Blackstone Resort's Secret Game

Billy pulled me from the prep kitchen early; someone got fired. They were going to test me out on the line until they could re-hire someone.

Billy seemed excited, "I hated that guy. Always disappearing, called out regularly, but management would never get rid of him. I heard he got caught in a room with a guest, who knows though.

"You'll be on Fryer; I'll try and train as much as possible but it's busy."

He gave me a book with all the dishes and showed me how to set it up. Dinner service was about to start; we could see the first guests lining up at the host stand. There were a lot of them.

"First night?"

"Working the line. Yeah."

"It's a hell of a first night, 400 on the books. Don't stress too much, it's just food."

"Thanks. I'm Tyler."

"I know." A coy smile was framed by her curly black hair; bouncing with every word. "Veronica. Welcome to the shit show."

She walked away, tight sleeves covering everything but her hands under her uniform. She had tattoos peeking out on her neck and apparently everywhere.

"It's going to be fine. Don't listen to her." Billy was doing everything in his power to keep moral high, but it was in vain.

Tickets came fast and furious and before I knew it, I was thirty minutes late on everything. Then an hour late. April was up and down the line, berating and talking down to everyone. It was the worst I'd ever seen her. One too many yells at the pastry cook, and she got hit with a handful of flour.

I'd only met Jen briefly, but she was now my favorite person on property. It looked like April was about to jump over the counter and strangle her; Veronica was there. Calming her down, she had a hand around her shoulder, walking her toward the back.

I don't know why I said it, maybe the stress from the night, the satisfaction of what I just witnessed, or all the above.

"Your new make-up looks great April."

Right as she was walking by my station. She threw a basket of fries at me, then a ramekin of ranch, I was just happy the soup was already ran to table 3.

"Come-on Tyler." I'd only known Veronica for a few hours, but her words hurt more than any April ever said to me.

Disappointment, she thought better of me... did anyways.

We finished the service, a defeated aura in the entire restaurant. Except for Billy, he slung an arm around me as we cleared the last ticket. "I've had worse; you will too. Let's clean up and grab a beer. We both need it."

"Any parties tonight?"

"Probably. Vibes will be off; I know a good bar. Shoot some pool, maybe some tequila."

We got to the shuttle, the quietest I'd ever heard. House parties would be weird; Billy was right. His car barely started from the cold, no snow, but it was somehow worse without it.

The bar we pulled up to was in a strip mall looking place, a rundown little dive. It seemed appropriate for the night we just had.

Dimly lit, pool tables, some Metallica song on the jukebox you queue up with your phone. Billy ordered for both of us, a PBR and a sidecar of Jose. The tequila went down quickly, the PBR down terribly.

"This is fitting for the night." Billy laughed as we made our way to the pool tables.

"Shit."

Playing on the back table, April and Julie.

"Let's go to a different bar, or home, I don't care."

"It will be fine; there's an open table right next to them." He dragged me by shoulder, "Just don't say anything dumb."

I smiled at Julie, but she was more interested in Billy. The two of them talked, Billy giving a generous debrief of the night. April and I stayed on opposite sides of the tables, not even acknowledging the other. Billy pulled us all over for a round of shots, much to April's dismay.

"At least these didn't take an hour to come out."

I let it go, Veronica's words still cutting deep. I was better than this; I didn't have to stoop to her level. I grabbed my glass and held it all up for us the cheers.

"Tonight, fucking sucked. Let's forget everything, get drunk and have fun."

"Cheers!" The four of us downed a shot, Julie suggesting we all just play together.

"Boys vs Girls?"

"No shot. It wouldn't be close. Billy and I vs you and April."

Julie had found herself in Billy's back pocket. Close enough to make her intentions obvious. April and I shared a glance, quickly breaking eye contact.

"Sure. It will be fun."

It was; somehow. We had decided to just be in the moment. The teasing about missed shots and bad form felt like jabs, not uppercuts. The accidental contacts turned into a hip bump and laugh, not a glare into your soul. We were close to winning; one ball left before the 8. Then April sank the wrong one, we lost.

"Oh well... Next rounds on me, set it up again." I pat April's shoulder as I turned to the bar. It was only a few steps when I felt her presence come up beside me.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Not making this night any worse."

"Don't mention it. This is more fun than fighting anyways."

We shared a brief smile as we approached the bar. Four more beers and another round of shots. April helped carry them over but stopped only a few steps from the bar.

"Let's give them a minute."

Billy and Julie were making out, almost falling onto the pool table. We set down the drinks on a cocktail round, leaning against the table as we waited. We drank our shots together; April had to clear her throat after.

"Not a bad way to blow off steam I guess, she told me we needed to go out tonight. I think I know why now."

April was watching intently. I guess Julie was ready to move on after this morning; or maybe making me jealous. I don't get girls man.

"Man, they're still going." I couldn't help but laugh. Trying to cover up the pangs of envy or maybe anger that were in my gut. Our faces were close, our hands closer as we peered at the shameless duo. We looked at each other, thoughts rolling around in my head. Then my phone rang. Tory.

"Give me a minute, I'll be right back."

I stepped into the frozen night, shivering as I answered. "Please tell me your back in the dungeon waiting for me to come over."

She laughed, sincere humor. "No, outside your house. You have a minute?"

"I'm at a bar... Slopes? I think it's close to your place."

"Oh yeah it is, meet me at my house? I'd love to see you tonight."

"See you soon."

I walked it, only 10 minutes or so but it could have been an hour with the freezing wind. I sent Billy a text; something came up. See you later. He didn't respond, seemed busy.

I had a feeling, felt like she liked him longer, I was just an opportunity for her; not an interest. It hurts less that way, at least.

A Jeep's horn honked, lights flashed, and those gorgeous green eyes stared at me through the drives side window.

"Sorry Ma'am; I'm not a prostitute."

"Shut up and get in." Another cute laugh, I was on a roll.

I gave Tory the recap of the night, dumpster, explosion, fire; she got the jist of it. We were at her place within minutes.

She parked the car but didn't turn it off. The light hum of the engine, the fading sound of edm as she twisted the dial.

"Did you complete a challenge today?"

"I did. More punishment for the first night mistake."

"Elaborate."

"I had to make Julie apologize for stealing your points. I completed it."

"Did you help her finish hers?"

"Yes. Two birds one stone type of thing, I guess. Hers was just to have sex with me again; the challenges are weird. That seems so easy."

"They're all tests one way or another." Her lips were straight, eyes even, I couldn't read her. "Sometimes just for the spectacle."

"What do you mean?"

"I saw the video from this morning, I'm sure they wanted to see if you could turn the tables. See who you wanted more."

"How did y..."

"Doesn't matter how. Why did you help her?"

"I felt bad. Like really bad. Her face was sad, like I'd destroyed her. I helped her find a silver lining. I think she's over it now though."

"Why?"

"Billy's tongue was halfway down her throat, I'm sure something else is halfway down her something else by now."

The car turned off, she opened the door and moved toward the house. I followed her up the stairs and through the front door. She took off her giant coat, took mine from me, and hung them by the door. She waited, arms crossed, contemplating something.

"Do you want some more advice?"

"As long as you give it to me the same way."

I looked her up and down. It wasn't as sexy as her leather clothes; but her casual leggings and sweater combo was adorable. She looked kind of innocent with her tattoos covered up.

"I have a better Idea." Her hands grazed my cheek as she walked past me, toward the hall. Then she stopped, removed her leggings in one exaggerated peel, and started up the stairs. A bright pink lace thong, it didn't seem her style at all.

"Whose are those? I wouldn't guess you for a pink panty girl."

The adorable laugh made its third appearance. Her smile barely visible in the corner of her mouth; she took them off and tossed them at me.

"There's things you don't know about me."

I watched her firm lines climb the stairs; she never skipped leg day. In fact, I think she only ever did leg day. I was happy standing at the bottom, waiting for her little show to finish before I followed.

She turned the corner without looking back or slowing down. I'd never seen her room; I pictured something similar to the dungeon. I was just a little off.

The door was cracked; there was a soft white light coming out. A little desk in a nook, white string lights surrounding a monitor and pink lit gaming PC. A big white plush rug in the middle of the room, leading to a cream and lavender colored duvet covering a giant California King bed.

Against the headboard, legs spread, inviting smile; Tory. Her top still on, she had an impatient crease across her lips. Surrounded by white, pink and purple pillows; she had a girly side after all.

"Who's the girly one now?"

"You know I can still send you home, right?" The smile she was trying to hide told me that wouldn't happen, but I didn't want to push my luck.

"So, what's this 'better' idea?" I let my chest fall to the bed, slowing crawling up to her.

"I'll give you advice... if you make me finish. Tongue only, no hands, like a pie eating contest."

"I like pie."

Her eyes rolled into a quick raise of her brow. A single finger pointing down. She hid her enjoyment, keeping her lips tightly pressed together. No words, not wanting to crack just yet. I'd want that mouth to open wide with noises, advice, then more uncontrollable sounds. I could feel the pressure growing below just thinking about it.

I kissed her foot, her ankle, up her calve and onto her thigh. Her skin was warming up, getting hotter with every touch. I repeated the same steps on the other side, noticing the definition of her muscles. Her legs were a work of art, both from the gym and the tattoo parlor. I traced one of the vines around her thigh with my tongue, following it to the lines below her stomach.

I passed right by her invitation, following the vine up to her shirt. I tried to move it, to get my first look at where the tattoo led. She shut it down.

"Huh ha. No, down there only. Don't keep me waiting, I might fall asleep."

It was playful, gentle; the complete opposite of yesterday's encounter. I wish she smiled at me like this every day; it was nice. I licked in the crease where her thighs met her abdomen, letting my hot breath tickle as I passed over her heat. I let it linger a few seconds, then parted her slowly. She was rich, lotion mixing with her natural flavor.

My lips spread as I heard that her breath get heavy. Through our first interactions, she hadn't let her mask fall. Brief cracks that showed she liked me, but she never let it drop completely. It felt like that was finally within reach.

Each pass brought a slight vocal change, settling into a low rasp as I moved the hood and brough out her pearl. Delicate, quick flicks and the heavy breath turned into the gentlest moan I'd ever heard. She was trying to keep it contained; it wasn't working.

I moved down her labia, splitting her inner lips from the outer. Circles around her entirety. My tongue explored every inch, making sure nothing was left untouched. She responded beautifully, a gasp, a whimper, a controlled stream of air in a long exhale. I moved back to the top, a little suckle, a bounce of my lower jaw, and a long slow suck.

"Hmmmm... Hah... yes... mhm... good... keep doing that..."

I tried my best to maintain rhythm, falling of slightly with the tire of my jaw.

*bop*

A familiar tap of my forehead.

"Don't stop means keep doing what you're doing."

I pushed through fatigue, trying to just move my tongue and not my entire mouth. Her tender groan affirmed that I was back on track.

"Yup... that one, right there, don't slow, don't speed... Right. Fucking. There."

Her thighs closed suddenly, yet gentle. Like she stopped the vice from popping my head. Her voice carried into a higher pitched noise, almost a hum. My tongue a gentle wave of the ocean, flick up; swipe down. Over. And. Over. Again.

One screech, half a second. Then another, another; then that low sexy growl coming out of her. I felt my chin get warm and wet; her thighs no longer being restrained; they crushed my face. I did everything in my power to maintain consistent motions as her body convulsed around my head.

A rough grip snagged a tuft of hair from my scalp, lifting my head up. God that smile was sexy, her mask fully removed.

"That's one."

She pulled on me, bringing my dripping face to hers. We kissed; I bit her lip; trying to give my tongue a break. I wanted to do it again, not just for more advice; but for those delicious sounds to come back.

"Now, go shower. I'll give you your advice after you get rid of the dive-bar smell."

"Join me?"

"Maybe. Go start and maybe you'll even stay the night."

That did it; I jumped up and shed my clothes quickly as I moved into the hall. Not wanting to open random doors through her hall, I popped my head back in to ask which the bathroom was.

She had thrown her head back on the pillows, a little giggle coming out. I decided not to ask, let her enjoy her moment. First door on the left, a closet. First door on the right, locked. Only one left, it opened to a smaller area, basic tub/shower combo. I flipped the light, turned on the water, and dropped the last of my clothes.

I tried to shower slowly and give her time to join. She didn't. I dried off, walking back into her room in just a towel. She was under the sheets, appearing to be asleep. I walked over to bed quietly, her voice coming alive on my approach.

"Get in bed. Let's sleep."

I nestled up behind her; the towel was left on the floor. Her hand reached back and felt me cuddling up to her.

"Don't let that thing poke me all night."

She turned her head over, the front of her body still facing away from me. "Thank you... that was... good. Do you want your advice?"

I nodded, my fingers tracing up her bare thighs, stopping on some soft cotton fabric around her hips.

"Don't try and hide anything from the couple running the game. Make your decision, stick with it, live by it."

"Can my decision be you?"

"Heh... for now."

I had started to drift off to sleep, my naked body spooning behind Tory. I'd wished she had gotten naked as well, but I was just happy to be here. I was thinking of my day off the next day, maybe get Tory to play hooky, teach me to ski, let me do the tongue thing again.

*Buzz*

My phone, a video. I pulled it up, it was from Julie. Tory noticed, rolling over to watch it with me.

[Julie was riding a blindfolded Billy. In my bed.] - Julie

"We can still be partners. Right?" - Julie

"They pair you up; then pit you against one another. Don't stress; I'm sure it was a challenge. It won't be the last either. Let's sleep."

"Is Billy in the game?"

"No." She laughed a little as she turned back over. "Not yet."