Page 3 of Mask & Strap
“The game?” My breath hitched as her fingers hooked over the fabric, pushing my now soaked panties into my center. My hips thrusted, grinding against her wrist.
Jax let out a small groan. “Keep acting like a whore and you’re going to get fucked like one… and with a lot more than just my fingers.”
I found myself nodding as my head rolled back onto the masked stranger’s shoulder. I’d never had such an intimate, random encounter before. Sure, I’d made out with women in bars plenty — but nothing past kissing. Sex was usually a relationship thing. Something that was fun at first but after a while faded into the space in-between separate sides of the bed.
No part of me knew what this game was, or why I was being chased, or the reason this stranger behind a purge mask pulled me into a dark corner — but every part of me wanted their touch. This excitement, this novelty, and even the fear of the unknown… something about it exhilarated my senses and pooled between my thighs.
GAME OR NOT, ONE NIGHT OR NOT, THIS WAS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED.
BIRDIE
As the footstepsof my pursuers faded, the longing within my core grew louder and louder. My breaths were coming in short bursts as my body fell slack against the strength of the mystery person holding me close. Jax’s touch swirled the fabric of my panties, toying with the wetness there and pressing it against my most sensitive spot. My hips bucked, wanting more. I wanted her to pull the fabric aside and slip her fingers inside me. I wanted to show her how embarrassingly wet she’d made me in such a short amount of time.
Instead, I panted through an orgasm as she breathed behind a mask, clutching my mouth tightly to stifle my small moan.
“Bloody hell,” she swore. “You’re in so much trouble with me, did you know that?” To my dismay, she removed her touch and stepped back. After glancing down the hall of mirrors, she motioned me into the light. “The fuck kind of shoes are those?”
It was only then I noted her British accent.
It was only then I noted how that fact instantly made me wet again.
What was it about an accent? An accent and a mask… an accent, a mask, and a black sports bra and muscles…
“My friend dressed me. I have no idea what’s going on,” I confessed. “This is the strangest Halloween party I’ve ever been to.”
Jax rubbed her chin under the neon green of her mask and I resisted the urge to ask her to take it off. I recalled the rules over the loudspeaker, one of them being that the masks stay on at all times. “I hate to break it to you, but if someone brought you as a pawn, and didn’t explain the game, they’re not your friend, mate. Also, they dressed you as a predator but you’re clearly prey. I could see it the moment you stumbled into the game ring — so could those other two tossers who chased you in here.”
“What game? What is going on?”
Jax extended her tattooed arms and shrugged. “I reckon I could tell you… or I could let you figure it out on your own. The latter sounds more fun for me.” She stepped forward, grabbing my chin. A gasp left my throat at her closeness, at the feel of her fingers on my skin. “I’d like a repeat of what just happened… wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed without hesitation. “Yes, I very much would.”
The smirk in her reply was audible. “Good Little Birdie.”
“How do you know my name?”
Jax hummed before taking a step back and pulling something from her back pocket. She squirted some kind of liquid onto her hand and reached forward, swiping it across my chest.
I opened my mouth to ask her what the hell she was doing when a loud beep sounded over the speakers. The mechanicalvoice rattled again. “Phase two has officially begun. Players, ready yourselves to catch or be caught.” With a loud squeak, the speaker cut out.
“What does that mean— “ I turned to ask, but only my distorted reflection greeted me.
Jax was gone.
It was then I was faced with a choice. I could have hidden out in the funhouse and waited for the party to be over. If I cowered in the corner, kept my head down, surely Lu-Lu would eventually come find me, or the sun would rise and I could safely sneak out in the daylight. That’s what I’d intended to do when I’d ducked in there to escape, anyway.
I could have hidden away and waited to go home, back to the sofa with my gothic lesbian romance book… or… I could choose a night of adventure. I could choose the mystery woman like Posey chose Lady Venom.
What would Lady Venom do?
With a deep breath, I eyed the rows of my distorted body. Tall, short, wide, slim. A game beyond these fun house walls — people screaming, laughing, and beckoning me to play. A masked woman somewhere near, desiring a repeat of her hands up my skirt… I had no idea what the game entailed, or what danger awaited me when I emerged from the clown’s mouth, but I was in it now.
I wanted this.
Whatever this was — I was in it now — I was going to play.
Leaving the perceived safety of the house of mirrors behind, I reentered the game ring. Plumes of fog billowed around me, making it impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. I couldmake out the bobbing metal horses from the carousel, and the swinging chairs from the Ferris wheel in the distance. Everyone had gone in that direction, so I assumed that’s where the finish line was. That’s where I needed to go. A woman let out a long scream in the distance, confirming my plan. Though walking towards screams didn’t feel smart, this was a horror movie of my own choosing at this point.
