to my ears. My hands almost moved by themself. Gripped Jessica’s dainty little calves. Pushed them high into the sky. Slid in my entire length in one slow movement. A motion I thought would calm me; re-center me. It just poured gasoline all over my little exhibitionist kink that was growing ever more apparent.  

I was lost in my own brain-numbing strokes. My wife’s delicious twists of her face a faraway painting I was trying to admire through the tunnel of pleasure that was enclosing around my sight. I couldn’t focus on the sounds. Too many starting to blend together. It was easier to let them all fade into one constant ring. Only broken by the steady slaps of skin that only seemed to come from us.  

I closed my eyes, gripped my wife’s legs tight to my chest and disappeared. Into my own world of bliss. The bed springs creaked. The music was a distant thump, thump. The stench of sweaty bodies exerting themselves finally crept into my nose. A natural smell that didn’t hinder my pace. Nothing could have.  

I felt the burn in my thighs first. My core slowly started to cramp. Sweat beaded off my brow. My wife’s legs hot in my grip. I finally let out a low type of throaty groan. My body started to acknowledge the sensations working their way out of every crack and crease. The ringing had started to fade. My wife’s voice trying to bring me back to the land of the living.  

The words were coming out. They were words I had known. Words she has said before. Yet I didn’t understand them. I couldn’t focus on them. I didn’t want them. I wanted her noises to match the mess inside my head. For her to scream. To act like a possessed demon in front of all these potential matches. Of these men. Watching. Wanting their turn.  

Jessica’s first orgasm pulled me back to reality. The blending sounds seemed to quiet as she exploded. A single harmonious tune standing over the rest. Her hands gripped the sheets underneath her. Her jaw clenched tightly as her head whipped back; looked up at me; then crashed down again.  

I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. My own release was not only unimportant... it was distant. I wasn’t near. I wasn’t even sure I could finish. But that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to keep taking her. Taking her until they turned the lights on and told us to go home.  

“Johnny... Jesus Johnny I’m going again... Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”  

It only fueled me more. I didn’t need to change positions. The ache in my muscles was mellowing into a quiet strain. My body was running on pure adrenaline. I felt like I was fucking my way through a marathon. Every thrust pulling me closer to the distant finish line. 

“Choke me baby... While I... come... on... that...” 

My hand gripped her throat. Firm pressure on each side. Careful not to obstruct her airway. She loved it. Gripped my wrist with both of her hands. She couldn’t have pulled it away if she tried. Her smile was broken by a sharp whine. Her eyes closed and she let the shakes work their way through her frame.  

The thundering of our bodies was starting to draw more eyes. I felt it. Like nobody else in the room was doing anything but watching my wife and I do something we had done hundreds of times before.  

A warm flood dampened my groin. The sounds of slapping sprinkled with slick claps of our soaked shapes. I didn’t change the rhythm. A perfect thud every second. One Mississippi. Another. Two Mississippi. Another. Each connection drawing a different reaction from my wife. Losing control, falling deeper into a spiral of desperate whimpers.  

“Holy.... FUCK BABY... Three... fucking three... how... I can’t... shit. Baby. It. Feels. So. Fucking. Goooooood.” 

I watched her face morph into an unrecognizable puddle of bliss. The settling of her chest, soft little points still swaying with our motions. I felt my body winding down. I felt how heavy the breath was in my lungs.  

Like letting off the gas and just coasting. Our bodies had lost the ability to perform but didn't want it to end. I hadn’t even reached my climax, but it had been better. Better than almost any sex we had ever had.  

As our hips finally slowed to a standstill, I fell on top of my wife’s naked body and kissed her. Soft. Gentle. Our tongues barely moving in each other’s mouths. Just two little rabbits playing in a field.  

If anyone commented on what they just watched, I hadn’t noticed. The ringing in my ears still there. Still loud. I was focused on so many other things than the strangers around us. Slowly starting to make their own sounds. Maybe they never stopped. It just started to register.  

We lifted off the bed. Shaking out our bodies. Letting our eyes adjust and reacquaint us with our surroundings. Danielle was next to Jess. A few feet to her right. A new guy between her legs making those big, beautiful breasts bounce and bubble around her bodacious frame.  

Josh was on the chaise with my previous friend. She was being played with at both ends by her partner and Him. There was another couple further away on another bed. Kissing and groping with their clothes still on. One last couple in the doorway, just leaning and watching. No kissing or touching. Their smiles were wide, eyes glowing in the blue lights. They were staring right at my wife and me. 

Jessica didn’t even notice. When I looked back to check on her; she was glued to me. A silly smirk from our early days. I whispered into her ear; asking if she saw them looking at us. She responded, soft, airy voice. 

“Everyone is. But not at us... at you.” 

We kissed again. My erection had faded; the adrenaline subsided. Even if I hadn’t finished... I thought I was done. Ready to go. To move on. They weren’t staring at me. They were staring at my gorgeous wife having multiple orgasms. Not me. 

I stood and gathered my clothes. My phone in a locker; no watch. I was lost at what time it was, how long we had been here. I latched my belt and tossed my shirt on without buttoning it. Jessica had slipped her dress back on and followed me out of the room. We should have said something to Dani and Josh; I’m sure they understood. 

We walked through the club, loud music making it impossible to find a quiet, private place. Almost like she was still inside my head, Jess pointed her lips at the entrance. I nodded and we stepped outside. It was cool but not chilly. It still hit us like a wall of snow. The sweat and heat from the club a stark contrast to the parking lot.  

“Are you okay?” Jessica let it out as soon as we turned a corner. Like she had been waiting to ask since we finished.  

“Fantastic. Maybe a touch overwhelmed.” 

“I could feel it... Let’s catch our breath. I thought you were going to throw Josh across the room when you came barreling over.” 

“Really?” I actually laughed out loud. “I barely noticed him. I was so focused on you.” 

“You had this fire in your eyes. Nothing like I’d ever seen from you. Cold, strong killer.” She teased with a playful little punch of my shoulder. Then she hugged my arm and snuggled a little closer.  

“It didn’t feel like that. I don’t know. I just saw you. Felt my other head screaming at me to go take you. I think I gave up control to it for the first time in my life.” 

“And it chose me instead of the fox you made cum so hard she fell off the chair?” 

“It always chooses you.” 

A couple walked by, a lighter and pack of cigarettes in their hand. Jessica perked up, lifted her hand and asked them for two. They were super nice, gave us a pair and lit them for us before continuing on. 

“You don’t smoke?” 

Jessica just shrugged. “Seems fitting to cap off our night.” 

“You’re done then? Don’t want to go back inside?” 

“Can we go get a greasy burger?” 

“I love you.”  

I couldn’t hide my smile as we finished our little death sticks. I couldn’t stand the smell, the taste, really anything to do with them. But tonight. It was perfect. Relaxing. A great end to our little experiment.  

We returned inside and checked on Josh and Danielle. They had finished up, sitting on the bed watching a different couple. The first couple had left; we offered to buy them a midnight snack. They declined, said they would meet us back at the hotel. We waved, grabbed our things from the lockers, and went out to call an uber.  

Jack in the box was all we could find. We grabbed a few burgers and went back to the room. We got our own separate from our hosts this time. We watched some movie, ate our terrible meal and fell asleep in each other’s arms.  

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We woke early, knocked on our friends’ door to see if they wanted to join us for breakfast. We found a little spot nearby and took our time getting ready and making it out there. We didn’t really have any plans for the day. Just waiting until the sun goes down to experiment even further.  

We sat down and ordered mimosas. Josh with a bloody mary. Greasy diner food is always my favorite after a long night out. After the drinks were dropped off Danielle’s devilish little smirk came leaking out.  

“The whole room was buzzing about you two after you left. Your friend was sad she didn’t get more from you Johnny.” 

“She seemed happy between Josh and her husband.” 

“Her lover...” Josh laughed and raised his glass toward me. We clinked as I waited for his laugh to fade. “Her husband is apparently very boring. But has sexy chest hair like mine.”  

“I never even got her name.”  

“Me either.”  

The table chuckled a little too loudly. Drawing eyes from nearby tables and a smirk from our server as they dropped our food off. We ate, ordered more drinks, and stumbled our way into the streets.  

The conversation kept drawing eyes from people passing by as we walked back to the hotel. Danielle getting loud and bubbly anytime she talked. Jessica was getting loud with her. The two of them downing a whole bottle of champagne with just a splash of orange juice.  

“So are you two going to fuck other people tonight or just put on another show?” 

“You should charge if you do that again. Heads kept popping into the door until you finished.” Josh’s tone almost carried a wisp of jealousy. “Our friend had to pinch me to keep playing with her. I kind of felt bad.”  

“She came plenty. I want that treatment tonight. Johnny’s tongue, then a wide variety of different shapes and sizes.”  

“Of men?” Jessica lifted a brow with a playful grin. 

“Of dicks.”  

“Oh my god Danielle.” We all laughed; Jessica maybe the hardest. “How many have you had in one night at a club like that?”  

“Six.” She ran her hands down her curves. “Men can’t get enough.”  

“Me either.” Josh hugged her from behind, his hands lifting and dropping the weight on her chest.  

The walk seemed to keep escalating. More touches. More teasing. More ‘jokes’ about playing with each other. By the time we made it back to our rooms, there wasn’t even a question of splitting up. Danielle kept it simple. 

“Your room or ours?”  

Previous Parts

I rolled over to find Nora's bright blue eyes staring into my own. Her forehead was creased, lips flat. She tried to smile but it came out forced. Her words were soft in the cold morning. 

“Good morning.” 

“Morning.” I tried to read her; she seemed upset at what happened the night prior. Even though her eyes never let go of mine. She sighed and leaned up, letting the blanket drop quickly before being wrapped over her chest. She held it there with one arm, the other barely holding her up.  

“Are you okay with last night?” 

“Yeah I think so. You could have just told me, if it’s for good points that seemed pretty easy.” 

“I know. I thought the surprise would be more fun.” 

“It wasn’t bad.” 

“I have an idea for your challenge. There has to be a party somewhere tonight, get Jen to go. You and Billy take her out, convince her to join us. I’ll take Caleb and his new girlfriend out for drinks to celebrate them. Talk about working together. I think it will work.”  

“Okay. What happens after we steal her? Can you keep Caleb from going full villain?”  

“Yes. We may have to help them with a challenge in return. It will work, trading favors back and forth is how I won. Just have to be the better negotiator.” She kissed me, winked and dropped the blankets. Searching for her shirt, she found it on the floor. An exaggerated bend at her hips to pick it up. The sudden rush down low made me remember her words from last night. 

I let my blankets slide down, revealing the morning wood resting along my abdomen. “Nora? I think you forgot something.”  

She snorted out of her nose and let her lips curl up in a cute little smile. “I’ve got to work soon, tonight. Come over after Jen.” 

I lifted it up and let it fall back to my body with a dull thud. I frowned and batted my eyelids at her. More laughter, but she just turned and walked toward the kitchen. I pulled out my phone to check the app, hoping for a team challenge to distract me from my plans for the night. I wasn’t upset about having to steal Jen away; I was more nervous about what she would be like on the team.  

Sir-Ma'am-Cane 

‘Your Personal Challenge: Steal a player from another team. - 25 points’ - Sir 

Everyone 

‘All new nominees have been received. 6 new members will be chosen and up for initiating starting at 8:00am tomorrow. You will have 24 hours to initiate your new team member.’ - Ma’am 

‘New Saturday Night Challenge: Submit a video of a mix-team orgy. 10 Points awarded to each person in video. More than two teams must be represented.’ - Ma’am 

Nora walked right past me with a bagel in hand. “I’m getting ready for work. Coffee is hot, I made a little bagel sandwich for you.” She took a bite and walked into the bathroom. I took an extra look at her legs as she walked by, no bottoms. She really didn’t like clothes.  

I poured a cup and found my little sandwich. Tomatoes, mozzarella and pesto on an everything bagel. It tasted even better than it looked and went down quickly. Nora returned in her suit before I had finished the coffee. She looked stunning. Flowing red hair, a perfect fit around her hips. The smallest amount of cleavage bulging under her white button-down. I was suddenly mad, maybe not mad, but upset. I didn’t get to play with her last night, wouldn’t this morning. Late tonight, after Jen. Maybe I could sneak one in her office with her.  

She parked in the driveway after a quiet car ride. We spoke a little about work and weekend plans. She offered to teach me to snowboard on her day off. Monday. I can’t believe I’d been here two weeks and still haven’t gone. We could do a half day before I went to work. It was something to look forward to.  

“Did you see the team challenge?” 

I nodded, feeling an excitement build inside of me. “Can we use your apartment?”  

“That’s what I was thinking. Bring Jen. Scrap the other plan. I’ll invite Caleb, maybe another team. We can use it to recruit her.”  

“Billy, Marisol and Stephanie too. We can ask the girls to bring some of their connections.” 

A smile cracked her red lips. “Good. I get first turn with you.” Nora’s eyes lingered a few seconds before I heard the door lock click. I kissed her briefly and went inside. The house was quiet; I planned to go check in with Marisol first. Make sure she can go tonight, then maybe take her up on her offer. 

I made it down the stairs and started walking toward her room. The other doors were closed, but there were no sounds of other people. Must be at work, or sleeping. I lightly tapped on Marisol’s door. A few quick footsteps bounced off the floor. The door creaked open an inch and Marisol’s nose poked through. When she saw it was me, she swung it open wide.  

She was standing naked in front of me with a wicked grin across her face. I looked up her body; gleaming with sweat. Her hair was a curly bird's nest, just past it on the bed I saw Stephanie in a similar state.  

“What’s up jefe?”  

“You two up for an orgy for the challenge tonight? Nora’s house?” 

“Do I finally get a turn with you?” Stephanie’s voice squeaked from the back of the room. She was kneeling up straight, a gorgeous sway to her chest.  

“Bring a few friends from other teams.” I leaned against the door frame and looked past Marisol. Our eye contact making Stephanie smile. “I’ll make sure we get a turn.”  

“Too bad we can’t do it now.” Marisol turned as she said it. “We both have work, should have come sooner...” they kissed and made their way to the bathroom. I returned up the stairs, popping into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.  

April was sitting at the table with a plate of breakfast. She said good morning and returned scrolling on her phone. I poured a cup and joined her.  

“Are you working tonight?” 

“I am but not till later. I’m closing. You?” 

“Regular shift. How’s it been?” 

“Fine. Dumb family stuff.” She kind of rolled her eyes and took a bite of food.  

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah.” She shrugged and didn’t fully look away from her screen.  

“Nice talking with you April.” I stood up and feigned a smile. Retreating up to my room with the hot beverage. I didn’t get her. We didn’t have to be friends, I guess. She didn’t have to tell me about her problems. Maybe be a little nicer though.  

I had a missed call from Jacky. I should call her back; I haven’t really seen her since the mansion. The team was getting so big; how do I make time for everyone. I dialed the number and she answered on the first ring. 

“Good Morning Tyler. I don’t have long; I just stepped into the office.” Her voice was rushed, not letting me get a word it. “I want you to hear it from me before it gets broadcast tomorrow. I’m forming my own team with Harriett and Nico. We’re making one last run together before calling it quits. Nothing against you, I hope we can still be friends.”  

“Of course. We’ll be here if you need anything, help with a challenge, or a party, anything.” 

“Thank you, Tyler. Take care of Julie; don’t let her leave your side.”  

I wished her well and we ended the call. It kind of stung, but it made sense. I started to focus on the team, losing Jacky and Nico and hopefully gaining Jen, April and Billy. We would be fine, still the biggest team. Make some allies, then start provoking Tory. Create the rivalry, give the master's some fuel. Tory’s next big plan. 

I took a nap before getting dressed and hurried off to work. I’d be working with Billy and Jen; George was training a new cook. Intern from Indonesia. I didn't catch his name. I went to stop by Nora’s office, but she was already gone for the day. I set my station and saw the serving team walk in. 

April, Stephanie, Veronica and another new intern. She was going to be bartending, serving and anything else they needed her to do. Veronica introduced her as Zoe. She just landed in from France. Her cheekbones were high, with an approachable grace to her appearance. Even speaking very little, she was likable. The European girl next door.  

She smiled softly as Veronica introduced us. A single strand of hair being tucked back neatly behind her ear. I noticed a subtle accent in some of her words. It was adorable.  

I tried to talk and flirt with the cute server group we had tonight, but it was too busy. Tickets started piling up; it was better than the last dumpster fire but not by much. Everyone stayed positive, April actually told us we were doing well at one point. Even though it was obvious we weren’t. The last ticket printed and we began closing down. Billy and I waved to the servers and headed to the locker room. On the walk out Billy and I met up with Jen. I offered to buy them both beers. 

“Whiskey would be better.” Jen chuckled as she plopped down in the back seat of the shuttle.  

“I know a place that has very good Irish whiskey. And it’s free.”  

“I can’t tonight; have to be somewhere early tomorrow. You two should still go.”  

“Why not just my place?” Jen flashed a smile at me and her eyes passed down the empty seat beside her. I moved seats and spoke in a quiet voice. 

“Did you see the new challenge? We have a few people coming over. We can have some fun and score some points.”  

“Why do I want to help you score points?” 

“You get points too. This is good for everyone there. We never did finish did we...” 

“I did. You didn’t. I wouldn’t mind a little reward on my face.” She leaned in closer to my ear. I felt my bulge tighten against my pants. Suddenly checking if anyone on the shuttle was paying attention to us. They were all pre-occupied with their phones. “Please.” 

“Only good girls get facials.”  

Billy chuckled as he hit my shoulder from across the isle. “I hope you have better lines than that.”  

“Oh, shut it. You should come with us. Plenty of girls there.”  

“Next time. Once I’m fully part of the team.”  

“Call me tomorrow, we will set something up with one of the girls.”  

The jokes continued as Billy drove us over to Nora’s. The three of us got along well, I was looking forward to the team’s momentum again. Gaining people, more points, better rewards soon hopefully.  

Jen and I awkwardly stood at Nora’s doorstep. We shared side-eye glances and concealed excitement. Nora opened the door and leaned in the frame. She let both of us slowly take in her tight red lingerie. It was darker than her hair, hugging tight to her pale skin. She crossed her arms and lifted her chest as my eyes finally made their way up to hers. 

“Are you going to stare all day or come unwrap your presents?”  

“Presents?” Jen looked over at me, then back to Nora.  

“I’ve got a surprise for you too, Jennifer. Come on in, it’s cold out here.”  

We followed her in and heard distant laughter from the loft. Nora led the way, a slap on the shoulder from Jen as my eyes were clearly not looking up. I couldn’t help but notice Nora’s ass, it was creasing perfectly with every step. The smallest jiggle as she stopped at the stairs and turned. 

“We may have gotten started without you. No clothes aloud upstairs.” Nora’s lips pointed at the ground as she fluttered her eyes. She not so subtly gazed all over my body as I started removing my shirt.  

Jen followed me, shedding her jacket, loose white shirt and stripping down her jeans. She stood next to me in her underwear, mismatching colors between the two pieces. She unclasped her bra and watched my reaction as it fell. Then stepped out of her panties and pressed her naked body against my chest.  

My hands grabbed her rear and we kissed. Soft at first, urgency increasing as our breath became loud out of our nostrils. My hand found her cheek while she pawed at my boxers and Nora’s calm voice fell over us like a calm summer breeze. 

“Take your time... I’ll be upstairs with the others.”  

We kissed a few moments, breaking apart and grinning into each other’s faces. Her finger tips were sending little waves of anticipation through me. I wanted to take her now, before even going up.  

“Do you want to come over to our team? Do this all the time?”  

“If you fuck me better than Caleb. Maybe.” 

“The bathroom doesn’t count?” 

“That wasn’t better. Maybe a little hotter.” Jen turned and walked up the stairs, not waiting for me to follow. I turned the corner and came up beside her, wrapping my arm around her hip as the scene in front of me forced a stop. 

Nora was on her knees. Caleb flinging rope around and tying it tight. Nora’s hands behind her back, a big knot stopping her from moving. She flashed a little frown before opening her mouth. So much for going first with her.  

Caleb was standing over her, his veiny shaft starting to slide in and out of her mouth. Marisol and Stephanie were on the bed with Tomas; the pair of Latinas both locked eyes with me. In the corner was another man in the same chair I was tied up in. It was Hog, the name made me hate him. How big could it be that his name is Hog. I couldn’t see it, in his lap was a tuft of black hair bobbing quickly.  

Tory? Unlikely. She wouldn’t get this close to me yet, would she? Too tanned for Tory. Jen grabbed my hand and pulled my frozen frame to the bed. I walked past Nora, her eyes following me. Almost as if to try and apologize. I guess I took too long with Jen downstairs.  

Jen laid on her back, her head still a few feet from the Spanish threesome rocking the bed springs. I pushed my face between her legs and immediately started tasting her warmth. She wanted it better than Caleb, and he was here. The soft moans and gags were quiet, everyone seemed to be focused on themselves. I felt the soft sheets in my hands, finding and exploring Jen’s firm little body. Her chest almost didn’t match her frame, spilling out of my hands as I cupped and massaged them.  

“FUCK.” Caleb’s dick came out of Nora’s mouth with a sudden pop. Followed by a throaty sigh from the redhead. Caleb picked her up and tossed her like a sack of flour. She crashed onto the bed and let out a roaring giggle. She glanced at me then back to Caleb. She lay on her left side looking at Jen and I while Caleb positioned himself behind her. He slid right in and began slamming his hips into her ass. I could feel the mattress rebounding from his movements, hear the gasps from Nora. There was something between them, a passion she didn’t have with me. A fire in her eyes that matched her hair. It made me lose focus. My tongue stuck in my mouth. 

“Fuck me, Tyler. Fuck me like that.” Jen motioned toward Nora with her lips. Her downward pointed brows begging me to take her. I stood at the edge of the bed and pulled her toward me. She was light, I could throw her like that. I could fuck her like that. I spit into my hand, rubbed it along my tip and pressed between her lips. Her eyes closed as she let out little purrs of approval.  

Nora was trying to restrain herself. A sudden stop to a drawn out whine, hiding her face while holding her breath; stopping all sound from leaving her. Until it cracked, a moan she lost control of. It carried, hung in the air and turned into a low ‘fffff’ before she cut it off again. Jen clenched around my shaft, like she was trying to get my attention back to her. The blur of white flesh to my left. Marisol’s sexy cadence praising Flacco’s cock. Stephanies words of encouragement toward the pair. Even the couple off by themselves in the corner was loud. The sexy voice I didn’t recognize begging for release. 

Caleb’s hips hadn’t stopped pumping. The loud clap of skin mixing with the other sex noises. There was a lot going on, almost 10 people in a small little room. Somehow Jen was the last thing on my mind. Nora’s face cracked; she tried to hide herself and let out a few words before Caleb’s motions cut her off. 

“I’m... already... fu-” 

I was still moving inside of Jen, her voice carrying a wisp of whimpers. She was tight around my length, letting out cute little whines. I looked over to the corner and saw the black-haired girl riding Hog. She was naked, a toned, tan, tattoo-less back bouncing on something thick.  

Marisol was riding Tomas, waves of Spanish flooding out of the trio. I recognized a few curse words, otherwise they could be saying anything. My eyes finally went back to Jen who had lost her blissful smile. Her eyes were wide, brows still pointed down, and lips slightly parted. Her stare up at me was blank, trying to force a smile.  

All around us was passion of different flavors. Yet I didn’t feel anything for Jen, even if I tried to force it. In the bathroom that first time; I wasn’t fucking her. She was just the one who checked on me. April got me riled up. Did I like April? How do I force myself to get over it, how do I win if I can't? 

“Mhm. Yess. Mhm.” Nora’s words were still stifled, coming out nasally and high-pitched. Her body started shaking and the muzzle was gone. She was in a restrained state of pleasure. Her body trying to break the rope that bound her; but only able to spasm in response. “I can’t stop it... oh fuck... again... oh sh-”  

Nora’s control dissipated. A thundering orgasm that brought everyone’s attention to her. For a moment, I wasn’t the only one awestruck. Caleb wasn’t fazed, his hips powering into Nora like he was trying to break her. 

Black hair flung backwards from the corner as I heard another orgasm crashing out of someone. Her head was back far enough for me to see her face. Cat. She was even more stunning in person. Perfect cheekbones, flawless smile, and a powerful scream leaving her lungs. Jen wasn’t that loud. She was barely audible at this point.  

A hand scratched at my abs and my attention once again lagged. I kept forgetting about the girl between my legs. It made me feel terrible. Who was I becoming? Jen’s cute, she’s nice, she doesn’t deserve this. I pushed into her quickly; the expression she tried to conceal imprinted onto me. I was screwing this up, performance problems. It felt like I was in the batter’s box again; knowing I was going to strike out before they even threw a pitch.  

A red-headed nuclear bomb went off beside me. It shook the mattress. Her squirming limbs being held down while Caleb continued to violently grant her every wish. He slapped her. The scream stopped, leaking out of her face in twisted expressions. Caleb’s hand wrapped around her neck and the scream resumed in a raspy announcement of her third orgasm. One of the girls to our right was shaking out a climax; yet I couldn’t look away from Nora. Three already. In like 10 minutes? Before I could recenter my focus to Jen, she spoke; but not to me.  

“Fuck me like that Caleb. Please.”  

As soon as he nodded, she rolled out from under me and scurried over to the other team captain. Caleb was inside of her quickly, a slow concentrated press of his palm as he started his motions.  

Nora’s eyes couldn’t even look up at me as she crawled over. Awakward with her limbs bound, she almost just flipped and rolled. Her face was neutral; unmoving. She took my length into her mouth and mindlessly sucked on it. It was growing soft; all of my desire was gone. Cat made sure everyone noticed, laying on her stomach on the last little unoccupied section of bed. Stealing all the attention in the room. 

“Let's get our group video before Miami boy over there calls it quits. Slade will take it. Right honey?”  

Did she notice? How could she notice all that from the other side of the room?  

“Of course.”  

Caleb hadn’t stopped with Jen; they could have been in their own world. I saw Slade lift his phone up and felt my face flush. Nora was still working on my shaft. If she had noticed its strength faltering, she didn’t say it. I gripped her hair in my hands and focused my stare at her head. I tried to hide the uncomfortable itch trying to crawl out of me. I thought I was doing well, not letting anyone else notice. But someone did. 

 

I could hear the bass thumping as we entered through the inconspicuous doors. I had to check with Josh we were in the right place. It almost looked like an office building from outside. A few steps in the door and it was obvious we were here. An ID check, explanation of rules and they let us in. A mysterious blue neon barely lit up the sea of beautiful people. Different varieties, all shapes, sizes, and backgrounds. Some in stunning dresses, others in skimpy lingerie, some with basically nothing. I felt out of place. Stepping into a world I didn’t know truly existed.  

I’d decided on some sleek grey slacks with a white silk shirt. I left a few buttons undone at the top. My wife did my hair, fresh shave, and some fancy cologne I hadn’t used since Jessica bought it for our last anniversary. The pulse in my ears started to deafen the music when Danielle’s hand gripped mine.  

“Are you okay?” 

Josh and Jessica were already off to the dance floor. We had pre-gamed in the little hotel a few minutes away. Just some vodka-cranberries and catching up on our most recent sexcapades. We had spent two days at their house, all the kids having a great time together before Josh’s mom came to watch them for the rest of the weekend.  

I don’t know why I expected only a few people to be there, it felt like a hundred. It was pulling the introvert out of me, I just needed a round of drinks. I’d settle in.  

“Yes. Thank you. A lot of people.”  

“It’s Friday, just wait until you see tomorrow night.”  

Her laugh seemed to calm me down; I assured everyone I was okay and watched my wife scamper off with our friends. They went to the dance floor, bumping and grinding together before I lost them in the crowd.  

I stood at a little cocktail round and checked the dance floor for glimpses of my wife. She wore a flowy little red dress. It didn’t seem like her style, low cut, tight around her waist. She rarely wore red. The bright red lipstick reserved for sexy role-playing. Her hair was recently cut. Short. Barely above her shoulders. A sexy new look for her. Fitting for the trip I suppose.  

Danielle was in a loose dress as well. She said they are more convenient for clubs. Hinting there was nothing underneath; I was waiting to find out for myself. Her curves were miraculously shown off every time she turned or danced just right.  

Her husband matched me. Slacks and a button down that he left completely undone. Showing off his curly black chest hair. He left his hair messy. Had a calm smile that never seemed to leave his face. The two of them fit in well here. 

I stood up and shook out some more nerves before heading off to join them. The girls faces lit up as I squeezed between a few couples. It smelled of strong perfumes, sweat and bad decisions all wrapped up into one musky nose full. Typical club smell I hadn’t experienced in ages.  

It was easy to forget as I got close to my wife. She and Danielle wore the same scent tonight. It circled around me as the two girls trapped me between them. My hands draped around my wife’s shoulders while Danielle’s ran down my hips.  

I laughed. A dumb grin forming between my cheeks as the two bodies sandwiched me into a fun little grind. Danielle pulled me toward her. I could feel her chest compressing into my back. Bigger than anyone’s in the friend group; I don’t think I’d ever actually touched them. The blood rushing below my belt reminded me why we were here tonight.  

Jessica basically begged them. Show us how they spend their weekends in the lifestyle. She wanted to decide if it was something she wanted, or if just playing with the occasional friends was enough. A deep part of me already knew the answer, knew how this weekend could drive her further into the horny mess Amber had noticed her becoming.  

It was too loud to speak. A couple loud whispers in each other’s ears were barely audible. Danielle just laughed and pulled the two of us by our wrists down a hallway. Josh appeared out of nowhere and showed us to a little room. It kept the same blue hue illuminated from the edges of the walls. A similar little chaise as Amber and Matt had, a line of beds and a couple already playing in the corner.  

“Do you mind if we use the-” 

Danielle tried to ask; the other couple just nodded and went back to each other’s lips. Barely paying any attention to us. She shrugged and laid down on her side. Jessica joined her while Josh and I watched.  

“You guys have safe words?” 

“Yeah... we agreed on the stop sign for this. Yellow check in. Red full stop.” 

“Good. These rooms can take unexpected turns. Don’t be scared to stop. Nobody will judge.”  

“Thanks.”  

Josh’s hand tapped my shoulders a few times before he joined the girls on the bed. He ran his hands along his wife’s legs. A soft pull at her strap and the dress started to slip. He took her large bust into his mouth while Danielle continued to kiss my wife. He pulled her dress the rest of the way; letting her body jiggle and settle onto the bed. Nothing underneath. 

Josh’s face dove between her legs. Lost in the waves of curves, his head was moving side to side. Danielle’s first pleasurable groan filled the room. The couple in the corner noticed. Suddenly watching while they kept their hands underneath each other’s clothes.  

They moved quickly. Josh up on his knees. Danielle smiling from ear to ear as she stared into my wife’s face. Jessica was frozen. A small smile that seemed stuck on her face. Was she actually nervous?  

Josh slipped a condom on and began thrusting into her. The other couple in the corner had sat up and moved closer. They were older, maybe 40’s. Attractive, fit, big smiles showing off their bright white teeth. Cougars tracking their prey. I don’t know what rules Josh and Danielle had... but a few nods and touches of hands and the other couple was suddenly stripping the last of their clothes. Jessica and I ended up on the chaise together. Watching. 

We couldn’t hear the little whispers between our friends and the new couple, but both of them took one each of Danielle’s breasts into their mouths. The woman flashed a little smile at us as she maneuvered to Danielle’s other side. She was down to just her skirt; apparently, she participated in the nothing underneath guideline too.  

Jessica whispered to me while her hand began rubbing my thighs over my pants. “They’re hot. Should we jump in?” 

“Can we just watch for a bit. Just play together?” 

“Yes Johnny... we don’t have to play with anyone else here if you don’t want.” 

I didn't know how to answer. Suddenly all the sexual confidence I’d gained over the last few years seemed to have evaporated. My muscles were vibrating ever so subtly in a nervous quake. The blood rushed to my groin slowly, not filling completely.  

“For now... still good on our rules?” 

“Condoms only. Stoplight system. ‘Pull chalks’ and we go home.” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

We kissed. Gently; romantically. Our eyes opened as we stopped, and I knew I couldn’t hold her back any longer. 

“Go join. I’ll keep watching for now... join when I’m ready.”  

Jessica nodded, kissed me again, and removed her dress while standing up. She had a sexy little red thong that didn’t hide anything of her rear as she bent down beside Josh. They kissed, then worked on our whimpering friend together.  

The gentlemen got to his knees and let his cock spring forward. Danielle happily took it in her mouth, flicking her tongue along the shaft, kissing the tip. She was playing with it; enjoying it.  

Another couple filtered in. Young, maybe 20’s. Cute, chubby, normal people. They asked if they could watch. Multiple confirmations came from the bed, and they took their seat on the opposite side of the room from me. I started to feel doubt in my gut, did I have the courage to do this in front of random people?  

I got lost in my own thoughts and emotions long enough to not notice the girl from the first couple had stood up and joined me on the chaise. She had brown hair, a warm smile and a tight body that was barely showing signs of age. A perfect little handful on her chest that was being held up by her bra.  

“First time here?” 

“That obvious?” 

“You look like a scared little puppy that I just want to cuddle with and make everything alright.”  

A grin spread across my lips, I shook my head as I looked up into her eyes. A real deep brown, reflecting the neon lights in them. “That doesn’t sound terrible.”  

She put her arm around me and rested her head on my shoulder. Her free hand stroking my leg. She didn’t say much else. We just sat there watching friends and strangers roll around on the beds. It was weirdly comforting. The little strokes on my thigh helping fill my tool below.  

“Have you done anything with other couples before?”  

“On vacation... way less people watching.”  

“Ignore them. It can just be me and you in this room right now. Do you have rules with your...” 

“Wife. Condoms. Consent. That’s about it.” 

I felt the moths running to my gut like moonlight. A little shake in my hands. Why was I so scared? I tried to push it down and look back at my wife and friends. Jessica was kissing Danielle while Josh’s face was between my wife’s legs. The other man was between Danielle’s, thrusting just as Josh had done before him.  

“Can I keep touching you?” 

“Yes.” 

“Kiss?” 

“Yes.” 

Her lips parted in a short smile, then pressed against mine. Strawberries. Raspberry. Some sort of berry. She tasted nice, calm, purposeful movements of her tongue inside my mouth. Her hand traced up my chest, undid a few more buttons and felt around my pecs.   

Her other hand gripped my wrist and pulled it to her leg, stroking along the bare skin, up to the fabric around her hips and back down to her knee. It felt like I was re-learning how to ride a bike.  

We kept our kisses slow, staying at the shallow end of the pool. The pressure to perform, to know what to do, how to act... it was slowly fading. This woman was actually making me feel better. Regaining a little confidence. I moved my hand up to her chest and caressed under her breast. Feeling its weight being held back by the bra. Like she read my mind, she unclasped it and let it fall.  

A little drop and they were free, good sized and hanging just right off her frame. I looked at them, looked into her eyes, and kissed her more intently. More flicks of our tongues. More rapid movements of our hands. Groping becoming less comforting and more needy. Her hands worked at my belt, undid the button quickly and dug inside of my pants.  

I was maybe 70% there, her quick hand motions under my pants brought me to 100. I pawed at her panties, pushed them to the side and felt her wet pussy between my fingers. We broke our kiss and groaned into each other’s mouths before kissing again. Harder. Faster. Like a DJ slowing twisting the dial, we kept increasing in a slow steady rhythm.  

I’d lost track of the others on the bed. This woman had pulled me into our own little bubble to play in... and I didn't even know her name. It seemed so important. Do we just play in anonymity?  

“Johnny.” A loud call from my wife. I twisted my head to the side. Josh was kneeling between her legs, a condom covered cock about to go inside of her. Josh was looking at her, she was looking at me. I nodded, said yes, maybe too quiet for her to hear me. She got the message. We had agreed to full swap with Danielle and Josh; a part of me was thankful it wasn’t the other guy. Yet. 

“Johnnyyyyyy.” A slow whisper in my ear from our new acquaintance. “That’s cuuuuute...” 

“What do I call you?” 

“Depends on how many times you make me cum...”  

She bit her lip and started leaning back in the chaise. Her eyes darted down toward her groin and back up again. If I could do one thing right tonight, this would be it. I’d go for two. Then see if my dick would cooperate.  

She smelt of honey, or some sweat aroma from her lotion. It grew more familiar the further up I went. Then that heavenly smell, just a touch of sweat. She tasted as most women do, sighed as my tongue passed over her lingerie. I pulled it back to the side and flicked a few times at her top. It wasn’t out yet, but I wanted to map her out.  

I passed slowly down her edges, completing a circle before pushing my tongue inside. Slow flat passes at the bottom of her warmth, climbing ever so slowly back to the top. I dug inside, spun little circles until her pearl came out to join us. Then it became the star of the show. Flick. Flick. Flick. Then a slow circle around it. Again. And again. 

Her moans began to increase, a giggling purr of approval. A sudden jolt through her leg, and she let out an exhilarating laugh.  

“Yesss Johnny... see not so bad here... just keep doing that... mhm... yes...” 

I could feel her thighs vibrating against me. Closing just around my head, a subtle squeeze every few seconds. I looked up and saw her head back, eyes closed, and hands running over her body. She pinched her nipple and barely opened her eyes. They softened, then slammed shut again. Her delicate purrs twisted into an involuntary whimper. Short. Quick. Building. 

Her breath filled up her lungs, waiting for that flip to switch, for her body to let it all out at once. It started in her lap, a warm rush, a buck off the chair. Then her vocal cords caught up and she shrieked a few profanities.  Her hands shot to my head and gripped my hair like it was the only thing keeping her pleasure going. She wasn’t going to let go until it was over. 

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Okay... Mmhmm... yes... don’t... stop... right... thereeeee.”  

I pushed two fingers up and inside of her. Curling to that rough little spot at the top. I found it, stroked it and let my tongue work into overdrive. I heard her tone jump an octave, her voice almost confused. Then that little laugh from earlier, carrying into a desperate carried out moan.  

“Yes! Go again... do it again... goood fucking boy... yess... yesssssss.”  

She screamed. Convulsed. Squirmed in the narrow chair. I tried to hold her down. Refuse to let her bounce around. I failed. She twitched too violently. Couldn’t contain the orgasm that was erupting through her.  

She fell. Off the chair. On her side. I quickly tilted my head around to check on her. Her hair had covered her face in a messy tangle, but I could see her wide lips underneath it. She flipped her hair back, stared at me with wild eyes and shook her head in disbelief. We both laughed and I felt all the nerves wash out of me. Even if the entire room was suddenly staring at us. My wife’s delicious look stole every drop of attention I had. 

 

Previous Parts

The dreams of Tory were gone for the night, replaced by nightmares. Tied to a bed while Nora, Marisol, Stephanie, April and Gemma all laughed at me. I was gagged as I watched each of them get kissed, fucked and taken out of the room. I was left alone, darkness and silence. Then a screech woke me up.  

I didn’t even know if the scream was real, my hazy mind was still trying to wake up. The sun was just barely peeking through the blinds. I checked my phone, the app had new notifications, and there were a few text messages. I wanted coffee first. The house was empty of non-players. I could have coffee in my boxers if I wanted.  

I made my way downstairs, rubbing my eyes and yawning as I turned the corner to the kitchen. Someone was standing in the middle, looking around like they were inspecting the place. Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun, a sports coat matching her black pencil skirt. I didn’t know her, then she turned and her face told me I didn’t want to. 

She was pretty, even if she was scowling at me like I’d just kicked her dog. She processed for a second, her face twisted, and she turned to walk away. Then she stopped, gave me a stern look, and decided to speak.  

“Where are your clothes? What is happening in this house? Who's your housing supervisor?”  

I didn’t really respond, staring blankly at her. It hit me like a truck, where I knew her from. She was at the desk when I was doing my intro paperwork, the voice helping me put the pieces together. She worked in HR.  

“Sorry. I didn’t think anyone was home; let me change.”  

I retreated quickly back to my room, threw on some pajama pants and a shirt. I decided to check my phone before going back down. Maybe she would leave; we would have to tidy up for an inspection and move past it. The newest message was from Julie. 

‘New girl moving in. She’s not very nice, works in HR I think. My new roommate. Yay!’ - Julie 

I could feel the sarcasm through her text message. Maybe that’s what the scream was this morning. Were Julie and Oscar still in her room together?  

Moving in. I didn’t want to go downstairs any longer, I could skip coffee this morning. I checked the rest of my messages. Nora and Billy, both of them, wanted to talk when they saw me at work. I wonder if it's too late to request that Billy move in with us. I checked the app, a lot of activity there. 

Sir-Ma'am-Cane 

‘New personal challenge: Steal a player from another team. - 25 points’ - Sir 

Everyone 

‘Sex Tape Standings: 1^(st) Cat & Hog / 2^(nd) Sapphire & Bear / 3^(rd) Water & Oil. Points have been awarded.’ - Sir 

‘Whip has joined team Bush/Cat. Priest has joined team Oil/Water. Midnight has been removed from the game. Do not contact.’ - Ma’am 

‘You have until 11:59pm to submit new members. They will be up for initiation at 7:00AM Saturday morning.’ - Ma’am 

‘New Weekly Regulation: No points can be scored with Teammates unless specified. Get to know your opponents.’ - Ma’am 

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. I was terrified it was the blonde girl from the kitchen. It wasn’t. Julie, Oscar, Marisol, and Stephanie were all standing at the door. Mixture of emotions on their faces, Oscar was the only one who seemed unfazed.  

“House meeting?”  

Julie asked me quietly as they all entered and sat on the bed. There were nervous looks all around. Marisol was clearly upset; Julie clammed up further into her shell than I’d ever seen her. Oscar started. 

“Molly. She’s HR. HR is not good for fun, not good for us.”  

“What happened?” I asked him, Julie answered before he did. 

“She walked in on us. Morning quickie, nothing crazy. She flipped. Screamed at us, told us we can’t do that here. It’s against the policy for employee housing. She didn’t stick around, muttered something about talking to our supervisor. Do we have a house supervisor?”  

Marisol jumped right in, Stephanie had to grab her hand and slow her down, remind her not all of us spoke Spanish.  

“Sorry. She lined up all the liquor bottles we had. Asked me about them as I walked in to get breakfast.  Apparently, we can't even drink here? I’ve lived here for 3 years and never heard any of this.”  

“It’s going to be fine. Let me talk to her. She can’t be this unhappy of a person.” 

“Yes, she can.” Julie got up and walked into the bathroom with a huff.  

“Julie will be fine. A bit of a shock for her. Molly said she can’t live with someone so... slutty. Rough start of the day.” 

“She can have the empty room then. Fabian is gone too. It’s going to be fine guys. Go to work, we can figure this out tonight.” 

“At my house?” Stephanie spoke up. “I’m having a party tonight. Remember?”  

“That’s perfect. We don’t even have to come home tonight. Relax guys.”  

I got up and went downstairs. Molly was sitting at the dining table with a sandwich. I could hear the exhales through her nose from the hall. She seemed stressed. 

“Nice to meet you. I’m Tyler.” 

I stretch out my hand to shake hers. She let it hang there with just a quick glance at it. She took a deep breath and spoke in a tone that made me want to walk back upstairs.  

“Molly. I guess I’m going to live here for a while.” She shook her head and stood up. “I don’t want to live in some dumb frat house. I’ll print out the employee guidelines for housing when I go to work today. I expect all of you to read them and follow them.” 

“I’ve never even seen them. I’d like to, make sure you feel welcomed. Are you taking Fabian’s room?” 

“No. Someone else is being assigned to that room. I’m taking the other bunk with the front desk intern.” 

“Julie. She’s really nice you know.”  

“I’m sure; when she doesn’t have a hairy man pawing at her chest.” 

“Oscar; he’s also a good guy. You’ll love him.”  

“Are they dating?” 

“You’d have to ask them. How long have you worked at the resort?”  

“Two months. First time at a luxury property. It’s not as nice as I expected.”  

“Where did you live before this? It can’t have been that different than here.” 

“I didn’t have employee housing at my last property. I rented an apartment like a normal person. I’ve been at the hotel since I got the job. They said they didn’t have anything else open until now.”  

We continued to small talk. She seemed to open up a little but stayed very professional. I learned that she was ambitious, wanted to move into management quickly. Felt like she couldn't break a single rule until then. She hurried off to work before everyone else came downstairs. Her words about the guidelines worried me. I wished Gemma would have never left. 

I found Julie and Oscar still in my room. The two of them were sitting and talking on the bed. They looked to me for answers on Julie’s new roommate. 

“She’s a by-the-book wanna be manager. We need to read the rulebook or guideline or whatever she brings with her.”  

“Don’t like it. If I can't throw the weekly Osparty then I’m moving.”  

“It will be fine, I’m sure we can figure it out.”  

“I’m never going in my room again.”  

“Move in up here. There’s a lot of space.” 

“Thank you.” Julie checked her phone. “I’ve got to work, but my challenge is to have sex with Caleb and send another video to you. I’m skipping it. Let me know If I can help with either of yours. See you guys at Steph’s tonight.” 

Oscar and I watched Julie head out. He didn’t take long to try and explain in a rushed voice. I laughed and patted his back.  

“Hey, it’s fine. You two look good together. We’re all one team, right?”  

“Yes. Thank you. Just some fun. Maybe more. I don’t know. It’s fun.” He looked around and started to stand. “I’m going to get ready for work. I’ll be skipping my personal challenge as well. They want me to have sex with Tory and send it to you. I don’t think she’d let me even if I tried. I’ll see you tonight huh?” 

“Hey Oscar.” He turned back for a moment. “Thank you. I’m glad to have you here.” 

“You’re good guy. I’m happy to be here.” He nodded and walked out of the door.  

I decided on going in early to work, catch Nora before she goes home. Help Billy set up the line and make sure he was still joining the game. It would be nice to have something to occupy my mind. Kitchen work was tough, but it made you forget about a lot of things. 

I made it to work and got dressed. An empty locker room except for a familiar looking guy. He was taking off a valet uniform; I could see the definition in his muscles from across the room. He didn’t say anything, even when he saw me watching. It felt awkward; I wasn’t checking him out. Just trying to place him. He shot a quick word over his shoulder right before he left.  

“Too bad you lost Tory. She’s hot. Can’t wait to see her tonight.”  

The door slammed shut behind him. Then it all clicked. Hog? Whatever the guys name was, he was the partner of Cat. Bush/Cat. Shit. He was actually going to see Tory. I didn’t want to think about it. No points for team members anyways, they wouldn’t have sex for no points. Right? 

I made it up to the kitchen; Billy was downstairs prepping. I planned to join him until I saw Nora in the hall.  

“Have a minute?” She pushed her thumb toward the hall where her office was. I nodded and followed her. I wonder if she was mad we didn’t see each other over my days off. I followed her in, we sat opposite of each other and she jumped right into business. 

“I need you to help me with my challenge tonight.”  

“Done. What is it? Do we get some kinky sex?” 

“Kind of.” Nora laughed. Her warm smile comforted me, she didn’t seem mad at all. “What’s your challenge?” 

“Steal a team member from another team. I’m thinking Jen.” 

“Good. She should be easy for you right?” 

“Yes; already admitted she liked me. Just have to leverage it.” 

“Another shot at Caleb. First rivalry, how do you feel?”  

“Good. I’ve beaten him every time, Jacky, You, Jen. He initiated Julie, doesn’t matter now.”  

“Jen is still on his team. Don’t think this is all going to be a cake-walk because you have a big dick. There’s always someone bigger or better.”  

“I know, just confident right now. Team full of beautiful women.” I kissed her, she broke it up with a little snort. Our eyes lingered in silence for a moment. “Steph has a party. I need to at least show face. Then I'll come over after? We got a new roommate from HR, Molly? I’ll probably stay at your house tonight.”  

“That’s perfect. Be a little drunk, it will be more fun. She's new right? I haven’t really worked with her, she’s done more front desk and office stuff.”  

“Two months she said. Do you know anything about employee housing guidelines?” 

“No, only had a small managers flat. Got this place quickly.” 

“What did you do to get it?” 

“Someone offered to buy it. I said yes. Ga-” Nora coughed and shook her head. “The man who nominated and initiated me told me to accept. Then having it helped me win the next year.”  

“Can you help me get my own place?” 

“Move in with me.” 

“Not yet.” We just grinned at each other for a few moments. A little laugh before I thought about our plans for the night again. "So, what exactly is your challenge?”  

“Tie you up, blindfold you, have my way with you.” 

“Maybe I should skip Steph’s party.” 

“Go; then come... have fun.”  

We finished our little pow wow and I went back to work. Nora was heading home for the day. I still needed to find Billy, make sure he got nominated, line up someone to initiate him and were good to go. Something seemed off with Nora; I couldn’t place it.  

I found Billy prepping downstairs. We were off in the little area by ourselves. We caught up and planned out the night. Right as we finished our prep and were getting ready to head upstairs, he stopped me.  

“Is the game really worth it?”  

“I’ve had a lot of fun so far. Why?” 

“Just feels weird. Julie wasn’t home, Mari? The Spanish girl, she said she would nominate me. It was wild, we had sex so fast, recorded it and sent it off. I left feeling a little empty. I like getting laid, but it's never felt so... transactional.”  

“Sometimes it may be like that or worse. But some of the most intense sex I’ve ever had was because of the game. The envy, lust, competitive drive. It amps everything up. I wouldn't try for a serious relationship, go in with as little emotions as you can.” 

“I guess. Just until lifts close?” 

“I think so. The girls are wild, you already saw with Marisol. Jen is in it, some salesgirl who is bangin, Jacky from the front desk.” 

“Have you? With all of them?” 

“Like 6? So far. I can’t even pick a favorite.” 

“Jesus... You going to Steph’s tonight?” 

“Yeah. Let’s go together. She’s on the team too, I can introduce you to everyone.”  

Dinner service went by smooth. Veronica teased once with some pointed questions but otherwise was busy on the floor. April was pleasant, again mostly just staying away from the kitchen. I’d find out tomorrow if she’s in; her and Billy would be good additions. Maybe I can nominate Molly and loosen her up. Probably too late for that.  

Billy gave me a ride over to the party after work. We walked in together and found most of the team in the kitchen. Julie, Oscar, Marisol, and Stephanie were all sitting at the table. I sat down with Billy as they handed us beers.  

“You guys know Billy, right?” 

“I do now.” Marisol’s vocal cords almost vibrated. “I nominated him.” Her chest was puffed, lifted brows looking around at everyone. She was proud, maybe a little tipsy. 

“Welcome Billy. Another man. I love it. Even if you’re another hairless baby.” His deep voice boomed in laughter. Billy immediately started protesting. He lifted his shirt, revealing a skinny torso with little whisps of black hair. It was more than me, but not by much.  

“Hey, I have hair. It’s there, just have to squint a little.”  

“Chest hair is kind of growing on me.” Julie flashed a quick wink my way before refocusing on Oscar.  

“I hope not.” Oscar nudged her as the table all chuckled together. Everyone was going through drinks quickly. They discussed staying the night. Julie and Oscar sharing a spare room. Stephanie looked at me with her big brown eyes.  

“Marisol is staying with me; do you want to join us? We can have fun; even if we don’t get points.”  

“I can’t tonight. Nora and I have a challenge to do. Soon. Promise.” 

There was some grumbling and the conversation changed quickly. Conversations sparked of things other than the game. We all got along well, misfits in our own rights. Oscar came out here for the internship to get away from overbearing parents. Wanted to experience life on his own terms. It was a similar trend with all of us. Having left family behind to come work in a remote location. Most if not all of us running from something.  

I stood and started to leave. A few hugs from Julie and Marisol; I asked Billy for a ride. He declined, deciding to stay a little longer. A final wave and I went out on the front porch flipping through my phone trying to book a taxi. I bumped into a couple, apologizing before I realized it was Caleb. He was with another girl, almost as tall as him. Her black hair tucked behind her brown beanie. I recognized her from their team photo. 

“Hey Tyler. Didn’t know you were here.” 

“Hiding in the kitchen the whole time.” 

“Oh, how rude of me. Tyler, this is Melody. You may know her as Water.” He smiled wide and elbowed the girl next to him. “Do you want to tell him the story babe?” 

“I’m sure he doesn’t want to hear it. Nice to meet you.”  

She shook my hand with a pleasant smile and looked back up to Caleb. He was glowing, joyous face, relaxed posture. It didn’t even look like he had been drinking. A little contrast to the last time I saw him shit-faced at a party. “It’s great to meet you; nice to put some faces to names... and bodies.” Melody let her smile hide in the corner of her mouth, a subtle bow as she released my hand. 

“Where you headed? You want a ride home?”  

“I’m actually going to Nora’s... Sorry; I can just get a taxi.” 

“You did me a favor. I wouldn’t have spent so much time with Melody without Nora forgetting about me. Don’t sweat; I know where it is.”  

“That’s awesome. I’m happy for you two; are you like dating or just partnering for the game?” 

Melody answered, a rush of words she had to consciously slow. 

“Both. It has its benefits. We’re both a little competitive. I found another athlete whose as competitive as me.” I followed the two of them into the SUV. Melody leaned back and continued like we were old friends. “I played volleyball for USC; you two weren’t even in high school yet. And now this giant guy wants to move into my little condo.” 

“I just want to be close to you.” He glanced her way before looking back to the road. “I know it’s early still.” 

“You need more space, get out of that tiny employee flat.”   

We talked and joked about our college experiences; dorm life, roommates; the benefits and problems. Melody told me a few stories of the game, she seemed in awe of Tory and what she had done. Inspired her to take the game seriously. It was nice to hear another perspective about her, a good one at that. Melody started talking about being disappointed Tory and I already split; she wasn’t the biggest fan of N-. She stopped herself and apologized.  

They dropped me off with kind words and a wave. The cold air hurried me to Nora’s door. A light knock and I heard footsteps hurry toward me. She cracked the door and pushed her face in the tiny opening. Her lips painted red with a sharp ruby color. They framed her bright white teeth in a wide smirk. She looked around and let the door slowly creep open.  

She struck a pose, crimson lingerie hugging her loose curves. One hand on her hip, another gesturing down her frame. She was stunning, excitement started stirring below. I’d somehow taken for granted how hot she really was.  

“Come on in Handsome.” She stepped aside and slapped my ass as I walked in. “Can I get you a drink? Whiskey per chance?”  

“With some coke and lime; sounds great. Where are we doing this?” 

“The loft, head on up. I’ll bring your drink.”  

“Thanks. You'll never guess who dropped me off.” 

“Billy?” 

“Caleb. And his new girlfriend.” 

“Melody? I don’t get wh- Never mind. Let’s just get upstairs.”  

I tried to hide a smile as I stepped toward the stairs. Maybe she was still a little jealous, or they just didn’t like each other. Confrontations from previous years?  

I turned and followed the low LED lights. She had the loft turned into a soft white and red playroom. The bed lined with red furry cuffs, velvet silk blindfolds, fuzzy pillows. The lights traced the outline of the floor, a few subtle red lamp lights.  

There was a chair right beside the bed. Hardwood, white seat cushions and restraints on each leg. I had a feeling this chair was for me. I sat down in it and slowed my breathing. Waiting for Nora to join me. I couldn’t stop picture Nora in a dominant role. How would she compare to Tory, would she string me along, jump right in.  

“Here’s your drink sir.” Nora handed me a glass of whiskey, neat. She saw my confusion and spoke before I could. “You’ll find you don’t get everything you ask for tonight.” 

I could smell her floral perfume every time she got close. She was removing my clothes carefully, letting our bodies and skin accidentally touch. I was left in the chair naked, the weight between my legs dropping off the seat. It was starting to grow, Nora’s delicate hands brought the furry cuffs around my wrists. The rough rope tied my ankles to the legs of the chair. She kneeled in front of me and removed her shirt. The last thing I saw before she placed the blindfold was the slightest sway of her chest. 

I sat quietly, waiting for her to begin. A fingertip passed up my calf. A squeeze of her small hands around my thigh. The softest pull of her tongue along the shaft. She giggled as my cock twitched to her touch. I was suddenly excited; this would be fun. Nora teasing me, touching, sucking, fucking me all while I couldn’t see anything or move.  

I heard her whimper and she took my entire length into her mouth. Minutes passed by of her taking it, playing with it. All while she moaned with her mouth full. She must have been playing with herself, warming herself up. For me.  

A heavy breath shot out of her mouth, her hands exploring my legs and chest while the sexy slew of words began streaming into my ear.  

“I love having that fat cock in my mouth. I love that it’s mine to play with. We need to do this more, Tyler. You and I. Alone... Fucking... all day... and night... until you’re raw.”  

I tasted the whiskey on her breath; her tongue determined to discover every corner of my mouth. Her hand gripped my length and began sliding up and down hurriedly. Both of her hands now working my shaft; she let out a whimper and took my length again.  

Her voice was vibrating around my cock. Constant groans and whimpers every time she removed her lips. The anticipation of her sitting on my lap was driving me wild. I started to speak, to ask for her to fuck me. I needed it, I wanted it, I wanted her.  

“Sit on m-” 

“Open your mouth.”  

She cut me off. I smelt her scent, her perfume. Then felt the lace panties she had earlier fill my mouth. I tried to speak again, but it was muffled. She wasn’t even going to let me ask for anything. I was forced to do whatever she wanted. Her mouth resumed sliding up and down. I could feel her body rocking forward, a low grunt. 

I tried to focus on every sound in the room but her slurping was getting louder. Her whimpers carrying a forced exaggeration. She was being louder than normal, louder than just her fingers should make her. Maybe she had a toy, a fake... 

She let go of me, her lips kissing along my torso until I lost all sense of touch from her. I heard her bed compress, another little giggle from her. Then a moan, a deep throaty groan that I knew all too well. She had to have someone else here, and they must have just put themselves inside of her.  

Maybe it was Oscar... or someone I didn’t know. This must have been her challenge. Have sex in front of me, like Julie’s. The slightest slap of skin told me I wasn’t imagining it. Even if she was trying to hide it, it was happening. It had to be. I could be imagining it, maybe she just has to make me beg.  

It was kind of hot; I could feel my erection sticking straight up. A quick twitch every time she let out another loud exhale. I kind of wish she would have just let me watch. That could be the other part of her challenge, not let me see who. It could be a trust challenge, maybe she didn’t even have anyone there and was making the extra noises to confuse me. Was she recording this? Tory said her house had cameras, maybe Nora’s did too.  

Nora’s loud whimper stole my attention again. She was trying not to let go, restrain herself from making it too obvious. All the noises stopped for a few moments. It sounded like she got off the bed. Her lips wrapping back around my tip told me she was back to me. My chest vibrated from my own deep exhale. She can do whatever she wants, just keep my dick in your mouth Nora. I tried to speak, Nora’s soft voice hummed into my ear again. 

“Just sit back and relax Cane; don’t think too much. You’re so hard for me. This is turning you on isn’t it? Not knowing what's happening? Letting me do whatever I want with you.”  

“Mhm.” I did like it. I suddenly wanted Tory to do it to me, maybe her and Julie.  

Nora’s warm skin rested back onto my chest. Her ass pushed my dick between her cheeks. She grinded a few times, whispered more sexy teasing and took my length inside of her. All the doubt in my body washed away in the form of a growl. A growl that wouldn’t be stopped by her panties in my mouth. 

“Oh you like that... feeling me around you... not yet.”  

She got off, and her touch was gone again. The bed compressed, and I heard her fidgeting around. There it was, whoever else was here groaned. A deep male sound, cut off when he realized he let it out. After that sound, all bets were off. I heard a slam inside of her, that unmistakable connection of hips. Then she moaned, trying to stop it, trying not to let it go.  

It was too late, I knew. She leaned into it, letting her yelps carry in her vocal cords instead of stopping them. The bed squeaked in rhythm with Nora’s noises. The thrusts no longer stopping just short of colliding bodies. Nora was losing it. Every sound was cut off, high-pitched, and loud. She was having an orgasm and trying very hard not to make it obvious.  

The sounds died off; leading to quiet shuffling. Footsteps retreated, minutes passed, and then I sensed Nora’s return. Her hair tickled my shoulder as she leaned her head in.  

“Enjoy the show?” Her fingers teased my tip, still throbbing... leaking. Her fingers played with it. Smeared it around, used it to slowly stroke along my shaft. “Oooo you did like that. Leaking a bit Tyler? Do you want me to finish you off?”  

“Yes Nora; Ride me until I blow inside of you.” 

“Mmmmm I can’t tonight.” 

She could fuck whoever she wanted, as long as it was giving us points. Building our partnership, setting myself up for the next part of the game. I needed to trust her, at least trust her to help us win. This sucked though. Nothing for me, just teasing.  

I groaned, trying to sound as frustrated as possible. She untied my feet, my hands and pulled the blindfold off of me. The bed was clean and freshly made. No signs of anyone else having been in the room. “Was there someone else here?”  

Nora’s lips flattened. Her eyes dodging me. She sighed, “Yes.” 

“Who?” 

“I can’t tell you... It will be fine, Tyler. Trust me. Part of the challenge.”  

“How many points?”  

“25.”  

“Okay. I’m going to head home-” 

“Stay the night? We can gameplan your challenge.” 

“Do I get lucky in the morning?” 

“Maybe.” 

Kelly Thompson 

Kelly Thompson felt the Emerald necklace warm on her skin. Even in the chilled ocean breeze it never lost that warmth. Not only beautiful, it unlocked confidence that she didn’t know was buried deep inside of her. Abigail said it was power; it should never be removed or trusted in the hands of others. Kelly hadn’t even gotten the chance to use it in the short weeks since it had been given.  

“Trust me Sam. This place is everything we’ve dreamed of. Abigail brought me here last year. You’re in for a treat.” 

Kelly led her childhood friend through the little courtyard lined with palm trees. Light orange flames flicked in the subtle breeze. The fragrant oil from the tiki torches was spreading across the resort like a fog. Two sleek flowing dresses draped across the girls’ frames like they had been tailored. Samantha was still hesitant to accept all the gifts they found waiting in their room.  

Sam grabbed Kelly’s wrist and stopped her in her tracks. “How are you paying for this? What did you do?” 

Kelly couldn't hide her wide smile. “Don’t worry too much, just enjoy it. You won’t have to open your wallet all week. Swear.”  

“You randomly show up at my door after dropping off the face of the Earth for the past year. Then magically whisk me away from everything in a private jet to some island in... where even are we?”  

“The Caribbean. I told you; I can’t explain until the last day. Don't ruin this; we used to daydream about trips like this.” Kelly flipped her blonde hair and bounded into the restaurant patio like she owned the place. She could feel the power radiating from the necklace as the looks weren’t very subtle from men and women alike.  

Samantha couldn’t help but laugh to herself. She had followed Kelly into parties and concerts alike that had seemed too good to be true. Yet every time they had some crazy adventure, some guy did exactly what Kelly asked, and they returned to their lives like nothing happened. This time felt different, but Sam couldn’t place it.  

Kelly’s excited squeal drew glares from nearby tables. She ran over and gave one of the two girls a big hug. Nearly complete opposites, Veronica was smiley and welcoming. Her Emerald necklace was similar to Kelly’s. Charlotte, the quiet and reserved goddess, appeared to be judging everyone around her. High cheekbones, a cute, pointed nose and strong jaw; Charlotte was gorgeous. Nobody would ever deny that, she always received compliments on her looks... just not much else. 

Kelly was still wary of Charlotte but truly admired Veronica. She was the one who worked so closely with Kelly during her pledge. Helped teach her, mold her into the more confident butterfly that emerged. Now Kelly gets to nominate Samantha, bring her oldest friend into a world she couldn’t even imagine.  

“Ladies...” Kelly held out a flat hand toward her slender friend. “This is Samantha. We have been best friends since elementary school. She was about to study at some fancy Ivy league college all summer before I snatched her up.” 

“Stanford isn’t an Ivy league Kelly; and I’m still going after this little trip.” Samantha shook hands with each women. Nervously brushed her black hair behind her ears and sat down politely. “How do you both know Kelly?” 

Veronica spoke first. Her height was hidden while she was seated. Nearly six foot with long blonde hair, her shoulders were strong and her hands rough from labor. Her voice came out so fast and cheery it was almost hard to understand her.  

“My mentor introduced us last year. She got to come visit my family’s ranch; we hit it off immediately and haven’t gone for more than a few days without speaking since.” She took a breath to look over at Kelly and shared a soft smile. “We have quite a bit in common.”  

Charlotte was quiet, studying the girls from behind her glass of cabernet. She waited for a sharp elbow nudge before letting her words flow out slowly.  

“The three of us share a mentor. That’s it.” Brunette hair cascaded down the front of both shoulders, falling carefully, almost deliberately around her ears. Her brown eyes carried a subtle hint of red that had always intrigued Kelly. Like a small ember in a dark cave. Kelly couldn’t help but wonder what she was hiding; it always seemed like something.  

“Oh, Charlotte. Don’t be so crass.” Veronica put on hand gently on Samantha’s which seemed to jolt subtly. “She's here on business. She has a client to show around tomorrow. We were lucky enough to get her to tag along tonight.”  

A little smirk from Charlotte was all that she responded with before looking deeper into the menu. Kelly ordered another bottle of wine to Samantha’s surprise. Kelly had always been able to skirt around legal drinking ages but doing it at a resort such as this seemed reckless. Kelly knew it wouldn’t be an issue. This past year she had learned her ways of convincing people were not only natural; they were a skill she was still but a novice in.  

“I think I forgot my ID. No wine for me tonight.” Samantha’s voice carried a light vibration of satisfaction. Kelly laughed; she wasn’t going to let her friend stay sober for long. 

“They won’t ask for it. Order whatever you want, this bottle is just for me.” Kelly’s eyebrows rose quickly before she laughed louder and looked over the menu. “Oooo should we get the table side options? Steak, fish, caviar? Sam? Have you ever had caviar?”  

“No.” A sheepish little word that made a soft rose crawl up her neck and plant itself on her cheeks. “I don’t need anything fancy. Maybe just a salad.”  

“Nope. Not this trip. All or nothing Sam.” Kelly had already finished a glass of wine and waved down the waiter. “Start us with the caviar service. That one.” Kelly’s perfectly polished crimson fingernail pointed at the most expensive option. “I can’t pronounce it so it must be amazing.”  

The waiter took the rest of the girl's orders. Asking questions and guiding them through it. Steaks, lobster and more wine. Kelly was going to savor every moment of this trip; starting with a decadent meal. Kelly knew it wasn’t supposed to be about her, not entirely anyways. Samantha was her choice as a pledge; she needed to convince her to accept it. There was no one else she could trust. 

The girls made their way through the first courses. A delighted cheer when they saw a handsome chef making his way to their table. He looked like an athlete that decided on a career change. Tall, muscular, dark blonde hair combed into a shallow wave. Kelly felt an idea spark in her head, a quick glance at her old friend, and she could see she was failing at her attempt to conceal any interest.  

“Good evening, ladies. My name is Chef Julian. I have the pleasure of carving your dover sole table side. Who is the lucky lady?” 

Samantha tried to hide from the girls' glances. Kelly didn’t let her sit quietly for long, nudging and winking at her friend with little to no subtlety. Samantha sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear before looking up at the man in all white. She raised her hand barely above the table’s edge. 

“I ordered it.”  

“Wonderful. One of my favorite fish, we fly them in from England every week.”  

Kelly’s eyes were glued to the large rough hands the chef was using to scrape his knife against a honing steel. He gently set down the rod, tightened his grip along the handle of the knife and began to slice at the fish.  

Kelly wasn’t even watching the performance. She felt her plan starting to fall into place as the bashful green-eyed girl passed a strand of hair behind her ear for the third time in a minute. Samantha hadn’t let her gaze drop from the chef’s. She wasn’t watching the fish, or the strong hands preparing it. Only the concentrated smile on the rugged face that lightened every time he looked at her.  

“Do you do private dinners?” 

Kelly blurted it out before retreating to hide behind her glass of wine. A playful smirk made Samantha blush and act like she saw something interesting out over the balcony.  

“For the right price. Are you all staying at the resort with us?” 

“We have an Airbnb down the street. We heard the food here was made by some hot chef and had to find out. Are you free tomorrow night?”  

The chef responded after a light cough. “I am actually.” He fumbled in his pocket and set a business card into Kelly’s soft hands. He nearly jumped at the slight contact of their fingers before composing himself. A quick pour of sauce and he bowed and pushed his cart back to the kitchen.  

Samantha slapped the blonde’s shoulder and tried to hide from the other girl’s laughs. Kelly shrugged and finished the little splash of wine left in her glass. “What? He’s hot. Samantha could use a vacation fling.” 

“I’m fine, Kelly. I don’t.” 

“How long has it been? Huh? Two years still?” 

“Shut up.” Her lips couldn't stop from curling into a wide smile. “I just have better self-control than you.” 

“Tell her ladies. Sex is... liberating.”  

“With the right people. At the right time.”  

“Don’t be so ominous Charlotte. You’ll scare the poor girl.”  

Samantha had stayed nervously quiet, but her eyes were wide and darting between each lady with subtle glances back toward the kitchen. Her thoughts jumped all over the place, nervous that Kelly wasn’t just teasing; she was scheming again. The dinner was winding down, the empty plates were being removed, and Kelly’s cheery voice started to carry a touch of exaggerated drawl from the wine. 

“This creme bruleeeee is tablessideee Ssaammm...”  

“I don’t need dessert; aren’t we going to some club tonight?” 

Charlotte answered quickly. “It doesn’t even open until 11. Get the dessert. Flirt with the chef. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Her posture moved forward, almost challenging her in front of the group.  

“C’mon honey.” Veronica’s hand settled onto Sam’s, stopping her little quiver. “If you fail, you’ll never see him or anyone at this place again. Don’t be scared to make a fool of yourself. Have fun with it.”  

The server approached and started pitching their different dessert options. He was delighted to share the more expensive tableside option; Kelly made sure to specifically request the same chef.  

The little cart rattled through the restaurant and the Chef’s eyes seemed only to be looking at Samantha until he arrived next to the group of women. He greeted each; Kelly’s flirty look lingering longer than any others.  

He lit the little dish on fire, sprinkled some cinnamon and citrus to make a fancy little show of sparks and began to push his cart away. Samantha’s voice finally cracked out before he could get far.  

“Thank you Julian.”  

He turned and offered a warm smile and pushed the cart back into the kitchen. 

“That’s it? Thank you?” Kelly was poking her friend in the abdomen. “I have his number. We can call him later after you’ve had a few drinks.”  

The girls all teased and prodded at her bashfulness. Something they weren’t always accustomed to seeing anymore. They gathered into a taxi and headed toward the club. More teasing and jokes about Samantha calling him from the taxi, how the three-day rule doesn’t apply to women, she could have him at the Airbnb tonight if she wanted. It was almost becoming too much for her.  

Kelly pulled on her arm as they got out, keeping her outside the club while the other two women went to get their table.  

“I know we can be a little much. It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything with him. I just think it would be fun for you. He’s hot right?” 

“He is... I don’t know. I’m sorry. Just feel weird, I’ve never hooked up on a first date, or even in the first month.”  

“Here, take this. It always seems to help me feel better.” Kelly lifted the emerald necklace off her, tied it around Samantha’s neck, squeezed her shoulders, and admired her friend's new look. “The green in your eyes just pops now. Damn girl.”  

The two old friends giggled and walked up to the bouncer. Samantha was pulling out her ID and went to give it to him. He waved her off. “Go ahead ladies. Enjoy your night.”  

Samantha didn’t make it very far inside before a handsome man offered his hand and tried to take her to the dancefloor. She denied and continued to follow Kelly. They made their way around the groups of people, unable to completely hear each other over the loud music.  

Kelly saw Charlotte and Veronica sitting at a roped off table; a few bottles and mixers already spread across the marble. She tapped Kelly and nearly had to yell into her ear.  

“That’s the most expensive table in the house. Seriously, Kelly. What is going on with you?” 

“Touch the necklace. Go find someone to dance with, call the chef. Have fun.” Kelly grabbed her face by squeezing both of her cheeks with her palms. “Get out of your head.”  

Samantha nodded, took a shot with the other ladies, and followed Charlotte off to the dance floor. Veronica and Kelly were left alone at the table, pouring a little vodka soda.  

“You think she can handle being your pledge?” 

“Give her time. She will open up...” 

“You don’t have anyone else, do you?” 

“Of course I do. I just wanted Samantha to get first chance.” Kelly turned away to start pouring some vodka into the glass of orange juice she had corralled.  

“Don’t try and hide things from the Ennead Kelly. They always figure it out. Ask Abigail.” 

“She’s been my friend ever since I can remember. Across all the different families that took me in, she always found me. I trust her. She will figure it out. She’s smart. She’s hot. Look at her.” Samantha and Charlotte were donning big smiles, hands in the air between a group of muscular men. 

“It’s the necklace. She shouldn't really have it now... Once it begins. You won't even see her until the end.” 

“I remember Veronica. I just did it last year... I beat that other girl; the one everyone told me I couldn’t.”  

“You got lucky. Abigail really likes you... don’t fuck it up.”  

Samantha had made it back over to the table, she picked up another shot. Slid over between the two girls and finally showed signs of letting loose. Her hands held up her phone, snapped a selfie of the three girls and she began texting rapidly. 

“Who are you sending that to?” Veronica was leaning over trying to read it. 

“That hot chef. Think he will make us dessert at our place tonight?” 

“Finally!” Kelly’s voice burst into a happy shout. The necklace didn’t change people’s personalities; it just helped push them toward the source of its power. “Let’s do another with more cleavage.”  

The girls cackled together and readjusted themselves for another, and sent it off again.  

“He responded! That was fast... He asked what ingredients we have.” Samantha had an idea already typing into her phone. She looked up at the other girls like she was expecting an applause. “I told him. Four women. One hot chef.”  

The laughter felt charged. Charlotte and Veronica were studying Samantha’s newfound confidence. Kelly’s little smile hid a mountain of pride behind it. The sound seemed to be sucked from the venue; quiet glances dashed between each of their faces. Kelly finally spoke up. 

“Then let’s go Girl!” She stood, lifted Samantha’s hand, and tried to drag her through the club. The two girls bounded into a cab without even noticing their friends staying behind. Kelly and Samantha slid into the back of a yellow cab and checked the phone again. The chef responded. ‘Address?’ 

The growing cackle of laughter forced a smile from the cab driver. Kelly’s hand was around her friends' shoulders, leaning over and watching her send off her response. Her jawline caught her eye, the way it moved when she smirked and looked back into Kelly’s eyes.  

Samantha was stunning when she put in effort. Kelly knew this but never really saw her as a threat, or a partner. In the cab she suddenly saw her as something else. Something she never thought about her... Feelings... Desires... the lack of control from staring down the top of her dress. The way Sam’s perfume tickled her nose. The way the emerald seemed to glow every time she glanced at it.  

Kelly pushed herself to the other side of the cab. Shook her head and let it rest on the cool window. Samantha was still focused on her phone, a little giggle, and more typing every few minutes. Kelly had to suppress a draw in her hands, to snatch the necklace back, take control on the entire evening. Patience. Abigail always preached patience.  

Samantha’s door opened right as the cab came to a stop. She was strutting out toward the front door like paparazzi lined the cobblestone walkway. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and flashed a grin back at Kelly before turning back to greet the handsome chef from dinner.  

He had arrived before them. His stance was defensive. Arms crossed behind his back. Maybe just trying to look professional. It all melted away as Samantha approached. A smile filled his wide face, his heavy arms relaxed to his side, and he bent slightly to take Sam’s hand in his. He kneeled, kissed the back of it and barely noticed Kelly walking up beside her.  

“Am I making dessert for both of you?”  

He looked like he was proposing. A dumb grin that still wouldn’t acknowledge the blonde he had shot flirty eyes to all dinner. Samantha’s voice rang softly through the ocean breeze. 

“She’ll do whatever I tell her.” Her leg lifted and rested her thigh on the chef’s shoulder. The sleek dress slipped back to her hips, revealing her inner thigh to Julian. His lips moved toward it with a magnetic pull. He was kissing down and back up. Generating powerful snickers from her glossed lips.  

Kelly ignored her friend's comment. Opened the door and tried to usher them in. A soft slap on Sam’s foot snapped them from their trance. They both laughed and stood. Sam dragged her eyes all over the chef’s arms. Strong. Defined. She wanted him to carry her, a soft glance, and he seemed to read her mind.  

Julian slid one hand under her knees, the other catching her shoulders as she fell. He carried her inside and followed Kelly into the master bedroom down the hall. Kelly tried to instruct, but his eyes never left the women in his arms. Sam’s eyes seemed to match the necklace in the dark room. A soft glow of green, like a panther stalking its prey in the pitch-black jungle.  

He set her on the bed and began licking her feet while taking off the black heels. Kelly took a seat in the corner. She planned on being involved, directing, helping Sam take the lead. It didn’t appear her services were required. Julian followed the unspoken commands. Sam was able to control his focus with simple flicks of her wrists, soft gestures with a finger and changing the pitch of her quiet grunts.   

The first time Abigail showed her, let her feel the power of the emerald... It was like understanding nuclear physics after a Sunday school lesson. There were no instructions required. You could do it. Or not.  

There was a shift in the room. The only sound a soft cadence of lips smacking on skin. Samantha eventually looked at Kelly, like their roles had finally been reversed. She grabbed a handful of light brown hair and pushed the experienced tongue between her thighs. A soft whimper. A low rumble of a laugh trying to start its engine; then a deep drum of throaty chuckles.  

“I can’t believe I’ve never had a chef eat my cunt.” A sharp whine burst and settled into a seductive little smirk. Samantha was feeling power. The bliss. Everything that came along wi-. “Kelly.” 

She felt it in her throat. Dropping down to her chest. Lodging itself in an uncomfortable place. It sounded like Abigail. The command slammed into her like a bolt from a ballista. Made her breath flutter in her lungs. Forced her body to shudder out any resistance.  

“Come take his place. I’d like to see what swings between his legs.”  

Kelly’s body moved before her head reacted. Notice it. Even if you can’t stop it. Her mentor's voice. coaching her still; present or not.  

Julian had kneeled next to Sam’s eager mouth. Her eyes devoured his length in seconds; her lips shortly after. Kelly’s intuition was rarely wrong. Samantha was ready to take full advantage.  

Her mouth was charting the new tool like a cartographer. Finding the beginning and end of every ridge. Tracing each protruding vein like it led to treasure. Full focus on the task. Except for her right hand. It had gripped Kelly’s golden hair as soon as she got close enough. Shoved her pretty face back to the void left from Julian’s tongue. Without ever acknowledging her presence.  

Soft moans started escaping between Sam’s lips and Julian’s throbbing length. Kelly had done it before, drunkenly on a college hook up. Even without it around her neck, the jewelry guided her toward the exact motions to satisfy Samantha. She noticed it. Felt it.  

Julian’s voice cracked through, like the spell was broken for a fleeting moment. “Stunning Ladies... Samantha... How did you...”  

A gag jolted the room. Samantha had forced Julian’s entire girth down her throat. Forcing his words into a maze they’d never escape. He grunted like he took a blow to his kidney. Yelled an expletive and turned toward his instinctual responses.  

His hands ripped at her dress, tearing the thin straps from the rest of the dress. It flung to the side in pieces, revealing Samantha’s round chest to the feral animal Julian was becoming.  

Kelly’s eyes darted up toward the scene unfurling in front of her. Samantha was doing it. She could become her pledge. She had seen enough. She was ready to end it. Samantha wouldn’t remember her first time. Kelly didn’t.  

Kelly’s soft hands crawled up her friend's core. Lifted her weight to straddle her hips and reach toward the soft glow emitted from her emerald. Julian’s hand found her shoulder. The power behind it was unexpected. The hard thud from the wooden floors even more so.  

Her mind was already calculating as she pushed herself off the carpet. Wait for the right moment. Take it back before it goes further. She got to her knees and saw the green-eyed goddess already taking the heavy cock with a passionate laugh.  

“Too slow Kelly. I’m not done with him yet.”  

Her voice twisted with triumphant contempt. Her hands lifted over her head. Accentuating the pink capped curves on her chest. The soft bounce of the green necklace with every strong thrust. Julian’s face was stone. An athlete focused on his gold medal heat.  

Kelly’s plan had come to fruition. Her friend was using the emerald to take power over a man. She could accept the pledge. Do everything Kelly did last year.  

The images of Samantha taking a thick heavy cock were being burned into her head. This is what she told herself she wanted. This is what she needed to do to be a member.  

The strokes were consistent, deep, and doing things to her best friend that made Kelly envious of her. Made her upset, she brought her here. Made her want to compete... Notice it. Try to suppress it. She kept repeating Abigail’s instructions in her head.  

It was easier to set it aside. Once it was noticed. Once Kelly understood it wasn’t her. It was the emerald. She stood at the side of the bed, removed her dress in one quick motion, and attempted to speak in a tone that proved she didn’t need the jewelry. 

"Samantha. Give me the necklace.” 

“After... He... Makes... Me...” Sam burst into a long lingering chuckle. “Yes Chef! Make me.... uhm.... right... there... yes...” Samantha’s body lifted from the mattress like she was possessed. The necklace lifted millimeters off her skin and forced a loud shriek out of her throat.  

Julian was a machine. Not even slowing through the eviscerating orgasm ripping through her core. Samantha threw her arms around Julian’s back and pulled herself close to him. The necklace smashed between their skin and Julian’s voice returned. Differently. 

“You’ve treated me like a servant. Forcing me to make you dinner. Satisfy your cravings. Show up at your door in the middle of the night. Fulfill your every desire.” His arms spun Samantha. Shoved her flat on the mattress and yanked the necklace from her skin in one sudden motion. Julian held the emerald in his palm, closed his hand around it and held it above the naked quivering girl still recovering from her climax. “Now it’s my turn.”  

His eyes shot to the blonde beside the bed; it was too late. That first night flashed before Kelly’s eyes. It flooded back to her like a desert thunderstorm. Her body reacted to Abigail’s commands before she could even process them. The power. The control she had over her mind, soul and body. But now it wasn’t coming from a motherly figure. It was coming from the strange man she barely knew.  

A fidgeting lump of fear was lodged in her throat. Yet her hand reached for his. Felt the strong grip. The force behind his pull. Kelly was beside her friend. The powerful chef switching between them. His width filled her. Pain and pleasure mixing in a dangerous cocktail. It didn't take long for her body to accept him. Her mind already had.  

Samantha’s innocent stare rolled over, almost in shock at the act being performed in front of her. She didn’t protest. She watched. Intently. 

Kelly tried to stop it. The heat in her core spread like flaming oil. The sensation in her legs shook their way all the way up her frame, out her arms and into her hands. It was returning. That feeling. Kelly tried to compartmentalize it. Put it in a little box far away. 

It didn’t hold. The orgasm broke out of her little box. Kelly erupted into streams of fragmented words and sounds. Her hands tried to grab anything around her. The firm chest flexing in front of her. The strong biceps strained and locked while the rest of Julian’s body had his way with her. They got corralled by Julian’s grip. Forcing her hands together. Pinned above her head. There was a look from Julian like she had just told him no. 

“This one will be together... It’s always more powerful together.”  

Kelly could only nod silently to the rasping voice that created goosebumps in their wake. Samantha didn’t blink once. Every second of attention drawn to the muscular frame powering over her friend. The reaction of Kelly’s body to each connection. The way her mouth gapped and trembled. The defeat and submission as her face closed and scrunched into a ball.  

Kelly lost it. Groaned and let her body buck; trying to break from the grip holding her down. Her legs kicked at nothing, her toes curled and nearly touched her heel.  

Julian released her. Stood above the two women and kept his hand sliding along his shaft in a blur of speed. The emerald pulsed green in his hand; only Kelly noticed. Samantha was frozen looking at the pulsing shaft right above her. Line after line, warm on their skin. Julian had slammed his eyes shut and screamed louder than Kelly thought he could.  

Then he collapsed. Released the gem. Let his body fall on top of pledge and mentor.  

Kelly’s thoughts were scrambled. Random fragments of Abigail’s teachings running through her head. Don’t let it out of your sight. Don’t let anyone use it. Do. Not. Lose. It. She needed it back.   

The orgasm nearly started again as she felt the warmth return to her skin. Let the cold gold hang around her neck, then slowly reheat her body. Kelly smiled. Looked over at the bewildered grin trying to set itself free on Sam’s face.  

Samantha mouthed three words. ‘What was that?’ 

Morning. She would tell her everything in the morning. Right now, Kelly was exhausted. She needed sleep. To reset. To recover.  

Kelly Thompson

Kelly Thompson felt the Emerald necklace warm on her skin. Even in the chilled ocean breeze it never lost that warmth. Not only beautiful, it unlocked confidence that she didn’t know was buried deep inside of her. Abigail said it was power; it should never be removed or trusted in the hands of others. Kelly hadn’t even gotten the chance to use it in the short weeks since it had been given.  

“Trust me Sam. This place is everything we’ve dreamed of. Abigail brought me here last year. You’re in for a treat.” 

Kelly led her childhood friend through the little courtyard lined with palm trees. Light orange flames flicked in the subtle breeze. The fragrant oil from the tiki torches was spreading across the resort like a fog. Two sleek flowing dresses draped across the girls’ frames like they had been tailored. Samantha was still hesitant to accept all the gifts they found waiting in their room.  

Sam grabbed Kelly’s wrist and stopped her in her tracks. “How are you paying for this? What did you do?” 

Kelly couldn't hide her wide smile. “Don’t worry too much, just enjoy it. You won’t have to open your wallet all week. Swear.”  

“You randomly show up at my door after dropping off the face of the Earth for the past year. Then magically whisk me away from everything in a private jet to some island in... where even are we?”  

“The Caribbean. I told you; I can’t explain until the last day. Don't ruin this; we used to daydream about trips like this.” Kelly flipped her blonde hair and bounded into the restaurant patio like she owned the place. She could feel the power radiating from the necklace as the looks weren’t very subtle from men and women alike.  

Samantha couldn’t help but laugh to herself. She had followed Kelly into parties and concerts alike that had seemed too good to be true. Yet every time they had some crazy adventure, some guy did exactly what Kelly asked, and they returned to their lives like nothing happened. This time felt different, but Sam couldn’t place it.  

Kelly’s excited squeal drew glares from nearby tables. She ran over and gave one of the two girls a big hug. Nearly complete opposites, Veronica was smiley and welcoming. Her Emerald necklace was similar to Kelly’s. Charlotte, the quiet and reserved goddess, appeared to be judging everyone around her. High cheekbones, a cute, pointed nose and strong jaw; Charlotte was gorgeous. Nobody would ever deny that, she always received compliments on her looks... just not much else. 

Kelly was still wary of Charlotte but truly admired Veronica. She was the one who worked so closely with Kelly during her pledge. Helped teach her, mold her into the more confident butterfly that emerged. Now Kelly gets to nominate Samantha, bring her oldest friend into a world she couldn’t even imagine.  

“Ladies...” Kelly held out a flat hand toward her slender friend. “This is Samantha. We have been best friends since elementary school. She was about to study at some fancy Ivy league college all summer before I snatched her up.” 

“Stanford isn’t an Ivy league Kelly; and I’m still going after this little trip.” Samantha shook hands with each women. Nervously brushed her black hair behind her ears and sat down politely. “How do you both know Kelly?” 

Veronica spoke first. Her height was hidden while she was seated. Nearly six foot with long blonde hair, her shoulders were strong and her hands rough from labor. Her voice came out so fast and cheery it was almost hard to understand her.  

“My mentor introduced us last year. She got to come visit my family’s ranch; we hit it off immediately and haven’t gone for more than a few days without speaking since.” She took a breath to look over at Kelly and shared a soft smile. “We have quite a bit in common.”  

Charlotte was quiet, studying the girls from behind her glass of cabernet. She waited for a sharp elbow nudge before letting her words flow out slowly.  

“The three of us share a mentor. That’s it.” Brunette hair cascaded down the front of both shoulders, falling carefully, almost deliberately around her ears. Her brown eyes carried a subtle hint of red that had always intrigued Kelly. Like a small ember in a dark cave. Kelly couldn’t help but wonder what she was hiding; it always seemed like something.  

“Oh, Charlotte. Don’t be so crass.” Veronica put on hand gently on Samantha’s which seemed to jolt subtly. “She's here on business. She has a client to show around tomorrow. We were lucky enough to get her to tag along tonight.”  

A little smirk from Charlotte was all that she responded with before looking deeper into the menu. Kelly ordered another bottle of wine to Samantha’s surprise. Kelly had always been able to skirt around legal drinking ages but doing it at a resort such as this seemed reckless. Kelly knew it wouldn’t be an issue. This past year she had learned her ways of convincing people were not only natural; they were a skill she was still but a novice in.  

“I think I forgot my ID. No wine for me tonight.” Samantha’s voice carried a light vibration of satisfaction. Kelly laughed; she wasn’t going to let her friend stay sober for long. 

“They won’t ask for it. Order whatever you want, this bottle is just for me.” Kelly’s eyebrows rose quickly before she laughed louder and looked over the menu. “Oooo should we get the table side options? Steak, fish, caviar? Sam? Have you ever had caviar?”  

“No.” A sheepish little word that made a soft rose crawl up her neck and plant itself on her cheeks. “I don’t need anything fancy. Maybe just a salad.”  

“Nope. Not this trip. All or nothing Sam.” Kelly had already finished a glass of wine and waved down the waiter. “Start us with the caviar service. That one.” Kelly’s perfectly polished crimson fingernail pointed at the most expensive option. “I can’t pronounce it so it must be amazing.”  

The waiter took the rest of the girl's orders. Asking questions and guiding them through it. Steaks, lobster and more wine. Kelly was going to savor every moment of this trip; starting with a decadent meal. Kelly knew it wasn’t supposed to be about her, not entirely anyways. Samantha was her choice as a pledge; she needed to convince her to accept it. There was no one else she could trust. 

The girls made their way through the first courses. A delighted cheer when they saw a handsome chef making his way to their table. He looked like an athlete that decided on a career change. Tall, muscular, dark blonde hair combed into a shallow wave. Kelly felt an idea spark in her head, a quick glance at her old friend, and she could see she was failing at her attempt to conceal any interest.  

“Good evening, ladies. My name is Chef Julian. I have the pleasure of carving your dover sole table side. Who is the lucky lady?” 

Samantha tried to hide from the girls' glances. Kelly didn’t let her sit quietly for long, nudging and winking at her friend with little to no subtlety. Samantha sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear before looking up at the man in all white. She raised her hand barely above the table’s edge. 

“I ordered it.”  

“Wonderful. One of my favorite fish, we fly them in from England every week.”  

Kelly’s eyes were glued to the large rough hands the chef was using to scrape his knife against a honing steel. He gently set down the rod, tightened his grip along the handle of the knife and began to slice at the fish.  

Kelly wasn’t even watching the performance. She felt her plan starting to fall into place as the bashful green-eyed girl passed a strand of hair behind her ear for the third time in a minute. Samantha hadn’t let her gaze drop from the chef’s. She wasn’t watching the fish, or the strong hands preparing it. Only the concentrated smile on the rugged face that lightened every time he looked at her.  

“Do you do private dinners?” 

Kelly blurted it out before retreating to hide behind her glass of wine. A playful smirk made Samantha blush and act like she saw something interesting out over the balcony.  

“For the right price. Are you all staying at the resort with us?” 

“We have an Airbnb down the street. We heard the food here was made by some hot chef and had to find out. Are you free tomorrow night?”  

The chef responded after a light cough. “I am actually.” He fumbled in his pocket and set a business card into Kelly’s soft hands. He nearly jumped at the slight contact of their fingers before composing himself. A quick pour of sauce and he bowed and pushed his cart back to the kitchen.  

Samantha slapped the blonde’s shoulder and tried to hide from the other girl’s laughs. Kelly shrugged and finished the little splash of wine left in her glass. “What? He’s hot. Samantha could use a vacation fling.” 

“I’m fine, Kelly. I don’t.” 

“How long has it been? Huh? Two years still?” 

“Shut up.” Her lips couldn't stop from curling into a wide smile. “I just have better self-control than you.” 

“Tell her ladies. Sex is... liberating.”  

“With the right people. At the right time.”  

“Don’t be so ominous Charlotte. You’ll scare the poor girl.”  

Samantha had stayed nervously quiet, but her eyes were wide and darting between each lady with subtle glances back toward the kitchen. Her thoughts jumped all over the place, nervous that Kelly wasn’t just teasing; she was scheming again. The dinner was winding down, the empty plates were being removed, and Kelly’s cheery voice started to carry a touch of exaggerated drawl from the wine. 

“This creme bruleeeee is tablessideee Ssaammm...”  

“I don’t need dessert; aren’t we going to some club tonight?” 

Charlotte answered quickly. “It doesn’t even open until 11. Get the dessert. Flirt with the chef. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Her posture moved forward, almost challenging her in front of the group.  

“C’mon honey.” Veronica’s hand settled onto Sam’s, stopping her little quiver. “If you fail, you’ll never see him or anyone at this place again. Don’t be scared to make a fool of yourself. Have fun with it.”  

The server approached and started pitching their different dessert options. He was delighted to share the more expensive tableside option; Kelly made sure to specifically request the same chef.  

The little cart rattled through the restaurant and the Chef’s eyes seemed only to be looking at Samantha until he arrived next to the group of women. He greeted each; Kelly’s flirty look lingering longer than any others.  

He lit the little dish on fire, sprinkled some cinnamon and citrus to make a fancy little show of sparks and began to push his cart away. Samantha’s voice finally cracked out before he could get far.  

“Thank you Julian.”  

He turned and offered a warm smile and pushed the cart back into the kitchen. 

“That’s it? Thank you?” Kelly was poking her friend in the abdomen. “I have his number. We can call him later after you’ve had a few drinks.”  

The girls all teased and prodded at her bashfulness. Something they weren’t always accustomed to seeing anymore. They gathered into a taxi and headed toward the club. More teasing and jokes about Samantha calling him from the taxi, how the three-day rule doesn’t apply to women, she could have him at the Airbnb tonight if she wanted. It was almost becoming too much for her.  

Kelly pulled on her arm as they got out, keeping her outside the club while the other two women went to get their table.  

“I know we can be a little much. It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything with him. I just think it would be fun for you. He’s hot right?” 

“He is... I don’t know. I’m sorry. Just feel weird, I’ve never hooked up on a first date, or even in the first month.”  

“Here, take this. It always seems to help me feel better.” Kelly lifted the emerald necklace off her, tied it around Samantha’s neck, squeezed her shoulders, and admired her friend's new look. “The green in your eyes just pops now. Damn girl.”  

The two old friends giggled and walked up to the bouncer. Samantha was pulling out her ID and went to give it to him. He waved her off. “Go ahead ladies. Enjoy your night.”  

Samantha didn’t make it very far inside before a handsome man offered his hand and tried to take her to the dancefloor. She denied and continued to follow Kelly. They made their way around the groups of people, unable to completely hear each other over the loud music.  

Kelly saw Charlotte and Veronica sitting at a roped off table; a few bottles and mixers already spread across the marble. She tapped Kelly and nearly had to yell into her ear.  

“That’s the most expensive table in the house. Seriously, Kelly. What is going on with you?” 

“Touch the necklace. Go find someone to dance with, call the chef. Have fun.” Kelly grabbed her face by squeezing both of her cheeks with her palms. “Get out of your head.”  

Samantha nodded, took a shot with the other ladies, and followed Charlotte off to the dance floor. Veronica and Kelly were left alone at the table, pouring a little vodka soda.  

“You think she can handle being your pledge?” 

“Give her time. She will open up...” 

“You don’t have anyone else, do you?” 

“Of course I do. I just wanted Samantha to get first chance.” Kelly turned away to start pouring some vodka into the glass of orange juice she had corralled.  

“Don’t try and hide things from the Ennead Kelly. They always figure it out. Ask Abigail.” 

“She’s been my friend ever since I can remember. Across all the different families that took me in, she always found me. I trust her. She will figure it out. She’s smart. She’s hot. Look at her.” Samantha and Charlotte were donning big smiles, hands in the air between a group of muscular men. 

“It’s the necklace. She shouldn't really have it now... Once it begins. You won't even see her until the end.” 

“I remember Veronica. I just did it last year... I beat that other girl; the one everyone told me I couldn’t.”  

“You got lucky. Abigail really likes you... don’t fuck it up.”  

Samantha had made it back over to the table, she picked up another shot. Slid over between the two girls and finally showed signs of letting loose. Her hands held up her phone, snapped a selfie of the three girls and she began texting rapidly. 

“Who are you sending that to?” Veronica was leaning over trying to read it. 

“That hot chef. Think he will make us dessert at our place tonight?” 

“Finally!” Kelly’s voice burst into a happy shout. The necklace didn’t change people’s personalities; it just helped push them toward the source of its power. “Let’s do another with more cleavage.”  

The girls cackled together and readjusted themselves for another, and sent it off again.  

“He responded! That was fast... He asked what ingredients we have.” Samantha had an idea already typing into her phone. She looked up at the other girls like she was expecting an applause. “I told him. Four women. One hot chef.”  

The laughter felt charged. Charlotte and Veronica were studying Samantha’s newfound confidence. Kelly’s little smile hid a mountain of pride behind it. The sound seemed to be sucked from the venue; quiet glances dashed between each of their faces. Kelly finally spoke up. 

“Then let’s go Girl!” She stood, lifted Samantha’s hand, and tried to drag her through the club. The two girls bounded into a cab without even noticing their friends staying behind. Kelly and Samantha slid into the back of a yellow cab and checked the phone again. The chef responded. ‘Address?’ 

The growing cackle of laughter forced a smile from the cab driver. Kelly’s hand was around her friends' shoulders, leaning over and watching her send off her response. Her jawline caught her eye, the way it moved when she smirked and looked back into Kelly’s eyes.  

Samantha was stunning when she put in effort. Kelly knew this but never really saw her as a threat, or a partner. In the cab she suddenly saw her as something else. Something she never thought about her... Feelings... Desires... the lack of control from staring down the top of her dress. The way Sam’s perfume tickled her nose. The way the emerald seemed to glow every time she glanced at it.  

Kelly pushed herself to the other side of the cab. Shook her head and let it rest on the cool window. Samantha was still focused on her phone, a little giggle, and more typing every few minutes. Kelly had to suppress a draw in her hands, to snatch the necklace back, take control on the entire evening. Patience. Abigail always preached patience.  

Samantha’s door opened right as the cab came to a stop. She was strutting out toward the front door like paparazzi lined the cobblestone walkway. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and flashed a grin back at Kelly before turning back to greet the handsome chef from dinner.  

He had arrived before them. His stance was defensive. Arms crossed behind his back. Maybe just trying to look professional. It all melted away as Samantha approached. A smile filled his wide face, his heavy arms relaxed to his side, and he bent slightly to take Sam’s hand in his. He kneeled, kissed the back of it and barely noticed Kelly walking up beside her.  

“Am I making dessert for both of you?”  

He looked like he was proposing. A dumb grin that still wouldn’t acknowledge the blonde he had shot flirty eyes to all dinner. Samantha’s voice rang softly through the ocean breeze. 

“She’ll do whatever I tell her.” Her leg lifted and rested her thigh on the chef’s shoulder. The sleek dress slipped back to her hips, revealing her inner thigh to Julian. His lips moved toward it with a magnetic pull. He was kissing down and back up. Generating powerful snickers from her glossed lips.  

Kelly ignored her friend's comment. Opened the door and tried to usher them in. A soft slap on Sam’s foot snapped them from their trance. They both laughed and stood. Sam dragged her eyes all over the chef’s arms. Strong. Defined. She wanted him to carry her, a soft glance, and he seemed to read her mind.  

Julian slid one hand under her knees, the other catching her shoulders as she fell. He carried her inside and followed Kelly into the master bedroom down the hall. Kelly tried to instruct, but his eyes never left the women in his arms. Sam’s eyes seemed to match the necklace in the dark room. A soft glow of green, like a panther stalking its prey in the pitch-black jungle.  

He set her on the bed and began licking her feet while taking off the black heels. Kelly took a seat in the corner. She planned on being involved, directing, helping Sam take the lead. It didn’t appear her services were required. Julian followed the unspoken commands. Sam was able to control his focus with simple flicks of her wrists, soft gestures with a finger and changing the pitch of her quiet grunts.   

The first time Abigail showed her, let her feel the power of the emerald... It was like understanding nuclear physics after a Sunday school lesson. There were no instructions required. You could do it. Or not.  

There was a shift in the room. The only sound a soft cadence of lips smacking on skin. Samantha eventually looked at Kelly, like their roles had finally been reversed. She grabbed a handful of light brown hair and pushed the experienced tongue between her thighs. A soft whimper. A low rumble of a laugh trying to start its engine; then a deep drum of throaty chuckles.  

“I can’t believe I’ve never had a chef eat my cunt.” A sharp whine burst and settled into a seductive little smirk. Samantha was feeling power. The bliss. Everything that came along wi-. “Kelly.” 

She felt it in her throat. Dropping down to her chest. Lodging itself in an uncomfortable place. It sounded like Abigail. The command slammed into her like a bolt from a ballista. Made her breath flutter in her lungs. Forced her body to shudder out any resistance.  

“Come take his place. I’d like to see what swings between his legs.”  

Kelly’s body moved before her head reacted. Notice it. Even if you can’t stop it. Her mentor's voice. coaching her still; present or not.  

Julian had kneeled next to Sam’s eager mouth. Her eyes devoured his length in seconds; her lips shortly after. Kelly’s intuition was rarely wrong. Samantha was ready to take full advantage.  

Her mouth was charting the new tool like a cartographer. Finding the beginning and end of every ridge. Tracing each protruding vein like it led to treasure. Full focus on the task. Except for her right hand. It had gripped Kelly’s golden hair as soon as she got close enough. Shoved her pretty face back to the void left from Julian’s tongue. Without ever acknowledging her presence.  

Soft moans started escaping between Sam’s lips and Julian’s throbbing length. Kelly had done it before, drunkenly on a college hook up. Even without it around her neck, the jewelry guided her toward the exact motions to satisfy Samantha. She noticed it. Felt it.  

Julian’s voice cracked through, like the spell was broken for a fleeting moment. “Stunning Ladies... Samantha... How did you...”  

A gag jolted the room. Samantha had forced Julian’s entire girth down her throat. Forcing his words into a maze they’d never escape. He grunted like he took a blow to his kidney. Yelled an expletive and turned toward his instinctual responses.  

His hands ripped at her dress, tearing the thin straps from the rest of the dress. It flung to the side in pieces, revealing Samantha’s round chest to the feral animal Julian was becoming.  

Kelly’s eyes darted up toward the scene unfurling in front of her. Samantha was doing it. She could become her pledge. She had seen enough. She was ready to end it. Samantha wouldn’t remember her first time. Kelly didn’t.  

Kelly’s soft hands crawled up her friend's core. Lifted her weight to straddle her hips and reach toward the soft glow emitted from her emerald. Julian’s hand found her shoulder. The power behind it was unexpected. The hard thud from the wooden floors even more so.  

Her mind was already calculating as she pushed herself off the carpet. Wait for the right moment. Take it back before it goes further. She got to her knees and saw the green-eyed goddess already taking the heavy cock with a passionate laugh.  

“Too slow Kelly. I’m not done with him yet.”  

Her voice twisted with triumphant contempt. Her hands lifted over her head. Accentuating the pink capped curves on her chest. The soft bounce of the green necklace with every strong thrust. Julian’s face was stone. An athlete focused on his gold medal heat.  

Kelly’s plan had come to fruition. Her friend was using the emerald to take power over a man. She could accept the pledge. Do everything Kelly did last year.  

The images of Samantha taking a thick heavy cock were being burned into her head. This is what she told herself she wanted. This is what she needed to do to be a member.  

The strokes were consistent, deep, and doing things to her best friend that made Kelly envious of her. Made her upset, she brought her here. Made her want to compete... Notice it. Try to suppress it. She kept repeating Abigail’s instructions in her head.  

It was easier to set it aside. Once it was noticed. Once Kelly understood it wasn’t her. It was the emerald. She stood at the side of the bed, removed her dress in one quick motion, and attempted to speak in a tone that proved she didn’t need the jewelry. 

"Samantha. Give me the necklace.” 

“After... He... Makes... Me...” Sam burst into a long lingering chuckle. “Yes Chef! Make me.... uhm.... right... there... yes...” Samantha’s body lifted from the mattress like she was possessed. The necklace lifted millimeters off her skin and forced a loud shriek out of her throat.  

Julian was a machine. Not even slowing through the eviscerating orgasm ripping through her core. Samantha threw her arms around Julian’s back and pulled herself close to him. The necklace smashed between their skin and Julian’s voice returned. Differently. 

“You’ve treated me like a servant. Forcing me to make you dinner. Satisfy your cravings. Show up at your door in the middle of the night. Fulfill your every desire.” His arms spun Samantha. Shoved her flat on the mattress and yanked the necklace from her skin in one sudden motion. Julian held the emerald in his palm, closed his hand around it and held it above the naked quivering girl still recovering from her climax. “Now it’s my turn.”  

His eyes shot to the blonde beside the bed; it was too late. That first night flashed before Kelly’s eyes. It flooded back to her like a desert thunderstorm. Her body reacted to Abigail’s commands before she could even process them. The power. The control she had over her mind, soul and body. But now it wasn’t coming from a motherly figure. It was coming from the strange man she barely knew.  

A fidgeting lump of fear was lodged in her throat. Yet her hand reached for his. Felt the strong grip. The force behind his pull. Kelly was beside her friend. The powerful chef switching between them. His width filled her. Pain and pleasure mixing in a dangerous cocktail. It didn't take long for her body to accept him. Her mind already had.  

Samantha’s innocent stare rolled over, almost in shock at the act being performed in front of her. She didn’t protest. She watched. Intently. 

Kelly tried to stop it. The heat in her core spread like flaming oil. The sensation in her legs shook their way all the way up her frame, out her arms and into her hands. It was returning. That feeling. Kelly tried to compartmentalize it. Put it in a little box far away. 

It didn’t hold. The orgasm broke out of her little box. Kelly erupted into streams of fragmented words and sounds. Her hands tried to grab anything around her. The firm chest flexing in front of her. The strong biceps strained and locked while the rest of Julian’s body had his way with her. They got corralled by Julian’s grip. Forcing her hands together. Pinned above her head. There was a look from Julian like she had just told him no. 

“This one will be together... It’s always more powerful together.”  

Kelly could only nod silently to the rasping voice that created goosebumps in their wake. Samantha didn’t blink once. Every second of attention drawn to the muscular frame powering over her friend. The reaction of Kelly’s body to each connection. The way her mouth gapped and trembled. The defeat and submission as her face closed and scrunched into a ball.  

Kelly lost it. Groaned and let her body buck; trying to break from the grip holding her down. Her legs kicked at nothing, her toes curled and nearly touched her heel.  

Julian released her. Stood above the two women and kept his hand sliding along his shaft in a blur of speed. The emerald pulsed green in his hand; only Kelly noticed. Samantha was frozen looking at the pulsing shaft right above her. Line after line, warm on their skin. Julian had slammed his eyes shut and screamed louder than Kelly thought he could.  

Then he collapsed. Released the gem. Let his body fall on top of pledge and mentor.  

Kelly’s thoughts were scrambled. Random fragments of Abigail’s teachings running through her head. Don’t let it out of your sight. Don’t let anyone use it. Do. Not. Lose. It. She needed it back.   

The orgasm nearly started again as she felt the warmth return to her skin. Let the cold gold hang around her neck, then slowly reheat her body. Kelly smiled. Looked over at the bewildered grin trying to set itself free on Sam’s face.  

Samantha mouthed three words. ‘What was that?’ 

Morning. She would tell her everything in the morning. Right now, Kelly was exhausted. She needed sleep. To reset. To recover.  

This story is from my wife and me in our early days. Before we started getting too adventurous. Before we were married or had kids. We found a love of travel, planning trips all over the world in the first months we were together. We decided on an easy road trip as our first major test together. Disneyland in California. It felt like a good choice for a new couple and Jessica had an ‘Auntie’ who lived there.  

This ‘Auntie’ wasn’t actually related to her. Her name was Blanca; she worked with my wife at the resort her first year and they grew close. She would always comment on our social media posts to come visit her with Jessica’s 'new man.’ One day, we finally took her up on it.  

We drove 15 or 16 hours through the night and reached her house in the early afternoon. It was my first time meeting her, she moved out here before I took the summer job at the resort many moons ago. She was maybe 40, Mom bod that still looked great. A big bubbly Latina that made everyone laugh around her. She was very welcoming.   

We slept early that first night after an early dinner. Jessica and Blanca stayed up late, drinking wine and watching dumb shows. I could hear laughter from across the house until I finally fell asleep. I was woken up by my drunk wife, sneaking into bed with me. Still being in a new relationship my early twenties mind tried to convince her for a late night romp. It might have been fun, but my wife was passed out within minutes of her drunken teases.   

We went to Disney early the next morning. Out of the house by 6, we were basically first in line to get in. The day was long, hot, and filled with a ton of fun. We rode rides, ate food and shopped. Both girls ended up leaving with bags of gifts and souvenirs for friends and family.   

We stayed until the fireworks and then made the long trek back to Blanca’s house. I showered, said my goodnights and the girls ended up on the couch watching again.   

Once again, the door creaked open late at night and my drunken wife crept in. Her words weren’t slurring as much, her motions not as chaotic. Her rear snuggled up to me, then her neck twisted and she whispered.  

“I didn’t drink as much tonight...”   

“So?”  

“Blanca did... we could... you know.... be quiet.”  

The green light. We quietly removed our bottoms, spun around and kissed. The smacking of our lips seemed loud in the quiet house. The laughter from earlier reminded me how far the sound traveled here.  

Our breathing got louder, my wife rolled onto her back, and I climbed on top of her. Even just getting into position made the older bed springs creak. Keeping our voices down wasn’t the hard part, we had done similar things with our roommates back home. Our bed didn’t creak like this one. Every single motion sounded like the bed was letting out a mechanical sigh.   

Once we had started, we couldn’t stop. If I had known the bed made that much noise, I wouldn’t have done it. I didn't want her to hear us, to think poorly of me. Jessica’s playful smirk made it even harder.   

“What? Scared to get caught?”   

I thrust into her a little harder, not only a loud creak, but the loose headboard became apparent. It slammed into the wall once. Forcing me to freeze and grab it with one hand. Her grin was only getting wider. Her hands ran down my sides and grabbed my butt. She tried to push me into her. I resisted at first, trying not to make any more noise, or at least push the creaks further apart.   

My weight pushed forward and held the headboard against the wall. My next thrust still produced that metallic cry. Jessica closed her eyes and whimpered. Her nails dug into my cheeks, then worked around my hips, up my chest. I could feel her frustration building as each thrust made her more impatient. Still seconds apart, I couldn’t risk that rhythmic rock of springs everyone recognized.   

I just slid in and out as slowly and quietly as I could. Somehow, the pleasure continued to grow. Every nerve in my body appeared to be shut off except the ones along my shaft. We tried to show our bliss in the way we contorted our faces. Biting lips, shrinking eyes, folding foreheads. Jessica pulled me into her again, trying to make me go faster.  

“Harder Johnny. Fuck me harder.”  

“We can’t Jess... shit...”  

“She’s asleep... she won't know... pleaseeeeee... I want it...”  

I could feel her walls clenching around me every time she emphasized a word. Her mouth gaped, trying to show me how much she loved it without screaming. Her face creased downward, crinkled, and opened back up.  

I forced the headboard against the wall and held it there with my body weight. I let my hips crash into her a little faster, a little deeper. Her smile grew, her moans becoming audible. My other free hand covered her mouth. I was in the awkward position with one leg up, thrusting in while both of my hands tried to stop every sound we were making.   

The headboard lightly tapped against the wall. My restraint was waning. My desire not to get caught evaporating. I felt the start of my orgasm and pushed through. The last two minutes of us trying to get in some sneaky sex was not quiet or graceful. It became a mess of creaky springs, moans breaking through the cracks and giggles that never seemed to end.   

After our pace slowed and the quiet resettled in the room we just stared into each other’s red faces. There was no other sound in the house, no other movement. More laughter snuck up on us. Jessica snuck away to the restroom and rejoined me shortly after.   

We woke up and had breakfast on the way to Disney again the next day. Blanca made no signs that she heard anything the night prior. Jessica and I teased each other all day about our sexy rendezvous. Who liked it more, who started it. Jessica denied all of it, but we both knew.   

We didn’t stay for fireworks that day, Jessica and I were driving back home early the next morning. We got back to her house in the early afternoon. Jessica snuck away to start packing for us while I helped Blanca unload the car. We settled in the kitchen with her offering me a beer. I wasn’t even halfway through it when Jessica poked her head out of the guest bedroom door.  

“Hey, Johnny. Can you help me pack?”  

I hurried in with beer in hand, set it down and found the suitcase already loaded and organized. Jessica shut the door and locked it. Her seductive little smirk lit up her face. It was early enough in our relationship that I don’t think I could have ever said no when she initiated, especially because it didn’t happen very often. I did try to say no. She was literally making dinner less than 20 feet from us with only thin walls between us.  

Jessica didn’t say anything. She just removed her pants, pulled down on my jeans and shoved me to the floor. A light whisper and my cock was aching.   

“On the floor. It’s quieter. Don’t take too long... Don’t want our host to get suspicious.”  

I laid flat on my back; rough carpet scraped against my rear. My shaft pointed straight up and Jessica lowered herself onto it. She didn’t even let our skin touch, slow little bounces producing only a wet sliding noise.   

Her exhale was a little loud. She tried to cover her mouth while her eyes widened, short bursts of air still forcing out of her nose. I pushed up slightly, the first brush with exhibitionism sending tidal waves of pleasure that I couldn’t fully let loose. I kept my mouth shut tightly, focused on my breathing, and watched my wife crash onto my chest.   

She kept her ass moving, taking me, forcing her low groans into my ear only loud enough for me to hear. I don’t even know if she finished, but I told her I was close and she begged me to finish. To fill her up while her Auntie made us dinner. How she had no idea what we were doing, how naughty we were being.   

It was my first glimpse into my wife’s dirty side. The added thrill that turned a simple sexual encounter into something more, something hot, something we wanted to do again. We didn’t do anything crazier than that for a long time. But we used it as fuel, dirty-talking and role-playing similar situations over the years.   

We recently found old picture/text conversations from our dating years. Fun naughty pictures we sent each other as well as us ranking our top 5 times having sex. This was my wife's number 1 ranking when we had been dating for 5 years. It stood as our favorite moment for a long time.   

 

Previous Parts

“You love this don’t you?” 

Tory stood naked, digging through her bag. She pulled out a few bagels and a cast iron pan. Some bacon and eggs from her cooler and she started heating up the pan on the fire. I’d managed to grind some beans and set up the cowboy coffee.  

“What? Showing off for you?” She shook her chest slightly, turning and doing the same with her rear.  

“All of it. Being up here, roughing it, planning your next calculated move.”  

“This place centers me. Calms me. Reminds me of how simple the world can be. You know...” Tory laughed to herself quietly. “You’re the first person I’ve brought up here since a high school boyfriend. And Julie, but she was only here because of you.”  

“I’m honored.” 

“You should be. Now.” Her smile stopped her words. “Would you stop staring at me with those puppy dog eyes?” 

“No.” I kissed her, a short peck on her lips. Turning to pour us our coffee as I heard her continue. 

“We don’t discuss anything about our plan outside of the cabin. No texts, no app, no office visit.”  

“The app gives them access to our phones, doesn’t it?”  

“Yes. I’ve tested it a few times. Yours is turned off right?”  

“It is. Can they listen from it too?”  

“I don’t think so, but better to be safe.” 

“Wasn’t one of the first pieces of advice you gave me not to try and deceive Ma’am and Sir?”  

“That was for their benefit. If you haven’t figured it out, my house is bugged. Probably cameras too. The cost of them buying it for me.”  

“They watch you at your home?” 

“Not when I’m alone, but parties, the dungeon, anytime there are players over, they watch.” 

“But not here?” 

“They don’t know about it. Nobody does really.” 

“Who do you think watches the game?” 

“I’ve met one.” Tory finished our little bagel sandwiches. A smear of siracha to tie them all together. “Her name. Well at least the name she told me was Diamond.” 

“Was she a stripper?” 

“No.” My favorite little quick snicker escaped again. She didn’t suppress it; just let it sit as she smiled at me. “It’s an alias, like Whip or Cane. She sponsored me my first year. She gave me the house, the dungeon, made sure my work life was good. She explained the game, how to score the most points, get the most perks.” 

“And how do you do that?” 

“By doing the unexpected. Nobody watching would have guessed you would fumble me so soon. Diamond probably made a fortune when I told her about it.” 

“They bet on it?”  

“And buy nights with their favorites. Diamond might visit you at some point. Especially if you stay at the top. She likes you.” 

“Is she hot?” 

Tory slapped my arm and took a bite of her sandwich. We finished eating, a calm, quiet morning as we let our eyes do the rest of the talking. We packed up and started hiking back toward her jeep. It was a long drive back; she told me more insider information on the game while we finalized our plan. Get close to Nora, score a bunch of points, and keep a core group around me. It shouldn’t be too hard, especially if we get Billy on the team. I wonder if Julie nominated him yet. 

Julie, Billy, Oscar. Maybe Marisol, hell maybe April. If I can keep them all with me and scoring points, when I turn on Nora, I can recover fine. I was already dreading it; I liked Nora. I wonder if she was already planning her move after me?  

Tory dropped me off at the corner of the little town. It made sense, not wanting to be caught together by anyone. It would take me an hour to walk home or so; at least it wasn’t too cold today.  

“Any last words of wisdom?”  

Tory looked at me carefully, studying every crease on my face. She smiled calmly, letting our eyes mingle a little longer. “Remember it’s a game. Don’t be upset if I play it better than you. Let’s meet at the cabin again; two weeks. Your first day off that week.” 

“Two weeks. I might be better than you at this in two weeks.” 

“I hope so. Hey Tyler?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yesterday was nice.” 

“It was.” 

We kissed, her soft lips, not wanting to let go. It would be a long road until we got to do it in public, if ever. She waved and rolled up the window as she drove away. I pulled my hat down, bundled up in my coat, and pulled out my phone.  

Sir-Ma'am-Cane 

‘30 points awarded for King of the Hill.’ - Sir 

‘Your point total is now: 165. You are in 1^(st) place.’ - Sir 

Everyone 

‘Team Cane has won King of the Hill. They claimed 10 rooms. Points have been awarded.’ - Ma’am 

‘New Team Challenge: Pick two members to make a sex tape. Top 3 are awarded.’ - Ma’am 

‘1^(st): 10 2^(nd): 5 3^(rd): 5’ - Ma’am 

That was it. I thought I’d be studying the app for half the walk. Tomorrow at midnight, 5 new members, everyone on a team. It felt like they were waiting, before the next big challenge. A sex tape is easy, I could do it with Nora, or Julie, or any of the other girls.  

There were a few text messages, Nora and Julie checked in on me. I told them I was being a tourist for a day, went to a neighboring town to relax a bit. I wondered if they believed me, or if I was walking into an interrogation later.   

I made it back to the house, a long walk up the hill. The house was quiet. I decided on a shower, maybe a nap. Sleeping on the floor of a wooden cabin is pretty rough compared to this luxury mattress the watchers bought me. What could I get next? Marisol seemed to have gotten a lot of things, maybe I should talk with her more.  

I showered, took a nap and woke to the afternoon sun shining through the blinds. I could hear people stirring on the floor below, and I debated getting out of bed at all. I could just sleep, someone else could make the sex tape. A little knock on the door forced me to get out from the warm covers.  

I didn’t bother putting on clothes over my boxers, assuming it was Julie or Marisol. It wasn’t. It was Gemma. 

“Fitting.” She smirked, looked me up and down. “The last time I see you in the house and you’re wearing the same thing as the first time I saw you.”  

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were leaving today.” 

“Fabian too, disagreement at work or something. He didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.” Gemma wrapped her arms around in in a quick hug. I felt myself resting on her leg, half way to attention. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything. Just a shy little wave as she walked back down the stairs. “See you around Tyler.”  

I wished her well, made another joke about a massage, and crawled back into bed. The lingering touch of her body sparked an urge. It’s too bad she wasn’t in the game, Tory and her seemed close. If she was going to join, Tory would have mentioned it.  

Fabian was leaving; I guess he really didn’t want to team up. Two open rooms, maybe just one if they don’t give Julie a roommate. It could be good for us, could throw off the whole house.  

I felt my mind wandering in thoughts of the girls on the team, the girls that could join us. Tory said we would have to sleep with other people; I took that as a green light. Do whatever I want, whoever I want, I just need to score a lot of points.  

I felt myself grow in my own hand; I hadn’t even done that since the first night after Tory sent me home with something blue. I just started without even thinking, it wasn’t but a few minutes when the door swung open, sending a panic through me.  

“What are you doing?”  

I flinched, pulled my hand away, and turned over. Standing in the doorframe was Marisol and Stephanie.  

“Were you... Really? With all of us in the house?”  

“No, no, no, no, no... Papi... all you have to do is ask.” Marisol was strutting over to the bed, Stephanie waiting behind her. They looked like they had been in bed all day, pajamas, messy hair, no bra under their thin shirts.  

“I didn’t think anyone was home, I was-” 

Marisol closed the distance quickly, she shut me up with a kiss. Her hands explored under the blanket as it found my erection and gripped it. She laughed, flipped it around under the covers, and turned back to her friend.  

“Come on Steph. Do you have a few more orgasms in you?” 

“I don’t think I have a limit.” 

“I think I could find your limit.”  

The two girls stared at each other like I wasn’t even there. Marisol’s gentle stroke from her hand the only reminder. Stephanie walked over to join her, a sensual meeting of their lips. Marisol pulled at her shirt, then Steph at Her's. The two topless girls could have been the only two in the room. Marisol’s hands lifted the large breasts in front of her; she licked one, bit another, and kissed again.  

“Maybe you two should be our sex tape submission.”  

They paused and laughed. A few more pecks between snorts and Marisol turned to face me. “You’re the boss. You tell us.” 

I swung out of bed, my length pushing against my boxers. Stephanie looked longer than Marisol, but they both looked. Marisol took a step toward me, stopped only by my hand pushing on her shoulder. 

“I can just watch this time, seems like the two of you have been going at it all day.”  

“Only since 5AM.” Stephanie was already on the bed, Marisol still standing and fighting me. “Come on, I want to play with it.” Her fingers were teasing the fabric down below, her words trying to tempt me.  

“Maybe after.” 

Marisol slipped her hand under the waistband and let it fill her hand. She rubbed it more urgently, trying to tilt the scales. Stephanie draped her arms over her back and whispered in her ear. Marisol smiled but never took her focus off me.  

“Easy Stephanie... you’ve had me all day. I just want Tyler here for 30 minutes or so.”  

“Fine. You’re right.” Stephanie got off the bed and grabbed her phone. “I’ll film, you two have fun. Get us 1^(st).” She forced out a smile and sat at the foot of the bed.  

Marisol was already on her knees, my boxers dropped and my shaft down her throat. She was sucking my cock like she’d been dreaming about it all day. Loud gags filled the room as she took all of it down her throat and held it. Stephanie was recording, her face hidden behind the phone.  

Marisol pulled it out and let it rest along her cheek. It went from her chin to her forehead, the tip just touching her hair. Her head shook as she put it back in her mouth, almost laughing to herself as she did. Her tongue flicked the ridges on each pass. She was enjoying, playing with a toy.  

A hungry look shot up at me from Marisol. She bit her lip and dropped her pants, turning to bend over the bed. She didn’t get up on it, just rested her forearms down right in front of Stephanie. 

“Do I look hot from this angle?”  

“You look hot from every angle.”  

I wanted to see them together, make the sex tape about them and not me. Marisol’s swaying hips made it hard to resist. Too hard. I walked up behind her and let my fingertips see just how wet she was. It coated them as soon as they entered, no resistance. My tip took one pass up and down, then pushed in. The heat surrounded my cock, it slipped all the way to the end without fail.  

Marisol’s moans were muffled. I was so centered on her lips accepting my length I hadn’t noticed her face was buried into Steph’s lap. My hips felt like a dog waiting to be unchained, wanting to slam into her as fast and as often as possible. I kept them on the leash. 

I let my focus drift to the grip holding my length, I could see it refusing to let go as I pulled out. Happily accepting my strong return inside. I could have stood behind her for hours, watching those lips pulling out and holding onto me. Every little sound escaping her lips when she came up for air.  

“How long does this sextape... need to be?” A forced grunt between Marisol’s question.  

“I don’t know.” I didn’t care; I wasn’t even thinking about points. 10 points seemed so trivial, why do they even have these challenges for so little points?  

“Then fucking pound, me into next week. I’ve been craving dick all fucking day.”  

We didn’t need to win this one. I felt the adrenaline increase and my body started to speed. Her ass repeatedly clapped into my hips like we we’re being applauded by a crowd. My hands tightened around her hips, white knuckles holding onto her tanned skin. I let out a loud growl as I felt my urges being satisfied.  

Steph wasn’t letting out any sounds; the quiet recorder no longer participating. Marisol’s head was too unstable to keep up her work, all it was doing now was bobbing, screaming and begging for more.  

I thought of prolonging it, changing positions, including Steph. The nuclear bomb at the end of the tunnel told me to just end it. When I felt that sensation start, I chased it. A slow stroke, a heavy thrust, then a race to the finish line. Marisol erupted before me, a sexy slew of Spanish slang. I didn’t know what she was saying, but it seemed positive. I didn’t have much time to think, letting my weight hit her lower back and shooting rope after rope along her back. Some hit her hair, a happy yelp as she felt each drop touch her.  

Marisol’s head twisted back as her smile stretched as wide as it could. She turned quickly and kissed me, rough bites along my lower lip. She kissed my neck, let her teeth scrape down and bit my ear. A soft rasp of words quietly came out of her mouth. 

“You can have me whenever you want jefe... you don’t have to ask, you don’t have to wait until I’m ready, you don’t even have to wake me up. Use me whenever you want.”  

My dick hadn’t even softened yet, her words trying to keep it ready for use. I just nodded, every time I was with her, it felt like I was getting closer to the edge of crazy. Like this wasn’t her final form; this was just the beginning.  

Marisol grabbed her clothes and stood with one leg bent at the knee. Her clothes bundled in a ball at her side; she looked at Stephanie.  

“We don’t have to even hide anything anymore. Everyone here is in the game and on the team now. I’m going to shower in April’s bathroom with the door open, just for fun. Join me?” 

Stephanie nodded quietly as the two girls went down the stairs. I thought about joining them but decided on my own. I could use some time alone, come up with my own plan to keep up with Tory. Figure out how to keep the team happy. Marisol’s offer was intriguing. I’d have to test her on it one night, keep it in my back pocket.  

I returned to the large bed alone, scrolling on my phone. I received a text from Julie, followed by a video. 

‘Hey. Oscar and I have a submission for the challenge. Is that okay?’ - Julie 

[12 minutes of Julie and Oscar having sex in Julies room. It was intense, passionate and better than mine. They did multiple positions, on both bunk beds, Julie had multiple orgasms, but the 2 minutes at the end of Julie riding Oscar while holding the top bunk stole the show.] 

‘Love it. You two are great together.’ - Tyler 

‘Thanks. Let’s catch up tomorrow?’ - Julie 

‘Deal. I work at 1.’ - Tyler 

 

Previous Parts

“It’s right down here.”  

Amber led us through their little side yard into their garage. Matt couldn’t stop smiling as she opened the small door. A flip of a switch and a dusty yellow light turned on. There was random boxes, Christmas decorations, ski gear and other odds and ends you would expect to find in a garage.  

“This looks like any old garage.”  

Jessica was unimpressed. Lifting a piece of plywood leaning against a shelf. She walked around the dimly lit room shooting confused looks at our friends.  

“It was Matt’s idea.” Amber walked over toward the far wall. Moving around a few boxes. “With the kids getting older. We needed a place to go, to be loud and not worry about being caught.”  

Amber reached behind a shelf, fiddled with something, and we heard a click. Matt pushed on the wall; a small frame opened and revealed another side of their garage. Matt walked in a flicked a switch. Lights lit up around the edges of the small room. In the middle back wall was a bed, a chaise chair next to it and a little treasure chest in the corner. 

“Ooooo.” Jessica let herself into the room and admired each and every item. “I’ve always wanted a chair like this.”  

She plopped down into it, her ass stretching against her jeans as the curves of the chair pushed it outward. My wife’s ass was always stunning, a little petite yet a wonderful firm handful. It looked bodacious in this chair. I couldn’t wait to get started. My movements toward my wife were cut off by Amber’s dainty hand gripping my wrist. 

“Not so fast. We have all night. Kids are watching a movie, pizza just got delivered. I’ll grab us a bottle of wine and be right back.”  

Amber almost sprinted out of the garage back through the cold air. Matt sat against the edge of the bedframe, admiring the grinning bent over Jessica. He walked over the the treasure chest and threw a deck of cards at me.  

“This is Amber’s plan. We played once or twice, but she always wanted to play it with another couple.”  

“What about your, uh... unicorn?” 

“We usually just fuck fast and dirty.” 

Jessica’s head spun around. “Unicorn?” 

“Matt has a little side piece. They play all together sometimes, Amber doesn’t seem to mind.”  

“Amber loves it.” Matt retook his seat on the bed while I looked at the cards he passed me. “She instructs us together, like a director.”  

“Can we get one of those Jess?” I shot a little coy smile at my wife.   

“As long as she has a penis.”  

“Hey.” 

“Hey.” My wife had gotten up and walked over to us. Wrapping her arms up and around my shoulders as we embraced for a playful flick of our tongues. “We don’t have a garage playroom. Build me one. Then maybe...”  

“Matt can show you.” Amber had returned with two bottles and four glasses. “Right honey?” 

“Yes Ma’am.”  

Jess turned around, her rear pushing into my groin as my arms kept her close. “Can he help me break it in too?” 

“Depends.” Amber sat the glasses down on a table and popped a cork. One of the best sounds in the world, followed by that satisfying slosh of liquid filling the glasses. “Can I borrow your husband while you’re out of town on your layovers?”  

“Hmmm... I guess we would need a secret playroom for that too.”  

“Better get to work Hubby.”  

I had gone through the little deck of spicy cards. While the attention was elsewhere, I drew four random ones and handed one to everyone while Amber passed out glasses. Jessica was the first to read Her's out loud. 

“Blindfold me and kiss me seductively wherever I please for one minute.” She bit her lip as she sat back in her new favorite chair. “I pick Matt. You can kiss me anywhere my skin shows.”  

As Jessica leaned back and closed her eyes, she lifted her shirt slightly. A white turtleneck sweater, she lifted the hem up above her stomach. Her wide smile seemed to endlessly grow as her hands lifted above her head.  

Matt went through his treasure chest once more, pulling out a blindfold. He draped it over her eyes and kissed her neck. Amber made a show of starting a stopwatch, and the room grew so quiet you could hear the snow fall outside.  

Matt’s lips smacked against my wife’s skin. Jessica’s breathing was slow and steady, just loud enough for us to hear across the room. I felt my jeans tighten, making me adjust myself. Amber’s eyes flashed to mine for a moment before she clicked the stopwatch and stopped the show. 

“I’m next.” Amber stepped forward and pulled the blindfold off my wife. “Arouse me by touching my body. No private parts.” She turned her head over her shoulder, still inches away from the couple on the chaise. “I pick Johnny.”  

I didn’t waste any time. Closing the distance quickly as I approached her from the back. My left hand braced on her thigh while the other pushed her back. She bent over at the hips, her hands using her husband as a brace. My hands ran down her jeans, pushing firmly into her hamstrings. I stopped behind her knee and worked back up. A gentle slap right below her cheeks made her chuckle.  

My fingers teased the edge of her velvet shirt. Traced up the sides of her torso and lifted just under the curve of her chest. My hands massaged into her shoulders as I bit her lobe and licked down her neck. A gentle bite of her collarbone and I stepped back. I could see her body shudder slightly as it searched for my touch.  

“My turn now then?” I pulled the card from my pocket and read it. “If you were a writer or director to an adult movie scene, describe the scene you would like to shoot.” I took a sip of the cabernet and walked over to eager eyes looking at me. “I’ll show instead of describe.”  

I pulled on Amber’s hand, leaving her a foot or two away from the chaise. I pulled Matt up with a handshake and let my eyes scrape along every inch of my smirking wife. I gripped her waist and flipped her over. She laughed as I positioned her on the chair, ass up, hands behind her back.  

I moved Amber to her head, having her sit at the edge of the chair. I pushed down on her shoulders until she slid into my wife’s face. Matt pointed behind Jess with raised brows as I nodded. He got in behind her and mimicked a thrusting motion. 

“Yeah. I’d watch that scene.”  

A light laughter filled the room as everyone regained their feet and found their glasses of wine. Matt had the last card in his hands as he downed the whole glass. 

“Tell me what you think about most when you pleasure yourself.”  

His eyes never left Jessica’s. She answered without waiting further instruction. 

“Your fat fucking cock.”  

More laughter. More wine being poured in glasses and another four cards pulled from the deck. These cards were a darker shade of red, ‘spicy’ written on the back.  

“Draw a number on my back with a horse crop. One spank per wrong guess.” Jessica was jumping at the bit. Leaning up and putting the blindfold back over her face. “You all can decide who gets to do it.”  

She bent over the chair in a similar position, pulling her entire shirt over her head. Just a black bra clung to her small frame. Matt started toward the box of toys, but Amber beat him to it. Her lips curled subtly as the little spanker popped in her palm. She hit it a few times into her hands before tracing around Jessica’s back.  

Amber unclipped her bra and ripped it away. Then began tracing a formal number 1 on her back. 

“Seven.” 

SLAP. 

“No.” 

Amber traced an 3 ever so gently.  

“Eight.” 

SLAP. 

Jessica yelped, settling into slow laughter. “You’re cheating.” 

“Me? Never.” Amber looked at us as she began tracing a 9. 

“Nine.” 

SLAP. 

“It was a six.”  

Jessica spun around and removed the blindfold. Her points drawing stares from Matt and I. Something about petite breasts with hard nipples always did something to me. My wife in a sheer white cotton crop top with pokies was an image burned into my head.  

“What’s your card Amber?” Jessica smiled at her while her hand reached around her back to rub the red marks already developing.  

“Make a video of yourself fooling around to watch later.” Amber grabbed my hand and led me to bed. “Come on Johnny.” 

“No.” Jessica stood up. “It said by yourself.”  

The two girls had a short standoff, their eyes and body language doing more talking than their lips. Amber released my hand and stripped her shirt, her bra and strutted to the bed. Both articles of clothing being tossed in different directions. 

“I don’t mind giving you all a show.”  

She stopped at the foot of the bed and peeled her jeans down while bending at her hips. An exaggerated motion to showcase her impossibly round cheeks. Separated by a thin red line of cotton. Those two were peeled down, two beautiful holes staring back at the rest of us. 

She jumped onto the bed, held her phone out in front of her and began rubbing small circles between her legs. She let out a long sigh before looking back at us with her big blue eyes. Her fingers didn’t stop as she let her voice carry a sexy tone. 

“You don’t have to wait for me to finish. What’s on your card honey?” 

Matt pulled it up and read it. “Pick out a sexy video to watch together.”  

“Well good thing we splurged on the tv.” Amber pointed to the wall. “Go ahead. Pick a good one of ours... And johnny? What’s yours say?” 

I stammered, struggling to pull my eyes from the little jiggle of her chest everytime she finished a sentence. I pulled it out and looked at it. I didn’t want to read it. Scared it would end the moment, end the night too early. Oh well. 

“Make me orgasm. The how is up to you.”  

“Jess dear... go help your husband.”   

My wife stood, slowly stepping one foot in front of the other. She smiled as she made it up to me, tilting her chin almost straight up from under me. “Anyway, I want to?” 

“That’s what it says.” 

Our attention was stolen by the sound coming out of the TV. Amber and Matt were in the middle of an intense session. Amber’s commanding voice instructing Matt exactly what she wanted. It was hard to look away. I didn’t even notice my wife dropping to her knees and tugging at my belt.  

My growing weight sprung free, Jessica not touching it. Just admiring. A subtle flick of her tongue and I closed my eyes. There were two Ambers suddenly moaning. A gentle whimper from the bed and an aggressive panting from the screen. I wished she could jump out of the TV, a threesome with two Amber’s. I couldn’t handle that. Nobody could.  

My length reached capacity as Jessica’s lips slid along its entirety. She took it all the way down her throat, easier every time we hung out with Matt and Amber. She no longer struggled with my size at all.  

Her head bobbed quickly, an enthusiasm I didn’t always see. One hand reached down and gentle cupped around my balls. The other started working in tandem with her mouth along the shaft. It was heaven. I tried to force myself to the edge. The sooner I finished the better chance I had at recovering before we called it a night. It wasn’t working. It felt orgasmic, yet the orgasm was so far away.  

I took in the scene on the bed. Amber’s face was twisting while she moaned into her phone’s camera. Matt was naked beside her, his giant redwood sticking straight up while he slowly touched himself. They were looking at each other like starved dogs, just waiting for the leash to be undone. Amber’s brief glance toward me drew breathy words from her throat. 

“Not done yet... Jess?... hah... need some... help?”  

“Pull another card Amber.” Jess stood up and dropped her pants, bending over the chaise while never letting go of her eye contact with the blonde. “I’m just getting started.”  

Jess nodded her head forward while she spread her lips with her fingers. She left enough spit on it for me to push in slowly. Jessica’s exaggerated groan turned the heads on the bed, a couple of eager voyeurs enjoying the show just a few feet away.  

Amber didn’t stop looking at us as she bent over. Her forearms flat on the bed, her ass arching high into the air. The subtle swing of her hanging breasts made it impossible to look away. Her delicious little grin told me I could watch anytime I wanted.  

Matt got behind her, slowly working his length inside of her. The scrunch of her nose, the relaxation of her facial muscles all lead to a long happy whimper. My hips hadn’t stopped, even if I was still imagining Amber between my legs. Another time. My wife deserved my full attention.  

I grabbed her hair, pulled her head up and growled into her ear. “You’re such a sexy little slut baby. You’re still so fucking tight around my dick.”  

“Oh yeah baby? Tighter than Amber?” 

I hadn’t meant to start a competition, but it appeared that was the direction we were heading. A high-pitched cackle from my wife drew a response from the other couple.  

“Your husband loves my tight cunt Jess... he had it more than yours all weekend.”  

“Variety doesn’t determine preference. He just wanted the new flavor of the month, he always comes back to me... to the tightest pussy he’s ever had... ask your husband there. How fast did you cum in the bathroom Matty baby?” 

He coughed, pounded into his wife a little harder and tried his best not to let his face give it away. Jessica’s powerful laugh gave me some pride. It was hard to resist coming in minutes with her, faster than I could make myself reach climax sometimes. 

“Not even 60 seconds.” Another loud chuckle from the girl between my legs. “Have you even done that Amber? Could you if you tried?” 

“Then why hasn’t your husband cum yet? That’s your card right? Make him orgasm? Can’t do it? He’s still dreaming about me... isn’t he?” 

Jessica whipped her head around and stared at me like our entire relationship depended on finishing right then. “Cum inside of me Johnny. Fill me up. Show Amber she’s just another girl... nothing compared to your wife.”  

I went into overdrive. Doing everything in my power to navigate through the dark tunnel and find the pot of gold on the other side. Just when I thought wall was lost, that I couldn’t get there. Amber’s words sent me over. 

“Don’t worry Jess... I’ll take care of him while you’re away.” 

There it was, that little flicker of pleasure at the tip of my penis. The subtle tightening of my balls preparing to empty. It built slowly, trickling from both ends until a violent collision started my orgasm.  

“Yessss baby... I can feel the twitching... it’s coming isn’t it... fill up your wife... fill me up baby!”  

I tried to speak, to say anything. It came out in short bursts of vowels; no words able to be pieced together. Groans that started and stopped, then crashed and forced the air to freeze in my lungs before letting out all at once.  

I left it inside of her, my breathing still stammering out of me. I braced my hands on her back, shot my leg back as I started to cramp in my thigh. Another shock in my torso and I fell off the chair, my wife crashing down on top of me.  

We kissed. Passionately. Like we had been apart for months. Trying to force an entire weekend of lovemaking into a single fight of our tongues. We heard the other couple orgasm. Yell into the void. It didn't matter. We were utterly and completely focused on each other.  

It could have been an hour or ten minutes, but our bodies finally pulled themselves up off the floor. It was a gym like matt, not comfortable in the slightest, but that was the last thing in our thoughts. We looked over at Matt and Amber in a similar state of embrace.  

We crawled over to them, letting our sweaty bare bodies intertwine on the small queen sized bed. There was some soft petting, little giggles and lots of heavy breathing. We all settled, stood and sat in chairs while we finished the last bottle of wine. 

We talked of future plans. Jessica and I’s trip to Seattle to see another couple from our annual cabin trip. Matt and Amber had a weekend getaway planned with their unicorn. We learned her name was Samantha, she started at the resort as a server before quitting to go into real-estate sales. When Matt and Amber bumped into her at a local bar there was a lingering hidden desire from their short time working together. Matt was kind of her boss, that lead to fun power dynamics. Matt couldn’t hide the joy on his face as he told the story. 

“Have you guys heard from Trevor or Jordan?” Amber almost seemed concerned. 

“No we haven’t. They’re planning the entire cabin trip right? Or are you and Matt helping?” 

“Just them. Let’s see if they’re still up.” 

Amber pulled her phone out and the familiar ring of facetime started. Jordan answered rather quickly, her and Trevor appeared on the screen with a low light from a tableside lamp. They looked to be in bed.  

“Hi Amber? Isn’t it like midnight there?”  

“We’re only an hour ahead of you guys. We haven’t heard from you! Just wanted to make sure you guys were alright and see how the cabin trip planning was going?”  

“We found the perfect spot. It’s in Idaho. We were actually about to call everyone and hammer down some dates.”  

“Johnny and Jessica are with us, say hi!”  

Amber flipped the phone around; Jessica and I scrambled to cover up. It was apparent all of us weren't wearing anything. Jordan’s tone reflected that. 

“Why are you all naked?! What did you guys do this weekend?” 

Amber flipped it back around and laughed.  

“We’re just practicing for the new cabin games. What do you two have in mind?”  

“A lot. It’s a secret. We will send out invitations soon!” 

We all caught up on regular life and kids for a few minutes before saying goodnight to the couple a few states away. Trevor took a job in California; they moved out there a few months ago. Idaho was exciting, I’d never been other than driving through.  

The night wound down as we ended up sneaking back into the house and making our way to the guest bedroom. Jessica and I whispered and giggled for what felt like hours while we recapped the weekend and talked about our future plans. Seattle in March. Cabin in June. Next sexcation in September. Exciting times.  

 

 

Previous Parts

“Have you been up here all week?” 

“I came up Monday morning. Needed a break from people. How many points did you get?” Tory stood and walked over to the fireplace, moving a log and adding another.  

“50 just for Nora. I’m at 135 now, officially in first.”  

“I hoped it was you. I got bumped to second.”  

She was standing by the fire, turning to warm her rear on the flames. I took a few steps to join her. My hands rest on her lower back, just above her curve. Our eyes connected and explored the micro-expressions our faces were trying to hide. I’d been lying to Nora, trying to convince her I felt something for her. I had the opposite problem with Tory; I had to hide how much I was actually feeling. 

“So almost two weeks and I’m beating you? I thought this was going to be hard.” 

My favorite little giggle came out again; Tory’s mask was checked at the cabin door. I could see the joy she always repressed. We kissed, slowly. Our tongues reunited, playful laughs as our lips touched and separated.  

“There’s a lot of time left. Don’t get cocky yet.”  

Her hands entered my jacket, rubbing up my back. We kissed again as I started tugging at her shirt. She pushed it down but didn’t stop kissing me. We stood in front of the fire, tender kisses that had no promise of more.  

“How’s the team? Seems like you got Marisol after all.” 

“You were right, she wanted to join. Nora brought Stephanie too, it feels like were going to steamroll right through everyone.”  

“It’s still early and I haven’t joined the competition yet.” She bit my lower lip and let out a little evil laugh. “It will be fun to be the enemy... for a bit.”  

“Who are you joining?” 

“Harriet loves me, and I’ll get to see Bella up close. She’s only been in one year, a top 5 finish. She’s good.”  

“Bella’s hot.” 

“All sales girls are. Part of the job requirements. Should I be jealous?” 

“Are you capable of being jealous?” 

Tory pushed me, shook her head and looked at my feet. A quick pull of my shirt and we were making out again. She pulled apart, tapped my chest and told me she would be back. She returned with a giant blanket, laid it down in front of the fire and reunited our lips.  

My hands pulled her body in; I could feel her chest crush into mine. Her natural aroma wafted into my nose as I kissed her neck. I gripped her butt, noticed my erection pressing into her. I pulled at her shirt again, this time she lifted her arms and let me remove it. Our urgency ramped up, her bra was next, then my shirt. Strong desire-filled kisses between each layer removed; we rocked out of our pants and hit the floor together. The soft blanket around our skin, the flicks of warmth coming from the fire.  

“How are Julie and Jacky?” I kissed her neck, trying to keep progressing versus recapping the last few days. Tory was persistent; she turned away from my lips and bit my ear. “Tyler. We have all night to have sex. Don't forget we’re here to strategize, come up with our next move.”  

 “They’re fine. I don’t think Julie will ever leave my side. Jacky seems cautious of Nora but stuck around because of me.”  

“Good. How’s the fall out with April?” 

Almost like she was incentivizing me, her hand pushed under the waistband of my boxers. A cold and firm grip around my shaft. I let out an involuntary gasp, my hand caressing along the end of her vine tattoo. 

“She was just nominated by Julie; she watched us fuck last night.” I flicked my tongue against hers before continuing. “Nora threatened to have her transferred. She did it right after sucking me off in her office.”  

Tory broke apart, her brows pressing together. “Don’t do it at work. I’m serious. Caught by the wrong person and you’re out of the game and a job.” Tory’s hand still hadn’t stopped sliding along my length. Her breathing was getting quicker. “Nora uses the resort to get ahead. What little power her position provides she uses, her private little office, the connection with guests. Be careful. It’s better to burn that relationship than get dropped.”  

While she lectured me, our bottoms were slowly removed. Tory straddled me and pinned my hands above my head. She let my tip feel how wet she was. A slow drop of her hips and I felt that tight grip hug me. Her breath was hot in my ear. She gently grinded into me, letting her warmth fully accept my girth.  

“I’ve wanted to use this cock since that first night.” SLAM. She lifted her hips and pushed back down aggressively. “It was difficult to stop when I nominated you. The feeling of you stretching my tight little hole.” SLAM. “Good things come to those who wait.” 

She started rocking her hips forward, using my chest as a brace. Her eyes had a soft defiance in them, like us being there was against the rules. With every movement of her hips, she was satisfying an urge she wasn’t supposed to fill.  

“One last question... before you destroy me.” My hips jumped up when she said it, the slightest jiggle of her breasts. “You need to be in love with Nora, break down her walls. We need her to be devastated when you end it. Can you handle it?” 

“As long as this is waiting for me at the end; I’ll do anything.” 

She brought her lips back down to my ear, bit it, licked it, and blew a slow stream of air into the canal. She started to whisper, then stopped, giggled, and kept teasing me. One last hard bite and she said what I’d dreamt of since the first night I met her.  

“This is at the end. It will be yours. I will be yours. Show me you deserve it.” 

My arms wrapped behind her back, palms resting on her shoulders. I groaned a long ‘yes’ and pushed her down on me. I locked her down, our skin hot against each other while my hips pounded from below. Almost hysterical moans filled right into my ear. It felt good, the deception that led to this. It made this moment more powerful; like I earned it.  

My hips slowed as the fatigue set in, an ache in my back. I pushed to my elbows, then my hands and I pushed down on her chest. Tory’s back fell to the rug. I held her thighs tight to my core as I pushed my heavy length back inside of her. Her mask was long gone. Delicate relaxation softened her face. Scrumptious little whimpers left her mouth with no effort to stop them.  

I admired her body; just as much hard work and dedication went into it as she put into the game. Her strong shoulders, the sharp vines twisting around her torso. The perfect jiggle of her breast with every thrust. I could have this as my only reward, and I’d never stop.  

“Slow down... yesss... go slow... I have more to ask you...” Tory laughed, her eyes closing as I slowly pushed to the end. I left my cock buried inside of her, a twitching grasp around it. 

“What do you want to know?” 

“Am I better than Nor-” 

“Yes. Fuck yes. She is nothing compared to you.” 

“Good. Don’t stop. Just let me feel that long dick slide slowly all the way in... and out.” I resumed, stopping myself from laughing. She wouldn’t quit. “Besides me... whose been your favorite?” 

“Julie... Fuck... This is killing me Tory, let me go, unleash me, let me pound you until we’re both screaming.”  

“Patience. Nobody ever won this game before Christmas. We have a long road ahead.” Tory’s nails clawed down my chest. “I’ll have to fuck other people you know.”  

“So will I.” 

“It may get rough... they can get brutal.”  

“Is this real? Us?” 

“Yes. More than I’ll ever admit.” 

“Then I don’t care. I’ll get through it, get to this cabin, to us.”  

“That’s not a bad answer...” Tory closed her eyes and laid her arms above her head. Her nipples reminded me how cold the room was. Her posture was lifting them off her body, the perfect view. “This is all that matters. Remember we’re just working to get back to this.” 

I decided I wasn’t waiting any longer, Tory could try and stop me or let me have my way with her. I wrapped my fingers around her throat and applied the smallest amount of pressure. On the slow long pull out of her, I held my tip and her lips. Her eyes opened slowly as the sensation of me entering her was delayed. As soon as I could see the emerald in her eye, I pushed in with all my might.  

“FUCK.” Her brows rose while her nose wrinkled. Her hands wrapped around my wrist still gripping her throat. My left hand slid down her leg, wedging between her thigh and core. I used it as leverage as I proceeded to use every drop of strength I had to plow into her.  

Her hands gripped tightly around my arm, but she wasn’t trying to remove it. I felt the intensity of her grip and matched it with my own hand around her throat. The smile that appeared in the corner of her mouth sent a spark through me. Still coaching, even while I was slamming inside of her.  

I watched the smile disappear. The hot breath rush out of her. The corner of her eyes tilt up as her core began to spasm. She was about to cum; I could sense it. Her grip tightened on my arm, so I tightened the grip on her throat. She nodded, barely. Her movements were more sporadic, her eyes pleading with me. It was the most stunning I’d ever seen her. 

“Mmmm. Yes.  I’m so... Slap me... hard... force this... fuuuucking... orgasm... Out of me... shit...”  

CRACK. The first contact from my left hand was hard, harder than Julie. I left my right squeezing her neck, my hips unrelenting.  

CRACK. Tory’s face was unfazed by the slap, almost hardening it every time. I hit her again, harder. Her look told me she liked it; her flooding pussy told me she loved it.  

“Yes Tyler. So, fucking hard... I’m going to cum... So. Fucking. Hard. YES.”  

Both of my hands jumped off her, wrapped around her thighs and kept the same rhythm as best I could. She twisted, her hips lifted, and the sexiest sound of my life crashed out of her. Her face stiffened; I could see the veins in her neck as the moans paused. A few seconds later they erupted as her voice caught up to the waves of pleasure she was feeling.  

I stopped my motions, holding my length as far inside of this writhing sexy body as I could. Her tight grip was twitching around my cock, like it was trying to force the seed out of me. I didn’t let it, pulled it out with a slow audible slide and rested it on her abs.  

“You’re hot when you cum.”  

Her cheeks were red, her breathing heavy. A sly sexy smile pursed her lips before she responded. 

“Then make me do it again.”  

She didn’t even give me time to respond; she flipped over to her hands and knees and shoved her ass into me. It almost knocked me back. I gripped it, felt the firm muscle in my hands and pushed forward. My tip entered with ease. I didn’t even move; her ass swallowed my cock with her sudden movement backwards.  

For a few minutes I just watched her. Leaned back, her calculated rolls of her hips make her moan louder than me. I surprised her with a spank, hard, loud. Nora’s words echoed in my head for a second, I spanked like a girl. I hit Tory harder, another loud clap of my palm against her toned ass. She yelped, her head cranking back suddenly.  

She didn’t protest, maybe a touch of caution across her face. I straightened my back, placed my hands between her thighs and abs and began to fuck her. As hard as I could, with as much passion that I felt within.  

I didn’t stop, I pushed past the fire burning in my lungs, the pleasure streaking along my dick. I let the sweat drop right off my chin, I noticed it splash and disappear off her own gleaming skin. She tried to speak, but the force I was putting into her made it difficult.  

“Yes... Tyl... fuck... oh holy... don’t sto... stop... don’t fuc... king stop... yes. Yes. Yeeeee-” 

Tory muffled her moans with the blanket, pushed her face down and ass up all at the same time. She was screaming, her fingers were rubbing her clit furiously and my hips continued to crash into her ass. It was everything I wanted, everything I’d been working toward. But it was just the beginning.  

I felt that sudden tightening of my sack, the tingles tickling my tip. I was reaching the point of no return. Tory’s cries told me she was too, and I wanted to feel it at the same time. 

“Are you ready, Tory? Are you fucking ready... to cum together... to experience our bodies releasing as one?”  

“Yes. I am. Fuck. I can't beliv-” Her sharp groans cut off her own words. She had started; I felt her warmth rush with slick juices. Her ass stopped pushing back, it shook, fell and spasmed as I felt my own shaft twitching. I normally slow when it starts, the sensitivity becomes too much. I powered through this time; every last drop had left my cock before my hips stopped pounding into this gym crafted ass.  

Tory fell forward, her hips slumping into the floor, her cum leaking lips stared up at me. She was a work of art, her smile, the eyes, the way she let me take in the view of her curves still covered in sweat. I never wanted it to end. 

“Come here.” Tory turned on her side as I crawled up next to her. The floor was hard under the blanket; it wasn’t comfortable... but I wouldn’t trade it for the Blackstone Mansion bed. Our eyes grew closer, our foreheads resting on each other’s.  “Are you hungry?” 

“I am. Should we order pizza?” 

Her distinct little giggle made me hug her tighter. Obviously we couldn’t order pizza, and instead of making a joke or teasing me. She just laughed and held me tighter. I don’t know how long we laid like that, but our sweat had dried and our bodies kept us warm. The fire needed another log, Tory placed it, then grabbed another blanket. We draped them around us as we sat in front of the flicking flames.  

Tory grabbed her pack and passed me a brown bag. She opened hers and removed a few smaller pouches. She poured some water, shook the pouch and dug in with a spoon. She paused as she saw me staring. 

“Never had an MRE?”  

“No.” I laughed. Hiking, camping, and outdoorsy stuff was not common in Florida. Our nature days were on a beach with coronas.  

“Here, take mine.” She passed it to me, took mine and repeated her motions. She had happiness on her face, like she was remembering lovely memories. “My dad and I used to spend weeks up here, living only on MRE’s and the fish we caught.” 

“Tell me about him.” 

“The definition of gym rat. He’s the reason I'm in the gym every day. He was, I watched him as a kid. I tried to copy him. He always involved me, paved the road for me to follow.”  

“Does he still live around here?” 

“No. California. At least he did five years ago.”  

“What happened?” 

Tory rolled to her back and stared at the ceiling. Like she was grappling with the memories, trying to decide which ones to share, if any. 

“He turned this cabin into something I hated. For a long time. These vines...” She traced them around her body. They covered her thigh, twisted up around her back and ended around her chest. “A reminder... that even the things you hold closest... can hurt you.”  

I wanted to keep asking, learn more about what made her the way she is. Her eyes had started to form a gloss over them. I decided it wasn’t right to keep asking. 

“My mom. Always there for me. T-ball all the way to college. She was my anchor. Then I walked in on her with my college coach. I always thought my parents were perfect together. She tried to explain; they had drifted apart for a long time. They only stayed for me and my brother. It didn’t matter. I could never see her the same way.”  

“My dad was my idol. We stopped coming up here my senior year. He told me I needed to focus on school, get into college yada yada... I came up here to get away. Bad breakup, couldn’t talk to my mom about it. When I opened the door.” Tory pointed at the bed in the corner. One I’d never seen her even sit on. “My dad was there with my mom’s best friend. I ran straight to my mom. Didn't think of the consequences. Told her. She lost it. My sister freaked out. Told me I ruined the family, took mom’s side and ran away with her. I haven’t spoken with either of them since.”  

She hugged me, tightly. Our arms around one another, our bodies keeping each other warm. We stayed like that, I don’t even know how long before we fell asleep. I woke to a frigid cold; I lifted the blanket over us and snuggled closer to her. The sun was already rising. Small streaks of light entered through the window.  

It felt like tory was awake, pushing in closer to me, adjusting the blanket slightly. We just lay quietly. Even though we hadn’t spoken since the night prior, I felt closer to her. Like I understood her more, the mask, the secrets, the refusal to let anyone in. We had more in common than either of us would admit.  

Tory turned over and added another log to the fire. It was down to just coals. I watched her naked torso twist and turn as she adjusted it. I loved the way her nipples slowly hardened as they were exposed to the cold air. The way her breasts subtly jiggled as she reached for the poker. I found myself daydreaming, wishing the game didn’t exist, wishing we could stay in this cabin forever.  

“Let’s go over the next part of our plan.” Tory pointed at a kettle on the counter. “Make some coffee, I’ll get us some breakfast.”