登入MAXYou know that feeling you get when you're in a sketchy place so you do a quick scan of any possible escape route because you CAN make a break for it and CAN somehow escape what looked like a battalion of security guards lurking around every corner?Pretty specific, I know.But um… I wasn't getting that feeling right now. The only way I was getting out of here is if I was let out. Other than that, I was currently nothing more than a walking carcass. The eight men that been following is from outside was now currently just one. Jake, their leader I supposed, walked straight through a door. From the stares I kept getting, I was probably meant to follow him in there as well. “Don't speak unless he talks to you fir—”“Shut up” I countered Brian's words and walked in first, following right after Jake.At first glance, it looked like the kind of place a druglord would call home. There wasn't any visible source of light yet it was bright enough to notice certain details. Like the hand
MAXAfter an hour and a half of paperwork and the fourth expresso I'd gulped down today, it was safe to say this was going to be the most boring after-school activity I'd stumbled on before. And that was coming from a guy who'd sold markers at a tuck shop, and tried pitching balloons outside a restaurant. But at least the sketchy neighbours and unrelenting sun felt like something back then.Here, I'd almost forgotten the souls of human speech. No one talked. At least not to me. And even when they did, it felt like they were speaking in morse code, clearly alert to the presence of an outsider in their midst. I couldn't say the same for Vanessa though. She'd come down to my floor a handful of times, but was on the clock, so couldn't hold a conversation long enough for it to feel like one.But my, she was buzzing like an eagle finally released to the wild. Oh well, I guess it came with rhe floor's privileges cause the other guys that'd come down from up there had the same zip about the
BIANCA“Hmm. This one might be on you, Bianca. It's room 99. Not 66. You've got the wrong door.”Bumping into Mia wasn't as surprising as seeing her in this attire. She'd called them work clothes, and my guess was that Sullivan had hand-picked this set for her as well.Had to admit; she made it look like it was designed just for her. The pure white satin lingerie worshipped every lush curve—full breasts, soft waist, wide hips, thick thighs, and that irresistible ass—while making her feel like pure, filthy temptation.I'd noticed it every damning detail even before she'd handed me her brown leather coat to cover up.“It's on the first floor. I can show you up.”Even from the way she strutted, it was pretty clear Mia was a completely different breed compared to me. I noticed every crack of her heels against the marble, and paid attention to the way her fat ass bubbled after every step. She noticed I wasn't matching her stride, and through the corner of her eyes, caught me checking her
BIANCAI ran off to a brothel once. Twice, actually, but for good reason. We were young, adventurous frehsmen and Ellie decided a little sightseeing in a new city wouldn't hurt.It didn't, but i didn't really have fun memories of that night so I doubted heading out to place like that against would be on my bingo cards two years later.And yet, here I was. An exclusive residence with a backdrop that would make you assume five star hotels were holding back. And on the outside, that's how it appeared. Sully's Palace—an exquisite hotel open only for the biggest names in New York. Well, between both of us, a hotel was a bit too vanilla for what this place actually was, and a brothel was probably a tiny bit too crude. I walked in and met the gaze of the sharp-looking front desk officer a couple strides away. She smiled like she knew me from somewhere, but still carried that noticeable air of professionalism any other business probably did.“Hello and welcome to Sully's Palace. How many
BIANCA I couldn't remember the last time I had a good night's sleep.For obvious reasons, being away from this house was the highlight of my day.I didn't want to talk to Brian, Max didn't want to talk to me, and Sabrina apparently moved out two days ago. Great. I was fucked.It was times like this that the phrase “crawl into a hole and die” came to mind, but that was probably just an empty-stomach thought.For the past couple hours, I'd been curled on the same spot on my bed, salivating because of whoever had made it their life's mission to let the scent of buttery warm steak waft into my room.Brian almost always ate out, so it was probably Max. I wondered if he would mind sparing a couple slices… then again, I knew the answer already. I'd just have to whip up something myself.I slapped on the worn-out college T-shirt I was promised i’d grow into the first day of college, and hoped it would charm him with enough memories to at least spare me conversation when we locked eyes. I
ZANEWhat better way to relieve some post-game stress, than to have my cock throbbing in her wet, warm mouth. I sat back on the couch, arms draped on either side while Ellie took me wholly and slowly. Tears ran down her face, precum mixed with saliva dribbling down her mouth. “Take it. All of it” I tilited, watching her squirm on her kneesas she attempted taking every inch into her mouth.She struggled, gagging and choking but still pressing down. When she realised she couldn't do it, she attempted to use her hands… and I replied exactly as agreed.A simple flick and the vibrator laying dormant in her pussy buzzed back to life, gyrating so deep I could feel the shake on my pulsing cock. “No hands. You remember the deal, right?”“Fuck” she moaned, about to pull off me when I grabbed her by the hair and forced her mouth back down.Getting a blowjob was one thing. Getting a blow job from your opponents sister after dumping their team out of the tournament… was a completely different







