Blackstone Resort's Secret Game

"Are you okay?" Jen had pulled her jeans back up, her soft hand touching my chin. It woke me up, flashbacks to the last days at college. She pulled her top back over her head, readjusting her bra.

"I don't know. Sorry; I don't think we should have done that."

"I do. That was fun; who cares if we got caught. You should have just kept fucking me." She kissed me; I barely kissed her back. "I get it; a lot to process. Let's get together again, and you can tell me more about the game. I'll see you at work tomorrow."

Jennifer walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I wanted to die, jump in a hole and never come out of this god forsaken room. Julie looked more upset at April than me, but Tory's eyes. She specifically told me to not further provoke April, start mending that bridge. It was engulfed in flames now. Fuck me.

I put on my wet shirt, dried it off with a towel as best I could and walked back into the party. The eyes on me were evident, some glares, some smirks; it all felt bad. Billy popped out of nowhere, his arm around my shoulder.

"You, okay?"

I quickly turned toward the stairs, wanting to retreat to the safety of my room. "I don't know, I think I fucked up, a lot."

"Yeah, Tory didn't look happy, Julie is more worried than upset... Jen? I'd warn you about being involved with other cooks, but that ship has sailed. The whole party is talking about it."

"Where is Julie?"

"Still in the room with April, she about burst a blood vessel. I know you don't like each other, but you need to fix that relationship or move out. One of you is going to get fired."

"Yeah, I know, I don't know why I exploded. Her going after Jen again, it just felt like I needed to defend her. Maybe I just want to fight with her, and that was an easy excuse."

"Or maybe you just need to fuck her..." He spoke like he knew, but there was no way she would even want to. I wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't even into guys; let alone me.

"No. No shot. I just need to sleep, figure things out tomorrow." Billy put his arm around me, a few strong taps on my back.

"Don't get fired, I like working with you. Let me know if you need anything."

He walked back down the stairs as I opened my door. I shut it and spun the lock, letting out a frustrated groan. I started undressing, just wanting a shower at this point.

"Are you okay? What did I miss?"

Jaqueline, on my bed. Why was she still here?

"Just some self-destructive tendencies. Typical Saturday." I rushed into the bathroom, turning on the shower as hot as it went. Again, I forgot to lock the door, Jacky opened it as the last of my clothes hit the floor. I should really work on that.

"What happened?"

"Big fight with April, fucked Jen in the bathroom, April opened the door and caught us, Tory saw, she stormed out. No biggie."

"Tyler. Stop." She walked over and hugged me. "Shower, get out of your head. Then go to Tory's house and talk. Let me call her; it will be fine. You can fix this. It's not that big of a deal, Tory has dealt with worse."

I tried to respond but her finger on my lips stopped me. "Go. Shower."

I let the hot water cascade down my head, not even blinking as the water rushed down my face. I stared at the tile walls, letting all the thoughts run through my mind. It would be fine, Jacky was right. She could probably see through most of the lies of the game; kind of made me nervous.

I turned off the faucet, grabbed a towel, and started drying off. Jacky was still there, leaning against the counter in her pajamas. If tonight had gone differently, I may have taken them off her. Her face was flat; her arms crossed as I got out.

"Go to Tory's. Talk to her. I'll talk with Julie; you shouldn't have to worry about her. Go."

"Thank you. I don't-"

"Just go Tyler, we will talk later." She was already pushing me out of the door, a light spank on my ass as I crossed the opening. Maybe it wasn't all lost.

I rushed out the front door before anyone saw me; Jen was standing on the porch. She had a joint in her fingers, leaning over the railing. A small puff of smoke faded out in front of her.

"Hey stranger."

"Hi." I couldn't help but smile. Something about her, like nothing happened. She was too calm, maybe it was the weed. "Can I?"

"Please." She offered it out to me, I puffed a few times before passing it back. "Where ya headed?"

"Tory's. I need to apologize; we came up with a plan for tonight. Just have to check in."

"Me?"

"Maybe."

"Sorry." She grinned like she was proud. "Want to share a taxi? Should be here any minute."

"Uhhh... Yeah, thank you."

"We can still go back to my place..."

"Not tonight." I laughed; she was persistent. In a cute, comforting kind of way. "Maybe we will get a challenge together soon."

"You know." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I had a crush on you since you started. That wasn't a spur of the moment, I wanted it."

"Another night Jen, don't make me get my own taxi."

A press of her lips joined the nod of her head. The taxi was arriving, we both jumped into the back, opposite sides of the car. We dropped her off first, one last confirmation I didn't want to join her. She handed me a joint and a lighter.

"You need this more than me tonight; I have more at home." She smiled one last time, not turning her face until the last second.

The taxi pushed on, arriving at Tory's little abode. I noticed a text from an hour ago as I got out. I missed it.

'Sorry, I don't do house parties. I'm drinking whiskey again tonight tho; you should come over after your party. Give me all the tea from the employees.' - Nora

How did I know that was coming. It's like she knew when to text me, how to tempt me. First the eyes in the taxi, now revealing pictures and invitations to drink alone together. I needed to text Tory first.

'I'm outside. Can we talk?' - Tyler

No answer. I called her, and it ended after the first ring. I tried again, still no more than one ring. I knocked one more time, very loud. If anyone were listening, they would have heard it. No response. I sat down; zipped my jacket up tighter and lit the joint from Jen. Long slow drags helped keep the chill away.

I checked my phone. There were already responses from Ma'am. Who the hell were they, dictating people's lives from behind a masked fake name. Why did people put up with this? Pawns in some grand scheme. Tory was right; they constantly pit people against one another.

Sir-Ma'am-Cane

'5 points awarded for completing personal challenge.' - Ma'am

'10 Points have been awarded for initiating Sugar.' - Sir

'Your point total is now: 50' - Sir

'New personal challenge: Sleep with Nora -- 50 points.' - Ma'am

Everyone

'Sugar has been initiated by Cane. Points have been awarded.' - Ma'am

[The video of Jen and I in the bathroom] - Ma'am

They were never this fast; it was always in the morning. How did they even know Nora texted me? 50 points is a lot, I'd double my point total in one night. How many points would I need to win? There were too many questions. Tory never gave me enough answers, maybe I could get some from Nora.

I called another taxi, waiting on the cold front porch. I finished the joint, a nice warm feeling inside. It had been ages since I smoked a whole joint by myself. The house was still quiet, the taxi pulled up, and I got another text.

'Only halfway done. Your party over yet?' - Nora

'[Nora in just her cotton T. No bra, tight white panties. Half-empty bottle of whiskey in her hand.]' - Nora

'What's your address?' - Tyler

There was a big pit in my stomach as I sent it; it felt wrong. We were playing a game that earns you points for fucking other people. How mad could Tory get? I'm sure she was doing things with other people. She wouldn't let me see her phone; she never told me her entire plan. Just bits and pieces. I wonder how she was able to win three times, always scheming and double-crossing.

Nora's apartment was the last in the row; I could hear the rushing water of a river just on the other side of it. The knock felt loud in the middle of the night, like I wasn't supposed to be there.

"Hey." Nora leaned in the door frame, a sly little smirk with crossed arms covering her chest.

"Hi."

"How was your party?"

"Rough. Still have that whiskey?"

"Come on." She stepped aside and waved me in. It was cozy, warm amber lights from a floor lamp. Little bulbs strung across her ceiling, a real fire in her fireplace. It smelled of juniper, the best wood for fireplaces if you don't mind the popping. "You want to talk or drink about it?"

"Drink."

Nora poured a glass for me, neat no ice, no mixer. We sat on her little loveseat in front of the fire. She pulled a soft blanket over her lap, leaned against the armrest and sipped her whiskey. She didn't speak; waiting for me to start. I didn't want to; I wanted to hear what she knew. My glass emptied, having to force the strong amber liquid down. Who drinks it straight?

"I fucked up."

Just a slight nod, another sip from her glass. She tried to comfort me with a soft face; eyes opened; all her attention. I felt the whiskey hit my system, the fuzzy blend with the THC. I exhaled long and slow, trying to appear calm. The silence was tearing at me, I didn't know how long I could manage it without losing my mind.

"How do you handle someone completely ignoring you?"

"You can't control other people's actions; only your own." She slid closer on the couch, her hand bringing the blanket over my lap. "What do you want them to say?"

"That it will be okay; that we can fix it."

"What if you can't? Would you rather they say that?"

"No."

"People need time to process things; everyone does it differently. What do you do?"

"Make it worse usually."

"It will be fine Tyler, I've heard nothing but good things about you. You're attractive, you're young, you have so much in front of you. Don't get stuck on one mistake."

"It's not just one, it seems like a chain reaction. One mistake leads to another, then another, forever."

"Tell me, where did it start?"

I told Nora about everything since I got here, the first party, the game. Once I started, I couldn't stop, my throat was tense by the time I finished. My head instinctively fell on her shoulder; her hands were soft as they stroked my hair.

"I know about the game Tyler; I'm sorry if I didn't make that clear. I won two years ago. I almost quit after, moved back to Boston." Her arm draped over my shoulder as she pulled me in closer. My face was nestling up to her breasts; her t-shirt was thin; I could feel them press into her chest as my face rested on them.

"I should have seen it; especially after the challenge I just got." At least she admitted it. I don't think she ever lied to me, just let me believe what I wanted. "What's your challenge right now?"

"Let me show you." She pulled her phone over from the table, scrolled through the app and showed me her chat.

Sir-Ma'am-Whiskey

'Personal Challenge Complete: 5 points awarded.' - Sir

'Your Point Total is now: 40.' - Sir

'New Personal Challenge: Offense or Defense. Pick one: Drive a wedge between Whip and Cane. (OR) Form team of your own with at least four members. - 25 points' - Ma'am

"You're trying to break us apart?"

"I was. After Jacky told Caleb she was done with him, I put the pieces together. You were there; you disappeared for an hour. I was planning to team with Caleb... Then you initiated Jen; Caleb is going to be pissed." She lifted my chin, her ocean blue eyes cutting through the fog in my mind. "We would make a great team; I want to be back on top. I'll even give you first place... Tory makes her partners take second. Half her partners drop out of the top 10."

"Why?"

"She uses them; then tosses them aside when it gets close to the end. She and I were partners in my first year. In March we were number 1 and 2. It only took her two weeks to play me, confuse me, make me sabotage myself. I finished 22nd that year."

"How did you drop that fast?"

"Toward the end the challenges aren't just for gaining points, you can lose a lot of points too. I lost over a hundred in one day." She stood up and started walking toward the staircase. "Let me show you something."

I was staring at her white cotton bottoms, hugging her hips. Her giggle snapped me out of it, standing and hurrying to follow. The influences were making it hard to focus; my head was making less sense than the one between my legs.

Upstairs was a loft, large bed with racks and shelves of toys. Nora lit a candle, turned on the large TV hanging on her wall, and motioned for me to join her. I sat beside her, her body warmth letting me unwind further.

A video started; it was a younger Nora and Tory. The two of them were naked, kissing and rolling around on a bed. Tory didn't have as many tattoos; but the vines were there. A man came onto the screen, took Tory's waist and pulled him close. Tory paused, "You first Nora. I want to watch you again."

The girls giggled, kissed and then I watched Nora have sex with this man. She let out a sigh as the video ended. "My challenge was to not have sex the rest of the week. Kissing was fine, everything but penetration. The penalty was losing 50 points."

Nora stood, turned off the tv and stood in front of me. Her long white legs, bare of any marks or tattoos. My mind suddenly thought of them wrapped around me. "Tory told me her challenge was a threesome; she would get 100 points. She would help me get my points back the next week. Turned out, her challenge was to get me to fail mine. She got 50 points from the masters; and stole 50 points from me."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm over it by now, but it caused me to spiral. I lost trust in her, in everyone. Tried to play selfishly by myself. It was mistake after mistake. Failed challenges stacked up, I was left with under 100 points by the end."

"How did you win?"

"I teamed up. Did better the next year, then won the year after. Turns out I'm really good when I have people I trust and who trust me." She straddled me, the whiskey on her breath blowing into my face as she leaned in. Her body was warm, inviting and all my nerves calmed as she rested her weight on me. "Let's team up Cane. Let me prove my loyalty to you; whatever you want. Just ask."

I didn't ask; I kissed her. Once it started, there was no stopping it. She shoved me flat on the bed, flung off her shirt and kissed me again. The whiskey on our breaths mingled and burned, our body temperatures rising with it. It was a blur, my pants were gone, my cock was hard and Nora had inserted it while grinding in my lap.

I felt all the tension release from my body as I growled into her ear. Her whimpers returned in mine, and nothing else mattered. All the troubles and doubts washed away, the tight warm sensation the only thing I could focus on. Her cheeks filled my hand, loose, full, bouncing and shaking with her movements.

I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked, flicked and played while my shaft was being massaged by her hole. She was sweet, her soft points almost waiting for my tongue. I wrapped my arms around her back and flung her around. Pushed her onto all fours and gripped her hair like I was about to tame a mustang. I shoved inside desperately, that first recoil of her ass making me chuckle with lust.

It was fat, not firm or petite. Fat. Every time my hips slammed into it, I could see the ripples spread all around it. I used her hair and as leverage and pounded every ounce of frustration out of my body. Each thrust pushing her whole weight forward, stopped by the pull of her hair backwards. In the moment I wasn't concerned on her pleasure; only my own.

"You have such a fat ass Nora; Jesus how do you keep this in your work pants."

I felt the silky-smooth skin in my hand. Painted with freckles, a hypnotizing rock back and forth. I slapped it. Played with it. Got lost in the sensations building around it. Our sweaty scents began filling the room. Each hard thrust drawing more from my body. I spanked her again. And again. Until there was a sting in my hand. It didn't even faze her.

"Shut up and Fuck me Cane... YES... keep fucking me like you hate me... let it all out... fuck yes... ohhhh fuck... yes... hahaha... Has Tory even let you... do this? Spank her ass while taking in her sexy little body bouncing on your cock? No?"

"No... fuck... this is better... fuck her... make me forget about her... take my dick... cum on my dick... scream until your voice is the only one I hear."

I could feel the burn of my core as my hips kept working. I had great leverage, her red fire hair in my hand, the other around her wide hips. I pushed her head flat on the bed, no longer gripping her scalp. I used her head as a brace, swung my other hand around her front and massaged her clit while my heavy length kept sliding inside of her.

It was a tough position. My muscles struggled to keep rhythm. Each forced cry out of the whimpering manager helped me keep going. Keep pushing. Harvesting each delicious sound out of her.

Her cries alternated between messy desperate whimpers and aggressively dominant laughs. She was so much fun. So light. No endless mystery. No chasing her until she finally gives in. It felt fucking amazing. Each slide of my shaft piling onto the mountain of pleasure that was rising inside of me.

I felt her warmth get hotter. Wetter. More willing to take me. Each motion hitting her back wall. Slamming deep inside of her. Our hips kept colliding, our bodies refusing to give in to the exhaustion.

"I'm fucking coming... holy shit your dick is thick... this is so good... better... you're amazing... don't stop..."

It made me grip her hair again, slam into her harder. Her warmth surrounded me, tightened then flooded my skin with her hot desire. God it was good, so fucking good. I blew, I didn't even tell her, just started groaning and buried myself all the way inside. Letting her feel my pulsing length fill her up.

"Yes Cane. Unleash inside of me. Paint me. I'm so full. You fill me up so well, so thick, so long... Mmhhmmm."

Nora looked over her shoulder at me, pushed her ass back a few more times before my softening dick fell out. She rolled over, scooped up my leaking cum from between her legs and sucked it off her fingers. "Do you want to stay the night?"

"I don't want to go home."

"Let's shower. I'll make you breakfast in the morning."

"Wait. Proof." She nodded as I took out my phone, snapped a picture of her leaking, and sent it off to Ma'am and Sir. I wanted my points, make sure this was all worth it.

"Take one for me too, make sure your face is in it." I held my arm out, Nora did a cute little peace sign and scrunched eyes pose. It was a cute selfie.

We showered together, Nora told me more stories of the game. She was direct, honest, very little mystery. She was the opposite of Tory, I could learn a lot. She led me downstairs, another bedroom.

"This bed is for sleeping; no early morning romps."

"I'm too tired anyways, I don't even want to think about the hangover I'll have."

"I have a remedy for that." She kissed my cheek and rolled over, her naked body pushing back into mine. It was comforting, warm, and peaceful. I fell asleep quickly.

Chapter 14:

Bacon. I loved bacon; it's all I smelt as I searched through the empty room. Nora's room. I really did it, Jen and Nora. I didn't think I had it in me. I wonder what Tory was doing, what she was thinking.

"Morning." Nora was leading against her door frame, just in her white panties from last night. Her shirt was still in a pile next to the bed. "I have bacon, how do you like your eggs?"

"Scrambled. Aren't you not supposed to cook bacon without a shirt?"

She flashed a grin and turned on one leg and walked back to the kitchen. "Are you complaining?"