P is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

Welcome to the P 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 P was No! Don’t use the Safe Word (Piccadilly)


Even though it was probably bad for appearances, Aralyn didn’t care. She was enjoying the feeling of Sevy’s hand striking her, and she didn’t want to use her safe word. She had been too well trained to only use her safe word if the scene needed to end. So for better or worse, she held her tongue. She knew that he couldn’t go on forever, but she had made the decision to outlast him, and so she held her tongue.

She had no idea how long it would take for him to stop spanking her, but it wasn’t as long as she would have liked. He slowed down and then stopped, taking a deep breath. It seemed like he was getting control of himself before approaching her. When he had pulled himself together, he approached and pressed his hand onto her back gently.

“Are you okay?” he asked. It seemed like he had a note of confusion to his voice that Aralyn hadn’t stopped him.

“I’m fine,” she replied, her voice quiet and husky. Sevy helped her stand up. She was stiff from having been in the same position for a while.

“What did you think of that?” he asked as he took her into his arms, the whole time moving slowly and deliberately, clearly giving her the option to move away from him if she wanted to. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

She hesitated before answering. Appearances were everything in this situation. “I liked it,” she said, not meeting Sevy’s eyes.

He pressed her chin up so she would have to look at him. “I’m glad,” he said. “Can we do it again, another time?”

“I would like that,” she murmured.

“Me, too.”

“Good.” He wrapped her in his arms and held her tight then, kissing the top of her head. She looked at him from within the circle of his arms.

“Thank you,” she said, and he let her step back a little so he could see her better.

“For what?”

“For showing me what a joy that could be.”

“You’re very welcome,” he replied. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it.” It sounded as though relief was emanating from him through his voice and his body language. He hugged her tight again.

The quiet in the room was complete. There was no noise from outside of it, no music, nothing. Even Sevy was breathing so quietly she couldn’t hear him. She wondered what she should do? She was starting to feel internal pressure to talk to Sevy about her past, to tell him why she was running and what she was running from, to come clean about everything. But she wasn’t sure that she could break the quiet of the room.

Should she break the quiet?

Yes OR No


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O is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

Welcome to the O 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 O was a tie! I “flipped a coin” (randomly generated a number) and got Get Out of the Hot Tub!


“Let’s get out,” she whispered. Her better judgment had, at least, taken over. She felt relieved that she now knew she had her wits about her.

He picked her up, her legs still wrapped around him, and lifted her out of the tub. Once outside, he set her down, and she stood there shivering in the chilly air. He almost immediately wrapped her in a fluffy towel he picked up off a shelf nearby.

“This is nice,” she said, indicating the towel.

“I know, I picked them out,” he winked at her. “You can find a set of these in every room in the place.”

“Really?” She was surprised that he had been that thoughtful.

“Well, yeah. Every bathroom.” He smiled. “You like them?”

“Yeah, they’re nice.”

“I’m glad you like them.” He picked up her clothes and guided them to his office. “I want to check and make sure we get a room that isn’t already reserved.”

“Smart,” Aralyn commented.

He looked at the computer for a few minutes and then said, “Okay, I’ve got us a room.” He grinned at her, and she had no idea what to expect.

He reached for her hand, and she took it. He was somehow managing to keep himself wrapped in a towel, carry both of their clothes, and hold her hand all at the same time. She wasn’t sure how he was so talented. Maybe he was magic.

“What room did you reserve for us?”

“You’ll see,” he grinned.

She wasn’t sure what to expect from that. They wound through several hallways, skirting around the edge, so they never went into the large room at the center of the compound. They were in a room Aralyn didn’t think she had seen before. There was a small sign on the door that was just a letter S. Aralyn raised her eyebrow at it. She wasn’t sure what that meant.

When the door swung open, she saw a room that looked very much like the other rooms she had seen. Except, she realized as her gaze fell upon the far side of the chamber, there was one thing that was additional. There was an object that looked like a padded sawhorse. She couldn’t contain her curiosity. “What’s that?”

“It’s a spanking bench,” he said. He walked toward it.

“A spanking bench?” she repeated.

“A spanking bench,” he replied unhelpfully.

“What is a spanking bench?” she asked. The phrase was almost becoming comical because they were overusing it. In her past, mobility was crucial, so she had never had a toy that large.

“It’s a bench for spanking,” he said with a laugh.

“Okay, no really,” she said, letting her voice trail off.

“Okay, really, it’s a bench for spanking.” He walked toward it to demonstrate. “The person,” he started significantly, looking right at her, “would lay across the bar like this.” He demonstrated, and it put his ass perfectly in the air. “There are built-in restraints here, or someone could attach their own handcuffs, if they so preferred.”

“That’s…” she couldn’t come up with a suitable word. Sevy gave her time to come up with something and let silence fill the air between them. “Interesting,” she finally finished.

He laughed quietly. “Yes, interesting is one word you could use to describe it. Exhilarating would be better. Or maybe intriguing.”

“Those are good words, too,” she whispered. She didn’t want to tell Sevy that she had had lots of experience with spanking, just not that particular piece of furniture. She quite enjoyed being spanked, but she would continue to let him believe that she had never been spanked before and had no idea what it would be like.

“Have you…” he began, and she shook her head before he could get the question out. She figured that it would be better if he couldn’t ask the question, so she didn’t have to lie to him.

He nodded like he understood, but she smiled to herself, knowing that he actually had no clue.

“Have you ever been spanked?” she asked in a quiet, shy voice.

“Yes,” he said. “I feel that I should try whatever I’m going to do to someone else.”

Aralyn admired that quality in him, but she decided that she wasn’t going to pursue that line of questioning because she wasn’t sure she really wanted to know that much about him. In fact, the thought of him tied up and naked to the spanking bench made her squirm with a mixture of jealousy and arousal. She may be more on the submissive side usually, but occasionally she enjoyed dominating someone.

“That makes sense,” she said and then changed the subject. “And do you want me to…” she let her voice trail off.

“Well, I would love for you to lay across that bench but if you aren’t ready for that, I totally understand. I don’t want to push you.” Actually, pushing was just what Aralyn wanted—pushing boundaries. She wanted to know that he would take control of her and let her be free, even if it was just for a short period of time. She wanted to be spanked so badly that the thought of almost having sex with Sevy was driven from her mind.

“I don’t know…” she said, playing at being coy. She didn’t want to sound like she was too excited about the prospect of it.

“It’s okay,” he said quickly. “No pressure.” He approached her and wrapped one hand around the back of her neck. He lowered his head, so their lips were millimeters apart. “I want you to always feel comfortable with me. I especially don’t want you to ever feel like you have to do something to please me. I respect you too much for that.”

She nodded slightly, and their lips brushed together. Sevy closed the gap between them and kissed her lightly on the lips. She sighed against him and felt her whole body sag. She felt such relief at being close to him again.

Then they were wrapped around each other. Sevy’s other hand had wound around to Aralyn’s back and was pressing her chest against his. Her hands were on his narrow hips. Her body was tingling all over. She loved the feel of his body pressed against hers. She wanted to stay like this forever. But of course, perfection can’t last. He ended their kiss and pulled back from her.

He looked down into her eyes, and she stared back. She was locked in his gaze. “I want to try it,” she whispered, embarrassed to even say it.

“You want me to spank you?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Okay,” he said. “I will spank you under one condition.” She nodded and looked at him, expectantly. “I am going to give you a safeword, and you need to use it if you feel like it’s too much or you can’t handle it. Got it?” He was looking at her with the most serious expression she had ever seen on him.

“Yes,” she whispered. She wasn’t sure if she should call him Sir, but she figured that might come with time. She also wanted to ensure that she didn’t appear too knowledgeable about the whole situation.

“Excellent,” he said, more to himself than to her. “Your safe word is Piccadilly.”

“Piccadilly?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied, sounding too sure of himself. Aralyn thought he just sounded silly, standing there saying Piccadilly. What the heck was that, even? “It’s certainly not something you ever say in a sex scene, and I won’t misconstrue it for something else.” She looked at him, apparently with enough of a look of confusion on her face that he decided to explain further. “For example, if your safe word were peanuts, that could sound like penis.” He paused, thought for a moment, and said, “Honestly, I don’t know why you would yell out ‘penis’ while being spanked, but it’s always best to make sure your safe word is something that would have no reason to be said during a sex scene.”

He ended his lecture and looked at her expectantly. “You’d make a good teacher,” she teased.

He rolled his eyes at her and gave her a playful swat on the ass. She jumped and squeaked, not because it hurt but because she was surprised he had done it. She grinned up at him, and he muttered, “You are going to be a fun one to break.” By the look in his eye, it almost seemed like he hadn’t meant for her to hear the comment. He certainly didn’t seem to be teasing, nor did he seem to be waiting for a response. So, she didn’t respond. She just kept looking at him until the heat between them built up enough that it overwhelmed them and he broke the tension. He took a step back from her, breaking the spell, and she shook her head, almost as though shaking off a particularly nagging fly.

“What do you want me to do?” Her voice was soft and measured. Even though it wasn’t something new to her, she wasn’t comfortable talking about it out loud. It had always been one of her downfalls. She wasn’t confident enough to talk about sex. She would be dismal at phone sex.

“I want you naked.” She complied immediately. He gripped her shoulders and turned her around to face the bench and put enough pressure to push her forward. She moved until she was right up against the spanking bench. She bent forward and presented her ass to him.

He stepped behind her and gently touched her ass. She shuddered under his light touch. He rubbed gently across both ass cheeks over and over, lulling her into a sense of security. She moaned quietly and waited for the first blow to land.

His hand left her ass, and then she felt it reconnect with a sharp stab of pain. She also felt her pussy begin to get wet at the loss of control she was feeling. She hadn’t realized how much she had needed this until it was happening. He pulled his hand back again and smacked her other ass cheek. She groaned audibly then.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said as loudly as she could get her voice to go. She was nearly trembling with desire now.

He spanked her again, and again, alternating cheeks. She was enjoying it immensely, but she was worried that she was starting to push the levels of believability. Sevy had no idea what kind of experience she had, and she assumed that someone with little experience would not be able to handle that much. She would need to use the safe word at some point. But when?

Should she use the safe word, Piccadilly, now?

Yes OR  No


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N is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)


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Your choice for N was to be the Nightlife!


“You know,” Aralyn said, “I don’t see any problem with being the Nightlife. I mean, that’s essentially being the life of the party, right?” She grinned up at him.

“Yeah,” Sevy replied. “Ready to strip down and get in a Jacuzzi?”

Aralyn took a deep breath and then said, “Yes, let’s do it.”

They got up from the bar and moved toward the hot tub in the middle of the room. Sevy stood next to it and whispered, “After you,” he murmured to Aralyn.

She raised an eyebrow at him but decided that she should go for it. It was hard for her to strip naked right there with all those people around but she decided that if she could focus her attention on Sevy, she could handle it. She locked eyes with him and pulled her skimpy shirt over her head. Her skirt and panties quickly followed. She tossed them on a rack that was hanging next to the tub.

Sevy was looking at her appraisingly. He seemed surprised that she was going along with it. She smiled at him sheepishly and then turned toward the hot tub. “I’m getting in,” she said, and she climbed the short staircase and into the hot water.

Sevy followed suit and quickly joined her in the hot water.

“This is nice,” he murmured. He pulled Aralyn close to him until she was practically sitting on his lap.

“Yes it is,” she agreed. She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. When she opened them just a minute or two later, she realized that other people were disrobing and getting into the other hot tubs. Within five minutes, they had company getting in beside them.

“Told you,” Sevy whispered in her ear.

She looked up at him. “I have to admit that I was skeptical. It’s not that I didn’t believe you, it just seemed so wild that it would be true.” Aralyn’s nerves were making her talk too fast.

“I know,” he reassured her. “It does seem hard to believe, but it’s true. Once one person does it, the others follow quickly.” He appeared to be trying to whisper directly in her ear so their company couldn’t hear him. Aralyn was sure that it wasn’t good for business to let your customers know that you were herding them like sheep.

She climbed on top of him and wrapped her legs around him. Their lips touched, and she felt a jolt of heat run through her. His tongue probed her mouth, and she could feel his cock getting hard against her stomach. She rubbed gently against him, and she could feel him moaning against her lips.

Sitting on top of him, she felt like she might be in control of the situation, but she knew it was just an illusion. If he wanted to, he could pick her up or flip her around so that he was back in control. But for now, she would revel in the modicum of power she had. She pushed his tongue out of her mouth and thrust hers into his mouth. Their tongues tangled and his cock continued to grow and press against her. She was rubbing her pussy against him, and she felt her arousal growing.

He broke the kiss and began to nibble down the side of her neck. She moaned and writhed against him. Her pussy was so close to his cock, that she desperately wanted to feel him inside of her.

“Oh my god,” she groaned as he nibbled just behind her ear. “Oh please.”

“Please what?” he murmured against her skin.

“I want to feel you inside me.” She was practically whining.

“Right now?”

“Yesss,” she hissed. “Yes please.”

He whispered directly into her ear, “Do you mean right here in this hot tub?” That thought gave her pause. She wasn’t sure that was such a good idea. For starters, there were two other people in the hot tub with them. And for another, they had just started dating, and unprotected sex was probably a bad idea. But she wanted to feel him inside her, and she wasn’t sure she could wait much longer.

“Do you want to get out of the hot tub?” he asked. That was a thought, but Aralyn wasn’t sure she could stand it if she had to get off of his lap.

Get out of the hot tub.

OR

Stay in the hot tub.


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M is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

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Your choice for M was to get some food!


“Let’s go get some more food,” she said.

“Mozzarella sticks? Mashed potato bites? Macaroni and cheese?”

“You’re teasing.”

“No, they were all on the menu, you just got stuck on mozzarella sticks and never looked at anything else,” he teased.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Fifteen minutes later, they headed out into the main room again.

“So seriously, what would you like to eat?” he asked. Aralyn picked the mashed potato bites since they sounded interesting and he sat her back at the bar, a few stools away from where she had sat earlier. She looked around for a clock but didn’t see one.

“What time is it?” she asked him.

He looked at his cell phone. “Almost eight.” Sure enough, people were filtering into the main area now. Some appeared with mussed hair, implying they had come from nearby rooms. Some seemed freshly washed like she and Sevy were. Some seemed to be coming in from work or home and were greeting other people as they entered.

“Are there a lot of regulars here?” Aralyn asked.

“Sometimes,” Sevy said. “We do have newcomers, but most people come once or twice and get hooked. They like coming back. I have to admit, we create a nice atmosphere.” She smiled and looked around. Indeed, people seemed to be enjoying themselves. “Excuse me a minute,” he said, “since I’m here, I might as well double as a barman for a bit.”

“Can I help?” Aralyn asked. Sevy looked at her questioningly.

“Do you want to do that?”

“Do I get to keep my tips,” she winked at him.

“Sure,” he said. “That’s fair.”

“Then yeah, why not?” she asked.

“Okay,” he said and opened the employee opening in the bar for her. “Come on back.” He briefly showed her where a few things were and let her attend to the customers who were slowly filtering up to the bar. Her food came out from the kitchen and she grabbed bites when she could.

She was feeling nervous and wondering why she had volunteered to help at the bar, but she noticed that the tips were plentiful and the customers courteous. She remarked on that when they had a moment together.

“I know,” he said with a smirk on his face.

“What do you mean?” she asked, but then they were both called away by customers. When they had another free moment, she repeated the question.

“If someone is a jerk to our staff, their membership gets revoked.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s in those rules and regulations you signed when you came in.”

“Huh,” she said.

“News travels fast when someone gets booted from the club, so it doesn’t happen all that often.”

“Interesting,” she said.

As it got to 8:30, Sevy started to appear annoyed, not at the customers, but just in general.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Someone was supposed to be at the bar other than me,” he said. “Half an hour ago.”

Aralyn raised an eyebrow at him. “There would have been a lot of annoyed customers if no one had shown up.”

“Yes, there certainly would have been.”

“Can you handle the bar for a minute while I go see what’s going on?”

“Sure,” she said, but she wasn’t super confident about it. She had asked Sevy questions throughout the half an hour she had spent bartending. It was a system she wasn’t used to, and the food prep was not something she was familiar with.

Five minutes later, he came back through the door with an employee in tow. “Come on, Aralyn, we can go,” he said, and he pulled her out from behind the bar, leaving the employee to tend to the customers.

“What happened?” she asked as he dragged her onto the dance floor and pulled her into his arms.

“The bartender called in sick.”

“Oh, why didn’t you know?” Aralyn asked.

“Isn’t that an excellent question,” Sevy answered with biting anger. “Guess who was responsible for telling me.”

“That’s not a hard guess,” Aralyn said. “I can tell by the set of your jaw.” She trailed a finger a long his jawline. “It’s Sally, isn’t it?”

“Yep,” he said. “I’m going to talk to my business partner about this. She’s screwing up on the job now, too. It’s not just that she annoys me, but she’s detrimental to the company. He won’t like that. He may be a bit of an idiot when it comes to her, but he isn’t going to jeopardize the company.”

“That’s good,” Aralyn said. She realized that with the party in full swing, there should be people getting into the hot tubs but when she looked, they were all bubbling away merrily, empty. “No one’s in the hot tubs,” she changed the subject.

“I know,” he said. “Most people won’t get in until someone starts them off.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Yep, even though it’s a Jacuzzi party, people don’t want to be the first ones. It’s weird,” he acknowledged. She raised her eyebrows at him. “Yeah, it is weird, but that’s the way it is. Do you want to be the Nightlife of the club tonight?”

“The Nightlife?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s what we call the person who starts off the excitement in the club.”

Does Aralyn want to be the Nightlife of the club?

Yes or No


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L is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

Welcome to the L 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 L was Someone is Listening at the Door!


Aralyn looked at the door. The door itself was opaque, but underneath the door was a sliver of light. The sliver of light was broken by two shadows. Feet.

“Shit,” Aralyn breathed. Her heart rate quickened, and she pushed her skirt down to cover her ass, not even worrying about her soaking wet panties, stretched sideways across her ass. She grabbed her shirt from the floor just as Sevy slipped his cock back inside his boxers, condom and all. She was just pulling her shirt on when the door of the closet opened.

“You!” a voice yelled from the doorway.

Aralyn turned to see a terribly familiar face. It was Sally, standing in the doorway, a swath of the light falling over Sevy and Aralyn.

“Yes, me,” Sevy said with irritation.

“What are you doing in here?” Sally asked.

“What does it look like?” Sevy pulled his shirt over his head.

Sally spluttered for a minute. She seemed unsure of whether she was supposed to answer the question or not.

“Never mind,” Sevy said. “Go back to reception.” He shut the door. “Come on, Aralyn.” He took Aralyn by the hand, and they left the kitchen. A few moments later, they entered an office.

“Where are we?” Aralyn whispered.

“My office,” They entered a small room that housed one desk chair, two chairs for guests, a large desk, a bookshelf and several filing cabinets.

“This is nice,” she said as she surveyed the space. Sevy shut the door quite hard and locked it behind them.

“I am so sick of her,” he seethed.

“Do you think she knew we were in there?” Aralyn asked.

“She must have,” he said. “She doesn’t have anything to do with the kitchen. The tours don’t go there, and she isn’t food staff.”

“Oh,” Aralyn said. She had nothing else to add, though why she was trying to give Sally the benefit of the doubt she had no idea.

“She can’t bother us in here,” he said. “If she comes to the door, I just won’t answer.”

“Good,” Aralyn said. Sevy was leaning against the closed door. She walked up to him and reached for the waistband of his jeans. “You have to be uncomfortable in there.” Aralyn unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She pulled them down and slipped the condom off his cock, dropping it in a nearby trashcan. “Please tell me that Sally empties your office trash,” she grinned up at him.

He cracked a smile. “I wouldn’t let Sally within ten feet of this office,” he said with seriousness, but also with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Maybe I should hang on to that condom and drop it in the reception trash.” He winked at Aralyn, and she grinned up at him.

“No need to antagonize the beast,” she said. His cock wasn’t hard anymore, and it was rapidly shrinking back into his pants.

“Damnit,” he muttered. “I’m sorry. Sally is ruining everything today.”

“It’s okay,” Aralyn said.

“We should have just gone home,” he said.

“No, it was really hot having sex in the kitchen,” Aralyn murmured as she rose to stand in front of him. “And I’m really looking forward to the party tonight.”

“Good,” he said. He seemed to focus back in on Aralyn. “I want you to have fun. That was the whole point of bringing you here.”

That, and you wanted to show me the dungeon you own, thought Aralyn. “Yes,” she agreed aloud.

“Come on,” he said, and he pulled her into his arms. “I think it might be wise for us to get cleaned up,” he suggested.

“Sure,” she said. She was sure she was a mess, and she certainly felt like a mess. “Where?” she asked.

“Right here,” he said, indicating a door she hadn’t noticed behind his desk.

“Right here?” she asked in disbelief.

“Yeah.” he opened the door and pulled her inside. She was surprised to find a full bathroom with a large tub and adjacent shower.

“Why do you have this?” she asked, somewhat skeptically. Although it wasn’t totally abnormal to have a bathroom off of his office, she wondered why he would need it if he didn’t bring women here regularly.

“When we, well, when I designed the building, I designed a nice big bathroom for basically every room. You’ll find that all of the private rooms have them and there are several off of the main room. They are all behind secret doors, so you have to be looking for them to see them. If you had had a proper tour, you would have known what to look for. But I kind of skipped over that earlier. Sorry.” He did look apologetic as he shed his clothes quickly and then undressed Aralyn. She didn’t argue at all as he undressed her and neatly placed her clothes on a chair next to them.

“Bath or shower?” he asked.”

“Either is fine,” she replied.

He ran the bathwater, pushing the plug into place. They watched the water filling the tub in a comfortable silence. Aralyn was thinking about the hot tubs they would be in later. She was getting nervous about that, too, thinking about the strangers beneath the hot water with her. But she set it out of her mind as she felt Sevy growing hard against her back.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked him, her tone belying that she knew quite well what he was thinking.

“Getting you in the water,” he murmured in her ear.

“Oh?” she said. She hadn’t been expecting that much of a direct answer, or that Sevy had been specifically thinking about her and the tub that was right in front of them.

“Mm-hmm,” he said, and he kissed the back of her neck.

As the tub filled, Sevy motioned for her to get into the water. She did, and she felt relief as the warm water enveloped her. He got in and sat behind her, pulling her against him. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and she could feel his cock pressing against her back.

“Please let me know if you’re uncomfortable in any way,” he whispered.

“Mm,” she groaned, “not at all.”

“Good,” he said, and he gently began massaging her stomach just beneath her breasts. He was working his way lower and lower until his expert fingers slipped between her thighs. She parted them for him willingly, and he found her still slick with her juices in the hot water. She could feel his fingers slipping along her slit, but he found her clit quickly and applied just the right amount of pressure. She groaned loudly, and it echoed in the tile of the bathroom.

“Oh my god,” she let out as he pushed his fingers faster on her clit. She kept repeating it over and over again. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”

“Cum for me,” he whispered in her ear. She desperately wanted to cum, and she was very close, but she was only just on the edge of it. “Cum for me, Aralyn.” And when he said her name she felt herself fall off the cliff into oblivion. Waves of pleasure rolled over her, and she writhed against him, churning the water, pressing her back against his cock even harder.

Her hips bucked, trying to push him away. He didn’t fight her, though, and he slipped his fingers back from between her legs. She relaxed against him, completely sated. “That was incredible,” she whispered. She didn’t trust her voice to speak any louder than that.

“Yes, it was,” he agreed, even though he hadn’t had any pleasure.

She smiled up at him over her shoulder, and she felt him rubbing his hands along her hips and sides and up over her breasts, but he was caressing, not being insistent at all.

She felt her stomach start growling then. She hadn’t ever finished eating before because they had been distracted by their little tryst in the kitchen.

“Do I hear your stomach growling?” he asked.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Do you want to go get something to eat? You never did finish your mozzarella sticks.”

“I know,” she replied, but she was so comfortable in the warm water that she wasn’t sure how to respond.

Does she agree to get out of the bath and get food, or does she prefer to stay in the warm water with Sevy?

She wants to get mozzarella sticks or some other food.

OR

She wants to stay in the bath.


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K is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

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Your choice for K was YES to sex in the kitchen!


“Okay, let’s do it,” she whispered, and he looked at her in surprise.

“I didn’t think you’d actually say yes,” he said.

“Neither did I,” she admitted.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she said, with a confidence she didn’t feel.

“Let’s do it, please,” she said, and it was all the encouragement he needed, for he picked her up off the barstool and carried her behind the bar before she could say another word.

“Sevy!” she squealed without meaning to.

He hushed her and put her down when they had gone through the swinging doors into the back kitchen.

“Where are we going?” she whispered.

“The walk in storage area,” he told her, and he opened a big set of double doors to reveal a room that was filled from floor to ceiling with shelves of dry foods. “Oh my god,” she laughed. “I can’t believe you took me here!”

“Why not? It’s the perfect place for some privacy.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she giggled. “We’re in a building filled with rooms for this exact purpose, and yet we’re going to have sex in a storage room?”

“I know, isn’t it hot?” he asked. “And it’s something I’ve never done before,” he said.

That was all the encouragement she needed. The green-eyed monster inside her liked the idea that it was something Sevy hadn’t done before and his first time would be with her. She loved that idea like she hadn’t loved any other. Aralyn stopped giggling almost abruptly and walked right up to him. “Yes, it is hot,” she agreed, and she pulled his shirt up over his belly. He helped her remove his shirt, and then he pulled the straps of her shirt down over her shoulders.

He didn’t protest at all as she then pulled the shirt up over her head and dropped it on the floor next to them. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he looked down at her. Her breasts were round and firm, and he gripped one of them with one hand while he pulled her close to him with the other. He was kissing her again, his tongue exploring her mouth which was still cool from the ice cube they had shared.

She was nervous to be doing this in such a semi-public place, but she was so turned on that she couldn’t help herself. She pulled at the clasp on Sevy’s jeans, and he didn’t stop her as she unzipped them and pushed them down over his hips. His boxers followed quickly, and they were pushed down to his knees. While they were kissing, She couldn’t get his pants any lower than that.

She broke the kiss and dropped to her knees in front of him. His cock bobbed, and her breasts rubbed against it on her way to the floor.

“Oh my god,” he groaned as she took his already stiffening cock into her mouth. As he hardened, she could see that he was huge. She flicked her tongue across his head, and his knees nearly buckled. She noticed that he had to catch himself and she wondered if he was regretting his suggestion of sex in the kitchen. She pulled him further into her mouth and sucked gently. He groaned, and she took that as a good sign. She sucked again and again. He began to rock against her, one hand on the back of her head. She pulled him deeper and deeper into the back of her throat, and she was barely able to control her gag reflex. He kept groaning and moaning. “Stop, stop,” he begged. She looked up at him with doe eyes and it looked like his resolve in telling her to stop was crumbling. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered, and she let his cock bob out of her mouth and sat back on her heels.

“Please?” she asked, as though her pussy wasn’t aching to be filled.

“Turn around,” he directed, and she did.

He pressed her against a stack of potatoes that was piled up on the floor so that she was bent over. She heard the distinctive rip of a condom and then felt him press against her. He had pulled her skirt up over her hips and had pushed aside the thin fabric of her panties. He wasn’t even going to take them off. That was hot.

He pressed himself against her, and he slid inside easily. She was practically dripping wet. He thrust into her once and then stilled. She groaned as he filled her, but she did feel that he was stretching her. She may have preferred that they have more time to build to the sex, but she had desperately wanted him inside of her, and it seemed that he had wanted the same thing. She didn’t regret it in the slightest.

“Fuck me, please,” she begged, and it was like opening the floodgates. Sevy began to pound into her, not being gentle, not being slow. Pounding, pushing, grunting. She thrust back against him in the same rhythm until she felt his body tense against hers and his hands tighten on her hips.

Suddenly the vibe in the small storage room went from tense from recent orgasm to tense from something else. Aralyn looked around at Sevy and saw a look of frustration on his face.

“What is it?” she whispered.

“I think someone is listening at the door.” His words were practically unintelligible, but the way he was looking at the door got the message across.

Was someone listening at the door?

Yes OR No


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J is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)


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Your choice for J was “Maybe” on the Jacuzzi Party.


“Can we see how the night goes?” she asked, tentatively. She didn’t want to disappoint him, but she just wasn’t sure that she was up for it. “I mean, I don’t have a bathing suit.”

He chuckled but not meanly. “You don’t need one,” he whispered in Aralyn’s ear, and comprehension dawned.

“Oh, well then I suppose that would work, but can I think about it?” she smiled, but she felt like something was doing back flips in her stomach. Naked hot tubbing with strangers. That sounded both exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. He nodded. “What time is the party?” she asked.

He looked at his watch. “Two hours from now. Eight,” he said, and Aralyn nodded. “We’ll do whatever you want, Aralyn.” She nodded again.

So she had two hours to worry about it. Or two hours to forget about it and she could worry about it later.

“Hey, are you hungry?” he asked her. She realized it had been a while since she had eaten.

“Yeah, kind of,” she admitted.

“Let’s get some snacks here,” he said. “I don’t want to leave and have to come back.”

“That’s perfect,” she said, meaning it.

They were approaching the automatic doors now. Arlyn felt her nervousness growing. Would Sally still be sitting at the reception desk?

As the automatic doors opened, Aralyn saw that she was. “You’re back.” Sally sounded sulky and defiant.

“Yes, we are,” Sevy said with confidence. “We are going to the bar.”

“Fine,” Sally said, but it didn’t sound like she thought it was fine. She didn’t respond, though. She just sat there while they walked to the doors and she buzzed them in.

Aralyn had a sudden thought. “What if Sally hadn’t buzzed us through the doors?” she asked.

“I would have throttled her,” he said immediately. “No, not really,” he replied at the stricken look on Aralyn’s face. “There’s a hidden keypad next to the door I could have used. But I kind of wanted to make her open the door.”

“Sadistic.”

He laughed heartily. “You have no idea.” he winked, and Aralyn raised an eyebrow at him. She was pretty sure he wasn’t talking about Sally anymore.

They went into the bar, and he directed her to sit on a bar stool. He went around through the employees only entrance to the bar and offered her a small menu on laminated paper.

“Anything strike your fancy?” he asked.

She picked mozzarella sticks, and he busied himself in the prep area, making the food she had requested. She looked around the large room. She could see that several employees were setting up for the party. The hot tubs were already set up and filled, though she guessed they weren’t completely hot yet.

“How long does it take to heat the hot tubs?” she asked.

“A few hours,” he said.

“Is it worth it for just one night?” she asked.

“The money we make on one of these parties totally makes it worth it,” he said. “Plus, would you want to sit in a hot tub that was here permanently?”

She pondered that for a minute. “Probably not.”

“Me neither,” he said. “These are emptied at the end of the night and cleaned immediately. Every time they are used, it’s fresh water. It’s definitely preferable to having them permanently installed.”

“That makes sense,” she said. Sevy’s ideas were indeed well thought out. That said a lot about his personality.

“So, let’s pick a room,” he said as he brought out the mozzarella sticks. Aralyn began eating them, but they were scalding. A piece of cheese pulled out and stuck to her chin. Quickly Sevy wiped it off her face with his finger, and she was relieved. He grabbed her a glass of ice water. “Allow me,” he said.

“It’s not bad, honest,” she started to protest but stopped when he grabbed an ice cube between his teeth and began to rub it against her chin. It was highly sensual, considering he was trying to help her with her mildly burned skin.

When there was water dripping down her chin, he pulled the ice cube back into his mouth and licked her chin gently to clear the water. Then he kissed her, and they passed the dwindling ice back and forth between their mouths. Aralyn found herself getting even more aroused, and she hadn’t been sure that was entirely possible.

When the ice was gone, he broke the kiss and looked her in the eye. “We could just go fuck in the kitchen right now,” he whispered. “No one would know.”

Aralyn looked at him wide eyed. “The kitchen?” she whispered.

“Why not?” he asked.

Aralyn could think of a dozen reasons why not. Making him wait for her to finish eating, security cameras, someone walking in on them,… But then again, that might actually be a turn on.

Should Aralyn accept the invitation for sex in the kitchen?

Yes OR No


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I is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

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Your choice for I was Insist they Stay.


“Then why are we leaving?” she asked, almost hesitantly.

“I don’t know,” Sevy admitted, and it was evident by his defeated tone that he was disappointed in himself for not realizing it.

“Me neither. Let’s stay, Sevy. I got all dressed up and everything.” She smiled at him, and he nodded.

“You’re right, let’s stay.” They unbuckled and got out of the car. He walked around to her side and took her hand. She left her sweatshirt in the car. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“For what?” she asked.

“For not getting upset with me. For insisting we stay. There’s no reason Sally should force us to leave.” He said her name with a measure of venom like it was a disgusting word.

“Hey,” Aralyn started. “Why does Sally work here if you dislike her so much?” He stopped walking and looked at Aralyn.

“Was it that obvious that I don’t like her?” he asked.

Aralyn smiled ruefully. “Kind of, yeah.”

He sighed heavily. “Let’s walk this way,” he pulled her toward the side of the building. “So, there’s a history with Sally and me,” he began. Aralyn’s immediate thought was, ‘no shit,’ but she decided not to voice that. “She and I dated once.” The same thought flitted across her mind.

“But, things ended?” she asked.

“Yeah, badly.”

“Why?”

“She cheated on me with my business partner.”

“Ouch,” Aralyn said before she could stop herself.

“Yeah, I know,” he said.

“And you and your business partner…”

“Are still in business,” he said gesturing to the building. “But worse, he and Sally started a relationship after she and I split up. They broke up six months ago and now it seems like she’s trying to get me back. I think she likes getting special treatment for dating an owner.”

“Probably,” Aralyn said, almost to herself.

“But I have no interest in her whatsoever. Things weren’t great before she cheated on me, much less after. What would I want to go back to her for?” he grumbled. “Anyway, you’re the first girl I’ve brought back to the club, well, ever, if you don’t count Sally.”

“How did you and Sally meet?” Aralyn couldn’t help but feel elated to know that him bringing her there was special.

“When my business partner hired her,” he said, his tone betraying embarrassment. “It wasn’t like that, though,” he insisted quickly. “We just were working together a lot in those days. I had to help out with tours and stuff. We all did. I mean, it was a new business. And we started spending time together outside of work, and well, we slept together. But it grew to be more than that. We even moved in together. But, well, you see how well that worked out.”

“I guess it’s hard to be in a relationship when you work somewhere that’s, so sex focused,” Aralyn said. She felt the jealous beast inside her awaken at the thought of Sevy around a ton of people having sex.

“Sometimes,” he admitted honestly. “But most of the time, I don’t care what other people are doing. I’m happy to give them the opportunity to enjoy themselves. And most of the time, the sex is in private rooms, so it’s not like I see it, and I’m not participating.”

“But sometimes…?” Aralyn prompted.

“Sometimes you want a piece of the action. I mean, all these scantily clad beautiful people, how can you not want to get laid?” He looked at her apologetically. “I’m sorry, I’m just being honest.”

“No, it’s fine. I appreciate it.” She was mulling over his words when he spoke again.

“That’s why I took the job bartending at the diner.”

“Why?” Aralyn didn’t see the connection.

“Because I needed to be in a place where people weren’t constantly focused on sex. At the diner, I meet a variety of individuals. Maybe some of them go home and have amazingly kinky sex. Maybe they don’t have sex at all. But I don’t know anything about their sex lives, and it’s a good thing. It keeps me grounded.”

Aralyn nodded. That did make sense. Aralyn wanted to bring their conversation back around to their relationship, but she wasn’t sure it was an appropriate time. “So why haven’t you gotten rid of Sally?” she asked, finding a more on-topic question to ask.

“My business partner won’t let me. She broke up with him,” he explained, “and I think he’s hoping she’ll take him back.”

“Does he see how much she’s hitting on you? I mean, she disabled a door to keep us apart.”

“Nah, she won’t do it in front of him.” Aralyn nodded her understanding. “It’s a shame, really. I wish she would, and then we could get rid of her. We’d all be better off, I think. But, she’s not stupid, and she wants to keep her job. My business partner, however, is a bit of an idiot when it comes to women.” He whispered the last part as they had now made their way all the way around the building and were nearing the front doors again.

“So, what do you say we get a room in The Dungeon and enjoy ourselves a bit? Then later we can join the party?”

“What party?” she asked.

“Oh, sorry, I guess I never did finish the tour. We were um, distracted.” He winked at her. “There’s a big room in the center of The Dungeon, and we have a party every night. People come there to meet others, or just hang out, or enjoy a drink before or after their alone time.”

“Oh, well that sounds like fun.”

“Yeah, it is,” he said. “We can’t get a liquor license but people bring their own, and of course, we have a private stash for special guests.” He winked at her again. “And we serve snacks.”

“Snacks are good,” she said.

“So, what do you think? I think the party theme tonight is Jacuzzi.”

“Jacuzzi!”

“Yeah, we managed to get a bunch of those portable foam ones that we fill for special occasions.”

Does Aralyn want to stay for the Jacuzzi party?

Yes!
OR
Maybe


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H is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

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Your choice for H was Answer the Hammering at the Door! Keep those votes coming!


“What the hell?” Sevy asked. “This room wasn’t booked!” He looked at Aralyn. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but I’d better answer the door. Whoever it is isn’t likely to go away otherwise.

“Of course,” she said, but she wasn’t terribly happy that he was leaving her half naked on the bed. Of course, he was half naked, too.

He went to the door without bothering to put on his shirt. Aralyn picked her top up off the bed and slipped it back on. He looked back at her before opening the door. “I’m coming!” he yelled at the person who hammered again.

He wrenched the door open and had a whispered conversation with the person outside. Aralyn found herself getting annoyed with that. Why wasn’t he opening the door fully? Why was he whispering? What was he hiding from her?

After a minute he shut the door and turned back inside. “Ugh,” he said in exasperation.

“What’s wrong?” Aralyn asked.

“Something is wrong with the automatic doors. Why Sally had to come find me here when she knew I was busy, I don’t know.” He sounded genuinely annoyed that they had been interrupted.

“Is there anything I can do?” she asked.

“No, and honestly, I’m not sure there’s anything I can do either,” he said. “But I’m the owner, so I suppose I will have to call the company and get them to come out and fix it. If the inside doors don’t unlock, that’s going to make things seriously inconvenient.”

Aralyn didn’t know what to say to that, so she just nodded.

“I’m sorry,” he said, moving toward her again. “Sometimes responsibilities get in the way of fun.”

“Well you did say yourself, we have all the time in the world.” He kissed her lightly on the lips, but he denied them the passion of their previous kisses.

“We do. I need to see if I can get this fixed before tonight’s main event.”

“When is that?”

“It starts at eight.” He pulled his phone out of his pants pocket and checked the time. “Which is in less than an hour. Great,” he said sarcastically.

“Why don’t we go look at the door. Maybe it’s something silly,” Aralyn suggested.

“Not a bad idea,” he smiled at her. “Come on,” he said, and he pulled her to her feet. He put his shirt back on, but she kept her sweatshirt off. He flipped a switch on the wall that seemed to do nothing and then turned out the light as they left.

“What was that?” she asked.

“It was a light to tell the cleaning crew to come clean up the room before the next reservation.”

“Sophisticated,” she said.

“I’m not just another pretty face,” he said, and he winked.

They held hands as they made their way back through the building to the front.

“Oh,” the word seemed to escape Sally’s mouth because as soon as she said it, she pressed her fingers against her lips. “I didn’t know you’d be bringing her back here.”

“Well, where else would I take her?” Sevy asked a touch of sarcasm in his voice.

“I don’t know,” Sally said, and she sounded like a petulant child to Aralyn. Aralyn didn’t know the history between Sevy and Sally, but it seemed like there must be one. She just couldn’t tell if it was a brotherly type of rivalry or if it was more of an ex-relationship. It bothered her that there might have been a relationship there, but in the end, there was nothing she could do about it. She wasn’t particularly fond of the green-eyed monster that had hatched inside her belly. She pushed the feeling away and paid closer attention to the conversation.

“Have you checked that the power connections are all secure?” Sevy was asking Sally. Sally turned a shade of pink.

“No,” she admitted, feigning sheepishness.

“Don’t you think you should do that before you came looking for me?” he asked sternly. Sevy sounded more like a boss reprimanding a subordinate. That was a good sign to Aralyn.

Sally didn’t respond, but Sevy didn’t push it. This concerned Aralyn. If Sevy was just Sally’s boss, why didn’t he address the fact that she hadn’t responded to him when he asked her a question. Even if the question were a little sarcastic and almost rhetorical, if Aralyn’s boss had asked her a question like that, she absolutely would have responded.

Aralyn looked carefully at Sally’s face, and she was surprised at what she saw. Sally was looking down at the ground as though ashamed of not having done something so obvious before bothering Sevy, but there was also a touch of satisfaction in her face that Aralyn had not expected to see. It appeared that Sally was pleased that she had interrupted Sevy and Aralyn and that significantly annoyed Aralyn.

Sevy stalked away from Sally then, though Aralyn wasn’t sure Sevy had caught the same look Aralyn had. Sevy walked over to the door, reached up and pressed the power connection in tighter. Sure enough, the moment he did, the door powered back on.

Sevy shot a dark look at Sally. “Sally, I need to see you in the back room. Now.” His voice was quiet and tightly controlled. Aralyn wasn’t sure what his reason was for wanting privacy with Sally, and it didn’t make her particularly happy. “Aralyn, please wait here. I won’t be long.”

She sat down in one of the chairs in the waiting room and tried not to appear too agitated by the whole situation. Sally and Sevy went into the back room and the door shut behind them with a click. For a minute or two Aralyn didn’t hear anything. Then suddenly she heard a loud voice. It was Sevy, though she couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. Apparently, he was yelling at Sally.

Then the door swung open and apparently it had been pushed hard because it slammed back against the wall behind it.

“Come on, Aralyn, let’s go,” he said, reaching for her hand. She took it and stood, and they walked through the front doors together. Sally had not come out of the back room by the time the door swung shut behind them.

Aralyn desperately wanted to know what that had all been about but she was afraid to ask. She could see that Sevy was still terribly angry. His face was flushed, and he was breathing hard. “I can’t believe her!” he said angrily, but it was as though he was talking to himself. “I just can’t understand why she wanted to interrupt us.” Aralyn was surprised Sevy wasn’t crushing her hand in his. His tightly controlled body radiated anger. They reached the car, and he wrenched the passenger’s side door open with a lot of force.

“Hey,” Aralyn said soothingly. Sevy looked at her as though he hadn’t seen her before.

“Hey,” he said, “I’m sorry–”

“No,” she cut him off, “there’s no reason for you to be sorry.”

His features softened as he looked at her and he pulled her in front of him and pressed her body against the back door of the car with his own. “I’m sorry we got interrupted,” he whispered in her ear as he pressed her legs apart with his knee. She could feel herself getting wet with arousal and wishing they were anywhere but a public parking lot.

“Oh god,” she softly moaned as he kissed her right behind the ear.

“I want you so bad,” he whispered back.

“Me too,” she said.

“This parking lot isn’t the right place, though,” he said and with visible effort, stood back away from her, and pulled her, so she was standing upright. “You are irresistible,” he said, almost to himself. “Get in the car before you get both of us in trouble,” he said, but he winked to soften the command.

She got in the car and buckled in. He walked around and did the same. He reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I didn’t want to leave,” she admitted.

“Me neither,” he said.

Should Aralyn insist that she and Sevy go back into The Dungeon, or should she allow them to leave?

Stay OR Leave


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G is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

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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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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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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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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.”

“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?”

“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.”

“Yup.”

“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?

Bartender

Barista


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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