Blackstone Resort's Secret Game

I stared at my screen. I could have gone to her place to be initiated. I could have had Tory. Would she have let me finish this time? It was done. Can't dwell on it now.

'Tired tonight. Tomorrow?' - Tyler.

I must have fallen asleep waiting for her response. I woke up in a sweat. A hot and stuffy room making it hard to sleep. It reminded me of the sweaty nights in Florida. I checked my phone, no text back from Tory, but there were two notifications on the app. One was in a new chat with four members:

Sir-Ma'am-Sapphire-Cane

'Sapphire has been awarded 10 points for initiating Cane.' - Ma'am

'Welcome to the Game Cane.' - Ma'am

Everyone

'Sapphire has initiated Cane. 10 Points have been awarded.' - Ma'am

[The video of Julie riding me.] - Ma'am

'Congrats.' - Whip

'Proud of you Sapphire!' - Queen

I got dressed, heading down to hopefully make some coffee. They had to have a pot here, maybe someone had already made it. Was 'Whip' Tory? Was she upset? Who was Queen?

"Good morning, Tyler." A little snicker followed; Gemma was sitting at the dining table with another book. Her glasses on the table, she was sipping coffee. "Thank you for wearing clothes."

"Sorry about last night, I didn't think anyone would be there. Is there more coffee?"

She gestured toward the steaming pot, as I took a cup and joined her. Her nose was in the book, not removing her eyes from the pages as she drank from her mug.

"Where do you work?"

She set the book down, politely giving me her attention. "The spa, I do the massages." She saw the gears turning, "Don't even ask. If you want a massage, you can book one and pay for it like everyone else."

I nodded, retreating to my room to get ready for my day. I bumped into a cook coming through the front door, end of shift. I didn't recognize him, only noticing his profession by the knife roll he carried. He didn't even look up, dropping down the stairs hurriedly. A lot of people here, maybe I shouldn't have gotten involved with Julie.

I got dressed and rushed to the bus, making sure I wasn't late. The shift went by quickly, Connie training me in prep, Billy showing me the ropes on the line. He was the Chef de Parti; I wasn't sure what that meant, but he always emphasized party. He brought me up to the restaurant to help close out the night. Only a few tables and a couple of servers. I watched a blonde ponytail bounce around the floor, swinging by the line to pick up food.

"How long on the calamari?" Her ocean blue eyes shot to me, standing by the fryer. Her brows were raised, impatiently waiting for my response.

"No idea." I started to turn and find Billy; he had stepped in back to grab something.

"What do you mean, no idea? It's a five-minute pick up and it's been on the rail for a lot longer than that."

"I'm just here to help close. I haven't been trained..."

She cut me off, "Where's Billy?"

I motioned behind me, trying to explain. She didn't wait, yelling at Billy as soon as she turned the corner. She rushed back into the dining room. I could see the anger melt off her face as her eyes widened and a big cheery smile returned. The fake hospitality smile when she crossed the threshold. I was glad I didn't have to deal with guests, pretend to be happy as they yelled at me.

"She kind of sucks."

Billy just laughed as he came around and started making the order. "Yeah, she's a rough one, but you get used to her." He paused, "Have you got your housing assignment yet?"

"Yeah, big house with a bunch of people."

He nodded and finished the order. "April, rush calamari."

She returned and snatched it out of the window. Not even glancing in my direction. Billy could see my face tightening. "Don't worry about it, she's a perfectionist. Don't mess up and you two will get along great." He laughed again, like there was a joke I was missing. "Do you know she lives there too?"

"Are you sure?"

"Only one house for employees, the rest are apartments. You got lucky. The best parties are there. Do you want to go out tonight? I think there's a party at one of the server's houses."

"Down. I'll shower here. Can I ride with you?"

We finished closing, I showered in the locker room and jumped on the shuttle looking for Billy. He was talking with Julie; her eyes were telling me more than the words she was saying. Did she get around to everyone?

"Hey guys."

Julie nodded and smiled; Billy fist-bumped me. "Are you sure you don't want to come Julie? Going to be fun, Stephanie's parties usually go crazy."

"Not tonight, I had a heavy workout last night. Just want to rest." She didn't look at me when she said it, but it still made me smile.

I jumped into Billy's car, a little beat-up Subaru. The drive went by quickly, if not a little terrifying. Curvy mountain roads, him hitting the rumble strips as he smoked a blunt. He passed it to me, but I denied it. I can't mix anything with alcohol; I've repeated that mistake too many times.

We found ourselves in the middle of the kitchen, loud Spanish music shaking the cups laid out for beer pong. We won our first match against some other guys, Billy stepped away to grab beers and refill our cups. Our next opponents stepped up, April and some tall black-haired Latina. April seemed just as pleasant as earlier.

"Who brought the new guy? Why are you here? Was it Billy? Make him leave Steph; he can't do anything right. He's going to make all of lives harder, we don't want him here."

Stephanie seemed confused, trying to calm down her friend. Billy jumped in too, "Chill the fuck out April, smoke some weed, or pull the giant dildo out of your ass."

"Let's just play, April." Stephanie let out a little laugh as she patted April's back. "We can beat them and send them home packing."

"Perfect, we win, you go home."

"And if we win?" Billy was pulling off his vape. The smoke settled on the table, then dissipated.

"Name it, doesn't matter."

"What do you want, Tyler? Titty flash? Make them troll under the table for the next match?"

"If we win, you can only say nice things to me the rest of the night."

Stephanie laughed loudly. "Good luck with that. You'd have to duct tape her mouth."

We won. The look on April's face was priceless. Pissed, annoyed, and wanting to bite my head off. But she couldn't, at least she was true to her word. She left, leaving Billy and I to face the next team. Stephanie came over to our side, talking and chatting while we played. She was a morning server, never worked on weekends. Maybe I should work breakfast. She was hot, curvy, constantly laughing and asking questions.

The games rolled on; we played for hours, never losing. I met a lot of people from different departments, couples, singles, girls, and guys. It was a weird way to network, but it was efficient. The beer started getting to me, it was late, I was ready to call it. Maybe try and convince Julie to crawl into my bed.

I said my goodbyes, called a taxi and went out on the front deck. I shivered as I puffed on a cigarette I bummed from Billy. Stephanie snuck up behind me, moving under my arm. I let her, she was warm, it was cold. A great excuse.

"You looked great in that video."

"What video?"

"With Julie."

She saw me cock my head, patted my chest and whispered. "I go by Bass, like the music. Keep any eye out for me, you would be a fun one." She went back inside by the time my brain caught up. Another player, was April in it too?

The van pulled up before I could make sense of it. I jumped in the back and told him my address. I pulled out my phone, ready to drunkenly text Julie. There was a text from a few hours ago that I'd missed.

'Come over?' - Tory

I thought about texting back, but I decided on a call. She could ignore me, but at least I'd know right away. The phone rang, once, twice...

"Hello?"

"Can I still come over?"

"Hurry. Before I fall asleep and lock you out in the snow."

She hung up. I asked to change the address; it wasn't too far away from here. The taxi dropped me off and I went up the dark steps, no lights on anywhere. I knocked, again, once more. Nothing. Dammit.

'It's unlocked. Come find me.' - Tory

I entered, using my phone as a flashlight. I couldn't see any lights, except a dim one, in the hall. My crotch throbbed, was she in the dungeon? I descended the stairs to the garage in a rush, cold empty room at the bottom. The bookshelf was open, red light pouring out.

I stepped in, searching the room. Tory was leaning on the bed, her chest toward me. She wore dark leather, hugging her tightly. I could see the tattoo between her breasts from across the room; I was more concerned with what was in her hand. A whip. It was her, in the chat; maybe I shouldn't have come.

With every step she took toward me, I panicked. The click of her heels was deafening in the silent room. She hadn't said a word, yet I could feel her anger. See the scowl on her face, the whip unfurling to her side. CRACK.

She snapped it off to her right. I jumped, took a step back. I could feel my heart in my throat. All I wanted to do was run and keep running until I found a new resort. One without a crazy dominatrix hunting me. My body didn't move, it wanted to stay, my heart maybe, more likely my dick.

"So, I bring you into this game, welcome you with open arms... and you run to the first tight cunt who asks?"

I wasn't even focused on her toned figure being hugged by leather; my eyes couldn't stop staring at the whip. CRACK.

"Answer me."

"I thought it was part of the game. I just wanted to start getting points."

CRACK.

"Did you get any?"

"No."

"Too bad. You cost me points." Her hand had caressed my face, her glowing eyes inches from mine. "Strip, lay on the bench, face down."

I started taking off my layers, a tremble in my hands. Tory didn't stop the verbal abuse.

"I didn't win last year by letting other people take points from me. This is the last time you will be involved with another player without telling me. Understood?"

"I didn't know. I thought..." CRACK.

"I don't care. Now everyone knows. I nominated you... and didn't initiate you. I don't like the way that makes me look."

My chest was cold against the leather, Tory tying my hands into the restraints. Her fingers drug along my exposed body as she continued.

"If you want me to mentor you, teach you how to play the game. Teach you to win. You owe me. One. Lash. Beg for it."

"Are you serious? That can break skin." My mind was racing, I thought the whip was just intimidation, would she actually use it on me?

CRACK.

"It hurts; that's the point. I won't use it; I won't hurt you... unless you beg me to."

No fucking way, no way would I let her do this. It could scar, other people would notice; Julie would notice. I just needed to get out, to run... shit. She told me no more running; and she was right. It couldn't hurt that bad... it's only one.

"What happens after?"

"You can experience me for longer than 10 seconds... or I can give you advice, on how to play; how to win."

"Do it." I could feel her unmoving shape looking down at me, I waited for the lash, but it didn't come. 'Beg,' she said. "Please. Whip me."

CRACK.

The pain was sudden, blinding, hot like a knife across my back. Her hands immediately soothed it, oil, lotion, I didn't know. It eased the pain; it cooled the wound. Her words made me forget about it.

"Advice or me?"

Her. Of course, her. I didn't even know if I wanted to keep playing. This shit was crazy, why would I keep going. Why would I choose advice, I couldn't win... could I? I should take my five minutes of bliss and move on.

"Advice."

"Good." She undid the restraints, massaging my wrists and ankles after each leather cuff fell to the floor. She kneeled in front of me as I sat upright. A soft playful chuckle, her hand brushed across my hard cock. "You liked that more than you know." She stroked it up and down, looking up into my eyes.

It felt good. Really fucking good, a simple hand job and I was losing my mind. I couldn't let go of her intoxicating green eyes. She licked her lips and talked in a low, raspy voice.

"The game is meant to test you, push you, and make you a stronger person. Sexually, professionally, in life in general. You don't have to complete every challenge; some challenges are made intending to provoke, confuse, make you cross lines you shouldn't." Her hand was speeding up; her tongue making exaggerating licks across her lips between sentences.

"I will use you. Everyone will use you. Find your compass, let it lead you. And don't ever..."

I erupted, all over her face. She stopped speaking and took my tip in her mouth; sucking out every drop. I let out a loud grunt, the pain forcing itself out of my body in the form of pleasure. I'd never cum like that before, it was different, deeply satisfying.

"That's all for today. Go get some rest. You've earned it."

I couldn't even respond; my mind was a few minutes behind. I watched her leave; her leather bottoms barely containing her cheeks. Behind some hidden doors, she disappeared. I called another taxi, slowly getting dressed. Trying to assess the advice she gave me.

The taxi dropped me off, cold wind expelling the last of the alcohol in my system. The house was silent, appeared empty. I climbed the stairs back to my room, wanting a shower. How bad would my back hurt in the hot water? What the fuck man. Tory. Billy couldn't have warned me? Did he even know?

I opened the door, flipped the light switch, and almost had a heart attack. On the bed, asleep; Julie. She started to stir as the lights came on. I wanted to go sleep on the couch, get a taxi to some motel. Tory would kill me if I did it again.

"Took you long enough... how drunk did you get?"

I walked past her, toward the bathroom. "Very... I need to sleep." I turned on the shower, standing in the doorway, trying to think of something to send her away without completely burning the bridge. "I threw up. A lot, I'm sorry."

"Come on. Shower, then come fuck me. I got my next challenge, it's so easy. All I have to do is have sex with you again, record it and send it in."

"Maybe tomorrow, I still haven't gotten one. When will I get one?"

"Could be in the morning, or next week. It depends. Come on," She lifted her shirt over her head, those unforgettable nipples pleading me to act. "We can be quick."

I shut the bathroom door and locked it, my head resting against it. I heard her voice through it. "Must have been a rough night. Text me if you change your mind, maybe I'll come wake you up." She giggled as I heard her footsteps leave the room, carrying down the stairs.

I stepped into the shower and felt the burn on my back, Tory's reminder; not to cross her again. I wanted to feel Julie; thank God Tory made me finish. I ran through the events from the dungeon, every word she said, the outfit she was wearing, the subtle pine scent I hadn't even registered while I was there. My dick was hardening; I wanted to beat it with a bat. I needed to use my head; the one on my shoulders.