Page 22 of Ashes to Ashes
Hunter is next. He pulls on a mask of Chad, Dad’s best friend. He makes his way through the crowd, head down until he is face to face with Mom. She recoils at the mask and turns away, pushing her way through the crowd like she’s on fire. So far, so good.
Next Peck puts on the Rachel mask and corners Mom coming out of the bathroom. He’s gone before she can say anything, though I do hear her asking if someone saw him. The woman says no and Mom has started freaking out. Perfect.
We hold off for about thirty minutes and watch her have a war with herself over what is going on. She’s freaked, but she won’t say anything because others might think she’s crazy.
I want to change that.
Daze gets the next mask, Uncle Tom. He follows her and when she glances over her shoulder at him, she gasps so loud several people can hear her. One man even asks if she’s okay. She points in the direction Daze was, but he’s gone.
“I thought I saw a man, wearing a mask with a picture of my brother in law on it,” she mutters.
The man looks around but shakes his head, “I don’t see anyone.”
Mom takes a seat at the bar, asking for a stiff drink. She’s really going to need one. Peck takes a seat next to her this time wearing a mask with a picture of Aunt Helen on it. She yells when she sees him and every head in the room turns. By the time she’s telling the bartender, Peck is already gone.
“Lady, no one is there,” the man behind the bar says and she’s insisting he was. People are murmuring about her state of mind.
The end is near.
It is, dear friend.
I give her a moment or two, let her shake off the paranoia before going at her again. Hunter smirks as he pulls out Stephanie’s mask. Mother should have learned never to follow the group.
He ambushes her as she picks up yet another glass of champagne off a passing waiter. She sees the reflection and backs into someone, spilling the man’s drink. I can’t help but laugh at her, so clumsy and making a fool out of herself.
Peck grabs another mask and trails her as she moves toward the door for fresh air. She’s deep in conversation with one of her friends. He taps her on her shoulder, wearing the face of Briar’smom and she nearly trips over her friend. He’s gone before she’s put upright.
I can hear the urgent panic in her voice, telling her friend that someone is messing with her without going into detail. Her friend shakes her head and tries to reassure her that’s not the case.
But the friend is wrong.
The last two masks are up. Hunter grabs the one for me, the one that will make it all make sense for her. The other is a picture of my departed father.
I text her, asking where she is and that I need some assistance, with what I don’t make that known.
When she rounds the corner, she sees the masks and nearly collapses. She runs through the crowd, nearly wiping out a waiter with a full tray of drinks.
I laugh, “That was a great reaction. Can you tell the guys to go for her?” Hunter types away on his phone, as we slip into the room where we put our clothes, grabbing them before making our exit out the back towards the car.
As soon as we get out the door, Hunter pushes me up against the wall, “Do you know how sexy you look tonight?”
“I think I do. I can feel you through your pants,” I answer as I reach down and grip his cock feeling how big and hard he is.
Without a second thought, he tosses the bags to the side, lifting me up, holding me with one hand while the other takes his dick out. Realizing I’m not wearing panties he impales me on his cock kissing up my throat whispering in my ear, “Naughty girl.”
“Only for you.” I pant as he thrusts into me and all I want is for him to come, to make me come. I feel so good, so full.
“Fuck,” he groans right before he grips my hips and drives deeper inside me. I cry out as I tighten around his cock causing us to come at the same time.
We stay like that until our breathing returns to normal and then he slips out, placing me on the ground. And like a gentleman, he uses his shirt to clean me up. Leaning down he kisses me one last time before we grab the bags. The night is only beginning and we still have some things to do.
Arriving at the car we see Peck and Daze are waiting,
“She’s in the trunk.” Peck says, as we approach them. Good, time for the real fun to start.
Hunter drives us to a different place, a secluded cabin in the woods outside of town. Secluded enough no one will hear her scream.
Arriving at the cabin, they bring her in and strap her to a chair Peck finds in the corner. I don’t change, there is no need. I want her to know it was me at the end, the one that caused her to run like a crazy woman.
