Blackstone Resort's Secret Game

I woke up to a knock on my door. I was still in the resort room until they gave me my housing assignment. Half-asleep I slowly made my way, expecting some housekeeper. It was Tory, she was wearing slacks and a button-down shirt, very professional. Her hair tied into a ponytail; I tried to smile at her. She pushed past me, handing me an envelope.

"Good morning, Tory."

She sat on my bed and crossed her legs, leaning back on her arms. "Good morning. Your housing assignment is in there; make sure you're packed and ready to go after your shift. Julie works at the front desk; she gets off around the same time as you. She's one of your new roommates, she will show you how to get there and give you a tour."

"Can we have a little morning..." She cut me off.

"Were at work. Even if you haven't clocked in. Keep an eye on your phone, they will be in contact soon." She strolled past me, her fingers sliding along my bare chest. She was out of the room, flashing a little smile back at me before the door closed. A lingering scent of pine was left behind, like she had applied extra to entice my senses.

I brewed some coffee out of the cheap pot and drank it on the patio. My phone buzzed. A new number.

'Congratulations, Tyler. This is a game of secrets. To prove your compliance and build trust, you must share a secret from your life. You get one try, if it is not acceptable, you will be denied. Do you wish to join?'

I stared at my phone for ten minutes. I knew what it should be; I was a long way from Miami. I started typing it; regretting every character as it filled the screen. That's the point, right? They have a secret of mine, so I don't spill theirs. I can find another resort in Canada if this blows up, I can keep running, the world is a big place. I stared at the message, relieving the memories I'd wish to forget. The look on her face, the stupid shrug from him. The snickering in the dugout, the collapse of my season. The only way out is through.

'Thank you. Yes.'

'I walked in on my mother having an affair with my college baseball coach. She told me she would stop, then she did it again, with two players on the team. My father doesn't know. He can never know.'

They responded quickly, it was an invite to a group chat through an app. It said my profile was already created. I downloaded the app and logged in. A welcome message popped up, there were three group chats already formed. 3 members, 11 members, and 27 members.

'Your alias is Cane. Do not share personal information over this app. Score as many points as you can until the ski lifts close. Points are awarded for completing challenges or helping others complete theirs. Send proof of your completed challenge to the group with you, Sir and Ma'am. The winner will be rewarded handsomely. You will receive your first challenge soon. Good Luck.'

The other two chats were labeled: 'Gentlemen' and 'Everyone'. Everything was blank, at least for me. I got dressed, packed my bag, and went to the kitchen. My mind raced all day, barely able to focus on the training I was receiving.

Her name was Constance, but everyone called her Connie. She laughed after every task she gave me. She was cute, a little older than me, and very nice. There's no way she's in the game.

The shift went quickly; I didn't even see Billy today. I stopped by the front desk after, to find my tour guide Tory had assigned. Behind the desk was an agent not dressed in the normal uniform. She was older, maybe 40, southeast Asian. She was pretty, why was everyone here so pretty?

"Julie?"

"No." She didn't even look up, finishing her typing. "You must be Tyler, welcome. I'm Jaqueline, I run the front office. Julie just left, you should be able to catch her on the shuttle." She gave me a pleasant smile and sent me downstairs.

I changed and waited outside of the locker room. An Asian girl walked out, beautiful, light skin, petite frame. She was younger, her body covered by a giant plush parka.

"Julie?"

"Yes. Long day, try to keep up, okay? Shuttle leaves in two minutes."

I followed her quick steps, for how short she was you couldn't tell by her pace. I almost had to trot to stay by her side. She was quiet, barely said anything the whole ride. We pulled up to the house; a giant three-story place tucked in a cul de sac of other mansions. She gave a basic tour, kitchen, living room, patio with a hot tub. She was buried in her phone the whole time.

"Where's my room?"

"Upstairs, the master was the only one left. You'll have a private bathroom, I'll show you." She had shed the giant coat but still hid behind a loose sweater. I followed her up, her jeans creasing just right with every step. She had a nice curve, for a girl of her stature, even if she tried to hide it.

She opened the door, an open hand inviting me in. I moved past her, taking in the almost empty room other than a small twin-sized bed and little dresser.

"They don't really furnish this place for us, huh?" She didn't answer, but I heard the door close, the soft click of a lock. I turned, her sweater already on the ground. She peeled her jeans off her legs like they were ironed on. She was standing in a bra and black thong cut across her hipbone, a slight gap between her thighs.

"You're Cane."

"Uh..." She saw the surprise on my face, but not confusion.

"You haven't been initiated yet."

"Shouldn't Tory be the one..." She cut me off.

"If you're playing... you can't have allegiance to anyone but yourself." Her bra hit the ground next, the tiniest areolas I'd ever seen; they fit the shape of her breasts perfectly. High and firm on her frame.

"We get points for initiating... I almost laughed when I realized it was you. Tory shouldn't have let you come home. I can't pass this up; I haven't scored yet." Her thong dropped, and she closed the distance between us quickly. "But I'm about to."

I was surprised by the force she had, shoving me onto the small bed, ripping down my pants. Taking my length in her hands. Would I get points for this too, or was she using me? Her tongue removed any care; I'd find out later. Right now, I wanted what tory denied me.

"Are you going to stop after the proof?" Julie paused, her brow furrowing for a moment.

"Did Tory not even finish the job? Just took a video and got off?"

"Yeah?"

She laughed, then swallowed my cock. I groaned, my hands running down her warm back. I tried to reach her ass, but couldn't. She took the hint, letting go and sliding up my body. Her hands pulled at the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head.

"Tory didn't want to play with this?" Motioning towards my chest. She chuckled as her tongue traced between pecs, up my neck, onto my lips. She tasted like cherry, a playful bite on my lower lip. My fingers searched for her tiny little lips down below; Her's already teasing herself. She aligned my tip, gently pushing down but not inserting.

"We could be good partners, you know. Same house, easy to complete challenges together. What do you say?"

How do I say no to that while her tight hole was seconds from swallowing my shaft. She parted her wetness, then stopped, waiting for an answer.

"Deal."

She slid down, slowly, each inch being met with a seductive whisper.

"Good. Now. Lay back. Close your eyes. Focus on the sensation building. My tight hole gripping your shaft. Is it the tightest you've ever had?"

"Yes. It's so fucking good. Uggghh."

She bottomed out, her lap flat on mine as I felt my pulsing cock straining against her. She pulled out her phone, starting to record.

"Welcome to the game Cane. Sorry Ladies." There was a playful tease in her fake apology; she was proud of herself.

She ended it and set the phone down, I expected her to jump off, say thanks and disappear. She didn't, she kissed me, licked my neck, and whispered. "Now flip me over and pound out all that frustration Tory filled you with."

I wrapped my arms around her small back, easily flipping her over; too easily. We rolled right off the small mattress, landing on my back. She laughed, started to say something, but I stopped her. Flipping again, reinserting my dick and begging to thrust.

"Ohhhh... shit. Good. Fuck me. Show me what you've got. Fuck me, Tyler."

I sped up, lifting her hips up to mine. Her back was almost off the ground; she was so light. So easy to maneuver, the grin formed on my face, and she saw.

"Yes. Manhandle my small, tight body, throw me around, use me, make me cum... just don't stop... mmmhhmmmm."

I found a rhythm that was making her squirm, two thrusts in quick succession, then one slow, deep push all the way inside. I repeated it, increasing the time between, watching her face twist in a surprised delight.

"You're so fucking hot Julie... my cock looks huge going inside of you."

"Am I your first Asian?"

I nodded, urgently as I grunted. I swear she was clamping down around my length every time I pushed inside of her.

"I'm surprised you haven't... fuck... blown yet..." She let out a wicked laugh, her hands started scraping down my chest; all nails. "Does this hurt?"

"No. I don't care, your pussy is all I can think of... Jesus... Fuck..."

The pain heightened everything, and it sent waves through me. She saw the look in my face, biting her lip. "You can't wait for me to go first?" A sad frown turned to pouty lips, she seemed so innocent, it was driving me wild.

"I can't... fuck. Julie." My eyes were wide open, every muscle I had tried to stop the inevitable.

"Pull out... cum on my stomach..." I reacted just in time, launching a giant load all over her. She shook her head, "You were doing so well too." She let out a sigh, her eyes studying me. They pointed down to the mess I made, "Do I have to ask you to clean me up?"

"Sorry. Right." I jumped up and ran to the bathroom, no towels. "I don't have towels. Why aren't there any towels?"

"There's some in the shared closet on the first floor. I'm getting in your shower, bring two, then join me." She ran two fingers through it, lifting it to her mouth and licking them. A gentle lip point at the door.

I pulled on my boxers and ran down the stairs, stepping into the living room. I rifled through the closet as I heard a shriek.

"Who in the world are you?"

I froze, turning back with two towels in my hands. A brunette girl was curled up on the couch under a heavy blanket. She had a book and a glass of tea in her hands, small wiry glasses about to fall off her nose.

"Tyler. Sorry. Just moved in, I'll see you later."

I scampered up the stairs as fast as I could. Trying to race away from the embarrassment. How many people lived here? Did anyone else play the game?

I made my way to the bathroom; the steam was already fogging up the mirror. I hung the towels and stepped into the glass enclosed shower. The water was scorching, too hot for me.

"Are you trying to burn me off you? Jesus Julie." I pushed flat against the wall, hiding from the lava spewing down.

"Don't be a wimp, it's not that hot." She smirked like she knew it was. She pulled me in and hugged me, her hands gripping my ass. "I could get used to this you know."

"Me too." I kissed her and suddenly the water wasn't that hot; it was just right. "I met another roommate, brunette, glasses?"

"Gemma. She's been here longer than me. We share a room in the basement." She laughed, "Did you have clothes on?"

"Boxers."

"Be careful, I don't think she's in on it. She may go to HR if you make a habit of that." She kissed me again, then turned off the shower. "Thanks for this, made a bad day a little better. I'll send off the proof; they'll respond to you after they get it." She started drying off, the towel rubbed against her chest as she caught me staring. "Don't worry... this won't be the last time."

She got dressed and left, blowing me a kiss as she shut the door behind her. I lay in the bed; her scent was still present. What was I getting myself into? Could I even handle it? It was a great distraction, the longest stretch of not seeing that image again. Not thinking about the bender that got me kicked off the team, the look in my dad's eyes as he asked why I did it. It was starting to come back, then my phone buzzed.

"You get settled in yet? Want to come over?" - Tory.

Fuck.