Blinding light is all she sees as she opens her eyes for the first time in God knows how long. Her heart begins to pound rapidly as panic sets in. Where am I? How did I get here? Where’s Bobby? All these questions repeat over and over in her mind.
She tries to move, but her wrists are bound by padded leather straps; her ankles are bound as well. Her head pounds in pain as her senses return to her, one by one; the lingering smell of chemical residue makes her dizzy.
“Here, let me get that,” a familiar voice says to her. “Sorry about the chloroform; we didn’t want you to scream,” Chaz, Bobby’s best friend informs her so informally; she’s taken aback by his nonchalant tone.
She mumbles something incoherent, causing Chaz to pull the damp washcloth away from her tender nose. She feels pain like she was punched in the face.
“What was that, Rachel?” he asks, lowering his ear closer to her mouth.
She rams her head into his ear, forcing him to stumble back a couple steps.
“Motherfucker!” he shouts, holding his ear in one hand.
“I said ‘I dare you to come closer’ you sonofabitch,” she says clearly. “Now undo these fucking straps, you piece of shit,” she demands.
“Fuck you, you cunt! You’ve probably damaged my ear!” he whines to her.
“Like you use them anyway,” she says under her breath, struggling at the straps. “Look, I agreed to your guys’s little game, now let me out and let’s get this shit over with,” she demands.
Chaz steps up and slaps the back of his hand against her face. “You don’t give the commands here, bitch!” he says, slamming his hands on the stainless steel table she’s strapped to.
“You never have played a good tough guy,” she tells him, staring back at his cold, gray eyes.
He stares back are her murderously for a minute before his lips curl into a smile. “You’re right,” he says with a sigh and then releases her wrists.
Rachel sits up and unstraps one of her ankles while Chaz removes the other. She rubs her ankles briefly before sliding off of the shiny table and then steps up to Chaz. He backs away a step to keep his distance, but it’s not enough. Quicker than he can react, Rachel punches him in the jaw.
“That’s for slapping me, you prick,” she says and then helps him stand up straight again.
“Well, you egged me on,” he complains.
Rachel laughs. “Fair enough. Now, how is this going to go down? Where are we?” she asks, massaging her wrists.
“You’re in a warehouse. You have to complete each task to find the clue that will take you to your next task. Each task will prove your worth to us that you are right for our friend. He’s been burned too many fucking times; we don’t want to see it happen again,” Chaz explains.
“What are the obstacles?” she asks.
“You’ll see as they arise. Now, in this room the key to the door is hidden. To begin the trials, you must find the key and let yourself out. Only I know where the key is hidden. You may use any of your talents to get information out of me; my only hint is this: violence will not work,” he tells her.
“No, I know that much already,” Rachel says flirtatiously.
Chaz swallows hard as Rachel approaches him with slow deliberate steps. Rachel is completely aware of Chaz’s crush on her, despite his longtime friendship with Bobby. She remembers back to when she first met Chaz…
“I’ll be right back,” Bobby said, kissing her briefly before retreating to the restroom at the movie theater.
It was their first date after months of him pursuing her and trying to get her to go out with him. She’d wanted to say yes every time, but she wanted to see how much he’d work for it first. Too many times had she been hurt by guys who just wanted to get in her pants and then never call her again. Bobby was different, though; he was interested in more than just sex.
They’d met in their English 101 class her freshman year, flirted a little before and after class sometimes and even got lunch together from time to time. But, after that semester ended, they illegal bahis lost touch since he’d just been fulfilling a graduation requirement with that class. He’d been a junior while she was a freshman that year. The next school year, though, he ended up as the T.A. in her Chemistry class. She had no idea he was a Chemistry Major and after finding out she was nearly failing the class, he approached her and offered to tutor her. After each tutoring session, he would ask her out on a date, but she would flash him her most brilliant smile and turn him down.
At the end of the semester, after finals week was finished, he offered to take her out to celebrate her A- in the class. She finally gave in and at their celebration lunch, he took the bill and gave his ultimatum.
“Let me take you on a date, or I skip out on this bill and let you figure out how to pay for it,” he threatened playfully. “I hear the owner loves blowjobs,” he adds for affect.
Rachel was mortified at first but couldn’t help but laugh at him. He relaxed and then set the bill on the table as she stared back at him with her laughing eyes.
“Look, I know you were concerned about how things would look if people saw us dating while I was your T.A. but the semester is over and you got your ‘A’ in the class. I’m remaining the T.A. for the class next semester, you’ll be gone and I won’t have another opportunity to see you again,” he pleaded his case.
Rachel looked away briefly but couldn’t help but look into those soft, brown eyes of his. A new smile broke across her face as she nodded at him.
“Okay, Bobby, I’ll go out with you,” she agreed.
A week later he took her out for a nice dinner at a place called The Wood Ranch in Anaheim Hills, California, and as she waited for him to come back from the restroom this guy in a black T-shirt and ripped jeans walked up to her. Rachel couldn’t take her eyes off of the red bandana tied to the top of his head as he approached.
“Hey there, sexy,” he said and she rolled her blue eyes at him. “What’s with the look? All I did was say hello,” he complained.
“Did you really think I’d respond to something as disgusting as ‘Hey there, sexy’?” she questioned him.
He shrugged. “You tell me; did it work?”
She rolled her eyes again and then looked at him annoyed. “No,” she spits at him.
“Did your date stand you up?” he asked.
“Well, you’re standing here all alone; did your date stand you up?”
“Do I look like someone who gets stood up?” she challenged him.
He grinned, assuming she’s playing along this time. “Definitely not,” he replied, looking her up and down with stunning gray eyes.
“Get away from me,” she demanded.
“This guy bugging you, Rachel?” Bobby asked, finally returning from the restroom. “Chaz? What the hell are you doing here?” he said and then stepped up to hug his friend.
“You know him?” Rachel asked, somewhere between embarrassed for the way she talked to him and angry that one of his friends was such an asshole.
“Yeah, Chaz has been my best friend since first grade,” Bobby said. “He’s kind of an asshole though. He wasn’t hitting on you was he?”
“Actually, I was bro. I’m sorry. I didn’t know she was your girl,” Chaz apologized.
“Let me guess, ‘Hey there, sexy’?” Bobby asked.
Chaz sighed and shrugged. “It’s not like I’ve got the looks you have. I have to work at things,” he complained.
“Well, you’re also lazy. You’ve been using that opening line since high school,” Bobby teased him.
Chaz shrugged again. “Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.”
Bobby laughed. “I’m sorry about this guy, Rachel. He’s actually an okay guy once you get to know him.”
Rachel smiled nervously. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you walked up when you did. His charms were starting to work on me,” she threw at Chaz sarcastically.
After that night, his attempts to flirt with her improved and it actually brought them closer together as friends. Over the past five years, she couldn’t imagine her relationship with Bobby without Chaz being there illegal bahis siteleri as well. Bobby was right; Chaz is a great guy once you get to know him…
…And here she is, five and a half years later, locked in a room in a warehouse alone with him. Despite his crush on her, he never gave into it and respected her relationship with Bobby. But, she learned just how protective of Bobby Chaz and the rest of his friends are. Renee, Bobby’s oldest friend, had warned her about these trials the guys were planning. Rachel hadn’t let her go into any details, but she wanted to prove herself to them that she was worthy of Bobby’s heart until death do them part.
Rachel grabs the back of Chaz’s head and pulls him in for a kiss, but stops. “Is this what you want, Chaz?” she asks him.
“Uh huh,” he replies nervously.
“Is this how the trials are going to go? You’re all going to make me perform in some sexual way to prove my worth?”
He nods just as nervously. “Y-yes, yes we are,” he answers her.
“Now, am I supposed to give in to these situations to prove myself; or am I supposed to resist you all to show that I would never cheat on Bobby?” she presses him further.
“We all know you’d never cheat on him. We want to see how far you’d go for him. Everybody involved in this will be friends, no strangers at all,” he spills more information than she assumes he’s supposed to.
“So, this is to see if I will be able to keep him satisfied, then?” Rachel demands, grabbing the back of his head roughly, digging her nails into his skin a little.
He nods as much as he can in her grip of his thick, black hair. “Yes! Yes! We want to know you’ll take care of him in every way!” he says painfully.
Rachel grins and then releases his hair from her curled fingers. “Good,” she whispers and then pulls him in for the first real kiss they’ve ever shared.
He shoves his tongue in her mouth but she bites down briefly before pushing him back. “Don’t get too eager, Bobby,” she warns. “I’m willing to go through with these trials, just don’t get greedy, okay?”
Chaz nods. “I’m sorry. I just never thought this would ever happen,” he confesses.
With a sweet smile Rachel steps back up to him and cups his face in both of her slender hands. “You know I love you, too, Chaz. You really are a good guy,” she says, referring to the day they met and he remembers the day they met.
He returns her smile and lowers his head down to hers and kisses her gentler this time. After a few second, though, she breaks the kiss and then drops down to her knees and begins to unfasten the studded belt holding up his tight, ripped, black jeans. When she peals the denim material off of his hips and tugs them off of his legs, she gasps at the size of the cock revealed to her. It’s a thick six inch cock, already hardening before her eyes.
“My, my, Chaz. I had no idea you were packing so much beneath those torn skinny jeans,” she compliments him.
He shrugs. “I don’t like to show off,” he says.
“Yeah you do,” she winks at him and then grasps his cock in her slender, long-fingered hand.
She pulls his cock up and immediately begins to lick and suck on his balls while slowly jerking his staff with her right hand. As soon as he’s fully hard, she notices he’s also grown another inch or so.
“Holy shit, Chaz!” she praises him. “This is going to be fun,” she says and then lowers her mouth onto his rigid prick.
Her head bobs up and down as she goes on to give him the greatest head of his life. She’s never known him to have a girlfriend, but knows he’s fucked a few girls here and there after his punk band’s shows; but she doubts any of them have given him as good of head as he’s receiving now.
“Fuck,” he moans as she continues to minister to his cock.
He grabs the back of her head, though not too roughly, and begins to fuck her mouth. She lets him pump his cock in and out of her mouth a few times before taking back control and holds him by the hips. She rocks her head canlı bahis siteleri back and forth quickly, breathing through her nose so she can continue to suck on his thick cock. She even enjoys the feel of the tip of his cock bumping the back of her throat every few thrusts.
She pulls her mouth off of his cock and jerks him as she gasps for air. Looking up at him she sees his head has fallen back. Encouraged by his reaction from her work on his cock, she resumes sucking him off and increases the pressure on his shaft to help him cum. A few seconds later he’s tapping the back of her head and all she does is look up at him.
“Seriously?” he asks and she moans on his cock. “Holy fuck,” he says and then refrains from holding back his orgasm.
His cock pulses a couple times before hot jizz explodes into her mouth. She swallows hard to keep any from spilling out. When he’s finally spent, she pulls off of his cock and wipes her mouth off before licking him clean.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” he praises her, falling against the stainless steel table she’d found herself strapped to a few minutes ago.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Chaz. Now, about that key,” she says, straightening her hair in the glass of one of the windows. She wonders if Bobby is on the other side watching in the darkness. She hopes so; she hopes he sees what she’d do for him if forced to.
“Right,” he says and then pulls his pants back up. He then pulls a chain, like what soldiers wear their dog tags on, from beneath his shirt. Pulling it over his head, he hands it to her. “Good luck,” he says, still in a slight daze.
“Any clues?” she asks.
Chaz shakes his head. “No, you’ll know where to go,” he tells her.
Before she leaves, she steps back up to him again, runs her fingers through his hair and pulls him in for another kiss. No words are exchanged, just that single kiss and a smile. She turns, unlocks the door and walks out of the small office of the warehouse into blackness. Then, suddenly, a single light turns on and a circle of light illuminates an object on the floor. Rachel crosses the dark space, her footsteps echoing off of the floor and walls. When she reaches the lit spot on the floor, she finds an envelope with her name on it and instructions to read out loud.
“Well done, Rachel,” she reads out loud. “You have completed the first task, though we knew Chaz would be easy for you to get by. You probably didn’t even have to blow him, though we’re sure you did just to play along.”
Rachel notices that the writing is feminine. She wonders what girl in their circle of friends would have written this.
“Brittany,” she says out loud.
“Anyway,” she continues reading. “Choose a safe-word; you never know just how crazy we may get with you, sweetie. Yeah, this is definitely Brittany. I hope you’re plenty wet, Rachel. If not, this might help,” she says and then another spotlight turns on to reveal a tiny red bikini.
Rachel laughs to herself. “Not what I was expecting, but, okay,” she says and then crosses the wide, open room to the hanging swimsuit. A note pinned to the crotch says to change now, so she does. She kicks off her flats, pulls her blue and white striped top off to reveal her shapely body. She then removes the bikini top from the hanger and puts it on, and then she strips out of her denim capris and removes her black thong with them before pulling on the red bottoms. She notices on the back of the note that’d been attached to the crotch of her bottoms that something else is written.
“Speak your safe word and we’ll light the way,” the note says. With a grin she clears her throat. “Popcorn!” she says confidently and then the rest of the lights in the warehouse turn on to reveal a large, clear tank full of water.
“Climb up the ladder to the platform,” a male voice says over unseen speakers.
She does as instructed and finds Glenn, Bobby’s old football buddy from high school sitting in a poolside lounge chair in nothing but a pair of board shorts. Above the water Reggie, Bobby’s cousin, is tied to a chair, hanging over the surface.
“You have thirty minutes to bring us both to orgasm, or he gets dropped in the water. If that happens, you must earn the key to save Reggie from drowning,” Glenn smirks, flexing his well-muscled arms.
To Be Continued…