Page 5 of Double XL Mountain Men
“Oh, it’s more common than you think,” the gorgeous brunette says in a lofty voice. “Actually, I’d say that exclusive gentlemen’s clubsallwork this way. You get the most beautiful women, but they’re ladies who have manners, breeding, and an ability to make a guy feelseen. It’s the ultimate girlfriend experience, and that’s why we get paid the big bucks.”
I stop there because I didn’t ask how much Kiki’s getting for tonight, nor do I really want to know because my thinking is this: the more cash on the table, the more that’s expected of us. We reallywillneed to make sure the men get their money’s worth if they’re paying through the nose, and I’m feeling more and more nervous by the second.
Stop, the voice in my head whispers.You’ll be fine, Cindy. If you hate the party, just call an Uber and get yourself out of there. So what if Kiki doesn’t get her cash? She’ll have to find another way to pay her bills.
I straighten my shoulders because it’s true. While I’m loyal to my friend, I’m not going to go berserk and do things that are wild and crazy ...or will I?
Even more bewildering, the car ride seems to last for hours as we glide past fields, small towns, and then more fields before entering a forest. The limo does all sorts of turns up and down a hill, and when I glance down at my phone, my heart drops because GPS no longer works. Then, I open up Google Maps, and it’s the same problem. There doesn’t seem to be any signal, and there’s no blue dot steadily indicating our whereabouts.
“Are you guys able to use your phones?” I ask, trying to keep my panic at bay.
A gorgeous platinum-haired girl named Katy glances down at her handheld, and shakes her head.
“No, I think it’s the trees doing it,” she says. “We’re deep in the middle of nowhere, and there’s no signal. Or maybe it’s the mountain range,” she says, staring out the window. “I feel like we’ve been going up this behemoth forever, and sometimes, signal can’t get through.”
“It’s definitely the mountain,” says Rachel, an especially pretty brunette, even if she looks a bit green at the moment. “And all these turns, oh my god! I’m feeling dizzy and carsick, in case you can’t tell.”
“Girlfriend, if you’re going to puke, please say so,” Winky warns. “Don’t get any vomit on my dress.”
Rachel clutches her midsection but manages a wan smile.
“No, I’m not going to vomit ...yet,” she says. “Just crack open the window, will you? The fresh air will help.”
We do as she asks, and the chill air does seem to help Rachel’s nausea abate even while bringing goosebumps to our arms. I look out the window, my heart pounding erratically because by now, dusk has descended and the forest is slowly being cloaked in darkness as the limo continues to wind up a mighty mountain.
“I wonder where we’re going,” I say in a slightly nervous tone. “Why would a group of men book a party up here, in the middle of nowhere? I thought we’d be at a fancy hotel or something.”
Katy just smiles and shrugs.
“Rich men have their ways,” she intones, not at all alarmed. “There’s no point in trying to make sense of what they do because rich men always get what they want, and they’re notgoing to reveal their motives to us. But I see a light in the distance, so maybe that’s our destination!”
“I hope so,” Rachel moans, looking greener by the second. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take!”
Sure enough, the speck of light grows larger and brighter as we approach, and before I realize it, the limo’s zoomed up a final steep hill before pulling up to a mid-size cabin in the woods. It’s not a huge, monstrous lodge that billionaires like to call “cabins” just to be cute. It’s genuinely a log structure with a wraparound porch, large windows, and a chimney in back. I can even make out a stack of wood piled up against the side of the structure, as well as some vehicles half-hidden in the dark behind the structure.
“We’re here,” the chauffeur announces merrily after rolling down the dividing partition. “Ladies, if you would.”
Then, he gets out and circles around the vehicle before opening the door. We spill out into the darkness, the forest air bracing and cold, making goosebumps rise on our skin.
“Brr!” Katy shivers a bit, clutching her elbows in each hand. “I didn’t bring a jacket.”
“None of us did,” Rachel smiles wanly. “I’m not even wearing a bra, much less a sweater.” It’s true because we’re all clad in mini-dresses of the scandalous variety. They reveal more than they conceal, and the material’s thin and flimsy, and no competition for the chill in the forest air.
But then, the front door to the cabin opens, and a dozen male figures pour out. They’re backlit from the interior and so we can only see huge, massive silhouettes in the night. Broad shoulders stand like sentinels in the darkness, with powerful biceps andthick, tree-trunk thighs. An aura of virile masculinity permeates the air, and I clench my thighs, my insides going hot and needy in immediate feminine response.
“Oh my goodness,” Kelsey breathes, her eyes going wide. “Are these our hosts?”
Sure enough, the largest figure chuckles and begins to speak. Although he’s in shadow, I make out bright blue eyes in the night, as well as jaw so chiseled that it appears made of granite.
“Welcome to Sigma Epsilon Chi, ladies ... also known as the S-E-X house. Get it? Sigma for “S,” Epsilon for “E” and Chi for “X.” Welcome to heaven ... or hell, if you prefer,” he smirks.
I gasp.What? We’re partying with a fraternity that literally has the moniker “SEX” as its name?OMG, what have I gotten myself into?
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Brandon
The girls are gorgeous, even if they look a bit cold at the moment. But Sweet Lies didn’t let us down. They sent their best from the looks of it because the women are ripe, curvy, and luscious with long, flowing hair; big tits; narrow waists; and round, heart-shaped asses. Mentally, I thank my dad for the recommendation, because he’s the one who suggested Sweet Lies.
