Blackstone Resort's Secret Game

"So, you're the new guy everyone is talking about?"

A shorter girl with a brilliant smile snuck up beside me. Her light green eyes were a stunning contrast to her hair, painted to the perfect shade of black.

"Maybe, first shift was this morning. If you can call it that. I'm Tyler."

"Tory. First day is always easy, can't scare away the seasonal help before it gets busy." She had a single emerald stud in her nose, bringing out the color of her eyes even more. "Don't worry, they're not all easy. Welcome to the team." She stood up and patted my shoulder, a small scent of pine from her sweater.

I followed her tight leggings as she made her way around the room. She checked in on every group before settling onto the sofa by herself. Everyone seemed to gravitate toward her. Tory was the perfect person to help me get settled.

I nudged Billy, "Where does she work?"

"Chef's admin. You'll only see her when you have to sign something or get sent to the office. She's hot, huh? Spends every day after work skiing and in the gym. Ask her to show you the slopes one day."

"Or right now." I tried to show off for my new co-workers; confident I'd be able to get her number, make a name for myself quickly. Billy's reaction told me it wouldn't be that easy, but I relished the opportunity.

I made sure to walk right by her on my way to the kitchen. Easier to start a conversation by offering a drink. Her eyes followed me passing through the room; she was interested at least, just needed to sink the hook.

I scrounged together the ingredients for a whiskey sour, pulling an egg from the fridge to add the whites. The extra foam always seemed to impress girls, making them think I'm some hot shot bartender. I found a zester and a lime; I could use the green garnish as an icebreaker.

The living room was buzzing with people, but the sofa was empty. I saw Billy and the boys laughing at my blank stare. His finger pointed behind me.

Tory was leaning against the wall a few steps away. Her eyes dropped to the cups, then back up.

"Who are those for?"

"You and uh... me. I figured you as a whiskey green. I mean girl, with eyes, like a lime, pretty green... wow." I almost ran right out of the front door. "Sorry."

Her smile widened, shaking her head as she took a cup from me. "Sounded better in your head?"

"You could say that."

She walked away without another word, past Billy and the other cooks; a mix of laughter and avoided eyes. She paused at the bottom of the staircase. Strong eye contact, she gestured her head and ascended the creaky steps.

I followed like a lost dog, hoping her bedroom was atop the stairs. I started climbing, careful not to spill. She perched on the top step, patting right beside her. Her leggings warmed my thighs as I squeezed in.

"You live here?"

"How'd you guess?" She took a sip. Intimidating eyes watching me, an impossible shade I'd never seen up close.

"You move around like a host would, I've thrown a few parties myself. Used to throw ragers after every win in college."

"Observant." Her lips stayed tight, still searching for answers to who I was. "Baseball?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Not enough muscle for football, too short for basketball, too girly for hockey. Could be track or something lame, but you're too cocky for that."

"Girly?" That comment actually hurt; I could play hockey. Who the hell was this girl?

"I can smell your cologne across the room; looks like you spent an hour on your hair and it's still messy. Hockey guys don't wear cashmere sweaters. Your shoulders are strong, three-quarter length sleeves. I could go on."

"What's wrong with baseball?"

"Nothing. A little boring, but good stamina. I like big shoulders... What are you running from?"

"Why would I be running from anything?"

"You're here. We're all running from something."

"What if I just wanted a gap year? Ski, drink, and smoke my way through a winter."

"Do you even know how to ski, Florida boy?"

"Maybe I'm running toward you." My seduction tactics didn't work, she rolled her eyes and started to stand.

"If that's the case... I'm not interested." I couldn't give up yet, mindlessly grabbing her wrist.

"Wait." I swallowed hard, trying not to sound pathetic. "Let's just say I disappointed a lot of people, and I needed to get away for a bit."

"Keep going." She sat back down, another sip from her cup.

"I've always wanted to learn to snowboard, this is about as far away from home as I could get. The position said no experience required, didn't sound like a terrible way to figure things out."

"Better."

Our eyes held together just long enough for me to lean in. Her fingers stroked down my jawline and brushed me off. She left me on the top step as she descended. An over-shoulder glance told me to follow.

I was down the stairs quickly, trying to catch her through the empty hallway. A door swung open; Tory disappeared behind it without waiting for me. She rested her hands on an empty barbell; her figure tiny compared to the large squat rack. I could feel the cold winter leaking through the large door, the concrete cold on my feet even through my shoes. She turned her garage into a home gym, not a bad one at that. She downed her drink and tossed the cup into a trashcan.

"What did you do that disappointed so many people?"

"Didn't meet expectations." I did the same, the last pucker of lemon gaining a grin from her.

"Whose?"

"Parents, coaches, friends, family, half the city of Miami... you name it."

"What about yours?"

"My what?"

"Expectations? What were yours?"

I never thought about that, what were my expectations? "No. I didn't even come close." I sighed, a little laugh, hiding a twinge in my throat. "That's the worst part."

"That's rough. You know you can't run forever. You have to stop somewhere."

"What about you, why are you here?"

She noticed it was eating at me; she let it go. "Grew up here, didn't want to leave. I love the seclusion." Her eyes looked off toward the window, snow still coming down. "How do you like it?"

"It's nice, different."

"Girlfriend?"

"Would I be hitting on you if I did?"

"Oh, that's what that was?" Her grin behind the cup was growing, a little wrinkle in her eyes. "It wouldn't be the first time."

"No. Single as fuck."

"Good." She walked over the bookshelf on the far wall. She passed her fingertips along the spines of a few. She stopped on a big leather one, looking over her shoulder at me. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Very good at that." I chuckled to myself, lots of secrets in the last year.

Her hand pulled on the book, the top sliding down while the bottom stayed anchored. A mechanical click and the bookshelf started to swing open. She stepped into the darkness, flipped a switch, and the ceiling lit up in a red neon light. She didn't wait for me to ask, disappearing into the hidden room.

I ran out of my chair before the secret door swung close. She was sitting on a bench, similar to what was in her gym. It had cuffs attached by chains on either side, red leather along the top. I started to take in the entire room, maroon and black leather everywhere, crimson neon lights. I didn't even know what half of the stuff was, all of it exuded a sexy luxury.

"What is this place?"

"My version of a field of dreams." She walked along the center path. Her hands touching almost every piece of equipment along the way. At the end, a giant poster bed centered under a mirror on the ceiling. "Blackstone has a game..."

"What kind of game?"

"The secret kind." Her finger curled toward herself; leaning up against the bed frame. I sat next to her, starting to put my arm around her shoulder. She pushed it away, focusing our eyes together, inches apart. "Do you want to play?"

"Absolutely. What do I do?"

"Kiss me." Her eyes flashed to my lips.

I leaned in again, her soft lips embracing mine. She tasted like citrus, the gentle swirl of cocktails in our mouths. She broke it apart, trying to hide her smile as she turned her back and walked away.

Her cream sweater hit the floor, a cotton white crop top underneath. She had a whole sleeve of hidden tattoos on her arm. Vines wrapped around the top, leading under her shirt and down to her leg. Her breasts were small, barely imprinting against the fabric. The thin cotton unable to hide her nipples.

"The game is simple really. You join, you get a challenge sent to you, you do it." Her pants hit the floor next; more white fabric hugging her hips like a vacuum. They ended just above her thighs. If she squatted down, it seemed like they would burst. More tattoos covered a single leg, roses, flowers, birds.

"What kind of challenges?"

Her hands motioned along her body, "The Sex kind."

"Like what?"

She walked over and ran her hands along my jeans, my bulge fighting to get out. "Like have sex in the chef's office after hours."

"What do you get for doing it?"

"Points."

"And?

"Enough questions, Tyler. Do you want to play or not?"

"I do."

"Good, I need to send a picture to nominate you."

"To who?"

"The couple who run the game. Take off your clothes, just leave your boxers."

I pulled my shirt over, waiting for Tory's reaction. Stepped out of my jeans and walked toward her, my boxers doing a poor job of concealing anything. She gripped over the thin fabric, a subtle squeeze. Flat on her feet, she looked up into my eyes. I could feel her breath, take in her scent; it was intoxicating.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"You shouldn't." She let go and walked over to the bench she first sat on. "Come lay down, I'm going to restrain you."

"And then have your way with me?"

"No." She hit the leather with the palm of her hand a few times, a dull thud with each connection. "Don't make me change my mind."

The leather was cool across my back; hard leather clamped around each wrist and ankle. Tory had me tied down; unable to move. Her hand teased up and down my chest, feeling the creases along each muscle. It went lower, teasing between my abs, lifting my waistband, letting it fall.

I was ready for anything this girl wanted. Ready to submit, play her game. It would be worth it; I'd sign up for another season in a heartbeat. The room went dark as silk covered my sight. A raspy whisper in my ear.

"Are you sure you want to play?"

"Yes."

My boxers ripped down, heavy length resting along my leg. Her fingers tapped it but never took it.

"What happens next cannot be discussed with anyone who isn't part of the game."

"How will I know who's in the game?"

"You won't." I heard her moving something around, some rustling of clothes, then the inviting scent only a woman can produce. "Say please."

"Please."

Skin surrounded my head as I felt her sit on my face. It was a dream, already getting to taste this sexy girl. My tongue welcomed her, rushed and sloppy; not my best work. She batted my forehead.

"Slow, gentle... you're just warming me up."

I wanted to ask what for, but the words came out muffled. I submitted; slow delicate slides along the labia, penetrating slightly, savoring her flavor.

As fast as it began it was over, her hips removed from my head. I felt the cold return; sticking to the marks she left on my chin and cheeks. I was about to protest, to ask her to come back. Then I felt it, that perfect hug as my cock was enveloped by her tight pussy. She bounced once or twice, then spoke, but not to me.

"This is Tyler. My newest nomination."

Then she got off. An emptiness as my wet girth flopped against my belly. My hands tried to reach out, forgetting they were chained down.

"Wait... is that it?"

"Yes. You'll get a text tomorrow if they accept. Answer their questions, and maybe they'll let you play. Understand?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Get dressed."

The blindfold was removed, and my clothes tossed toward me. Tory had her clothes back on as well. I felt the tightening of my balls as the blood was leaving my groin. Disappointed, I got dressed and walked back over to the short temptress.

"There are more than twenty of us who play; your picture will be sent out if approved. You'll start to figure things out... slowly."

She kissed me, her hands gripping my ass while she dug her tongue into my mouth. A little lip bite, a smack on my ass and she led me out of the hidden dungeon.

"Again, you can't tell anyone about this. Go upstairs, tell them you struck out. At work, we are coworkers, nothing more. Don't tell anyone you're playing, wait for my initiation call." Her eyes looked up and down one last time. "In here... we can be much more."

Then she was gone, quick footsteps rushing up the stairs. I couldn't help but feel something for her, but I suppressed that quickly. Not again. I climbed the steps and made my way back to the table of cooks. Billy with caution on his brow.

"So? Get her number? Quickie in the garage?"

"Nah... Just talked. Tough cookie to crack. Maybe at her next party."

"Last Saturday of every month, that's a long wait. Don't worry, kid, there's plenty of hot girls at the resort. You can't strike out as much as you did in college."

"What do you know about that?"

"Not much... just saw some highlights." He didn't let me respond, punching my arm as the other cooks had lined up shots for us. "Come on, let's drink up and get out of here. Occupancy jumps up tomorrow."