Page 40 of Things Get Dark

“Oh, thank fuck,” the clown says from behind me. “I’m almost there, too. Let me catch our girl up, becausefuck.”He frantically slams into me from behind, making my ass smack against his hips. When he reaches around to find my clit, I explode. Lava flows through me, melting me from the inside out.

I vaguely remember sounds and a surge of warmth first in my pussy, then down my throat. After collapsing onto the blanket, I feel a comforting swipe of cool wetness against my sensitive skin.

“Let’s get you dressed, Kitten,” my clown murmurs in my ear. I look up at him as he pulls his pants up, realizing I’m lying in the scarecrow’s lap.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I mumble, jumping to my feet. Fucking hell, I’m out here stark naked, and they kept their clothes on. I’m so fucking embarrassed.

“No worries,” the scarecrow says, his words laced with a hidden smile.

Once I’m fully dressed again, and they lead me by hand out the maze, what I just did tumbles through my mind like a freight train. I fucked them both. What the hell did I do?! Oh my god, and the plague doctor two nights ago. They really must think I’m a whore.

When we turn that last corner, I murmur, “Thank you,” before taking off, shame fueling my escape. I sprint past the doctor, who was on his way to meet us. I can’t face them; I can’t face any of those men when they all know who has been with me. Fuck, three men in forty-eight hours. Tears well in my eyes, burning the truth into my soul. I managed to win my battle against the maze, conquering my biggest fear, but at what cost?

I’m almost to my car, and home free, when I turn back for one last look. There, standing in front of the bonfire, are three tall silhouettes. As I watch, two more men walk up, wearing masks with horns. Frozen in place, I peer out at these men and wonder just who they are.

All five stand there, looking at me. It’s almost as if they are staring, pleading with me not to go. But I can’t tell for sure. Knowing me and my luck, the others are mad, and I’d split them up anyway.

With that final glance, I slide into my driver’s seat, I can’t help but think that they really did share… Nicely, even. What if this wasn’t just a coincidental run in? What if fate set me on the pathto find these men? No, there is no way. I just don’t have that kind of luck.

Oh. Fuck. This time, I left my camera, and I didn’t finish my photos for the spread, either.

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