G is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

Welcome to the G Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.

Your choice for G was the Garden Room… Well actually, I had to flip a coin because it was a tie. Again! Keep those votes coming. 🙂

Sevy turned off the lights as he closed the door behind them. He guided Aralyn by the hand, as he had all the times before, but they stopped at a particular intersection of hallways. “What do you think?” he asked.

“Let’s stay here,” she said. “I could go for seeing another room here.” She smiled at him, and his gaze was searching. Was he wondering if she wanted to have sex in the Garden Room?

“Okay,” he said, “this way.” And he pulled her hand out of her sweatshirt pocket again to lead her toward another wing of The Dungeon. They arrived at the room quickly. It seemed like he was rushing. “This is it,” he said, and he pushed the door open.

The space was full of flowers, none of them real. At least, Aralyn assumed they couldn’t be real because there were shades drawn across all the curtains. If this is how the area was left when it was unused, real plants would die. She went over to one of the bouquets of flowers in a vase and touched a flower petal lightly. It felt real.

“The potted plants aren’t real, but the cut flowers are. We bring new ones in every day.”

“Even if the room isn’t reserved?”

“Yes,” he said. “We always want it ready for anyone who needs it. It’s such a happy place.” And she agreed that it was. The sky blue ceiling complimented the shaggy green grass carpet. The dresser blended in with the mural on the wall that looked like the beginning of a garden path. It was very much like being outside, Aralyn felt.

“This is beautiful,” she said. She looked around and around the room and then went over to test the bed. Sevy hadn’t been specific, but she had to assume that he would be interested in having sex with her if the opportunity presented itself. And this seemed like the perfect place to begin. She pulled the sweatshirt over her head and tossed it it to the side.

“It is beautiful. It’s probably my favorite room,” he said.

His interest in the room surprised Aralyn, and it was written all over her face. He laughed. “I know, it is surprising,” he said, reading her expression accurately. “I just feel like this room is relaxing.”

“It is,” she agreed.

He sat down next to her on the bed and smoothed her hair back behind her ear. She turned to face him, and the look on his face was serious. “You seem like you are beginning to relax, too,” he whispered.

“A little,” she agreed. And she was surprised to find that she was relaxing. Sevy’s gaze, while intense, was comforting. He was very clearly interested in her more than anything else.

He leaned toward her, and she leaned in toward him. When their lips touched, Aralyn wondered if the fire room could have contained their heat. Her whole body felt heated. She found herself turning her body so that she could press it against him more firmly. He turned toward her as well, and before she knew it, he had pressed her against the bed beneath him. As they fell to the bed, their kiss broke.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered and then he kissed her again. She knew that she was flushed both from his compliment and from the feeling of his body pressed against her. She had no chance to respond to his statement as she pressed her body against his more insistently.

He pulled back enough that he could push his hand underneath her silky shirt. His hand slid up against her hot skin, and she could feel him cupping her breast gently but insistently. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, and she broke their kiss to gasp, not from pain but pleasure. He had pulled back enough to look at her carefully to gauge her reaction. When he deemed it must have been a good response, he continued. He dipped his head lower and kissed her neck, nibbling gently. Then he moved down her chest, above the silky shirt to her collarbone. Aralyn had a mild worry that he would rip the delicate shirt, but he was still so gentle. He stopped nibbling on her long enough to push the fabric out of the way and up over her head. She had to arch her back to allow the material to move up, but the next thing she knew, the top was lying on the bed, and she was half naked.

She was watching him as he nibbled on her naked flesh, using his teeth and tongue to tease her until she was writhing on the bed. He paid attention to her nipples, using his tongue to flick across them each in turn. He paid attention to her breasts, nibbling on the soft globes. He paid attention to her stomach, taking the soft flesh into his mouth gently to nibble. He even dipped his tongue into her belly button which was a new sensation for her but not entirely unpleasant.

“Oh please,” she moaned softly, and he picked his head up from nibbling on her to see her face.

“Oh please, what?” he asked, and she knew that this was his dominant side at last.

“Oh please take your shirt off,” she moaned softly, her cheeks flaming, embarrassed that she had said the words out loud. But she tried to ignore the feeling as she added, “I want to feel your skin against mine.” He obeyed her wish without another word, and she found their skin pressed together to be better than she ever could have imagined. He was moving back up her body now, nibbling on her collarbone, then her neck, then her earlobe.

Then he whispered in her ear. “It seems that you like this,” he said, and Aralyn could only grunt back. “Tell me,” he commanded, and she obeyed.

“I like this. I like this a lot.”

“What do you like?” he asked. Apparently, he liked to talk during sex. Aralyn wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but if it was what he wanted, she imagined he would get it.

“I like feeling your body pressed against mine. I like your teeth sinking into me. I like your tongue on my body.”

“There are better places I could put my tongue,” he teased.

“I imagine there are,” she agreed in a whisper.

“Would you like to find out?” Would she? Of course she would. But was she ready for all that? She wasn’t entirely sure. Her hesitation in answering him had clearly gotten that message across because he backed off immediately. He kissed her just behind the ear and whispered, “There’s no rush, you know.”

“Hmm?” she asked, with her tone rather than her words.

“You and me, we have all the time in the world for my tongue to explore your body.”

“You mean this room is available?”

“No, I mean there’s no rush, for us.”

She wasn’t sure what he meant by that. Was he saying that they were an item? Was he asking her to be his girlfriend? She just didn’t know, but she was terrified to ruin the moment and ask. Unfortunately, she needed some answers, and it seemed like the perfect opening to ask them. “What do you mean, Sevy?”

She used his name, and she knew that it would draw him back to reality if he were living in a dream world of domination and submission. “I mean, I want you to be with me. Like, not just sexually. I want you to be my girl.” He didn’t say, girlfriend. Why couldn’t he just be plain?

“In the bedroom?”

“And out of it. In The Dungeon. At work. At your place. At my place. I want to go on dates with you and travel with you.” She was sure that the surprise she felt was written all over her face. “But if you don’t want that, it’s okay. I don’t want to rush you. I just mean…” his voice trailed off, but she smiled a broad smile at him.

“You want me to be your girlfriend?” The words escaped her lips without her permission. It was a more bold question than she would have felt comfortable asking if she had taken the time to think about it.

“Yes, I want you to be my girlfriend,” he said clearly.

“Yes, I want that very much,” she replied, and his shoulders sagged in relief.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I was so nervous to ask you that I kept fumbling up my words and I wasn’t speaking clearly. But I’m glad you figured out what I was trying to say.”

“Me, too,” she agreed, and she was still grinning at him.

“But I meant what I said before. I don’t want to rush you into anything. I want you to be entirely comfortable with me.”

“I am,” she said. This statement came out of her mouth without her permission either. What had gotten into her?!

“I’m glad,” he smiled, and she was inwardly glad that she had said the words, even if she hadn’t intended to.

“Me, too,” he said, almost imitating her with his words. He sat back and pulled her into his lap, her chest almost at the height of his mouth. “And,” he nipped at her breast, “I,” he nipped again, “want,” again, “you,” again, “to,” he grabbed her nipple with his teeth this time, “beg,” he moved to her other breast, “for,” again, “me,” again, “to,” again. She was groaning in frustration. His sentence was taking forever because he kept stopping every word to nip and nibble on her. She wanted to know what he was trying to say. She swiveled in his lap so that her legs were on either side of him. She pushed heavily on him and straddled him, pinning him between her legs.

“Out with it,” she demanded, “please?” she added almost uncertainly.

He laughed up at her. “Feisty!” he declared. “I want you to beg for me to lick your pussy before I fuck you.” She turned bright red at his words and released him with her upper body. She sat back, and he wrapped his arms around her and moved to a seated position himself. “You surprise me every time we’re together,” he said, nuzzling into her hair with his face. “It’s amazing.”

“I hope that’s a good thing?” she asked.

“Yes, it’s a good thing.” She didn’t know how to respond to that, so she didn’t. Instead, she leaned down and buried her face against his neck. She could feel the start of a beard scratchy against her face. She kissed him lightly, and he groaned.

“You are driving me to distraction,” he declared. “I want you to beg, but if you keep kissing me like that, it’s going to make it hard to resist you—” But his words got cut off by a hammering on the door.

Does he get up and answer the hammering on the door or does he ignore it?

Answers the hammering OR Ignores the hammering

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F is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

Welcome to the F Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow.

Your choice for F was the FemDom Room!

She wasn’t sure she could handle the FemDom room, but her curiosity was too piqued to say no. “FemDom room,” she said with a blush. Even though she had been dominant in her past, she just couldn’t control the way her face flushed.

“Follow me,” he said and led her away by the hand. Then wound through the hallways until they reached a door labeled “FemDom.” He pushed the door open to reveal a room that was almost red. She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t this at all.

She hadn’t expected the color pattern to continue to a room that wasn’t themed based on a color. “Why is everything red?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he said, and she could hear the note of honesty in his voice. “I don’t often do the design work. The items here fit the theme anyway.”

There was a bed similar to the one upstairs, but the covers on this one were red. Aralyn walked across the plush red carpet to examine the dressers. There were two in this room. She opened the drawers and found that one of the dressers contained similar items to the other room. But the second dresser was far more hardcore. There was an entire drawer of dildos and strap-ons. There was also a whole drawer of butt plugs. Some of them had tails on them. Some had jewels. It brought back a flood of memories of her time before she left Iowa. But she shook the feeling off and said, “It’s well thought out.”

“Yes, I thought so,” he said. “Though, I didn’t do the thinking on this one.”

“Oh?” she asked. “Who did?”

“My business partner. He does most of the design work. I do more of the publicity, such that it is.”

Publicity, hm. It wasn’t like one could go and advertise on public television for a place like this. Not easily, anyway. “How do you advertise for a dungeon?” Aralyn asked.

“Very carefully,” he said evasively.

“Like how you got me here?” she asked.

“No, that was a special circumstance. I wanted you to see this place. I wanted you to see who I am.”

A thought occurred to her. Had Sevy done something like this with all of his girlfriends, not that she was his girlfriend, she thought hastily. If he did, how did it make her feel? She couldn’t decide. She wasn’t sure if she was actually jealous of the girls that may have come before her or if it didn’t matter to her. Of course, he had been with other girls. It was illogical to think otherwise. And of course, he had brought other girls to The Dungeon. How could he not have, she wondered. She pushed the thought out of her mind.

“Do you have experience being a submissive?” she asked, hesitantly.

“Not a lot,” he admitted, but he didn’t offer her any more information. “Well anyway,” he said, “we could go if you want to. Or we could stay…” His voice trailed off again. He was being so good about giving her choices. It made her feel more comfortable.

“Well if we went, where would we go?” she asked.

“Wherever you want,” he said. That seemed to be a common response of his. Aralyn was kind of surprised he was dominant, though she wasn’t sure if he just had a dominant personality or if he was truly a Dom. There could be a vast difference. His admission of submissive experience was hardly evidence to either case.

“What if I want you to pick?” she asked.

“Well, we could go to a garden, take a walk.”

She dropped her voice almost to a whisper and moved closer to him. “And what would we do if we stayed?”

“Well there’s a garden room in The Dungeon,” he said, with a wink.

“Is there?”

“Yeah, I mean, why not. Okay, so we call it a dungeon, but we’re here to meet the needs of anyone who wants to partake. Mostly we get people who are into dark fetishes and don’t have a place they go can where they can make their partner scream and beg for mercy without being arrested, but sometimes it’s just people looking for a place to get away and relax. It’s also a great place to reserve for aftercare if you need a place away from where you have your scene.” Aralyn briefly noted that he didn’t explain a lot of what he was saying, as though she would know exactly what he was talking about, but of course, she did know, so it didn’t matter. She wondered if he had picked up on the fact that she didn’t ask any questions about it.

“Anyway, would you rather go to a real garden, away from here or would you rather go to the garden room and…” he let her imagination take the rest of her words.

Garden room in the Dungeon OR Walk in the Garden

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E is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

Welcome to the E Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow.

Your choice for E was the Emerald Room!

“Emerald or Electric,” she mused aloud. “Well, those sound like two entirely different things.”

“Well they are,” he admitted. “Which would you like to see?”

“Let’s go with Emerald, I suppose,” she said. He pulled her hand out of her sweatshirt pocket and took her to the left. “What’s in the Emerald Room?” she asked.

“Emeralds,” he said unhelpfully.

She rolled her eyes at him, but she realized that their banter was normal to her now and it helped her to feel more relaxed. She wondered if he knew that would be the case or if it was an accident that he had teased her. “No, seriously,” she said.

“Seriously, there are emeralds. Fake ones, but emeralds.” When they entered the Emerald Room, sure enough, there were emeralds all over the place. There was a chandelier made of green stones. The walls were the same color as the stones. A large bed sat in the middle of the room, covered in emerald colored sheets. The floor was hardwood and the natural brown. But she saw that there was an area rug that was the same color green. She wondered how hard it had been for them to find all the matching colors for this room. “Why green?” she asked.

“Why not?” he replied. “There are other color rooms as well, but I knew this one wasn’t in use currently.

“Do the other color rooms have different things inside?”

“Not generally, no,” he said. “There are a few special colored rooms that contain special things, like the Ruby room,” he let his voice trail off, “but most of them are standardized.

Aralyn noticed there was a dresser standing on one side of the room. It was the same brown as the floor. “May I?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said. “You may explore any part of the room you wish.”

She opened the top drawer and saw things she would expect in a place such as this. Lubricant, soft disposable cloths, and condoms of many varieties, but all green. The next drawer was a standard set of sex toys one could buy at a novelty shop. A fuzzy blindfold and fuzzy cuffs, a long emerald feather, a flogger made of cheap fake leather. The next drawer was more serious. There were ball gags, ring gags, and handcuffs–cuffs that would be more biting than the fuzzy kind. The last drawer was implements of pain. A flogger made of real leather. A paddle, made of wood. A riding crop of leather. A wartenburg wheel. She closed the last drawer and turned to look at Sevy.

“What do you think?” he asked, his voice sounding slightly nervous.

She paused long enough that he started to fidget. “Interesting stuff,” she conceded to fill the quiet.

“Do you have any questions?” he asked.

She didn’t have questions about the items in the drawers, but there was one thing on her mind, and she attempted to voice it. “Are you… Do you… What do…” She stopped and started over. “Are you dominant or submissive?” she asked.

He raised an eyebrow at her, apparently surprised at the question. “I’m a Dom,” he said, offering no other explanation. Then he asked her. “You?”

She hesitated. In her past life, she would have had a ready-made answer. But now, now she didn’t know how to answer. “I uh, I’m not sure,” she finally said.

“That’s okay,” he said smiling. Aralyn was confident that he thought she lacked experience, which worked fine for her.

She smiled back at him, and he reached for her hand. “Would you like to see another room?”

“Sure,” she said, taking his hand. He led her out of the Emerald room and down a dark hallway.

“I’ll let you pick another room,” he said.

“Okay,” she agreed. “What are my options this time?”

“You can pick the Fire Room or the FemDom Room.”

She paused to think for a minute. The FemDom room could be interesting, but so could fire…

Fire Room OR FemDom Room

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D is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

Welcome to the D Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow.

Your choice for D was to bring Sevy along to the Dungeon.

Aralyn knew that she couldn’t go to The Dungeon alone. It just wouldn’t be a good situation, of that she was sure. The question now was how could she ask Sevy to go with her? She had no idea what he would think of the club. And secondly, how did she get an invitation anyway? Whoever invited her knew her name and knew to leave the phone where she was working. Was it someone from her past? It almost had to be. But who? How? She was too curious to just ignore it, though. Was it a co-worker playing a joke on her?

Now that was a thought. She had overheard Marcus, one of the waiters, complaining about her to someone she didn’t know. He was being snippy about how much time Sevy was spending training her. It almost sounded like he was jealous. So maybe this was a big prank. If it were, Sevy would probably know since he’d worked at the diner for years. She would bring it up in person so she could gauge his reaction better.

Aralyn impatiently waited to hear from Sevy. It was only half an hour, but it seemed like a lot later. When he did get back to her, she was super nervous about what she was going to do or say.

Sevy: I’m getting off of work soon. Still up for whatever I want?
Aralyn: Sure. What did you have in mind?
Sevy: It’s a surprise.
Aralyn: A surprise? For me? Already.
Sevy: Yep.

Aralyn wasn’t sure what to say. Sevy’s trying to surprise her had taken her aback. Or maybe it wasn’t a thing. Maybe it was something that took little to no planning at all. She had no idea. Though, she supposed that was the point of a surprise.

Aralyn: Okay, whatever you want.

She didn’t receive a reply from Sevy for a while, and she jumped when her phone chirped.

Sevy: I’m done with work. 😀
Aralyn: Oh good!
Sevy: I’ll pick you up. Where are you?

She gave him her address, and he told her he would be there in twenty minutes. When he pulled up outside her apartment building, she was waiting for him. Even though the afternoon air was chilly, she was too excited to wait inside. She walked right up to the familiar car as it approached. She didn’t give him a chance to stop before she opened the door.

“Hang on,” he said before she got in and she was jarred mid-motion. “Can we go inside?”

“Sure,” she said. Was this her surprise? “You can park over there,” she directed.

When he came over to her, he took her hand, and she led him into the apartment building. They went to her apartment, and she looked around, trying to gauge if he would be judging her for the way her apartment looked. She wasn’t a neat freak, but she liked to keep things clean enough. She hadn’t been expecting company, so she hadn’t cleaned up before she left. There was somewhat of a mess.

“So, what’s up?” she asked.

“I wanted to talk before we went out.”

“About what?”

“Actually, I wanted you to answer that.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, curious.

“I feel like you may have had something you wanted to ask me.” He paused and let his statement sink in. “Am I right?”

Her eyes went wide. Sevy couldn’t possibly be talking about the phone she found, could he? She didn’t know, but she had intended to discuss it with him in any case. “Maybe,” she said, letting her voice trail off.

“Go ahead. You can tell me anything.”

“Anything, huh?”

“Yeah, you can’t shock me.”

She giggled. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah,” he said, “I’m sure.”

“So, the other night at the diner, I found a phone.”

“Oh yeah?” His words implied that what she said was news to him, but his tone and the twinkle in his eye said otherwise.

“Yeah, it was under a table.”

“Uh huh,” he said, with the same tone.

“Do you already know all of this or something?” she asked, annoyed. Sevy couldn’t suppress his grin. “How did you know?” A terrifying new thought occurred to her. What if the phone was a plant for new employees? Some sort of hazing ritual.

“I saw you pick it up through the window.”

“But that doesn’t explain…” she wasn’t sure how to finish that statement.

“It doesn’t explain how I know you were about to tell me that you had a special invitation to a secret club.”

Aralyn’s eyes went wide. “How could you…”

“It was my phone.”

“But the person knew my name.”

“When I realized that you had picked up the phone, I noticed you didn’t hand it into the lost and found when it rang. I know what you would have heard on the other end, so obviously the idea of a sex club wasn’t abhorrent to you. It isn’t my primary cell phone anyway, so I gave my friends at The Dungeon a heads up that you had my phone.” Aralyn’s head was reeling. She just kept blinking at him. He continued. “Look, I didn’t plan for you to find it that way. I hadn’t meant to lose my phone, clearly. But it turned into a great opportunity. It’s hard for me to explain to someone I like that I am a part owner of The Dungeon. You finding my phone just seemed like the perfect chance to tell you something about me. And, unless I am much mistaken, you were going to ask if I would go to the club with you, weren’t you?”

It felt like she had swallowed her voice, but she nodded.

Sevy grinned. “I’m so glad to hear it. Do you want to go?” She nodded again. “Tonight?”

It felt like butterflies were fighting in her stomach. “Tonight?”

“Why not?” he asked.

She had no reason to say tonight was bad, except that she was nervous. Though she recognized that it wouldn’t matter if they went tonight, tomorrow, or next week, she would be just as nervous. In fact, the more time she had to think about it, the more nervous she would probably be. So maybe it was for the best to just go. “There’s no reason why not. Let’s do it.”

“Excellent.” He grinned. “Is that what you intend to wear?”

“Well, I wasn’t entirely sure I would be going so I hadn’t put a lot of thought into what I was wearing.”

“Can I help you pick something out?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, surprised. “What kind of outfit do you recommend?

“Something tight and revealing. See through is an awesome choice.”

She raised her eyebrows at him. “I don’t know that I have anything that fits that description. Want to help me find something?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said with a grin. “I think I could handle going through a pretty lady’s underwear drawer.” He winked.

“Underwear drawer! Who said you could take a peek at that?”

“Well, your underwear matters in this situation. If your skirt is short enough, I won’t be the only one who gets to see your underwear today.”

“You’re pushing your luck, Mister. Maybe you won’t get to see my underwear either.” Even as she said the words, a grin spread across her face. She couldn’t help it. When he grinned back, she laughed. “Okay, okay, so I don’t mind if you see my underwear,” she emphasized the word you, “but I don’t know that I want anyone else seeing it.”

“Well, that’s totally up to you, darling. I would never force you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.” A serious expression had spread across his face. “I want to see your underwear. I think it will look very sexy on you and probably even sexier on the floor,” he winked again, “but I also completely respect you and your choices. You don’t have to go to The Dungeon. You can go and not participate in anything. You can go in what you’re wearing now.”

As he stopped speaking, she realized how sincere he was being. How could this guy get any better? Honestly, he was fantastic. He was kind and thoughtful, sincerely giving her a choice rather than pressuring her. But he was skilled enough to do it in such a way that wasn’t manipulative but was still playful and fun. It was evident that he was taking it seriously, but it was also clear that he wasn’t taking it too seriously. She was beginning to feel befuddled. It was time to take that next leap forward. “I want to wear something sexy. It’s fun to get dressed up and go out and I think it is far and away beyond what I’ve ever done before.”

“I imagine you’re right,” he said. “So do I get to look in your underwear drawer?”

“Yes, fine,” she said with mock exasperation. She led Sevy into her bedroom and opened the drawer of underwear. He looked through it carefully. She had a particular preference for bikini cut panties. Most of them were plain cotton and solid colored, but a few had patterns.

“Is this it?” he asked.

She blushed, “No,” she admitted. She pulled open another drawer and looked away. She couldn’t stand there and watch Sevy paw through that drawer.

“Jackpot,” she heard him whisper. “This is precisely what I was hoping for.” She felt her stomach sink.

“You want me to wear something from that drawer out in public?”

“Yes,” he said.

“With something on top of it, I hope.”

“Maybe,” he said, mysteriously. Aralyn had to remind herself he said he wouldn’t force her to do anything against her will.

“Like what?” she asked. Sevy pulled out a black top that was all lace and mostly see-through.

“Can I see this on you?” he asked gently.

“It’s completely see-through!” she protested.

“Actually,” he began, holding it up to the light, “it may only be see-through when the light is behind it. I’ve seen this kind of material before. Up against your skin, it may not show anything. Can we please find out?” He was nearly pouting at her, and she took the garment from him and waltzed off to the bathroom. She certainly wasn’t going to try it on in front of him!

In the bathroom, she made the split second decision not to lock the bathroom door. In fact, she didn’t even close the door all the way. She slipped her shirt and bra off and pulled the lace garment over her head. The part that covered her nipples looked like it should have been see-through, but it wasn’t. Her nipples were apparent only because they were hard. Otherwise, she couldn’t even see the color of her nipples beneath the fabric. The part that covered her belly, however, was pure lace and completely see-through. She was glad that her stomach didn’t have any blemishes because they would be totally visible through the material. The top was held on by thin straps which she adjusted to fit her comfortably. She took a deep breath. Could she go out in public wearing this? Would she chicken out? Would she keep her sweatshirt on over it the whole time she was out? That was a distinct possibility, and really, what was the harm in that anyway? If she went out and she decided that she wasn’t comfortable enough to take off her sweatshirt, she would just keep it on, no matter how warm the club got. She walked out of the bathroom with her head held high.

“What do you think?” she asked, not quite able to meet his eye as he appraised her.

“That’s perfect,” he whispered. “You look stunning.”

She blushed a deeper shade of red and smiled. “Thank you,” she said and turned away. “What should I wear with it?”

“A skirt,” he said. “What do you have?”

She opened the closet door to reveal some dresses, skirts, and dress shirts. Sevy pushed through the hangers until he found a loose black miniskirt that would only hit her mid-thigh.

“This one,” he said, holding it out to her. “With these,” he said, holding out a thong he had found while she was in the bathroom. The thong was neon pink and would be totally visible beneath the skirt if she moved the wrong way. When she expressed this concern to him, he pointed out that that was the whole point of wearing it.

She sighed with exasperation, but she put on the outfit as he had suggested. She found heels she could wear that wouldn’t be terrible for her feet, and she admired her reflection in the mirror. She had done her makeup before he had arrived but she touched it up with some darker, bolder colors and shades. He nodded approvingly as she walked toward him from the bathroom.

“You look perfect for your Dungeon Debut,” he said.

“Thank you,” she said. “What are you going to wear?”

“About that…” he said.

“Yes?” she asked.

“I didn’t think you would agree, so I didn’t bring any clothes with me. Can we swing by my house to pick up something more suitable?”

“Sure,” she said. She pulled her sweatshirt over her revealing shirt and grabbed her smallest purse. She just wanted to carry her necessities tonight.

He took her hand and led her out to his car. An hour later, they had arrived at his house, he had changed, and they were ready to go. It seemed early in the day to go to a dungeon, yet they were on their way anyway.

When they arrived at The Dungeon, Aralyn could feel the nerves sapping her of her energy. But she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Are you ready?” Sevy asked, clearly indicating that he knew she was nervous.

“Yes,” she said, though she honestly wasn’t sure if that was truthful or not.

“Let’s go,” he said and got out of the car. She got out on her side and shut the door. Apparently, she didn’t shut it hard enough though because it was still open a crack. She sighed and tried to open it again, but Sevy had already locked the door. He was moving around the car unaware of her plight, but when he saw, he clicked the button to unlock the doors again. She wrenched the door open and slammed it. All she could think was that it was an excellent way to start an already stressful event. She knew it wasn’t that big of a deal. Not fully shutting the car door was, whatever, it was no big deal. But for some reason, it stung that she felt embarrassed in front of Sevy, particularly on the cusp of such an event. He smoothed a hand down the back of her neck. “Hey,” he said, and she turned to look at him. “Are you all right?” His tone conveyed concern.

“I’m fine,” she said, but she snapped it at him. He turned her around to face him and drew her into his arms.

“We don’t have to go in, you know,” he said. “We could just get back in the car and leave. We could spend the evening at your place, or I could take you home with me, or I could drop you off somewhere. Please don’t feel any pressure.”

“No, I’m fine,” she said, her voice more defeated now. “I’m just, I don’t know, nervous I guess.”

“Of course you are,” he said. “That’s natural. Going to The Dungeon is not something you’ve done before and I’m sure it’s making you nervous.”

She thought it was interesting that he assumed she hadn’t gone to a public dungeon before. Or, semi-public anyway. But she didn’t voice that particular thought. “No, I want to go in,” she insisted.

“Okay, let’s do it then,” he said, and he released her neck and took her hand in his. They walked side by side, his steps confident and sure, hers more hesitant. When they reached the doors of the building, the outer door swung open immediately to admit them.

“Do they always do that?” she asked, indicating the doors.

“For an owner they do,” he said with a wink. Special treatment already, she thought, but she didn’t respond verbally.

It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Then she was able to see that a reception area greeted them. It almost looked like a doctor’s office, except no televisions were displaying specially created shows to tell you about all the things that could go wrong so you should talk to your doctor if you notice these symptoms.

But the carpet and walls were neutral, there were chairs and small tables, and even some magazines laid out. But then Aralyn did a double take, and she realized that the magazines weren’t things like People and Good Housekeeping. They were more like Playboy and Hustler and other magazines that came in black plastic wrapping.

Sevy caught her looking at them and raised an eyebrow at her. “I’ve always wanted a subscription to Playboy,” she whispered.

“Really?” he asked. “For the articles?” She nodded and he laughed, but he didn’t ask further questions.

There was a door directly in front of them that stayed shut as they approached. But to the left was a receptionist’s desk behind glass. Unlike a doctor’s office, however, the glass was tinted so they couldn’t see inside. The glass slid sideways, and a girl peered out at them.

“Ah! Sally! Nice to see you,” Sevy said, and Aralyn felt a stab of almost jealousy.

“Good to see you, too,” she replied, and he smiled at her.

“This is Aralyn. It’s her first time.” He stage whispered his second sentence and Aralyn blushed.

“I can tell,” Sally replied with a wink and Aralyn felt annoyed at that. It wasn’t her first time doing something like this, it just happened to be her first time there, but none of them knew that. “Well let’s get you signed in then,” she said, and she handed Aralyn a tablet. High tech, Aralyn thought.

She filled out a questionnaire that was happily not too prying and signed release forms about other people’s privacy, not allowing photography or video by any means, and other policies of the club. She barely read any of it because it was all familiar. She briefly thought about the fact that maybe she should pretend to be more interested in the details for Sevy’s sake but she decided that would be more effort than it was worth. She signed electronically and handed the tablet back to Sally.

“Thanks,” Sally said brightly and looked at the confirmation screen of the tablet. “You’re all set to go in now. If you come again,” she emphasized the word if, “you will have to sign in on the tablet, but of course there will be a lot less to fill out.” She smiled a simpering smile at Aralyn, and the door clicked audibly, unlocking.

Sevy pulled it open. “Thanks, Sally, I’ll take it from here.”

Aralyn swallowed hard, feeling a little satisfied that Sevy had shut Sally off from her so completely. “What would be different if I had come alone?” she asked.

“Well, you would have needed your password. And you would have been given a tour,” he said, “but I thought I could do that myself.”

“I would rather have a tour from you, Sevy,” she told him. She briefly wondered if that sounded like she was sucking up to him, but she let the thought go. She couldn’t take back her words anyway.

“So, would you rather start the tour with the Emerald room or the Electric room?” he asked.

Emerald room OR Electric room

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C is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

Welcome to the C Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow.

Your choice for C was Answer the Call: (Sorry it got a little long! The rest are shorter!)

Aralyn picked up the phone and pressed the green button to answer the call. She could barely make out what was happening on the other end of the phone. Was that someone moaning? Was it a good moan or a bad moan? A chill ran through her. Was someone being hurt? She pressed the phone harder against her ear, trying to hear clearly. It wasn’t a whole lot better.

“Hello?” she said, hesitantly.

No one said anything. The moaning continued.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” she raised her voice a little, looking around the empty restaurant to see if anyone would hear her talking on the phone. She was feeling anxious now because Sevy was waiting for her.

Still, there was no change in the sound. Then suddenly, she heard a woman’s voice loud and clear, “Oh yeah, baby, fuck me!”

Aralyn’s eyes went wide. What the hell? Had someone accidentally dialed this phone? But who randomly dialed during sex? Maybe they rolled over a phone in a clothes pocket or something? Aralyn simply couldn’t figure out how it could be an accidental dial, but it certainly wasn’t helping someone get their phone back. She immediately regretted answering the call. She had only answered because she thought it might be the mobile phone’s owner trying to find his phone.

Now Aralyn really didn’t know what to do. She felt like she should just end the call. That seemed the easiest thing to do. But now that she had answered, she felt like she couldn’t. She felt like an intruder, but it was like watching a train wreck. She just couldn’t turn away from it. The voice was alluring.

The moaning continued. The woman’s voice kept ringing out loud and clear through the phone. She was saying all sorts of encouraging things to someone on the other end. After two minutes of standing there, not sure what to do, Aralyn’s brain snapped into focus. She knew that Sevy was waiting for her outside. He was much more important than some random phone call. She hung up. But what to do with the phone? There was no one to give it to at the hostess stand. Most of the waitresses seemed to have left, and the only manager she knew had left.

She pocketed the phone and resolved to try to find the owner another way.

She got outside to find Sevy leaning against his car in the chilly air. “Hey, what took you so long?” Sevy asked.

“Nothing,” Aralyn said. “I just got held up.”


“So,” she echoed.

“Do you want to go do something?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Like what?” She surreptitiously looked at her watch to see what time it was. It was almost midnight. “What is there to do in this town close to midnight on a weeknight?”

“Not a lot,” he admitted grudgingly.

“I’d say a diner, but I imagine that seems silly given where we work.”

“Yeah, not a diner,” he smiled. “Better not give the competition any business.”

Aralyn wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not, so she waited for him to say something else.

“I’m joking,” he said with a nudge.

“What about Walmart?”


“Yeah, we can do something stupid like set all the alarm clocks to go off in the middle of the night, or we could buy something dumb and cheap.”

“Really?” Aralyn raised one eyebrow at him. That sounded immature.

“Nah, I’m kidding again. ” Sevy said, smiling. “All right, I have a good idea. Do you trust me?”

No, she thought, but she kept that to herself. “Sure, I think so.”

“Come on,” he said, and he extended his hand to her. She took it, and he guided her to his passenger side door. He opened the door for her, and she slid in. He shut the door behind her and got behind the wheel. Aralyn was scared to ask where they were going but she had excited butterflies in her stomach, too. She was so happy to be with Sevy who happened to be attractive.

He drove with the radio on, and neither of them said anything. It was an odd change since they talked so much when they were working together. After fifteen minutes, he pulled into a deserted parking lot and parked all the way at the back where there were no streetlights.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“It’s a park.”

“Are we supposed to be here?”

“Not really,” he said. “Technically the park closes at sundown which was hours ago, but usually the cops don’t patrol it on weeknights as long as there isn’t a ruckus down here.”

“Oh, okay.”

He turned on the flashlight on his phone and held it up so they could see where they were walking. He took her hand to guide her over rough patches of ground. They walked down and around, winding on the path between large trees. Then she saw a pavilion up ahead. There was a creek bubbling nearby.

“This is one of my favorite places in the world,” he whispered.

“It’s beautiful,” Aralyn whispered back. As they walked along the path, the sound of the water grew. “What is that?” she asked, raising her voice so he could hear her.

“It’s a waterfall. It’s so cool.”

“Wow,” she said, “That’s amazing.” It wasn’t a true waterfall, but a set of manmade steps beneath the water masqueraded as one.

“In the summer, as a kid, we would slide down the steps in the water.”

“Didn’t that hurt?” Aralyn asked, surprised.

“Yeah, sometimes. But all in the name of good fun,” he said.

Next to the waterfall were some stairs. At the top of the stairs was a little pavilion. In the middle of the pavilion was a table, the same octagonal shape as the structure around it. Sevy climbed up on the table and sat on it, with his feet on the bench. Aralyn climbed up next to him, with his help. They sat close together, thigh to thigh.

After a few minutes, she was shivering now that she was sitting on a stone table without moving. Sevy noticed. “Are you cold?” he asked.

She wanted to say no because she didn’t want him to suggest they leave, but she couldn’t deny the chattering in her teeth. She downplayed the truth. “A little.”

He slipped an arm around her and pulled her even closer to him, though she hadn’t thought that was possible. She snuggled into his shoulder under his arm and felt a warmth moving through her that had nothing to do with the closeness of their bodies. She looked up at him, and he looked down at her, and she knew that if she didn’t pull away now, he was going to kiss her. A part of her wanted to pull away. A part of her wanted to keep things simple. Why was it that she was about to kiss the first friend she had made in this town? She didn’t want to complicate the only friendship she had. She had gotten herself in enough trouble letting her heart run away with her. Or maybe not her heart. Maybe a lower body part that took over her brain.

But in the end, she couldn’t stop looking up at him. She didn’t want to stop him from kissing her. She wanted to feel his lips on hers. And so she kept her face turned up toward him, and she parted her lips slightly.

His face came down, and their lips touched lightly. Aralyn moved the last fraction of an inch to press their lips together. His lips were soft and firm. She opened her mouth to him, and he slipped his tongue between her lips. He tasted like coffee and sugar. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or if it was real, but it was the taste she detected from him.

The kiss was magnificent. Aralyn was finding herself lost in it when suddenly, a phone started ringing. She didn’t recognize the ring-tone, but Sevy wasn’t reacting to it at all. Was there someone else there? They broke their kiss, and she looked around, trying to identify the source of the ringing phone. And then she realized. It was the mysterious phone she found in the diner.

“Hey,” Sevy said, “your phone is ringing.”

She almost said, “It’s not mine,” but the words got stuck on her tongue before she could get them out. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t want to tell Sevy that the phone wasn’t hers but she just didn’t want him to know.

“Are you going to answer?” he asked.

“Not right now,” she said, and she fumbled a little while trying to silence the phone. But unfortunately, even though she hadn’t answered the phone, the moment between them was lost. Sevy had pulled his arm from around her shoulders and was climbing down off the table.

“Shall we go?” he asked. It didn’t sound like he was upset or angry at all with Aralyn, but she felt immense disappointment. She knew that she couldn’t force things, and she shouldn’t be surprised that he wanted to leave so soon after their moment was stolen, but her heart sank all the same.

What the hell was she doing with him anyway? He was her coworker. What if it didn’t work out? It would be terrible for her. The first friend she made.

Her level of anxiety was rising at a rapid rate, and then the phone rang again. That damn phone! What had made her think it was a good idea to pick up the phone in the first place? And why had she taken it with her? She could have just left it there under the table, or set it at the hostess stand and let someone else find it. But now it was burning a hole in her pocket as she silenced it again. She waited by the passenger side door for him to unlock the door. Before he had opened the door for her like a true gentleman and after what had happened, she figured he would leave her to fend for herself, but he came over and opened the door for her anyway.

She smiled at him, and he returned her smile. He went around and got in on his side of the car. He fired up the engine and drove off. He went back to the diner’s parking lot where her car was the only one left in the lot. “Will you be okay getting home?” he asked.

“Yes, I think so,” she said.

“Cool,” he said and left it at that. He didn’t turn off the car or get out. He was patiently waiting for her to get out of the car. She got out and was about to shut the car door when she plucked up her courage and leaned down back into the car.

“Are you working tomorrow?” she asked.

“No,” he said. The silence stretched between them, and Aralyn was about to turn away when he added, “Are you?”

“Yeah,” she said.

“What time?” he asked.

“Noon to four.”

“Maybe we can hang out after?” he asked. Aralyn felt her cheeks go red in the darkness.

“Sure,” she replied.

“I’ll meet you here,” he said.

“Okay,” she said. That made her feel better. She wouldn’t have to adventure out on her own in this unknown city.

When she was safely in her apartment, she looked at the mystery phone. There wasn’t a voicemail, but there was a text. “Tomorrow, I will send you information on The Dugneon.” Aralyn had no idea what that meant.

In the morning, she was super nervous about seeing Sevy after work. She spent her entire four-hour shift trying to stop the butterflies in her stomach from flying out of her mouth. Of course, she knew that was a ridiculous thought. Aralyn wasn’t sure she took in anything that the other waitress was telling her, but Aralyn didn’t screw up too badly, so she was happy with that. As four o’clock drew near, she kept looking at the door, waiting to see if Sevy would walk through it. Would he come into the diner? Would it be too obvious that they were in a relationship, or whatever the hell it was? Would anyone think twice about them hanging out? Would they even care if they knew?

But Sevy didn’t come through the door while she was working. He didn’t come through the door while she was getting her stuff together, either. She was afraid he wouldn’t be waiting for her in the parking lot, but as it turned out, he was sitting in his car. Aralyn saw his silver car at the back of the lot among the few other cars. She walked toward it, trying to stifle a huge grin.

“Hey,” she said as she approached the car. He rolled his window down as he watched her approach. She couldn’t tell what the look on his face was.

“Hey,” he replied.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“Not much. How was work?”

“It was good. Not too busy.”

“That’s good. Well, mostly. It goes faster when it’s busy.”

“Yeah, but it’s better for me not to be too overwhelmed since I’m still so new.”

“That’s true,” he agreed.

It was cold standing out in the parking lot. Even in the bright sunshine, the air was chilly. Aralyn stuck her hands in her pockets.

“Want to get in?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, and she walked around and climbed in on the passenger side. He didn’t get out to open her door, but that would have been a massive effort.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“No,” she replied. What else could they do?

“Want to catch a movie?”

“Sure,” she said.

He put the car in gear, and they drove over to the movie theater which wasn’t more than five minutes away. They sat in the parking lot and discussed which movie they were going to see. He bought their movie tickets and offered her popcorn, which she declined.

“Woah,” she said as they went into the theater. Instead of the standard movie theater seats, there were recliners in the whole theater. Each seat had a number, and she looked at the ticket the ticket taker had handed her. It had a seat number on it like a concert venue. “This is… amazing,” she said, not able to come up with any other word.

“What?” he said, utterly sounding confused at first, “Oh, the theater? Yeah, it’s been like this for a while now. It’s great, isn’t it?” He explained to her how they hadn’t finished putting in the bar, but there would eventually be full bar and food service, delivered directly to your chair.

“I feel like that would distract from the movie.”

“So do I,” he said. “Maybe they’ll only make it available if you come early and watch their commercials.”

“Ha, that would be something,” Aralyn said. Personally, Aralyn liked the previews for other movies. It was part of the whole movie experience, and she wouldn’t trade it for anything. She could do without twenty minutes of TV commercials they played before movie previews.

They found their seats and settled into them. Aralyn was surprised when Sevy raised the armrest between their seats. Now they were really close together, their arms just touching.

Aralyn was nervous at the close contact. She wasn’t sure if Sevy was going to hold her hand or if he was going to ignore her during the movie. She wasn’t sure which option made her more nervous either. The commercials ended, and the previews came on. Sevy leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I bet there will be ten previews.”

She smiled and tried not to laugh out loud; he was so cute. She whispered back, “Okay, I’ll take that bet. But I’ll bet there will be eight.”

“You’re on,” he whispered.

“What are we wagering?” she whispered back.

He looked at her appraisingly for a minute. It seemed as though he was trying to figure out if she was serious or not. She was looking back with an entirely serious expression, though, and he said, “Suggestions?”

She just shook her head and shrugged. She wanted to suggest a kiss, but she wasn’t bold enough for that, especially as she still didn’t know what was going on. After the failed kiss last night, was this a date?

So she just kept smiling and looking at him and waiting for him to come up with something.

Finally, he made a suggestion, and it wasn’t at all what Aralyn had been hoping for. “Loser buys dinner.” On the plus side, it meant that he wanted to keep hanging out with her after they saw the movie. She took that as a positive sign and agreed to the bet.

They counted the previews, and as it turned out, there were nine of them. They grinned at each other but didn’t talk as the movie started up.

When the movie ended, and the lights came up, Aralyn waited to see if he would be one of those people who stayed until the bitter end. He was, and it paid off because there was a hidden scene at the end of the movie they got to see. They were one of the few who had stayed that long. When the final scene ended, Sevy put down the feet on his recliner and began to get up. Aralyn did the same.

“So,” he began.

“So,” she repeated.

“Nine previews.”


“What does that mean for our bet?”

“I don’t know,” she said, truthfully. They hadn’t done an over/under deal. They had just each picked a number.

“I’ve never actually bet on something like that before,” he admitted.

“Me neither,” she smiled shyly, and he smiled back. Their eyes locked and he took a step closer. It seemed like he might be leaning in to kiss her. But then, the spell was broken. The employees had come along and were cleaning up the theater for the next showing.

“Come on,” he said extending his hand to her. She took it, and they left. “Where do you want to go for dinner?” he asked.

“That depends,” she replied. “Who is paying?”

He laughed a hearty laugh that she loved so much. “Good question.” He was silent for a moment, thinking. “We could call it a draw.”

“We could,” she agreed. It was a logical thing.

“So then we’d each pay our own way,” he mused.

“Yeah,” she said.

He shrugged. “That would be okay, I guess,” but it didn’t sound like it was okay.

She raised an eyebrow at him and plucked up the courage to point that out. “You guess?”

He shrugged again. “I just don’t like the idea of you having to pay. You just moved here. You just got a job. I know how much you make.” He winked.

“We have the same job!” she protested.

“True, but I’ve been working there longer so my base pay is more.”

“How do you know that? Maybe I got Devon to start me at a higher rate.” She said defiantly.

“Because I keep tabs on things.”

His statement felt deceptive. She wondered what that was supposed to mean, but she was running out of gusto to push the point. “Okay, we’ll see.” She hoped he would let it go.

“Fine,” he said. They were pushing through the darkly tinted doors into the evening sunlight. “That’s beautiful,” he murmured indicating the setting sun.

“Yes, it is,” she agreed.

“Do you want to go watch it somewhere quick?” he asked.

“Sure,” she agreed. Sevy appeared to be quite the romantic. Walks in the park. Sunsets. What was next?

He seemed to know everything about the area, too, because he knew right where to go to get a good view of the sunset. They only drove for a couple of minutes, which was a good thing because otherwise, they would have missed it. He parked at the top of a hill and they watched the sunset. While they sat, his hand slid across the center console in the car and rested on the top of her thigh. He wasn’t overly touchy. He wasn’t making advances to make her uncomfortable; he just rested his hand there comfortably. She had waited to see if he was going to move his hand with mixed feelings. When he didn’t, she laid her hand on top of his, and their fingers curled together, the back of his hand in the palm of her own, her fingers falling between his.

When the sun had set, he turned to look at her, and it felt like all the air was sucked from the car. Aralyn didn’t know why the look was so intense. Maybe it was the small space. Maybe it was the atmosphere. But all she knew was that suddenly she couldn’t breathe, and she wanted to sit in Sevy’s lap or kiss him or have sex with him. Something to release the tension that had suddenly sprung between them.

And this time, there were no distractions. Aralyn felt herself leaning toward Sevy, and he was mirroring her movement. They were only inches apart now, and she could hear her ragged breathing in the quiet car. Sevy had turned the radio off while they watched the sunset. There was no sound.

Their lips touched, and it was like an electric jolt between them. Her lips parted willingly as Sevy’s tongue probed Aralyn’s mouth again. The kiss deepened, and she found herself pressed as far across the center console as she could be, but it wasn’t particularly comfortable. The gear shift was between them, and it was pressing into her thigh.

Sevy pulled his hand from her grasp and wrapped his arms around her, which she was sure was no easy feat in the cramped space. She brought one hand up and cupped his face. She could feel the beginning of a beard, even though he must have shaved that morning.

The car was cramped with two people, but she didn’t care. She just loved the feel of his arms wrapped around her. His fingers curled in her hair and held her to him as best as he could. The hand that had been pressed against his face wrapped around to the back of his neck and kept him pressed against her. After what simultaneously seemed like no time at all and seemed like forever, Sevy broke their kiss. Both of them were panting.

“Wow,” Sevy whispered. Aralyn agreed with his sentiment, but she couldn’t catch her breath enough to reply. She felt spellbound by him. “Are you okay?” he asked with a chuckle. Aralyn grinned at him. “I’ll take it you liked that?”

“Yes,” she whispered, not because she was embarrassed but because she could barely get the word out.

Sevy pulled away from her but left one hand on her thigh. She wrapped her fingers around his and held on tight. She didn’t want to lose their connection, but the car was an uncomfortable place to make out. “We can’t stay here too long. People will think it’s weird if there’s a couple just sitting here after dark.” He winked at her, and she smiled. A couple? Had he said a couple? Aralyn didn’t know if he meant that they were a couple-couple or just that they were two people sitting in a car. She wanted to ask, but she also was terrified of the answer he would give.

The words she could get to come out of her mouth were, “So where to now?”

“Dinner,” he said with a smile. “You’re buying.”

“I am not!” she protested.

He didn’t respond. He just smiled and put the car in gear.

Two hours later, they had finished a lovely dinner at a local burger place and were back in the car. Sevy had paid for dinner, despite Aralyn’s protests that she could pay for her meal. But he hadn’t listened and had paid for the whole thing. She had even tried to pay the tip, but he had shot her down about that also. It was sweet, if a little sexist, in Aralyn’s opinion. She decided not to make a huge issue out of it. There was no reason to, she figured. He was just trying to be a gentleman.

But now the night was winding down. Part of her wanted to invite him back to her place or to see if he wanted her to go to his, but it was too soon. She barely knew him, but her disappointment was almost palpable.

He drove her back to the parking lot at the diner and pulled into the spot next to her car. The parking lot was nearly deserted. “Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked her before he let her get out of the car.

“Yes, please,” she said.

“Are you working?” he asked.

“No, are you?”

“Yes. Maybe I could have your number, and I could give you a call.” He winked, and she laughed. They had never exchanged phone numbers in all the time they had been talking. Though, when she thought about it, she realized it had only been a couple of days. They exchanged numbers, and she got out of his car and into hers. He didn’t kiss her goodnight, and she wasn’t sure why. Was it because they were in the parking lot of their workplace? Was it because he didn’t want to? Was he regretting their kiss? No, that didn’t make sense. She was just being insecure. And then thoughts of her previous life invaded her mind. She sat in her car with her eyes closed, willing herself not to cry sitting here. She missed… Iowa. Her emotions were all over the place. Aralyn wanted to be happy for the budding relationship she was forming with Sevy, but she was sad for the life she had left behind. What was she to do now?

Then she felt it. Buzzing. It was the phone she had found at the diner the night before. She had shoved it in the glove compartment of her car, and right now it was buzzing. She pulled it out and looked at the display, gripped with indecision. It was the same number as the last time it rang. As she held the phone, it stopped buzzing and went dark. She had missed the call.

The next day, Aralyn waited anxiously for the phone to ring. She was both waiting to hear from Sevy and the mystery person. She wasn’t even sure which one worried her more.

She heard from Sevy first. He sent a text.

Sevy: Hey

Aralyn: Hey 🙂

Sevy: I’m at work.

Aralyn: Bad boy, texting at work. 😉

Sevy: It’s sloooooow

Aralyn: I’m sure.

Sevy: I can’t wait to see you. 🙂

Aralyn: I feel the same.

As soon as she sent that text, she rolled her eyes at herself. She sounded like an idiot. But… he wanted to see her! That was a good sign! Sevy was quiet for a while. Then, finally,

Sevy: Sorry, customers.

Aralyn: It’s cool. I understand.

Sevy: 😛

Aralyn: 😛

Sevy: What do you want to do today?

Aralyn had no way of answering that question. There were so many things she wanted to do, most particularly, she wanted to see Sevy, but she also desperately wanted to hear from the mystery person about The Dungeon.

Aralyn: Whatever you want.

Sevy: That’s a dangerous proposition.

Aralyn knew that he was right, but she couldn’t help herself from the answer.

Aralyn: *shrug*

Sevy: LMAO

Sevy: I’ll be in touch. 😉

Oh boy. Aralyn didn’t know what that meant. When the phone rang an hour later, she jumped a mile. Then she realized it wasn’t her phone that was ringing. It was the mystery phone.

She answered and heard someone moaning softly as before. Then a voice came into the foreground. “Hello Aralyn. The Dungeon is an exclusive club. Not everyone gets an invitation. Your password is Elixir. You will receive a text with the address in one hour. We are open 24 hours a day.” Click. Elixir. Aralyn was breathing heavily.

Should she go alone? She could ask Sevy, but whatever it was they were doing was so new…

Does Aralyn go alone?

She accepts the invitation and invites Sevy to join her.

She accepts the invitation alone.

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B is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

Welcome to the B Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow.

Your choice for B was Bartender: (Sorry it got a little long!)

With no bartending experience, she thought the bartender position might be a long shot, but at least she had experience as a restaurant server. The place she was applying to was primarily a diner, but it included a bar. Her experience working in a cafe would be useful there. The manager thought so, too, and he called her in for an interview and offered her the job on the spot.

“I know that you’ve never been a bartender before so I’m not putting you on any particularly busy shifts. And before you start, you need to memorize all these drinks and specials.” He gave her a long list. “As long as you can do this, you’re hired.”

“No problem. When can I start?”

“When can you have all these things memorized?”

She looked into his close set eyes behind dark rimmed glasses and replied. “Two days?”

“That quick?”

“Yes,” she said. She had to bite her tongue not to say, “Yes, Sir.”

“You know I’ll be quizzing you on them before you start.”

“I assumed so,” she replied quickly. “I’ll be ready.”

“Great, well I look forward to you starting. We’re really short staffed.”

“Great!” It was the first good thing that had happened to her, besides the apartment. She was relieved that he hadn’t taken the time to call her references. Aralyn didn’t want anyone in Iowa to know where she had gone.

She left the diner feeling pleased with herself. It hadn’t even been a whole week, and she had an apartment and a job. Now she just had to buckle down and study for this quiz. It was imperative that she get the job. She was so looking forward to learning something new, too.

She spent the next two days studying, and in the end, she had the whole thing memorized frontward and backward. “I’m ready,” she told herself on the morning of her quiz. She showed up to the diner fifteen minutes early. The manager greeted her with a smile.

“Hi,” the manager said.

“Hello, Mr. Jacobson,” she replied.

“Please, call me Devon.”

“Okay, Devon,” she smiled shyly. She almost felt like she was flirting, but she knew that was wrong. It would not be good for her to flirt with her soon-to-be boss.

“Let’s get this started,” he said, and he motioned for her to follow him to a corner booth away from most of the restaurant patrons. He spent the next hour quizzing her on everything on the menu. She answered every question perfectly. “Now let’s see how you do behind the bar,” he said. He introduced her to Sevy, the bartender who was working at the time. “Sevy is going to train you today. Watch everything he does, and by lunch time, I want you to start picking up some of the work from him. The best way to learn is by doing.” She nodded and smiled. She wasn’t at all disappointed to have Sevy teaching her. He was quite cute. His brown hair was just long enough that she could imagine herself running her fingers through it. His eyes were frog green, which was an odd comparison to make, but it was the first thing that came to her mind. His shoulders were broad, and she felt like she could get lost in his arms and be safe from the world.

She actually shook her head at that thought. It was ridiculous. She was living in a fantasy with that. No random bartender was going to be able to keep her safe. Not after what happened. Not with what she was running away from.

But it was time to set that aside. Right now Aralyn needed to focus on learning her new job. She wanted to make sure she was doing the best she possibly could. She watched Sevy studiously as he walked her through some of the procedures that would be different from other restaurants where she had worked. But most of the things he told her were things she knew.

Some of the bar things were different, though. She wasn’t accustomed to having each seat have its own number, as opposed to table numbers. She liked the ability to put names into the computer rather than just numbers, though. It was definitely helpful regarding getting to know her customers. She watched Sevy interact with the customers and could tell that he would get great tips. He was working hard to ensure that everyone he served had everything they needed.

Some things were easy for her to remember. Putting out drink napkins and silverware right away. Offering both a drink menu and a regular menu. Other things were harder. Remembering what soups were on special. She resolved to write them in a little book. She noticed that Sevy didn’t write anything down. She supposed it wasn’t too hard to take an order and put it directly into the computer since it was right there. But still, she didn’t want to make any mistakes.

The first part of her shift was slow. There weren’t a lot of people and very few at the bar. The ones who sat at the bar at that early hour tended not to be drinkers. Moreso they were lonely people who wanted to talk to someone. Aralyn was nervous about having conversations with strangers. She resolved to study Sevy carefully. The conversations seemed to come easily to him. “How are you?” “Nice to see you again.” “What’s going on?” Some of the people he obviously knew better than that. Those he asked personal questions about the person’s family or significant other. Aralyn imagined these weren’t people he saw often, but he remembered a surprising amount about them.

She got up the courage to ask Sevy about the conversations he was having by the time the lunch hour was picking up. “How do you remember all that about these people?”

“Well, some of them come in here a lot. It’s not too hard to remember details about those people.”

“And the other ones?”

“Just let them talk,” he advised. “People usually just want to talk about themselves. They don’t actually care what you have to say. Hell, they don’t even really care if you’re listening. They are just here to talk. So let them talk. Nod, smile, if they come around again, try to remember something they said the previous time. There’s no need to remember every detail of what they told you. Just one specific thing. They’re always impressed when you can remember something specific, even if there’s only one thing. The older ones tend to tell me the same stories over and over again. I could practically tell some of the stories myself. But I let them talk. What’s the harm in it really? I’m here to see that they are happy. The happier they are, the bigger the tips are. It’s a win-win situation.”

Aralyn nodded. That made a lot of sense, but she knew she wasn’t going to be entirely comfortable talking to complete strangers. It was not in her personality, especially since she was now hiding a huge secret from all of these people. All she could think about as she looked at them was her secret. It was stupid, really. None of them would know her. None of them would know anything about her. Not where she was from, not what she had done, and not why she had run away. But somehow, having such a public job made her nervous. She had always thought it would be fun to tend bar, but now she wasn’t so sure.

In the end, she had no choice, though. She needed the job, and it had come to her with ease. She had to give it a chance. At least it would be a point of experience for her on her resume if she decided she wanted to stick with restaurant work. She would have to stay at least long enough to make it worth that.

But she wasn’t sure how long she could stay. She might have to move on sooner than she intended. Things were just very up in the air and that, more than anything else, made her uncomfortable. She wanted nothing more than to be her relaxed, normal self, but she was anything but that right now. She liked the surety of her life before. Life Before. That sounded like the title of her memoir. Maybe someday she would write it. Maybe someday it would be a hit. She doubted it, but maybe. But in order to write that, she would have to write about her secret, and she wasn’t sure she could ever do that. It affected too many people if she did. She would more than likely have to keep her mouth shut about it. And her pen, in that case.

She shook her head, realizing that Sevy had been talking to her and she hadn’t been paying any attention. Whoops. She tuned in.

“I’d like you to take the next customer who comes to the bar,” Sevy said. “I’ll be right here with you.”

Aralyn liked the sound of that, but she didn’t react to the statement other than to say, “Okay.” She gulped down her nerves. She could do it!

She waited nervously. A man came in and sat down at the other end of the bar from where the two of them were standing.

“You’re on,” Sevy told her with an encouraging smile.

“Hi!” she said brightly to the new customer. Too brightly, she felt.

“Hey,” the gentleman said. He was clearly a businessman on a lunch break. She was on top of his order, and made a note to the kitchen that he was in a hurry. She put his order in the computer and then made his unsweetened iced tea.

“Good job,” Sevy told her. “Most new bartenders go for the drink first. Normally, I would, but with this clearly being someone on a lunch break from work, getting the order in as soon as possible was a good choice.”

Aralyn smiled. “Thank you. I’m learning from the best.”

He grinned back at her. “Well, I don’t know about that…” he let his voice trail off and nudged her as a new customer came into the bar and sat down. “Want to take on another one?”

Her eyes went wide, but she decided it was worth trying. It wasn’t so different than her past experience as a waitress. “Okay,” she whispered, and she swallowed down her nerves again and off she went to greet the customer. Sevy hung a little further back this time than the last. This person didn’t seem to be on a lunch break, but Aralyn went with the idea that she wanted fast service and did the same thing as before.

“Are you new?” the girl asked when Aralyn brought her drink over a minute later.

“Yes, it’s my first day,” she told the girl.

“Oh, well that’s exciting. I hope it goes well,” the customer said.

“Thank you,” Aralyn replied. She saw that the order light was on from the kitchen, so she excused herself and brought out her first customer’s food. She gave him a minute to tuck into it and then came back to ask if everything was okay. He said that it was and she backed off.

The rest of the afternoon went much like the first two customers. She found that she was able to keep up with even two or three different people at a time. She was still struggling a bit with the computer system for checks, but she was learning quickly.

Sevy was patient with her and helped her out when she got stuck on things. He guided her through new things, helped her find specific food items in the computer system, and was generally kind to her throughout the shift. He even took over some of the customers when it was evident Aralyn was starting to feel overwhelmed.

At the end of the shift, he split all the bar tips with her. “I don’t deserve that,” she insisted.

“Of course you do. You did at least half the work.”

“No I didn’t,” she argued back.

He pressed the money into her hand and said, “Don’t argue, it’s not going to work.” He winked at her, and she smiled.

“Are you,” she started to ask him if he wanted to go get a bite to eat when they finished their shifts, but she chickened out halfway through the sentiment and turned away. He let the comment go.

She thanked him again for all of his help, and they parted ways. She wanted to ask if he would be there when she came in the next day, but she chickened out on that question, too.

On her next shift, she was pleasantly surprised to find that Sevy was working at the bar. The manager sent her to shadow someone else for a while in the main dining room, and she learned some new things even with her mind half on Sevy.

After two hours there, she was sent to the kitchen to help garnish the plates and ensure that orders were coming out correctly. She learned how to run food for other people, rather than taking the orders herself. The manager explained that he wanted her to be able to fill in for any position throughout the waitstaff. It made sense, but she had really been hoping that she could work more closely with Sevy for her second day.

She was working later in the day this time, and the restaurant was nearing close by the time she got to work with Sevy. She felt a wave of nervous energy pass over her when the manager stopped her in the kitchen and sent her to the bar to learn how to clean it up and close for the night.

“Hey,” she said to Sevy as she slid behind the bar.

His face brightened when he saw her, “Hey,” he said, “I thought I wasn’t going to even get to talk to you today. You’ve been busy.”

“Yeah,” she gave an exhausted smile. “I’ve learned a lot, but I have certainly been busy all day.”

“Well I’m glad you’re here now,” he said.

She really felt like he was flirting with her but she wasn’t sure how, or if, she could act on it. Instead, she decided to play dumb. “So, what do I need to do to clean up around here?” she asked.

He explained the cleanup procedures and showed her the end of the shift checklist. She helped him complete all the chores. He didn’t offer her any tips this time, but she felt like she hadn’t earned them at the bar today. So she was surprised when the manager found her and handed her a wad of cash.

“What’s this for?” she asked in surprise.

“It’s a part of the tips. You worked as a runner and a plater; that earns you something.”

“Oh!” She was pleasantly surprised. “Thanks.”

“Sure,” he said.

He walked away from the bar and Aralyn turned to Sevy. “He seems like a good boss.”

“He is,” Sevy said, his voice low. “I don’t want to sound like I’m kissing up to him or anything but I do really think he’s a good boss. He’s fair and consistent. That’s about all you can really hope for in a manager.”

“Definitely,” Aralyn agreed. Though, she had never had a manager who wasn’t both of those things. She could imagine that it would be difficult if she were in a position where those things were an issue.

“Well, I’m out,” Sevy said, picking up his jacket from the hook in the back room. “Are you leaving?”

“Yeah,” Aralyn said, and she got as far as the front door of the restaurant before realizing that she had to go back. “Sorry, I have to go back and get my purse.”

“I can wait,” he said.

“Okay,” she said with a smile. She ran to the back and grabbed her purse. As she opened the staff door to leave, she heard a mobile phone ring. The tone didn’t seem to be coming from any of the waitstaff’s bags or coats. Then she realized the sound was coming from under one of the tables. She bent down and retrieved the phone. She looked at the number. It was just a random number. No name. She looked around, but the dining room was deserted. The rest of the waitstaff were doing kitchen cleanup. She debated. Should she answer the call or not?

Answer the Call OR Leave the phone at the Hostess stand

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A is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

Welcome to the A Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow.

Your choice from my Theme Reveal was… a tie! So I flipped a coin and Allentown won! Here is the next chapter: Allentown

She stopped at a traffic light and looked around. Having grown up in a small town in Iowa, she was way out of her element. Allentown, a city in East Central Pennsylvania, was one of the largest cities in the state. The buildings were massive and super close together.

Aralyn had been traveling for days, frequently changing direction at random and sleeping in her car. But now she had made a decision. Allentown would be her new home.

She found a cute motel on the edge of town that had weekly rates and booked herself for two weeks. She paid with the cash she had been saving up, just in case. The room was small, but comfortable enough and it supplied her with a small refrigerator and microwave. The bathroom had a good sized sink for doing dishes. She would be able to get by here without eating out every meal.

Two weeks. That was Aralyn’s self-imposed deadline. Two weeks to find a job and an apartment. Could she do it? Well, she had no choice now. It was time to take control of her life.

First, she would need a place to live. The first thing on every job application was going to be her address. She needed an apartment. She fired up her laptop and tethered through her phone, which was still attached to her Iowa address. She would need to get that addressed, too. Thank goodness for automatic bill pay. An hour later she had fired off several letters, or rather emails, of interest of places she might want to live. She knew it could take a few days at least to hear anything. Waiting wasn’t her strong suit.

The next few days were agony filled with trashy tv, junk food, and moping. Aralyn knew she wasn’t her best self at that time, but she had nothing else she could do while she waited. She really needed a place to live.

On the third day, she got a reply to her first inquiry. It was a row home that was being privately rented. She was so excited to receive it that she didn’t realize right away what it said. It wasn’t the response she had hoped for. The property had already been rented out to someone else. Rats.

On the fourth day, she got her much-anticipated email. Not one, but two of the properties she had expressed interest in were available for rent and would she like to see them in person? She promptly sent back emails and made appointments to see them both.

Both apartments were nice. Similar neighborhoods, similar price. The deciding factor for her was that one of them was a block away from a park that ran along a quaint river. That one would be an excellent place for her to live. She asked if she could put in a formal application right away.

“Well, of course, you can,” the kind woman renting the apartment told her. “I have one right here.” She handed over the application and Aralyn choked. References. She hadn’t thought of that. Shit. Who could she ask for a reference? She had to think about that one for a minute, and after she had written down the names of two people she knew from Iowa, she hoped beyond hope that the landlady would never actually call the references to find out anything about her. She crossed her fingers as she handed the application back over.

“When will I find out?”

“Oh right now, dear,” the woman said. “As long as you can pay one month’s rent up front and one month’s security deposit.”

“I can,” Aralyn chirped.

“Good, then it’s done!” Aralyn smiled broadly.

“The current tenants move out this weekend. I’ll need a few days to get the place cleaned up and ready for you, and then you can move in. Is it okay if I leave it furnished for you?”

“Yes, that would be great, “Aralyn said, and it was all she could do not to jump for joy like a schoolgirl.

They shook hands, and she walked away, smiling to herself. She was proud that she had done something right, finally. She had been feeling pretty down.

Now to get a job.

But the question on the table was, what kind of job? She had been a waitress back home. She hadn’t completed college so she would have to find something she was qualified for, which, wasn’t a whole lot. The food service industry made sense. She went online and started looking up open jobs. She found two which intrigued her the most.

Which job should Aralyn apply for?



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#AtoZChallenge Theme Reveal!

Theme Reveal

Hello, and welcome to my blog! I am a writer of adult fiction (sometimes very adult). If that’s not your thing, then that’s cool. We’ll just leave this here and thanks for stopping by! But for those of you who are interested in a little adult fiction, stick around and wait until you hear what I have in store for April!

I have written an A to Z Choose Your Own Adventure! The whole novel is written (it’s called Runaway) and I am in the final stages of editing. As a special treat, you will be the first audience to view this novel. Below you will find the introduction. At the end of the introduction is a choice. You, my wonderful blog readers, will make the decision. Vote by commenting. Then come back April 1st and I will share the next chapter based on your votes. Keep coming back throughout April to vote and read each chapter, 26 in all for the A to Z Challenge!

But remember, this will only be ONE possible combination. There are 32 endings and thousands of possible paths to get there. Join me on this Choose Your Own Adventure: A to Z with Runaway!

Aralyn woke up, and everything seemed blurry. What the hell happened? Memories of the night before flooded her brain. They knew. They all knew her terrible secret. She had to go. She had to get out of town right away. But first, she needed to get her head on straight. She went to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

Her tangled blonde hair and ragged clothes made it look like she had been dragged through the mud. Her light blue tank top strap was hanging on by a thread. She was disappointed that it was in such bad shape since it was the exact shade of her eyes. She stripped and stepped into the shower. The water was warm and soothing. She could almost let herself believe it would all be okay. She could almost believe that she could get dressed and go in for her shift at the Albino Weasel Cafe. But she knew that was impossible now. She had to leave, that was all there was to it.

After her shower, she shoved herself into sweatpants and a t-shirt. She covered up her slightly pudgy body with a zip up hoodie to blend in with the majority of people her age–college students in Iowa City. But the news was out there now. She knew she would be too recognizable, no matter what she wore.

She attempted to do her hair in a different style, but it was barely touching her shoulders so there wasn’t a lot she could do with it. At least it was sunny and cold so wearing her hood and sunglasses wasn’t out of the ordinary.

It didn’t take long for Aralyn to pack a bag. Somehow she knew this would be her fate all along and she had given a lot of thought to what essentials she would need to bring with her if she had to leave town suddenly.

So she threw the bag in the car and headed east. She’d never seen the Atlantic Ocean. She wasn’t sure she wanted to end up that far east, but who knew where the car would lead her.

Where does her car lead?

Allentown, PA

Albrightsville, PA