Page 21 of Resurrection
Thankfully, we’re on the side of the lake that, apparently, is part of the township. Last year, I didn’t stay long enough in my commandeered cottage to notice the water situation, but this is definitely the better side of the lake, at least when it comes to free-flowing indoor plumbing and water pressure. I remember the days and even colder nights after we lost power at the cabin. Unfortunately, when you live on a well and a hurricane decides to fuck everything right up the ass, including your only means to electricity, that inevitably means no water. No water means no baths, and most definitely no flushing of the toilet unless you managed to bring a bucket of water from the well outside. But oh... the modern conveniences of indoor plumbing. My giddiness at the simple fact that we have two fully operational faucets in the bathroom—meaning I don’t have to potentially fight bears and zombie ass-hats in order to retrieve water each morning—overpowers my disdain for the overly complicated tech systems needed to take a fucking dump.
Any who...
We’re on an adventure, exploring one of the hidden wings of the house! I swear, they’re everywhere, surprising us every day since we broke in. There was one leading off of a narrow corridor at the back of one of the pantries—it led to a wine cellar… sans wine much to our dismay—and another, camouflaged behind a huge mirror, which connected one of the entertainment rooms to the pool house.
I swear, it’s bringing back memories of playing the board game, Clue. Hell, or even justwatchingthe movie, Clue. There better not be some fucking butler or lady named Scarlett that’s about to off one of us because if there is, so help me God. I quickly look around for one of the token weapons just in case, finding myself poorly prepared with my lack of a candlestick or lead pipe.
But I have a gun! That counts!
This particular secret passage was hiding behind a false wall in the game room. We found the entrance when Jax decided to play a ratherspecialgame with me and pinned my ass against it…hard. That dislodged the wall and here we are. We round yet another corner and Jax audibly gasps. If he had pearls around his neck, he’d be clutching them.
“Holy mother of God….” He pauses his steps, standing in the doorway and gawping in awe at the straight up sex dungeon in front of us.
“Kinky-ass billionaires have all the fun.” Hawk shakes his head as he looks around, equallyflabbergasted, his jaw hanging wide as he takes in the room.
I’m right there with him. There’s furniture in here that I don’t even know the names of. But the ones I do know intrigue me even more. There’s a Saint Andrews Cross, a sex swing, a long leather table that resembles one a massage therapist might use but has leather straps hanging off the sides of it. There’s even a breeding bench. I only know about that last one from a book I read from Jax’s old library collection.
Wait just a flipping second...
“Holy guacamole, I know what this place is!”
Both Jax and Hawk stop their perusal and turn my way. “What do you mean?”
“It’s a fucking sex house!” They both look at me like I’m crazy, so I continue. “You know when people get together and make a porno-movie? They need a place to record it, one that’s all staged and shit, with a ton of different scenario options in one place!”
They both look to one another before turning back to me, just as confused as before.
Oh, for goodness sakes....
“Think about it. There are how many bedrooms? And they’re all themed! Remember? There’s one that looks like a pirate ship for crying out loud! Let’s not forget about the gigantic tub fit for a certifiable gangbang! And now we come across a fucking sex dungeon?” I put my hands on my hips and nod at theroom, proud of my awesome sleuthing skills. “Oh yeah, it’s all coming together.” Hawk and Jax don’t look as happy, however. They look downright ill.
“Oh, my fuck, that’s why all the furniture is made of leather! And all the beds had waterproof covers!” Hawk pauses and his jaw drops, horrified. “Holy shit, we all bathed multiple times in the orgy tub....”
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus, I need to burn off my skin now. We slept on the fucking floor! On fucking cushions that were covered in only God knows what!” Jax shudders, shaking his body as if that will disinfect his skin.
I pick up a bottle strategically placed on the side table just inside the room. “Oh look, sanitizing lotion.”
Without hesitation, they both race towards me and fight for the bottle. Jax gets to me first and squeezes some of the liquid into his hand, rubbing his arms, neck, and face with it before throwing it to Hawk who, after expeditiously stripping off his shirt, turns it upside down over his head and proceeds to cover his entire body with it.
After successfully decontaminating himself, Jax turns towards the door. “Fuck this place, let’s get out of here and go check on Cole.”
Hawk goes to follow but stops in his tracks, shaking his head. “Fuck that, I’m taking some of this shit.” He charges into the center of the room and has his way with it, meticulously going through each and every cupboard, drawer, closet, and trunk, tossing all kinds ofstuff onto the floor in the middle of the space. It’s definitely a sight to see when it's raining all manner of dicks inside. Big ones. Little ones. Giant, veiny, purple ones. There’s even one that looks like an octopus tentacle and is almost as big as my leg. In both lengthandwidth.
Holy monkey balls, what the hell does anyone do with that?!
When he catches both Jax and me staring at his frenzied exploration, he cocks his head to the side. “What the fuck are you guys staring at? Go find a bag!”
As if pilfering dildos straight out of Ariel’s worst nightmare is completely normal…
“Look at these sex toys, aren’t they neat? Wouldn’t you think my—”
Shut it! Now’s not the time for a princess moment...
Thankfully, neither of the guys heard me singing about our new cock collection, which allows me to ask the obvious question: “Wait... Why are we taking this stuff? Weren’t you all grossed out by this house and every flat surface within it just a second ago?”
Hawk pauses his plundering, the leather flogger he was about to shove into his bag waving at me menacingly.
“I mean... Yeah. Who wouldn’t be? You can only sanitize so much. The possibility of them missing something during post-production is completely plausible, and we don’t have a blacklight to proveotherwise.” He points to the goodies in the cabinet. “But these babies are all unopened, unused, and uncontaminated, which means they’re fair fucking game.”
