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.”