by Ryan Ramsay
Nevertheless, my buddies and I stand in an architectural marvel fit for one of those architectural digests, watching and waiting for whatever fun our old college pal Damien told us about while he were all half-drunk.
Quietly we watch.
Hands in pockets.
Lips sealed.
“You will pledge three million dollars each into the pot,” Mia explains. “In front of you are small pieces of paper and pens ready for you to sign them.”
She pauses.
Matt looks at Dick, and I catch on.
I sign off at the bottom of the paper and fold it twice, placing it in the actual pot in front of the three of us.
She smiles.
“This acts as a waiver and a confidentiality agreement. Simply put,” she adds to my quizzical stare, “everything you do here, in my garden, will be claused in utmost secrecy. No one, neither I nor any of you, will speak of the game to anyone beyond these walls. Failure to which there will be plausible consequences.”
Mia winks at me and folds her hands across her waist. This would mean Damien broke the rules. Unless there was a process for recommending friends.
“The vetting process here is quite strict. We have verified all your backgrounds and wealth status and have found you to be upstanding in your respective industries. You may relax now.”
There’s a pause.
“As you noticed, the journey here was not at all easy,” adds Mia with a light tone.
It certainly was not. We ran into a storm when we were nearing our landing point, but managed to touch down without too much turbulence.
After the plane landed, we were met with a limo under the hangar, just as the instructions in the video, now self-destroyed, stipulated. The driver ushered us in and let us know through pre-printed whiteboard cards that we were headed to a location quite some distance away from civilization.
The closest town I could make out of my phone’s map was a nowhere point called Newport.
Dick was wary. I was too. Matt, as always, was happy-go-lucky with the whole thing.
“As long as I get prime pussy, I don’t care what happens,” the lightweight said.
The ride was long and it was pouring down rain the whole time. The sky was overcast and dreary.
I was glad to be off the plane and closer on our way to wherever it was that we were headed, but I could still taste the breath of alcohol in the air. Raw. Putrid.
I longed for release. Matt slept. Richard dozed off. I sat visibly awake, nervous and tense.
We arrived a little after noon. Pleasantries were exchanged and drinks were imbibed. There was a conference room. And Mia.
“The reason for this is simple: secrecy,” says Mia, with an air of finality.
She looks at us, a furrow of questions hiding under her thin face and tight curves.
I just want to know what happens next. And so I ask that very question.
“You fuck,” she answers me.
At the same time, she lets her fingers loose and snaps her fingers. Like a whip, but lighter. The doors open. There’s a woman standing there.
She walks steadily, carefully, inward. She stops right where Mia stands, a wave of meekness ebbing from her. A lump forms in my throat, and I realize I’ve been holding my breath ever since Mia snapped her fingers.
I exhale.
My God, is she beautiful.
Petite yet curvy.
Just my type.
I really want to just eat her up.
“What stands before you is your prize.” Mia sighs and smiles, as if pleasured. “Allow me to introduce you. Gentlemen, this is Amy. Amy, these are Matt, Chad and Richard, also known as Dick, and I have it on authority that that’s for good reason. They are here for you.”
The girl seems confused, but carefully hides it under a rocky gaze. Her deeply brown eyes glaze over each of us before returning to Mia. She cups a palm by her ear and whispers something.
Mia laughs.
“You will all get acquainted shortly, don’t fret,” she says. “There aren’t too many rules, except that there’s a very expensive diamond bracelet hidden here – usually, it’s outside in a field, on one of the various acres, but due to the bad weather, we thought we’d improvise and hold it inside for once. We took advantage of the occasion to make a fun maze in this house. You will all search for the treasure and Amy may help whichever chosen suitor she sees fit. Whoever finds it wins Amy’s virginity.”
We nod, but our mouths are hanging slightly open. I can’t believe my good fortune. And now I just want to win.
“Now, shall we begin?” Mia says, in a tone that’s more commanding than questioning.
“Begin?” asks Matt.
He finally seems awake.
“Begin what, exactly?”
Mia cheekily smiles and tilts her head upward.
Then she taps on the black desk.
Four penlights, each marked with the initials of our names, sit comfortably near the tips of her fingernail.
She grants us a final smile, picks the pot up, walks to the doors, places the pot on the floor, holds the knobs with each hand, turns to us, and in the most mysterious voice I have ever heard, says, “Playtime, boys and girls.”
And she shuts the door.
They say awkward silence is the best for conversation.
That must be a joke.
“So, she said we look for the markers on the walls.”
“Right.”
“Are you seeing any?”
“No.”
“You’re not helping, Dick.”
“Because you are? Talk to him, Chad. Or better yet, grab a penlight and start looking.”
“The clue must be on the walls. Help me look,” I offer.
“I could help,” Amy whispers.
We stop and turn and look at her, as if surprised she thought of that or wondering if that’s a possibility.
But of course she can help us look.
It was in the rules.
I’m not sure if she’s offering to help one of us specifically, or all of us. Granted, the rules were worded in a way that made it seem as if she would help the one of us she liked best find the treasure, but there were no prohibitions about helping more than one of us – or all of us – at once.
“After all, you did put in a mil each for a chance at me. The least I could do is help — one of you,” she says, clarifying that for me, before I had to ask.
“What does she mean ‘one of you’?” asks Matt.
Dick sighs.
“How you got to be rich is beyond me, dude. Didn’t you hear? Mia said she can help one of us find the bracelet. Whomever she deems worthy of her help, that is.” He looks at her and almost instantly switches his sex appeal on. “So, who’s it gonna be darling?”
“Me,” I throw in.
“She’s the one to choose, remember?” puffs Matt.
He waves over his penlight on the back of the room, close to the windows above.
“Not really. If one of us rightfully requests that she helps us and she accepts, then she will have no choice.” I look at them. “Rules.”
I turn to her.
“What do you say, love?”
She smiles. Then nods. That’s a definite yes.
“Fantastic. Because I found the way out of here.”
I push the button hidden under the desk right under my seat. The room vibrates.
Amy walks over to me and stops by an inch of my shoes’ ends. Three openings appear in the walls behind us. They light up panel after panel until there’s a never-ending turn at the end.
Matt lets his pen fall from his lips. Richard swallows hard enough for me to hear him.
“Go ahead. The maze awaits,” says a strong monotone voice from all around us.
Damn it. Mia’s watching.
“So that’s the maze she was talking about,” sighs Matt. “Kinda went all out, didn’t they?”
“A million each is more than enough for them to go all out,” answers
Richard. “Okay. The game begins. See you guys on the other side, then?”
“I’ll race you to it,” says Matt.
He’s already at one of the entrances.
“Keep her waiting for her winner, alright, Chad? Tell her of the war stories we have between us. Make me look good, yeah?”
I chuckle as both my friends go through different tunnels, so to speak. There’s only one more to go.
“Together?” I ask, reaching out for Amy’s hand.
“Together,” she answers.
Meekly, her fingers twine in mine, and we run together into the maze.
Once we get there, though, we find there’s not much to do, other than search and talk.
“Tell me about yourself,” I ask her.
Or more like command her.
I’m a domineering guy – more into giving instructions than asking questions.
“What’s there to tell?”
“There’s always something. Where did you grow up?” I ask.
“Boston,” she says.
“Oh, you’re not from around here? I thought you were.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You seem comfortable in your own skin, something most people aren’t nowadays. I suppose, and this is my thinking, you’ve known a little more about this place than I have.”
She doesn’t protest.
“Tell you what?” she asks instead.
“What?” I ask.
“You can ask me three questions of your liking. If, at the end, you’re happy with my answers, then I will ask you three questions. Sound fair?” she confidently asks.
Hmmm, I think, feeling my cock getting hard in my pants. She’s feisty. And I like feisty.
She had obviously been at least a bit scared and unsure when she first saw us, but now she seems to be warming up quite nicely.
We turn past a panel that looks like a butterfly perched on a finger. I consider it a moment. It’s tasteful.
Amy twists my hand her way. I trudge forward, knowing there’s no time to waste staring at our surroundings, although maybe they would provide some kind of clue.
“Fair enough. Why are you here?” I ask her.
“My sister came here before me,” she starts. “Or, to some sort of game like this, anyway. Where billionaires ‘hunt’ for a treasure, and the virgin is the prize.”
I hide my intrigue. Not very well.
“I know how that sounds,” she hastefully adds. “But it started quite innocently. I didn’t, well, couldn’t, allow her to leave home, thinking it was the best for her: it was not. She followed her heart and it led to love. I guess to answer your question, I would say I came here to find something more than my faith could offer.”
“You’re religious?”
“I think I held onto that notion with almost no conviction. As of now, the answer to that although I’m religious, I’m a bit delusional with formal religion. I’m in search of who I am.”
“And who were you before you started this search?” I ask solidly.
We turn and take a curve almost downward. The steep incline surprises her as well, and she tightens her grip on my hand, close to the wrist. We stop by the end of a colored panel, one lit in cold green and winter stripes of ocean blue at the end.
Amy hands me the penlight and stoops low to examine what seems to be another clue. I click the end and focus my eyes on it. Hmm: a hologram arrow pointing down. And at the tip of it; a button. I wink at Amy. She smiles back.
“I’m the girl who’s about to turn your whole world upside down,” she says.
She shuffles her church-like dress inches forward. With ease, she pushes the button. She turns up to look at me. A soft click resounds. She smirks.
The floor gives way, and we both fall into an empty nothingness. The last I see of Amy on this floor, she’s all smiles, eyes closed.
Underneath me, the landing feels soft, almost plushy. Then I open my eyes carefully to assure myself that I didn’t just sign myself up to be murdered in the name of this strange game we’re playing. She stands above me, a cheeky grin beaming.
“You scream like a little girl,” she announces.
Ouch.
“I do not,” I quietly declare.
“Mia wasn’t kidding when she said she took the opportunity to turn this place into a maze for the game,” Amy says. “She really went all out.”
I nod my agreement, not wanting to say too much at the moment due to pain. My back hurts. But I tell myself not to be a wimp and to focus on the game.
I take my surroundings in. A bed. Fireplace. Fire. Warm air. Locked doors.
Above my head is the opening that we had dropped in from. It quietly slides shut. I exhale and look at her once more. The light dancing shadows behind her agrees with her skin.
She has an angelic tone about her, almost innocent. She has a quiet that intrigues me, something almost pure. My blood simmers, thinking about the true goal and reward of the game: taking her virginity.
“Where do you think the bracelet is?” she asks.
I realize the tables have turned, and it is now her turn to ask the questions. I almost forgot about that.
“Let’s look around here. We couldn’t have dropped all the way here if it wasn’t somewhere hidden.”
In the sheets, perhaps.
I notice the rise in my temperature. And in my cock. It’s even bigger now than it was at first.
She chuckles and swivels around on her toes.
“Join me, Chad.”
She bends and checks under the bed, through the ruffled fabric of the bearskin rug, all the way through the flags of the curtains hanging upon black windows. I watch her carefully as she touches the tips of her dress with her fingers, almost seductively.
I swallow a lump.
“It could be anywhere in this room.” She rolls her teeth across her lower lip and smiles lightly.
I tilt my head and offer my hand to her. She takes it. I pull her in and savor the taste of her sweet lemon perfume. Perfect. Her lips rest on mine and, for the moment, she doesn’t move.
Is it resistance?
No.
I think it’s something more.
Inexperience.
And so, I lead. Lips first. Warm, moist and caring.
Her skin feels soft under my touch, and I steal the chance to explore. I feel for the clasp under her bra. She exhales through her mouth. I hunt down her lower lip and stick my own lips on it once I find it, softly releasing, softly attacking.
She holds her tongue at bay, and I go back in for it. She joins in the fun, the absolute taste of her intoxicating me even more. I drown into her, and she lets my hands ebb into her. Her mounds peak and rise at just the right angles. I twiddle my thumbs across her hardening nipples and press them lightly.
She moans into me. I caress her perky, pinkish-brown nipples. She gasps. It’s her first time. Her first kiss. Her first tongue. Her first man.
“Chad, dear,” the monotone from somewhere in the room drones.
For a moment Amy and I stop in mid-caress, hair disheveled and clothes half gone.
“You do understand the rules of the game, yes?”
“I do.”
Amy’s breath burns hot across my nose.
“In the past, in my game, men have forked out more for the chance to sample the wares, so to speak, before winning the prize. Are you in full understanding of what I’m saying?”
Amy’s eyes are on mine, and now I see them clearer than I did before. A crest of brown deeply seated in a sea of blue crystals; beautiful and rare.
She breathes easily and warily: my hands are inside her bra, squeezing what little young life they have for my pleasure. She tentatively watches and listens, waiting for my answer.
I turn away and look at the fire, which feels like the right place an omniscient voice would come from. And I smile.
“I understand,” I tell it.
I would gladly pay more to be the first to sample Amy’s luscious
body.
Without warning, I sit Amy down on the loose thick cotton sheets and rip her dress apart. She almost protests.
Almost.
My tongue snakes its way up her thigh and into the folds of her dripping pussy. The girl moans and grabs onto my cheeks, now my head, and squeezes my neck with her thighs.
I hear nothing of the world beyond the palpitations of her heart through her skin. Her sex smells of nothing but ambrosia, sweet divine purity that drips and trickles down my smooth chin.
Her clit, now pink and showing, throbs and engorges. I lick it. I lick the folds. I lick and slurp the pink, sweet inner linings and repeat.
She trembles visibly near my cheeks. My nose dives in and out. My tongue goes up and down.
And then I focus.
I slurp the knot hiding above her clit and place my upper lip on it. She tightens. My tongue rests under her hood.
She grips my hair harder. I feel the pain. The pleasure, even more.
I keep going.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Even with my ears muffled to the outside world, I can hear her scream. I can feel her body tremble.
I can taste the juice squirting from her pussy and dripping down my nose and down my chin.
I can feel her thighs clenching, not knowing what to do with the foreign body between the most private of her parts.
I can feel myself smile, numb from the win.
With Amy, I am myself again.
Finally.
Chapter 5
Amy
I can’t believe I’m indulging in all the sins of this world and loving every one of them.
When I signed up for this event, I was conflicted. It didn’t make sense to me at all.
Christy was supportive. It was more than I could ever ask of her. And then came the time to meet her fiancés.
Things got a little more confusing down that road. It turns out she was serious. She really is going to get married to three men. Three billionaires who fell head over heels for my little sister, and none of them saw any problem at all with it.
It makes no sense. It makes no sense at all…
The first week in her house went by quickly. I ate. I watched. I thought. I contemplated. Still, the answers did not come. And then Mia happened.