Stalker Problems - Chapter 56 - Best Member #2
Oh my God what is wrong with me?! I just took that way too far! I’d only meant to molest their abs. Not give them handjobs and dirty boops!
Tanner narrowed his eyes at me. His irises almost looked…stormy. God, I loved when he looked all mad like that. It was so hot.
Mission accomplished.
And then a horrible realization came over me.
What if I had miscalculated everything? Tanner was part of this crazy sex club.
And Diablo had said that I didn’t know Tanner very well if I thought he wouldn’t be down for a swingers’ dinner.
If that was true, then Tanner would happily sit back and watch me get fucked.
Hell, he’d probably be thrilled that one of his recruits was the opening act for this weird secret sex party thing that Ocelot kept talking about.
For a second no one moved.
Then Diablo reached for my breasts and Tanner growled, “Stop.” His voice was laced with danger. Diablo froze in his tracks.
Damn that was sexy. I needed to make Tanner jealous more often.
Tanner opened his tuxedo jacket. At first I thought he was gonna flash a gun holstered under his arm. But he didn’t have any weapons. Instead he just had a black onyx medallion in the shape of the Society logo dangling from his inside pocket on a thick black chain.
“Raven’s mine. Step away from her,” he demanded. “Now.”
Angel and Diablo each took a few steps back.
Then he walked over, lifted me over his shoulder, and carried me off the stage like a caveman. I’d never been so turned on in my life.
“Wait,” said Ocelot.
Tanner spun around. “What?!” he growled.
“You know I’m in love with you, Ryder, but this is highly irregular.”
Did Ocelot just say he’s in love with Tanner? This night just kept getting weirder and weirder.
“You took an oath when you received that medallion,” continued Ocelot. “To cockblock two of your fellow members is a sick perversion of that sacred oath.”
“Report me to the council if you must, but I’m leaving here with Raven.
Goodnight, gentlemen.” He put his hand firmly on my ass as he carried me the rest of the way off stage.
If that wasn’t a show of staking his claim, then I didn’t know what was.
And he didn’t put me down until we were back in the hallway with all the secret doors.
“What the hell are you doing at Club Onyx, Ash?” he asked. He put his hand on the center of my chest and pushed me backward until my back collided with the wall. He was caging me in. And staring at me with his stormy eyes. And I was loving every second of it.
All I wanted to do was jump on him and kiss him all over for saving me, but I couldn’t ruin my momentum. I had to keep up this slutty charade until I was safely out of the wifey-zone. Because it was working. Chastity was a freaking genius.
“What do you mean what am I doing? Chastity and I got invited…” Kidnapped… “And then Ocelot bought us as sex slaves at the auction.”
“Sex slaves?! At the auction? Why the hell were you there? That is for experienced members only. There’s no way you were ready for that.” Then his eyes got big. “Please tell me you didn’t go to the sky box.”
That place that won best new room? “Nope.” I didn’t know what the hell the sky box room was, but if I ever needed to really make Tanner jealous, it sounded like that was the place to go.
“We went straight to the auction room. When someone paid $250K for us I thought for sure we were gonna get gangbanged at a bachelor party, but it turned out that Ocelot needed us to help him present the Onyxies since his girlfriend’s plane got delayed. ”
“And that presentation involved getting double-teamed?” He pulled his hand away from me. It looked like he wanted to start pacing but instead he just ran his hand down his face like the idea literally pained him.
“Yup. Actually, no. I was just supposed to choose one guy. But I got a little greedy. And really, I had no choice. You know… Single Girl Rule #8.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“It absolutely is. And if I’m not mistaken, both Angel and Diablo fit that criteria. Unless they have a fat day or something, then my body is at their mercy.”
“Even in front of that entire auditorium of people?”
“Rule 8 isn’t shy.”
“Why would that be part of girl code?”
“It’s not girl code. That’s for old ladies and tweens. These are the Single Girl Rules. They’re far superior. And of course Rule #8 is a part of them. Didn’t your parents ever tell you to eat all your food because there were starving children in Africa?”
“No. That would have been awfully strange of them to say...”
“They seriously never said that? Oh well. It doesn’t matter.
The concept is the same. It’s wrong to waste food because it’s a valuable commodity that some people would kill for.
The same goes for a man with an 8 pack and a huge cock.
To refuse him would be an insult to women everywhere who can’t find themselves such a fine specimen. ”
“I thought the rules were like: If you arrive together, leave together. And friends don’t let friends go to the bathroom alone. Things like that.”
“Never let a friend go into the bathroom alone is Rule #3. But the rest of what you said is just classic girl code. Which I just told you is for basic bitches. Single Girl Rules are more sophisticated. You’re probably thinking of Rule #11.
But you got it all wrong. It’s really: Only ditch your friends for a hot guy. ”
Tanner stared at me. “There’s no way that’s right.”
“Sure it is. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. So Ocelot would only let me choose two. But the others were all double 8s as well, so before they left, I told them they could come take a turn on me once Angel and Diablo were done.” Was that too much?
That felt like way too much. Although if my goal had been to channel my inner-Chastity, then I’d totally nailed it.
“You’re a terrible liar, you know,” said Tanner.
“What makes you think I’m lying?”
“It’s pretty obvious.”
“You’re mistaken, sir. As a card-carrying member of the Single Girl Rules, I had no choice but to let Angel and Diablo have their way with me.
It would have been a totally different story if I had a boyfriend, though.
” Boom! That was it. I’d made my case: Un-wifey-zone me, or I’m gonna whore it up. And that was a promise.
Now the ball was in Tanner’s court.
“We’re leaving,” he said.
Yes, take me home with you!
“It’s late and there’s still lots to do to get ready for this launch party. You said Chastity was here too?”
“Yeah.” I’m not sure why he wanted Chastity to come home with him too. And why we were going to be ‘working.’ “I’m pretty sure she ran off with Karl after he won Best Gif.”
“Any idea where?”
I shook my head.
“Damn, okay.”
“Should we split up?” I asked.
“Not a chance.”
“But there are like…a bajillion rooms in this place.” I gestured to a nearby door labeled with a handcuff symbol.
“If tonight is Ocelot’s secret sex party, then all these rooms will be locked until the party begins. That leaves only a few places where they could be.”
Tanner grabbed my hand and guided me out of the never-ending hallway and into a ridiculously fancy foyer. Two stories. Double staircase. A chandelier the size of a car. It was insane. There were so many things to explore. Tanner picked up his pace.
We were going to go search one of the lounges, whatever that meant, but on our way down the grand staircase, we heard loud moans coming from the men’s locker room.
“Sounds like Chastity took Karl to a bathroom stall,” I said.
The moans got louder as we approached. And then I nearly slipped on her dress crumpled in a pile at the locker room entrance.
We walked in and…
“Ahhh!” I tried to hide my eyes. Because Chastity hadn’t taken him into a stall. She had just bent over and let him fuck her from behind right in the middle of the bathroom. But the really shocking part was that she was simultaneously giving head to some other guy.
Damn, girl! I’d walked in on Chastity plenty of times in college, but never with two guys.
The guys looked over but didn’t stop.
Tanner pulled out the same symbol he’d shown to Ocelot. “That’s enough, guys. Party’s over.”
The guy getting head pulled back immediately and ran away with his junk in his hands. Karl started to pull out too, but Chastity reached back and grabbed his ass.
“Wait,” she said. “Don’t stop.”
“Nope,” said Tanner. “It’s time to go.” He sounded so calm, like the scene in front of us was totally normal.
“Can’t he at least finish?” asked Chastity. “I don’t want to leave him with blue balls. It goes against Single Girl Rule 24: No blue balls allowed. Finish what you start.”
“Fucking Single Girl Rules,” Tanner mumbled under his breath.
“Yeah man,” said Karl. “Just give me one more minute.”
“Out. Now,” growled Tanner.
Karl frowned and gave Chastity one more good thrust before pulling out.
“Boo,” said Chastity. “Why are you ruining all my fun?”
Tanner grabbed her dress off the floor and tossed it to her. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“They didn’t seem to mind that I was in the men’s room…”
“I meant at Club Onyx.”
“Who even was that second guy?” I asked.
“No idea. But he walked in on us and asked to join. He didn’t quite have 8 abs and 8 inches, but it was close enough.”
“See?” I said to Tanner. “I told you Rule #8 was a thing!”
Tanner shook his head. “It all makes sense now. You didn’t tell me that Chastity was the one who made the rules up.”
“Made it up?” asked Chastity as she put her lingerie back on. “I beg your pardon. The Single Girl Rules are a time-honored tradition among single women all over the world that aren’t basic.”
I’d described them just right. I gave myself a mental high-five. #NailedIt. Yas queen! I’d used a hashtag right!
“We can talk more about this later,” Tanner said. “But right now we’re leaving.”
I zipped Chastity into her dress. I was so excited to be finally going home with Tanner.
“Do we have to?” she asked.
“Yes.” Tanner snapped his fingers. Two men appeared, seemingly out of thin air, and bagged me and Chastity.