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SEX GAME GETAWAY

A DEVIANT EBOOK MINI-NOVELLA BY
Amanda Wrighter


CHAPTER TWO

Friday, May 23rd, 2014

3:39 P.M.
“Come on, Frank. We have to hurry with this,” Joseph whispered.
The men disassembled the vehicles with stealth and speed, taking care to leave no evidence behind. The cars were supposed to look normal…that’s what the boss wanted. They just weren’t supposed to run. Joseph and his crew were experts when it came to engines. They’d had to fix plenty of them during their missions.
The white Beetle was the last car. Frank quietly dropped the hood back into place and then sprinted for the waiting SUV. Joseph mentally checked off each car in his head to make sure they’d gotten all of them. He joined his crew in the SUV and started barking orders.
“Okay, first task is done.” Joseph checked his watch and was pleased. “Not bad on the time. Now, you all know what your specific orders are. Frank, you take the rear entrance and keep a low profile. The boss was going to get all of the guests to assemble outside in the back so that we’d have time to take care of the cars in the front. T, I want you outside the front gate – make sure it’s secured like we talked about. Grayson, I need you on the west side. I’ll take the east. Once I’ve got confirmation from Frank that the guests are inside, we’ll do a perimeter sweep.”
Joseph watched as his men slithered out of the SUV and headed off in different directions. He didn’t pause to see if he was being watched. He took his position on the east side of the house and hunkered down. It would probably be a couple of hours before he and his men would be free to roam the grounds.
He quietly acknowledged his men as each of them checked in via their ear pieces. Everyone was in place, the cars were taken care of, the guests were safely locked in, and the grounds were secure. Joseph kept his enthusiasm in check. No need to lose focus and get sloppy. All in good time.

* * * * *

3:45 P.M.
Maddy stood in the great room of the grand house and took it all in. It was more than she was used to. Miles seemed equally as stunned.
They’d found the note on the table in the lobby and had brought in their luggage. A really nice older woman named Lucinda had approached them when they’d brought in their last bag and had ushered them into the house.
She removed their luggage and took care to shut and lock the front doors and then pull the doors between the foyer and the great room closed behind her.
It took a few minutes before Maddy’s brain started functioning again. The room was just so big. After she was done ogling, she finally noticed that there was a group of people gathered on a huge deck just outside.
“I wonder who they are?” Maddy asked Miles, grabbing his arm.
“I don’t know. Maybe we should go and ask them,” Miles replied.
Maddy wasn’t so sure about that. She thought it was just going to be her and Miles and Holton this weekend. Possibly Holton’s wife. So who were these people? Neighbors? That seemed unlikely. Holton wasn’t really the social type. Anyone could see that just by looking at the giant wall that surrounded his house.
Miles approached the open glass door and beckoned for Maddy to follow. She smoothed her hair and straightened her shirt as best she could. She knew she probably looked disastrous. Perhaps she should see if she could find a bathroom first so she could clean up.
Before she could make a decision, Miles grabbed her hand and hauled her outside. Everyone on the deck froze and turned to stare at them. Maddy could feel the blush creeping across her face. This was the right house, right?
“Hello,” Miles said casually, though she knew better. He was probably just as nervous as she was.
“Hi,” replied a lanky blonde male. His arm was d****d around a blonde female, who looked familiar. Maddy could tell that they spent a lot of time outdoors.
“I’m Brett, this is Sofie,” the blonde guy said amicably. At least he seemed nice. Maddy wasn’t so sure about the others – they were still staring. One couple was downright glaring at them.
“Hi, Brett,” Miles said, approaching him with an outreached hand. Brett took Miles’ hand and shook it. “I’m Miles…this is my wife Maddy.”
Brett threw a small wave at Maddy and then retreated a couple of paces.
“Are you employed by Mr. Holton, too?” Sofie asked, looking back and forth between Maddy and Miles.
“I am. I’m Mr. Holton’s executive administrative assistant,” Maddy stammered, feeling stupid.
“Oh, I thought you looked familiar,” Sofie said with a smile. “I’m Mr. Holton’s assistant. Well, one of his assistants, I should say. I swear, his staff is so big – I don’t know hardly anyone. Though, I’m usually never at the office. Mr. Holton keeps me running the roads.”
“Good to meet you,” Maddy murmured. What in the world was this? Had this group already discovered something – was everyone employed by Holton? And why in the hell were they all here?
“Holton invite you down here for the weekend?” Brett asked kindly, probably noting the confusion splashed across Maddy’s face.
“Yes, he did. Yesterday. I wasn’t aware this was a group event,” she replied.
“Yeah, we were all surprised,” Brett agreed. “Well, we’re all here now. I wonder if anyone else is coming?”
“I don’t think so – the doors were locked behind us,” Miles explained.
“Oh, okay. Well, this is Maya and Leon,” Brett said, pointing to an older couple seated at the patio table. “And this is Jase and Kennedy,” he clarified, pointing to the two angry looking individuals that were still glaring. “Leon is head accountant and Jase there works in IT.”
Maddy could tell Jase didn’t approve of Brett’s dismissive description of his job title. He didn’t make any move to correct him, though.
Miles nodded to everyone as they were being introduced. He looked irritated. He didn’t want to be here, but now that this had turned into a group affair, it was even worse. Miles wasn’t in any mood to socialize. Maddy wondered what kind of tirade she’d have to put up with tonight.
Lucinda appeared behind Maddy and gently pushed her towards the table. There were icy pitchers of drinks waiting, and Maddy was parched.
“Please, help yourself to drinks. I have delivered luggage to the appropriate rooms and I will show you where to go after dinner this evening. If you are in need of the restrooms, please head down the hall to the left and it will be the second door on the right. Dinner will be ready shortly and I will come and collect you.” Lucinda nodded walked briskly back into the house.
Maddy was dumbfounded. She knew Holton was loaded, but this place…it was more than she imagined. And then there was the staff. She’d never been catered to like this. It was something she could definitely get used to.

* * * * *

“Lucinda, are the guests secured?” The Boss asked.
“Yes, I have placed them outside. The front doors are locked. Everything is prepared for tonight. Dinner will be served shortly and they will be assembled in the dining hall so that preparations can be made.”
“Very good. Thank you for your hard work, Lucinda. It will be rewarded. Please make sure Luz is in touch with the security detail. They are already in place. And make sure you and Aletta stay indoors. We don’t want any accidents.”
“Very good,” Lucinda replied with a small bow.
The Boss watched as Lucinda retreated. Everything was going according to plan. Once dinner rolled around, things would start picking up. Tonight was going to be amazing, but it had to be done right. Everything in order and everything on time.
The boss pressed a button on one of the many keyboards and the image from the back deck enlarged on the monitors. The guests were making small talk – well, most of them – and taking in the sights. If they only knew what the next few days had in store for them…but not knowing was half the fun.
The boss settled down into a comfy leather chair and watched the crew with mild enjoyment. Stupid, happy, ignorant people.

* * * * *
“This is fucking fantastic,” Jase complained, taking Kennedy’s arm and steering her away from the group.
“What?” she asked, alarmed by his sudden anger.
“How many more fucking people are coming? I thought it was just going to be us. Maya is okay, but the rest of them…no thanks.” Jase looked over his shoulder with contempt as he glared at the others.
“What does that mean?” Kennedy snapped, yanking her arm out of his hand.
“What?” Kennedy’s tone caused Jase to look at her. He wasn’t exactly expecting the thinly concealed rage that was just under the surface. What the hell had he said now?
“Why is SHE okay? You want to fuck her too? First Alexis and now her? C’mon! She’s fucking OLD, Jase. Gross!” Kennedy crossed her arms tightly across her chest.
Of course she would take that comment the wrong way – she always did. Stuck on herself. Sometimes, Jase wondered what he’d ever seen in Kennedy.
“You know I didn’t mean it like that. Fuck! I just meant that out of everyone, Maya is the only one that seems to have some degree of pride. Look at them. They all look sloppy in some way. Those two,” he said, pointing at Sofie and Brett, “look like they just rolled out from under a pier where they slept last night, and the newcomers,” Jase pointed to Maddy and Miles, “well, they’re just not our type of people. Lower class. She’s a secretary, K. A secretary. And Maya’s husband…well, he’s got some college education at least – he would have to in order to be executive accountant, but look at him. He doesn’t take care of himself. Why the fuck would I want to spend my weekend with people like that, huh? It’s just…I don’t even know what it is!” Jase threw up his hands in exasperation.
Kennedy smoothed her hair and shot a glance towards Maya. Jase followed her gaze, but that was apparently the wrong thing to do. It just pissed her off. She probably thought he was checking Maya out, which he wasn’t. Maya wasn’t exactly his type.
“Yeah, whatever you say, babe.” Kennedy was fuming now. “It doesn’t matter, does it? We’re stuck here for the weekend. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let any of them take what’s mine. You know Holton has something planned. He mentioned a surprise. Aren’t you curious about it? I mean, he did buy you a sports car.”
Kennedy had a point. Holton had always been true to his word. The dude was a little weird and he had some eccentric tastes, but he’d always followed through. The proof was out in the driveway right now. He mentally noted to ask the staff where his car would be placed for the night. Surely they had a garage or something.
“Yes, fine, whatever – we’re staying. I didn’t say otherwise, did I? But I don’t have to be happy about it. I’m just pissed that I have to share space with these losers all weekend. Just keep your distance from them, okay?”
“No problem. Like I would associate with any of them anyway.” Kennedy stalked back to the patio table and snatched her glass up. She refilled it with one of the pitchers and then dumped in more alcohol. At this rate she was going to be sauced by dinnertime.
Jase walked over to the kitchen area and mashed on the call button that Lucinda had pointed out earlier. He heard a slight buzz.
He had to admit, the woman was quick. It was less than a minute before Lucinda appeared. He was almost impressed. Almost.
“You called for assistance, Mr. Sullivan?” Lucinda asked as she approached him.
“Could you show me to my luggage please? I would like to retrieve my swim trunks so I could test out the water.”
Jase had been dreaming of taking a dip in the ocean all day. Although, the pool was looking pretty enticing too.
“Mr. Holton has requested that all guests stay together on the deck until dinner, Mr. Sullivan. If you’d like, you can swim after dinner.”
Jase wasn’t expecting that answer. Why the hell did they have to stay together? Something weird Holton had cooked up, no doubt.
“But won’t it be too dark after dinner?” Jase challenged. He didn’t like being told what to do.
“If it is, the pool is well-lit and you are more than welcome to swim there.” She offered Jase a polite smile, but he still wasn’t buying it.
“Why do we have to stay together? And where is Holton?”
“Mr. Holton,” Lucinda said, emphasizing the “mister,” “is busying making arrangements for the rest of the weekend. He has many activities planned. He will likely join you for dinner. And I did not ask Mr. Holton for a reason behind his request. I am his employee – I do as I’m told.” She offered another tight smile. Was that some vague taunt? Jase was his employee too. But he damn sure wasn’t a maid or a secretary or a personal assistant. His skills were invaluable to Holton. He kept the jerk’s business afloat and running smoothly.
Jase most definitely didn’t appreciate being scolded by some two-bit maid.
“Okay, then. Well, thanks for nothing, I guess.” Jase turned around and left Lucinda standing there. He walked to the edge of the deck and looked out at the empty beach with its gently rolling waves. It was hot and the water looked cool.
By the time Jase looked over his shoulder, Lucinda had disappeared inside the house again. Everyone was furtively shooting glances his way, but he ignored them.
Kennedy staggered over to him with another full glass in her hand. He was going to have to clamp down on her drinking. He wasn’t spending his weekend holding her hair while she puked.
“What was that about?” she asked.
“Nothing – just wanted to go swimming but apparently Holton doesn’t want us to. Doesn’t make sense,” he explained.
“Oh, well…who knows? He’s weird,” Kennedy said with a shrug. She ambled over to an empty table and plopped down.
Jase had half a mind to just strip down and go for a swim anyway, just to show that he couldn’t and wouldn’t be bossed around. It set a bad precedent.
He had just about decided to make a break for it when he heard a new voice behind him, coming from the house. He turned around and saw a small, dark-skinned girl standing in the doorway leading into the great room. She was the same complexion as Lucinda, and she shared the older woman’s dark, glossy hair. They could have been sisters. Or more likely, mother/daughter.
“Mr. Holton has requested your attendance in the dining hall. Dinner will be served shortly. If you would like access to your rooms before dinner, please follow me. Otherwise, please remain on the deck until Lucinda retrieves you.”
That had to be Aletta. She was the only other one Lucinda had mentioned, except for some guy named Luz. Jase moved to follow her – he wanted to see his room. He snapped a finger at Kennedy and she quickly followed him. It seemed like everyone was intent on copying him, because they all filed into the house behind him.
Aletta led them across the room and down the wide hallway. There was door after door that they passed but they were all closed. Jase was curious about what was inside.
The hallway dead-ended and split off to either side. Aletta turned and waved her hand, pointing to the hallway to the right. They all followed. The doors were less frequent in this hallway. They were all on the left side of the hallway. Jase also noticed plaques hanging on the walls outside of each door.
Each plaque had a different word on it. Turtle. Shark. Whale. Stingray. Jellyfish. Octopus. Starfish. What the hell?
Aletta stopped suddenly and Jase almost ran into her. She noticed his scrutiny of the plaques.
“Mr. Holton’s c***dren had the idea of naming the rooms when they were small. They had a hard time locating the rooms that were theirs because the house is so spacious. So they all helped name all of the rooms.
“They used to have photos instead of plaques, but when the c***dren got old enough to find their way, Mr. Holton took the photos down. He was nostalgic, though, so he had plaques made for all of the rooms. This is the beach wing, if you’d like,” she clarified. That explained the odd names.
“These are your rooms,” Aletta said with a flutter of her hands. “Jase and Kennedy Sullivan will be in the shark room, Miles and Madeline Everett will be in the whale room, Sofie Mathis and Brett Jennings will be in the turtle room, and Leon and Maya Cunningham will be in the jellyfish room. Each room has its own adjoining restrooms. Each room is also equipped with full intercom systems with speakers, so feel free to call if you need anything.”
Aletta handed each of them what looked like a plastic credit card. It was a room key. Seriously?
“These are your room keys. Mr. Holton respects your privacy and your belongings. No one will enter your room unless you specifically request it. There are intercoms at the intersection of each hallway and in every room, should you get lost. I will be back to collect you for dinner in a half an hour,” Aletta explained. She motioned for everyone to go to their rooms and then she disappeared down the hall.
Jase walked to his door and slid his key in. The lock flashed green and he popped the door open. Cool, clean air hit him in the face. Kennedy joined him, eager to see the inside of the room. Everyone else was headed off to their own rooms. If the spacing between the doors meant anything, then the rooms were huge. Jase was not disappointed.
The light was already on in the room. It was basically like a smaller version of the great room. Jase understood why the doors were only on one side of the hall – it was because the rooms had a view of the ocean. If they were on the other side of the hallway, they wouldn’t have had this view. It was stunning, really.
There were three huge windows that faced the ocean. They weren’t floor-to-ceiling windows like the great room had, but they were bigger than normal. Luckily, this particular back section of the house was flat so that Jase couldn’t see any of his neighbors in the adjacent rooms.
The windows were swathed with huge, billowing d****s of pale blue. They were pinned open to allow maximum sunlight into the room.
The room was light and airy and decorated in whites and blues and bright tropical colors. The large king-sized bed was resting on a platform of teak wood. The bed was covered in a plush comforter of white and pale blue. There was a huge white leather sectional sofa that faced an enormous entertainment center equipped with a plasma TV, Blu-ray player, and some other unknown electronics. There was also a huge, round, pale wooden table with two chairs, a micro-kitchen complete with mini fridge and wet bar, and a blue and white tile countertop laden with bowls of fresh fruit and vases of fresh flowers.
Jase noticed their luggage neatly stacked on an ornate wooden dresser in the corner of the room. Next to the dresser was an open door that led into a walk-in closet. He was surprised to note that there were clothes hanging in the closet on one side. The other side only contained hangers and a shoe rack.
Next to the closet was another door, which proved to be the bathroom. It was bigger than expected. The color theme of the bedroom continued on in the bathroom. Splashes of blue and white colored the room. The huge blue swirl marble tub that engulfed the room was directly in the center. There was a huge skylight above the tub that let in massive amounts of sunlight. In one corner was another door that lead to two separate toilets. In the other corner was a huge blue tile shower encased in glass. It would have been easy to fit six people in there.
There were also double sinks and a large, long marble countertop and a vanity for Kennedy. Next to the sinks was a smaller door that opened up into a storage closet. It was like a mini-mart – anything they could have possibly needed was inside. Toothpaste, toothbrushes, electric razors, shaving cream, lotions, shampoos, massage oils, bath oils…it went on and on. There were huge white, fluffy towels and washcloths and hanging to one side were multiple white fluffy robes and slippers.
Holton really had thought of everything. Jase knew Kennedy must have been stunned, because she was speechless. This was easily the nicest place they’d ever been to. And it was all free. Holton was a lucky son of a bitch.
“Wow,” Kennedy squeaked as she ran her hand along the smooth marble countertop. “I may not want to leave.”
Jase knew that was coming. While this place was nice and all, he knew all it would do is make Kennedy more hungry in her pursuit of wealth. He was going to be working twice as hard now just so he could buy her more shit.
“Come on,” Jase said, hoping to distract her. “Let’s get ready – we don’t have long. I sweated my ass off outside. Let’s get cleaned up.” He took Kennedy’s hand and pulled her to the shower as he started to strip down.

* * * * *
5:35 P.M.
“Would you look at this? Seriously! Look at this shit!” Maya paced around the blue and white bedroom like a caged tiger. It’s like she couldn’t sit still or it might all disappear.
“Yes, honey, I know.” Leon heaved a sigh and started unpacking their bags. He wanted to try out that huge shower before dinner. Even his mustache was sweating.
“For fuck’s sake, Leon, they had to NAME the rooms to keep from getting lost. What the hell?”
Leon located his spare sets of clothes and began hanging them up. He noticed that the closet already had clothes stored in it. He wondered who the clothes were for. After he was done hanging his stuff up, he trudged off to the bathroom. Maya was looking at all the electronics over by the couch. She certainly wasn’t paying him any mind.
Leon switched on the hot water and closed the massive shower door, letting the water heat up. He took his glasses off and tossed them on the counter, and then pulled his clothes off, tossing them into a pile on the floor. Maya snuck in behind him and grabbed his ass. He was in no mood for this.
He knew what caused Maya to behave this way. Anytime she got around Holton and his money, she got frisky and wanted to fuck. Well, no thanks – if she was only interested in fucking him because she was turned on by another man and another man’s things, then he didn’t want any part of that.
Leon had been pretty pissed when Holton had first approached him about their special arrangement. It had been after an office party a few months back. Of course Maya had come with her tits spilling out and a skirt that showed too much leg. Apparently Holton liked that. Out of the hundreds of people there, Holton had zeroed in on them. A couple of days later, he’d approached Leon about an “idea.” He knew Holton wanted Maya – and apparently Maya had no qualms about fucking another man. She’d practically jumped at the idea when Leon had nervously brought it up at dinner one day. And when she’d found out that there was money involved, well, there was no stopping her.
Leon would have put an end to it after the first meeting – it wasn’t really his bag, but he figured he would try it once. But then…THEN Alexis showed up. Alexis was a fantasy come true. Holton was a lucky fucking bastard to have a wife like that. Who knew that they were swingers, in a sense? They were both freaky and adventurous in the sack.
So, Maya got to fuck Holton and Leon got to fuck Alexis. It was pretty win-win. Alexis was a nice, hot piece of ass. Maya only wished she’d have looked that good back in the day.
After the first visit, Leon was sure Maya would have called it off, but she was eager to continue. And in the meantime, they got the money for a new car and to fix up their house and buy all new shit for said house. He knew Maya was loving it – especially when she got to rub the neighbors’ faces in it.
Leon tensed as Maya squeezed his ass again. He brushed her off and headed for the shower. Thinking about Alexis most definitely did not make him want to fuck his wife right now. He often wondered how expensive it would be to divorce her ass finally. He was tired of her leeching off of him.
But, then again, it was sort of a package deal with Holton, and if he let Maya go, he’d have to let the whole arrangement go. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for that yet.
Maya pouted loudly behind him but he didn’t care. He slammed the shower door shut behind him and stepped under the hot water. It felt good. As he showered, he hoped and wished that Alexis was somehow part of this weekend adventure, but he knew better.
Holton hadn’t mentioned Alexis in the email, and he probably wouldn’t have had them drive all the way out to his beach house for a few hours of kinky fucking. Besides, now that there were three other couples here, that option was pretty much dead in the water.
Leon wondered how in the hell the other couples were related to Holton. He could see Jase and Kennedy being Holton’s type. Leon wasn’t exactly top grade, but Maya was, he hated to admit. He couldn’t really see it with Sofie and Brett. They seemed nice and all, but they were a little out of their league here. And he most DEFINITELY could not see it with Maddy and her husband.
Maddy was, for lack of a better word, frumpy. Not Holton’s type at all. So what were they all doing here? Surely they couldn’t all be “special arrangement” couples, too.
Leon hurried through his shower and got out, drying himself on one of the absurdly soft towels. He was famished and was curious about dinner. He’d never been so immersed in Holton’s world before. He wanted to know how the other half lived and now he was about to find out.

* * * * *

Maya was pissed. Leon was rebuffing her advances yet again. She knew it was because of that little trollop, Alexis. Ever since Leon had fucked that little bitch the first time, he’d been more and more distant with her. That was okay, though. Apparently Holton had taken an interest in her and she rather enjoyed getting plowed by his massive cock every month. Leon could have that gross little twat if he wanted.
She still couldn’t believe that Holton was married to Alexis. She was far too young for him. Yet Maya knew that they had four k**s together. Holton didn’t like speaking of his c***dren – it was a taboo subject. In fact, his personal life was very private and strictly off limits unless he brought it up.
If they had four k**s, they must be fairly young. Maya couldn’t be more than thirty or thirty-one. But, when one lives in the lap of luxury their whole lives, it’s bound to show. Maya probably wouldn’t look so old if she’d had a nanny to raise their k**s and a maid to cook and clean.
Maya waited for Leon to get out of the shower before she changed her clothes. She didn’t want a shower because she didn’t have enough time, but she needed clean clothes – she was extremely sweaty. She reapplied her makeup and fixed her hair. When she was satisfied, she joined Leon in the bedroom.
He had flopped onto the couch and was trying to work the TV remote. How typical. They were in the most beautiful place and he was trying to watch TV. She felt like smacking him in the head. In fact, she stalked over towards him and was about to bop him when a light knock sounded at the door.
“Dinner time,” a female voice called. Maya couldn’t tell if it was Aletta or Lucinda. Leon flung the remote on the couch and headed for the door, not bothering to wait for her. She mashed her lips into a hard line and followed behind him. If he knew she was mad, he sure was hiding it well. She couldn’t really tell if he even knew she existed at that moment.

* * * * *

“This is unbelievable, babe! This room! And the view!” Sofie was gushing again, but Brett couldn’t blame her. It was pretty spectacular. Their room was so calming – blues and whites with vivid reds and oranges and greens throughout. It felt like they were in a tropical paradise. He walked up and grabbed Sofie’s hand as she stared longingly out of the window.
“Maybe tonight we take a midnight dip?” he offered.
“Sounds good,” Sofie remarked, squeezing his hand.
“We have half an hour, you know…” he alluded as he waggled his eyebrows.
“Seriously?” Sofie asked with a giggle.
“Well, the mood I’m in now, I don’t think we would need the whole half hour.”
Sofie laughed again and pulled him towards the bed with a salacious look in her eye.
Brett scooped her up and flung her onto the mattress. She gasped as she flew through the air. She landed with a thud and sunk into the plush fabric of the comforter. Brett stripped his clothes off in record time, tossing them carelessly on the floor. His substantial rod was already getting erect before he climbed on top of the bed with Sofie.
Sofie sat up, yanking her tank top off and swiftly unhooked her bra, baring her breasts. Her plump, pink nipples were swelling with desire, and Brett longed to put his mouth on them. So he did. He reached for her and slammed her body against his, shoving her left breast into his mouth. He tugged on her nipple with his teeth and then swirled his tongue around her areola.
Sofie groaned with desire as he sucked her tit. When he was done with the left one, he moved on to the right side. He teased the tip of her erect nipple with his tongue and then gently pulled it into his mouth. He massaged her left breast with his fingers, pulling on her nipple, making it elongate. Sofie tipped her head back and moaned deep in her throat.
When Brett was done with her tits, he worked his way down. He pushed his hands into her shorts and slid them down, exposing her pussy and the small blonde snatch of hair adorning it. Sofie flopped back onto the pillows and covered her eyes with her arms. She knew what was coming.
Brett slipped his hands down to Sofie’s knees and pushed them apart. He bobbed his head down until his mouth made contact with her right knee. He kissed the side of her knee and then moved up a centimeter. He planted another soft kiss and then moved up a little more.
By the time Brett reached the top of Sofie’s thighs, her legs were trembling. He parted her slick, pale folds with his thumbs and aimed his tongue for the tight little bud of pleasure. When he made contact with her clit, Sofie screamed out loud, like he knew she would.
He swirled his tongue round and round on her pink bud until she was screaming his name. She fisted his hair in her hands and forced his head down onto her. She was grinding her hips in rhythm with his licks. Brett pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked, hard. He reached down with his hand and pushed two fingers into her wet hole. He felt Sofie tighten her muscles around his fingers.
He worked on her sensitive spot until she was quivering with desire. He knew Sofie was close, so he pulled his fingers out and sat up. His fingers wet from her pussy, he stroked his meat stick until it was rock hard. Sofie parted her legs and pulled them up to her chest, opening herself to him.
He positioned his dick at the entrance of her twat and ran it up and down the length of her slit, coating it with her slickness. When he was lubed up, he thrust his rod into her with one buck of his hips. He filled her completely with his massive girth. Sofie wriggled beneath him, clamping down on his dick with her sheath.
Brett leaned down and covered Sofie’s body with his, placing his arms on both sides of her head. He invaded her mouth with his tongue. The kiss deepened as he drove into her over and over again. He pushed her legs up farther, spreading her hole wide open.
He leaned back, balancing on his knees so he could watch as his cock slid in and out of her slippery cunt. He loved watching her folds expand as his gigantic dick pummeled in and out of her.
He lifted her left leg and slung it over his shoulder as he pumped her pussy. Brett reached with his hand and began massaging her clit with his thumb. It wouldn’t be long now. He increased pressure with his thumb.
Sofie’s sheath tightened around his cock again, squeezing it tightly. He felt his dick twitch inside of her. Sofie grunted with effort as she tried to resist her impending orgasm. But it was no use – Brett was going to wrench it from her.
He increased his speed as he continued to pound her tight, wet hole. Sofie’s body was covered in sweat as she writhed beneath him. He slammed his dick as far in as it would go, hitting bottom. Sofie wiggled again, but he held her still. He felt her tense and knew she was going.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed as her body bowed beneath his. “FUCK!”
Brett continued pounding her until her orgasm ran its course. When she was still beneath him, he pulled his soaked dick out of her and climbed her body, straddling her shoulders. He pushed his dick down until it hovered over her mouth. Sofie lifted her head and took him into her mouth.
Brett tensed as Sofie sucked hard. He angled his hips so that she had to take his full length into her mouth. He enjoyed the feel of her silky soft lips wrapped around his shaft. She deep-throated him with ease, and elicited several guttural grunts from him.
When Brett was about to blow, he leaned back, popping his dick out of her mouth with a loud plop. Sofie reached up and cupped his balls, applying gentle pressure. Brett wrapped a hand around his rod and began beating off. He wanted to blow his load on her beautiful tits. Maybe on her face a little too.
He stroked his dick with increasing pressure, his hand sliding up and down his pole effortlessly thanks to Sofie’s damp pussy lubing it up.
Brett felt that familiar heat charge through his balls and Sofie squeezed them tighter, knowing he was close. His sensitive dick was unable to handle any more fondling. With one more stroke, he felt the surge of hot fluid gush to the surface. His cum shot out of his dick and sprayed Sofie’s tits. Within seconds, tons of cum had flowed out of him and coated Sofie. He moved his dick up and shot part of his load on her chin and her lips. She promptly licked it off with relish, smacking her lips as she did so.
It was almost enough to make him go again. Brett was totally spent as he collapsed onto the bed next to Sofie. His loud panting and racing heart overwhelmed him momentarily.
He looked over at Sofie, smiling. She reached a hand up and spread his spooge all over her tits and teased her nipples with her slick fingers. It was driving him wild. She leaned over and smashed her sticky body onto him, shoving her tongue in his mouth. He could taste his jizz on her tongue. It was tangy and salty.
Sofie squirmed on top of him, glazing his torso with his own juices. She was a dirty, dirty girl.
“Come on, you. We need a shower, and quick,” Brett stated as he pulled Sofie off of him. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he knew someone would be coming to get them soon.
Sofie smiled and followed him into the bathroom. They stepped into the gargantuan shower and cleaned up super quick.
They were both pulling on fresh clothes when a knock on the door startled them. It was an announcement from one of the maids letting them know it was time for dinner. Sofie reached for Brett’s hand and gave him one of her special smiles as they left the room.
* * * * *

Maddy looked herself over in the large vanity mirror. She didn’t know what she’d been thinking when she’d bought a bikini. She just looked gross. Her belly pooked out over the top of the bikini bottoms and her boobs were spilling out of the top.
She turned sideways and saw the overhang of her ass cheeks as they leaked out of her swimsuit. Her big, fat ass. She jumped up and down and watched as it jiggled. It was like a wave in the ocean – once it got started, it kept rippling.
She slapped the side of her ass with her hand and grimaced as it jiggled harder. A fucking bikini – and no other swimsuit as a backup.
Really, Maddy? she chastised herself.
She tugged on her bikini top, trying to get her titties to fit inside the little swaths of fabric, but no luck. Had she been blind when she’d tried this on at the store? And why in the world did Miles not tell her how hideous she looked in it? She’d modeled it for him the same day she’d bought it, and he swore up and down that he liked it.
Just then, Miles strode into the bathroom. It had only been about ten minutes since Aletta had dropped them at their rooms and Maddy had gotten distracted as she unpacked her bags. The bikini had been staring at her, taunting her.
Now, she wished she could quickly cover up, but she didn’t have anything on hand to grab. Miles was openmouthed and frozen in the bathroom doorway. Maddy covered up her belly with her arms, trying to look nonchalant. Not that she was fooling anyone.
Miles slowly walked over towards her, never taking his eyes off of her body. Was he so completely grossed out by her? She was about to turn and run to the closet to fetch some of her clothes but Miles was quicker. He crossed the space in less time than she had anticipated and before she knew it, his hands were in her hair, pulling it tightly and forcing her back against his body.
She was stunned – what in the hell was he doing? What was wrong with him? She couldn’t place that look on his face. It was starting to creep her out. And he was yanking pretty hard on her hair.
Before she could voice any of her questions, Miles pushed her to one side, exposing her neck, before leaning down and running his tongue down her neck to her shoulders. Maddy shuddered at the unexpected touch.
“You look so fucking hot in that thing,” Miles whispered as he kissed her back and then her shoulders.
He reached around and pulled her arms free from her belly, forcing them to hang loosely at her sides. He grabbed big, squishy handfuls of her belly flab and squeezed, kneading her rolls with both hands.
Her pussy started pulsing and aching. What the hell? Was he turned on by all of this? He’d never shown an interest in it before. Granted, she had put on quite a bit of weight in the last year – mostly due to her stressful job – but Miles had never said a peep about it. She figured he was just being nice and not mentioning her ballooning figure.
Miles continued squeezing her belly and then slowly moved his hands backwards, working his way towards her chunky hips. He clamped his hands down on her lovehandles and shook them hard. She looked at him in the mirror and watched as his face lit up.
Who was this man? And where was her husband?
Once he was done fondling her hefty hips, he turned her around so she was facing him. He rested his head on her left shoulder and worked his magical hands onto her thick ass. She realized he was watching his movements in the mirror. He grabbed her ass cheeks suddenly and shook them violently.
He groaned as he watched her ass jiggle. He stopped shaking and his hands disappeared, but not for long. Maddy heard the sharp snap before she felt the stinging slap that went across her ass cheeks. Before she knew it, Miles was massaging her supple skin again.
When he was done with her ass, he moved up to her chest, squeezing her tits. He positioned his hands under the cups of her bikini top and pushed up, hiking her tits up. He pulled his hands down swiftly, letting her massive jugs flop. He repeated this motion more quickly, over and over again, until he was forcing her tits to flop and bounce inside of her bikini top. At some point, her boobs could no longer be contained and they spilled out of her top.
Maddy heard Miles’ sharp intake of breath. He leaned over and nuzzled her tits with his face. He sighed contentedly as he buried himself in her soft mounds.
“Fuck! You are so damn hot!” Miles said suddenly. What had gotten into him?
Was this because of their illicit tryst earlier? Had she stirred something up deep inside of him?
He flipped her around so she was facing the mirror again. Her cheeks were splotched with red, her tits were flopping freely over the top of her swimsuit, and her bikini bottoms betrayed her secret arousal – she could see the dampness between her legs, so she was certain that Miles wouldn’t overlook that.
Miles reached forward and slid a hand down the front of her bikini bottoms, promptly reaching her moist hole. He massaged her in that special spot that made her feel all tingly. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her mouth.
Miles shoved her forward and made her bend over the counter, her face just inches from the mirror.
“Watch while I fuck the shit out of you from behind, baby,” he whispered roughly as he dragged her swimsuit off of her, exposing her ass and her dripping wet pussy.
She wanted desperately to close her eyes but she couldn’t. She was transfixed on Miles’ face as he regarded her intently. She was on the verge of orgasm and he hadn’t even penetrated her yet.
He rubbed his hands up and down her ass, from the small of her back all the way down to the tops of her thighs, over and over again until her skin was hypersensitive. He pushed her forward even more and lifted her ass up in the air, forcing her onto her tiptoes. He pushed her legs wide, exposing the most private parts of her.
Miles pushed a hand down between her shoulder blades, effectively mashing her down onto the counter. Her tits were squashed against the cold marble, giving her super cleavage.
Miles wasted no time as he dropped his pants. He hadn’t even bothered to take his shirt off. Maddy was surprised to see a full erection spring free from his pants. His dick looked delicious.
He rubbed the head of his cock over her sensitive slit, lighting her whole body on fire in the process. He thrust his hips slightly and an inch of his dick pushed inside of her. Maddy grunted and closed her eyes at the pure pleasure that spiked through her.
“Look at me,” Miles rasped as he dug his fingers into her jiggling hips. Maddy’s eyes flew open in response to his husky voice. She watched his face as he nudged his cock inside her a little bit farther. With each lazy thrust of his hips, he slowly buried himself in her until he was completely encased by her smooth, hot pussy.
He reached up and grabbed a handful of Maddy’s hair, pulling it towards him. She stifled a scream. Miles eased out of her and then slammed his cock back into her again with real force. She felt the motion go through her whole body. She watched as her fat folds and rolls jiggled and quivered from the movement.
Miles picked his free hand up and positioned it over her ass. She knew what was coming but was still unprepared for it. He brought his hand down hard on her ass cheek, causing it to burn, but in a good way. Miles moaned as he watched Maddy’s ass continue to quiver from his smack.
Maddy braced herself as Miles picked up the pace and began to pump even harder. She watched her titties jiggling with each thrust, her body bouncing and flopping with each pound of his cock.
Before she knew it, Miles was straining and his whole body went rigid. He let go of her hair and moved his hand to her sweet spot, rubbing vigorously. One touch was all she needed to erupt violently, gushing her juices all over his invading cock.
Miles following shortly after, dumping his spunk into her. She could feel it as it ran down her legs. It was hot and thick and it made her tremor with excitement.
Miles pulled out of her, releasing even more of their juices. Maddy was completely soaked. She would definitely need a shower now. She turned around to face Miles, feeling shy for some reason, and he kissed her, hard.
“Later,” he promised, sending chills up and down her spine. “And make sure you don’t lose that bikini,” he whispered in her ear as he walked around her and headed for the shower.
Maddy was still in total disbelief about what had just happened when she emerged from the shower a few minutes later. They were running out of time so they were being super speedy. She dressed in a daze and did her best to avoid Miles’ carnal stares.
When Aletta knocked on their door a few minutes later, they were presentable. Miles swept the door open and motioned for Maddy to go first. What had really gotten into him? The sea air? The sunshine? The work-free weekend? She couldn’t figure it out, but she was going to take total advantage of his newfound libido while she could.

* * * * *

The Boss watched the monitors with rapt attention. It hadn’t taken long for the couples to get into their own grooves. Eight screens were lit up, revealing the guest bedrooms and adjacent bathrooms.
The Boss was watching when Jase and Kennedy inspected their room, when Leon shot Maya down when she made a pass at him, when Brett and Sofie fucked in their bed, and when Miles bent Maddy over the counter and fucked her like a dog.
It was all very interesting, made even more so by the fact that no one knew they were being monitored everywhere they went in the house.
The Boss watched as Aletta crept down the hallway and called them all to dinner. Everyone was trying so hard to keep up with appearances, but not for long. Once dinner was over – what kind of host wouldn’t at least serve the guests dinner before the entertainment started – and the true fun began, they would all quickly turn on one another…maybe even their own significant others.
It was going to be so fun to watch it all unfold. Aletta led them all into the main dining hall, which was big enough to seat twenty guests comfortably. All four couples took seats away from one another initially, but Aletta corralled them back together. She was doing well so far.
Once all of the guests were seated, Lucinda arrived with a service trolley laden with foods that had been specially prepared. Aletta helped set the table and pass out the food, allowing each guest to help themselves to whatever they wanted.
The signal came when Lucinda pushed the food cart of out of the dining hall and carefully shut the door behind her. Aletta stayed in the room to ensure that no one left. Lucinda gave a small nod to the camera perched high on the ceiling outside of the dining hall.
The Boss wheeled around in the chair and pressed several buttons in sequence on the control panel in front of the computer monitors.
Soft grinding noises filled the air as the metal shutters began to close and cover all the windows in the mansion. They had been installed at great expense due to the terrible weather that sometimes plagued this little stretch of beach. It got expensive to continually replace windows, so the shutters had been put in.
Now, they were going to serve an even greater purpose – to keep the lovely guests from escaping. Waiting until the guests were in the dining hall was no fluke. The Boss figured that the best time to deploy the shutters would be when the guests couldn’t hear it – and the dining hall had no windows.
When they returned to their rooms – after Aletta gives them their very special presents – they would be informed that there had been a severe weather alert and that the shutters were necessary for their safety.
Jammers installed throughout the house would keep anyone from using their phones and the invitation emails had set a strict “no computers/no work” policy, so the guests would have no computers or laptops to utilize.
Everything had been thought of. Once dinner was over, The Boss would be generous and allow the guests a couple of hours of sleep before the festivities began. Then all hell would break loose.
The shutters gave a final groan as they settled into place. A quick scan of the outside cameras showed Joseph and his men canvasing the area. He’d seen the shutters going into place and knew that was his cue to set up shop.
Lucinda was busy cleaning up the dinner dishes, Aletta was still babysitting the guests, and Luz was prowling through the house to make sure all the shutters had been activated and were securely in place.
The boss settled back into the chair, anticipation beginning to bubble deep inside. A quick check of the monitors again showed everything to be progressing as planned. The guests seemed like they were at least trying to get along. The audio feed was available but turned off. It didn’t really matter what banality was being discussed at dinner. All that mattered was what was about to happen.
Enjoy your last meal, bitches. Hope it’s delicious.
The Boss smiled at the little people on the screen. They were the puppets, and The Boss was pulling the strings.


More to cum…

This book is published in serial format.
Subsequent chapters have been added in order.