Blackstone Resort's Secret Game

The morning sun was bright, Tory must have opened her curtains. I rolled over, reaching my arm out to feel hear warmth in the bed next to me. It wasn't there, it was cold. An empty bed, just a postcard.

"Didn't want to wake you. Won't be home until six or seven, you can stay or you can go."

She signed her name with a little heart next to it. I checked my phone, maybe more instructions from her. A text from Billy, five notifications on the app. Oh boy.

'Hey. Can we talk today? I know you're off, but something came up. Call me when you wake up." - Billy

Everyone

'Public Bounty: 69 in room 169: Has been removed.' - Sir

'Attention: Zyn has been removed from the game. Do not contact.' - Ma'am

Sir-Ma'am-Sapphire-Cane

'10 points awarded for completing challenge.' - Ma'am

Sir-Ma'am-Cane

'Your prize has been delivered.' - Sir

'You point total: 10' - Sir

I called a cab, gathered my clothes and headed to the front porch. I appreciated the offer, but I didn't want to hang out at her house all day by myself. Maybe she wanted me to; stay away from the house; from Julie. At this hour most of the house would be at work; I'd have plenty of time to think.

The air was cold, the cab ride quick, the walk up to the house dreadful. Hopefully whoever delivered the new bed also removed the old; I didn't even want to see it. I stuffed my keys back into my pocket; the door was unlocked. It was obvious multiple people were home as I crossed the threshold. Loud laughter and clinking of dishes came from the dining room; I should just go upstairs.

I found the coffee pot in the kitchen, still half-full and steaming. I poured a cup as I heard April yell out.

"Wooow. There he is, didn't even say goodbye last night. Very gentlemanly."

"Wearing the same clothes too huh? Walk of shame? Sleeping with all sorts of people since you got here?" Julie joined in with an obnoxious tone. I should have gone to my room. Gemma hadn't said anything, nor did the other two people at the table.

Gemma's calm smile made me feel welcome to join them. The other two had welcoming expressions as well. I decided to ignore the two instigators, sitting down at the table like they weren't even there.

"Hey nice to mee you two. I'm Tyler, I moved in a couple of days ago."

A slender Hispanic girl stood up first, a gentle nod. "Mirabel, I'm in housekeeping. Welcome."

Next was a white guy, maybe European. He had a thick, full beard, dark black hair. If it wasn't for his smile, I'd have been intimidated. "Oscar. You excited for the party tonight?"

"What party?"

"Wasted Wednesday, friend. I throw one every week when I'm free. Usually ends with someone sleeping on the floor and another in the bush. Very lively, you know?"

"I am now. It was wonderful to meet you both; I'm going to shower and relax a bit. What time does it start?"

"Begins around nine. You want to be my partner for beer pong? We can win everything, eh? I heard you and Billy were very strong last time."

"Is he coming?" I looked right at Julie as I said it. She shrugged, walking out of the room.

"Maybe; I think he's working though."

I waved goodbye and walked toward the stairs. A few footsteps hurried behind me as I prepared myself for more comments from April or Julie. But it wasn't them; it was Gemma.

"You had a big package delivered this morning; I signed for it. Hope you don't mind."

'Not at all. Thank you." I brushed her off, heading up the stairs. She followed.

"How did you get a king-sized bed? I've been stuck with a shared bunk bed for years. Who do you know? What did you do?"

I stopped at the door. Gemma was a few steps down; looking up at me in her cute purple pajamas.

"I bought it. I'm too big for a twin sized bed, don't you have money?" I didn't mean for it to come out as harsh as it did. I was just trying to deflect; the look in her eyes made me realize she couldn't be in the game. Her face fell in surprise, twisting slightly as my words sank in. She wasn't probing; she was curious. I started to say sorry, but she had already rushed back down the steps.

I closed the door, seeing the looming trophy in front of me. It was too big, it didn't fit in. What did Tory say; I shouldn't complete every challenge. Maybe that's why she offered for me to hang there all day; delay this.

At least the party would be fun, get drunk, forget about everything for a night. I'd just have to avoid Julie, April; and now maybe Gemma, and Billy. Jesus; I was doing it again. Should I just pack up and go now?

Billy was calling; let's cross off at least one awkward thing to get done.

"What's up, Billy? You coming to the house party tonight?"

"Of course, man; wouldn't miss it. I'll be there after work. That's not why I'm calling though...

"What? Someone else get fired? Need me to come in?"

"No man. Just listen for a minute."

"I know Billy. Julie sent me the video; it's fine. I get it."

"I didn't know; she didn't tell me it was your room until after. It used to be someone else's room; she told me she moved into it. I'm not trying to be a giant dick."

"Just an accidental one."

"I get it. Just know I'm sorry. I'll see you tonight huh?"

"Yeah man, no worries."

I hung up, even if he was telling the truth; that shit still hurt. We would work it out; he was too good of a guy. Julie and I, on the other hand; who knows what was going to happen. I needed to be careful not to end up in the same boat with someone else in this house.

I made my new bed, laid down, and fell asleep. Maybe the stress, the exhaustion from last night, or the hangover; I slept until evening. A knock on the door made me turn on a light; the sun was sinking fast.

Marisol, already dressed for the party. Her hair was cut short, jet black; it matched her spaghetti strap shirt. Tucked into high wasted shorts, you'd never guess it was 20 degrees outside by her outfit.

"We ordered pizza for dinner if you want some, only a few hours until party time." She gave a cute little shake, her accent rolling perfectly with her vibe. "Woah, is that a king-sized bed? How did you convince HR to give you that?"

"Oh. I bought it, couldn't sleep on that little one in here."

She passed by me, her lips twitching into a momentary smirk as she admired it. "Oh right. That makes sense. I bought a nice bed, too, like this one. An 80in TV to hang on my wall, some designer hang bags... I wonder what else you'll buy." She tapped my chest as she walked out, "Pizza is here in twenty."

The steam from the shower woke me up; helped give me some clarity. I wasn't going to be able to avoid this forever, and if Tory's comment is true; it won't be the last time the masters pit me against another player. I threw on some jeans and a polo, nothing crazy. There wouldn't be anyone there I truly want to impress.

I found almost the entire house sitting around the table, a stack of pizza boxes almost as tall as Julie. She smiled when she saw me, then turned back to the group. April was about to say something, her mouth twitching to the side. Oscar got it out first.

"Ah, Tyler. Finally decided to join the living, huh? Come, sit. Pizza is still hot. Pineapple is almost gone, but I saved you a piece. Don't let these vultures take it. It's better than the memes, not an abomination at all."

I was really starting to like this guy; I chuckled as I grabbed a slice of cheese. "No pineapple for me, cheese is the OG. Thanks Oscar, it's nice to feel welcomed." I tried to emphasize the last line without making it obvious to Julie and April.

"Yes, yes, it's very good. Have you met Fabian? He's the overnight cook; you'll see him once per week. My party." Oscar seemed proud of that, like pulling him from his hermit cave was a ritual.

Fabian shook my hand and nodded; a man of little words it seemed. Marisol smiled, with a little wave; Gemma didn't look up. Oh, if it isn't the consequences of my actions. I ate a few slices, small talk with the group. It was civil, but I knew it wouldn't be all night. I didn't need to party; maybe they'll give me a PS5 for my next challenge and I can lock myself in my room.

"I'm going to call some family before the party starts, I'll see you guys later."

"Before you go. Let's have one shot, eh?" Oscar had moved toward the fridge. "This is the first time I've ever seen all seven of us together. We must celebrate it." He passed them all out, all of us standing in a small circle in the kitchen. I saw Julies eyes catch mine again, quickly looking away.

"Prost!" We all slammed the shot and I ran upstairs. Definitely wasn't calling family; I hadn't talked to any of them since I took the job and jumped on the greyhound. Tory. I should call Tory.

I didn't even think; I just hit her name. Heard the ring on the phone. Once, twice, thrice... she didn't answer. I called again, but I still had no answer. That tracks. Someone had to have some weed; I'd just smoke a joint and pass out. Skip the party, go back to Tory's house tomorrow.

I played on my phone, scrolled, searched for job openings in Canada. I didn't know how much time had passed, but someone was knocking on my door again. I strolled over, feeling some dread filling my gut.

I sighed into a deep chuckle as I opened the door. Tory, a pink sweater, cream leggings, and hair loose around her shoulder. At least one thing was going right.

"There's a party downstairs, what are you doing still up here?"

"Hiding."

She walked past me, taking in the room. "Different than the last time I was here. Nice bed." Her smirk was playful, her eyes teasing. "What's wrong, still upset about the video?"

"Maybe. Julie and April seem to be teaming up on me, just not something I want to deal with right now. I thought April and I were on our way past it, then today she started again. Julie joining in this time, she was at least neutral before."

"Girls. How many times did you sleep with her?"

"Julie? Twice."

"She just wants it again. Your best friend, very convenient. In your bed? She's using him."

"Are you sure? She doesn't appear to want to even talk to me."

"Yes. Give it to her; you'll know when."

"I don't think so."

"Come on, let's do a shot. We can just hide in the hot tub and drink all night if you want. Ignore the whole thing."

I followed her down; the house had started to fill with people. Mostly coworkers, I saw Stephanie among them. This really is a small town, with the same people at all parties. Tory was grabbing a bottle to pour our shots; Oscar saw me.

"Come. Tyler, Pong is about to start. Join me. Let's play."

Tory and I joined him on his side of the table, looking over to our opponents. Julie and Billy. Billy saw me, nodded, and spoke.

"Guess we will get to see who the better pong player is, good luck." His tone reflected some angst, like he I should have forgiven him already.

"My money's on Billy." A quip from Julie, the corner of her lips rose as she looked right into my eyes. Tory's hand rested on my shoulder, a quiet reminder not to stress.

The game was close, lots of dumb jabs from Julie even though she missed every shot. Billy was better than me, but Oscar and I were a good team. Billy gave me a bro hug after we won, "Let's play together again tonight?"

"Absolutely."

"Look at this! New guy shows up, teams with me, and now the table belongs to us! You all thought I would never win? Ha! Never underestimate a German with beer! Let's go again, yes?"

"Sorry Oscar, I can't play pong again all night. Where's Fabian? Maybe you two can play."

"Yes, yes. Fine. Fabian?! Where are you?" I let him go searching as Tory grabbed my hand, leading me away from the noise. We found a quiet corner on the patio, cold, dark, peaceful except for the bass thumping though the exterior wall.

"Feeling better?" Her shoulder was resting up against mine, her leggings passing their warmth to my legs.

"Yes. Thank you for being here."

"Was a little disappointed you weren't waiting for me when I got home, but I get it."

"Tomorrow? Call out, let's play hooky."

"Maybe." She kissed me, just a peck on my cheek. I felt my stomach flutter; my face getting warm. Then it all disappeared as the door swung open; Aprils shrill voice destroying the serene winter air.

"Oh, another girl, Tyler? How many girls are you going to get with. What, it's been a week?"

Julie and Billy were following her out, a fat blunt in Billy's hand. He lit it, staying quiet and out of it. Julie didn't.

"Right? Just going to hop around all the girls here then move on? Run away?"

Tory stayed quiet, backing up slightly as she pushed my lower back, right toward the girls. A subtle gesture, a reminder.

"No. I'm picky. I liked you; you're cute, funny, and nice. Too bad you messed it up."

"I'm happy with Billy now; don't need your little dick anymore."

"If that was true; you'd be over there smoking the blunt with him, not inches from me."

She turned and saw him by himself, I don't think Julie even realized how close we were standing to each other now. Tory interrupted.

"Why don't you two go bang it out. April, you should probably go too, let someone fuck that anger out of you. How long has it been?"

"Fuck you, Tory." April stormed back inside the house. Slamming the door behind her. Billy's head had perked up, suddenly paying attention to the conversation.

Julie's eyes were burning. Her hand rose slightly, almost forgetting we weren't alone. Then she backed up and grabbed Billy.

"Come on." She shot me a nasty look as she walked away. Billy hiding his face, I couldn't tell if he was along for the ride or a little upset.

Tory and I moved to the couch. I had my head on her shoulder for a moment, then sat up. A little nod told me we didn't have to speak yet. We relaxed and reset a little bit. Tory tapped my shoulder, pointing to the stairs with her lips.

Julie was leading Billy up the stairs; there was only one thing up there. Gemma must be in their room; they wouldn't do it again, would they?

"Let's go." Tory's hand was tight around my wrist, pulling me toward my room. "I have an idea." There was a slight creak with every step; we had to go slow to be quiet. A gentle rub of Tory's hand was making sure I was ready. She let out low instructions, like we were on a mission.

"Join them. Give it to her, then make her beg for it or kick them out. Billy will forgive you; Julie will leave you alone; or submit. She would be a good resource for you."

"What are you going to do?"

"Watch." She kissed me, 10 thrilling seconds of our tongues fighting. A gentle squeeze between my legs and she pushed me through the door.

My mind was clouded with doubt as the door cracked, soft kissing sounds coming through. I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and stepped toward them. Billy's hands were covering her bare chest, gripping and rubbing as they kissed. They didn't hear me approach, or Tory silently sit in the corner.

"If you're going to fuck on my bed the least you can do is invite me."

Julie looked over Billy's shoulder, hesitation as her soft face was trying to decide on an emotion. Billy broke the silence, calm and steady.

"We can share. It's only fair."

Julie didn't stop staring at me as I closed the distance. She bit her lip and pushed off Billy. Pulling down her pants in one swift motion. She undid his belt and pulled out his dick. I could barely see it as it quickly filled her mouth, a loud sigh in response.

I stood next to him, Julie flat on the bed in front of us. Her ass was rebounding every time she took him inside her mouth. I let my pants drop and sprung out my growing cock; even at 60% or so; it was noticeably bigger. Her eyes saw it, immediately switching over.

The first few movements were rabid; her hand forced it down her throat. She didn't try to hide the sounds escaping her mouth, gags, sucks and slight whimpers as she took it. She had been on it for minutes, not even looking back at the other. I ripped it out her mouth; her eyes grew; watching me move around to the other side of the bed.

I crawled on top the bed, placing my hands steadily under her hips. I popped her up to her hands and knees. Craning quickly to look back at me; she bit her lip. I rested my weight along her back, perfectly nestled between her cheeks.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yeeesss." Now that we were behind closed doors; she wasn't trying to hide anything. She took Billy's cock back in her mouth as her hips wiggled in anticipation.

"No." My hands were large against her hip, pushing gently, making her spin around. She sighed heavy, her eyes glaring at mine. "Not yet."

She started to protest before being silenced by my cock sliding back in. I grabbed her hair and held it, my balls on her chin. I let her gasp for air, then stuffed her throat again. A little whimper escaped as Billy entered her.

Slowly I pulled my length out of her mouth, letting each inch slide across her tongue. It fell out, she reached to grab it; but I pulled it away. A playful slap on her cheek with it, then the other side. She looked like a baby calf trying to latch onto an utter.

"Why are you here, Julie? In my room, trying to dirty my bed again."

"Ugh... Gemma... is in our room." She was letting out a tiny groan with every few thrusts from behind her.

"That's not it. Two times in two days... you want something else."

She slammed her face into sheets, trying to hide her lack of response. It came up quickly; she tried to stuff her mouth again. I pulled it back, "Say it."

Wide brown eyes stared up at me, her eyebrows pinching down. They were thin, groomed recently. Her jaw was falling, slowly; waiting for me to go again. I touched the tip of her tongue with the underside of my ridge. She tried to take it; I didn't let her. "Say it."

"I want it."

"What?"

"Your dick." Timid, soft.

"Why?" Billy hadn't stopped, still pounding inside of her. He was starting to jackhammer, fast; it didn't seem like he'd last much longer.

"It's big... I love it... I need it..."

"Not good enough."

"Ughhh... It's the best dick I've ever had... I can't stop thinking about it..."

I shoved it down her throat again, hard. Her mouth clamped down, sucking like a vacuum to prevent it from leaving again. Billy told her he was cumming, that he was going to cum inside of her. She didn't even acknowledge it, all her attention and focus on keeping her lips around my cock.

Her legs spun around to me as soon as Billy removed himself. Her eyes constantly bouncing between her hole and my eyes. Her lungs full of air, she was waiting to release it. Billy stepped back, still watching, but I couldn't read him. He didn't seem upset, more like he was okay with just watching. Tory had pulled on his hand, having him join her on the floor.

"I'm going to give you want you want Julie. But you're going to drop this little alliance with April. You're going to do whatever I ask, help with any challenge, refuse any I tell you to. Understand?"

She hesitated, shifting her eyes back and forth. "Okay."

"Do better."

"I'll do whatever you want, I'll help you win... now fucking give it to me."

I slid in, enough of Billy's lubricant to reach the end. All her frustration let out in one giant groan. I watched her face, the slightest twitch of anticipation telling me to slam inside of her again. Then I'd wait, the confusion as my rhythm was anything but predictable.

Her gasps sounded surprised every time I bottomed out, like she couldn't believe it was that deep. A whimper growing into a full-fledged moan, her warmth clamping down around my pulsing length. My hands gripped her breasts, sliding my hips up under her, lifting her back off the bed. Then I really started, showing her, she can never go back.

She gave up trying to watch, her eyes closed, and she threw her neck behind her. I wrapped my forearms around her thighs and started my sprint. A steady increase of speed with every hard slam, I wasn't going to stop until she was screaming enough for the whole house to hear.