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Me

Thanks guys. See you tomorrow.

They all send back an emoji.

Julius

Zayne

Storm

The guys are right, I can do this. I deserve this. And at the very least, even if the guy turns out like the rest of the duds I’ve dated, the experience will be worth it because this time they know my kinks, so a hand necklace shouldn’t surprise them. Besides, from the sound of the email, this experience is all about me.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I grab my suitcase and head back to the front door, slipping on my shoes. After locking the door behind me, I drag my suitcase to my Ford Focus, throwing it into the passenger seat before getting into the driver’s side. I connect my phone to the Bluetooth and set the coordinates on the GPS. Finally, I press play on my road trip playlist and reverse out of the driveway.

Here goes nothing.

Belting out the lyrics to a Pink song as I fly down the highway, I tap my fingers against the steering wheel. Each song that plays is like my own personal one-woman concert. The air is chilly, but I keep my window down, causing my hair to fly out around my face. Do I care if I look like an idiot? Nope.

Time passes, and before I know it, I’m pulling into a long driveway. The resort sign has faded, and I can barely make it out. My heart thumps hard, but I tell myself there is nothing to worry about, followed by a quick pep talk.Mellie, you signed a waiver, nothing bad is going to happen to you. Enjoy yourself.

I pull into the parking lot and kill the engine. Since I left home, the sun has gone down and there are only old solar lights illuminating the path to the door inside. Damn Storm and his serial killer jokes. Add in the run-down resort and my mind is running wild.

Then my interview comes back to me, and I smirk. I asked for a masked man to chase me through an abandoned resort. Damn, this network must be loaded to be able to make good on that detail. To be honest, I wouldn’t have minded where I was chased—a resort was the first place my tipsy brain could imagine.

Leaning over to the passenger side, I grab my small suitcase and drag it out, then click the beeper on my keys. Pulling out my phone, I turn on the flashlight and head toward the front doors.

This place would have been nice. Large overgrown trees surround the front of the building, and once the sliding doors are open, I can see the inside is in a little better shape. It’s clear no one has been here in a very long time. Dust and debris are scattered on the floor and inside the building is dark. Even with my flashlight, I can barely see anything, and I wonder what I’m supposed to do next.

My phone beeps, and a message pops up from my unknown contact.

Unknown

Put your bag down and look up.

I drop my bag and lift my gaze to find a masked man standing at the top of a nearby staircase. My phone beeps again, and I dart a glance down as I clutch it tightly in my hand.

Unknown

The fun starts now. Use your safe word if you need to. But for now... RUN!

I look up again and see the masked man coming toward me. My heart beats frantically against my ribcage. I haven’t showered and my hair looks like I have been electrocuted. As he gets closer, I make the choice.

I run.

Chapter Five

Storm

I’m a nervous wreck. Part of me regrets agreeing to Julius’s stupid plan, but another part is excited that I can finally act on my fantasies with Mellie. I’ve stroked my cock to thoughts of her more times than I’d care to admit.

“So, we agree then?” Julius snaps, and I shake away my thoughts and face him.

“Dude, for the past fucking week I have been avoiding Mellie as much as I can. I’m so ready to have this shit over with,” Zayne replies, and I grunt in agreement. He’s struggling with this a lot more than I thought. He didn’t have the best upbringing and won’t want to do anything that might lose her.

Julius eyes us both skeptically, and I can tell he’s still pissed I won rock-paper-scissors, meaning I get to chase her first. Juliuswanted all three of us, but I vetoed the idea, as I knew it would overwhelm her. Mellie may think she knows what she wants, but she’s wrong. She needs someone who is going to give her what she needs, and that’s where we come in. I want to make her feel, forcing her to embrace the darker side I know lurks beneath the surface, itching to break free. She will finally get lost in the ecstasy of her orgasms instead of simply hoping for it to happen.

“I just sent her the text, and she’s on her way. We need to get ready and move into position,” Julius says.

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