Chapter 6
The snow fell in lazy spirals from a sky the color of polished silver, each flake melting the instant it touched my bare shoulders. The walk from the lodge to the spa was a journey through a winter wonderland—the crunch of my boots on the packed snow, the distant twinkle of the mountain’s floodlights, my own nervous breathing fogging the air in front of me.
Maddie found me in the staff lounge, her silver necklace glinting against her golden skin. “You’re working the room tonight,” she said, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Spa. Eight o’clock. You know The Alpine Code.”
I nodded, my pulse jumping. The white bikini was already packed in my bag—scraps of fabric that barely qualified as clothing. But the silver necklace around my throat felt like the real uniform.
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The spa was a haven of warmth in the frozen night, the outdoor hot tub nestled in a grove of snow-covered pines, steam curling into the freezing air like breath from a living thing. A striking brunette with dark, knowing eyes and a body built for both power and pleasure lounged against the edge, her silver snowflake charm resting between her full breasts. Lila. She caught my eye and smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of her lips that promised things I couldn’t yet name. Six men already lounged in the bubbling water, their faces a mix of anticipation and amusement.
The snowflakes melted on my bare shoulders as I stepped closer, the contrast between the heat of the water and the cold of the air electric. I shed my open puffer jacket, the white fabric pooling at my feet, revealing the white bikini beneath—the top barely containing my breasts, the bottom riding high on my hips. I left the bottoms on for now, the fabric a thin barrier between me and what was to come.
The men watched, their eyes warm with hunger, their voices a low murmur. The steam rose around us, the scent of chlorine and pine thick in the air.
Lila’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “We should make this interesting,” she said, her voice a low purr. She looked at the six men lounging in the water. “Each of you gets one minute.” She gestured to me, her smile slow and knowing. “One minute to make Tessa come using only your hands or your mouth. Nothing else. No cock inside her. Not yet.”
Marcus grinned, his gold watch glinting in the dim light. “And if she comes?”
Lila’s hand slid under the water, finding my thigh. “Then she chooses which of you gets to fuck her first,” she said. “But if she doesn’t come in your minute, you owe her. A massage. A drink. Your room key for the night.” She squeezed my thigh, her voice a dark promise. “Winner takes all.”
The men murmured their agreement. My pulse quickened. A game. With stakes.
The first man—Richard, with a silver-streaked beard—didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, his hand gripping my waist, pulling me onto his lap. The water lapped at my skin, the heat intensifying the sensation of his touch. His fingers found my bikini bottoms, sliding beneath the fabric, his touch sure and possessive. He circled my clit, slow and deliberate, his eyes locked onto mine. The timer in my head started. Sixty seconds.
He was skilled. His fingers worked me with a precision that made my toes curl, my breath coming in sharp gasps. But I held back. I wouldn’t give in so easily. The water swirled around us, the snowflakes melting on my skin. The time ran out. He didn’t quite get me there.
Richard groaned, his voice a low growl. “Fuck.”
Lila didn’t waste time. She leaned in, her voice a low command. “Owe her a massage, Richard.”
He didn’t argue. He simply nodded, his eyes dark with hunger, with anticipation.
The second man—Marcus, with his gold watch glinting—took his turn. He positioned me on his lap, his cock pressing against my entrance through the thin fabric of my bikini bottoms. His hands gripped my hips, his voice a low growl. “One minute.”
He pulled the fabric aside, his fingers finding my clit. His touch was different—faster, more insistent. I gasped, my body responding to his rhythm, my hands gripping his shoulders. He was better. He got me close, so close I could feel my orgasm building, a coiling, tightening sensation that made my toes curl. But I held back. I wouldn’t give in. Not yet.
The time ran out. Marcus groaned, his voice rough with frustration. “Goddamn.”
Lila’s voice cut through the silence. “Owe her a drink, Marcus.”
He didn’t argue. He simply nodded, his eyes dark with hunger, with anticipation. “You earned this,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “My loss is your gain.”
The third man was younger, athletic, his eyes sharp and green. He didn’t speak. He simply moved between my legs, his hands gripping my hips, his mouth finding my clit through the thin fabric of my bikini bottoms. His tongue was slow, deliberate, his touch sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me. I gasped, my body trembling, my hands gripping the edge of the tub.
He was desperate to win. His tongue worked faster, his fingers digging into my skin. The pressure was unbearable. The pleasure built inside me, a coiling, tightening sensation that made my toes curl, my body trembling. And then I was falling, my back arching, my voice a raw cry as pleasure tore through me.
The men cheered, their voices a low murmur of approval. Lila didn’t waste time. She leaned in, her voice a low command. “We have a winner.” She looked at the young man, her smile slow and knowing. “What’s your name?”
“Jake,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Jake wins,” Lila said, her voice a dark promise. “You get her first. But not here.” She gestured to the cabana, a small heated structure near the hot tub, its windows glowing with warm light. “In there. After.”
Jake didn’t waste time. He stood, his cock already hard and heavy, his eyes dark with hunger. But Lila stopped him with a hand on his chest. “Not yet.”
She pulled me aside, her hands cupping my face. “You did beautifully,” she murmured. “But now it’s my turn.”
She kissed me deeply, her tongue sliding against mine, her hand slipping between my legs. Her fingers found my clit—still sensitive from the game—and circled it with slow, deliberate pressure. “You’re going to come for me first,” she whispered. “Before any of them.”
And I did. Her fingers worked me with a precision that made my toes curl, my back arching against the edge of the hot tub. I came with a cry, my body shaking, the water lapping at my breasts.
Lila smiled, satisfied. “Now you can play with the boys.”
Jake led me to the cabana, the warm air a stark contrast to the cold night outside. The others followed, their eyes dark with hunger, with anticipation. He laid me on my back on the cushioned bench, my legs spread wide, his cock pressing against my entrance. The other men surrounded us, their hands reaching for me, their eyes dark with hunger.
He entered me slowly, his cock filling me, stretching me. The other men watched, their voices a low murmur of approval. One of them—Marcus, the one who owed me a drink—knelt beside my head. “My penalty,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I owe you. Tell me what you want.”
I turned my head, my lips parting. He didn’t need more instruction.
Jake didn’t stop. He kept fucking me, his pace relentless, his grip on my hips bruising. The cabana was alive with the sounds of our pleasure—the wet slap of flesh, the sharp gasp of breath, the low groan of the men. The other men took turns, their hands gripping my body, their voices rough with need.
The last man came with a groan, his cock pulsing, his release spilling over my breasts, the cum thick and warm against my skin.
Lila took my hand and led me back to the hot tub. The water was still warm, the steam rising. She pulled me down beside her, my back against the tiled edge.
She didn’t join the men. She simply watched me, her dark eyes warm with something darker, something that made my pulse spike. She stepped closer, her body a study in curves—full breasts, a narrow waist, hips that swayed with every movement. The snowflake charm at her throat glinted in the dim light as she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine.
“My turn,” she murmured, her voice a dark promise.
She pulled down my bikini top, my breasts spilling free, and took my nipple into her mouth. Her tongue was slow, deliberate, her lips sealing around my nipple as she circled it with the kind of precision that made my toes curl. The air was warm against my skin, the steam curling around us.
Her fingers worked me with practiced ease, her thumb circling my clit, her touch sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me. I moaned, my hands gripping her hair, my body trembling as she explored me, her mouth never leaving my nipple.
I came with a cry, my body shaking, my voice raw as pleasure tore through me.
Lila didn’t stop. She simply moved lower, her mouth finding my clit, her tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. The water lapped at our skin, the steam rising. Her fingers slid inside me, her touch possessive, her rhythm relentless.
I returned the favor, my mouth finding her pussy, my tongue swirling around her clit. We took turns, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm, our pleasure building with each stroke.
Lila came first, her body shaking, her voice a raw cry as pleasure tore through her. Her fingers dug into my hair, her thighs trembling around my ears as I continued to lick her, drawing out her orgasm until her voice was hoarse, her body trembling.
I followed, my body trembling, my voice raw as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
I stayed in the water, my body still trembling, my skin slick with water and cum. The Alpine Code didn’t say anything about being gentle. It only said yes. And I had said yes with my body, my mouth, my skin.