Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
We’re all a little crazy in this fucked-up house.
In fact, it’s a fucking requirement for anyone who wants to join.
The Skull & Serpent Society only accepts people willing to go beyond depravity. They get a hazing filled with obscenity, filth, and body fluids. Just like any of our gatherings.
The cost is steep.
But the price?
Immeasurable.
This Society is the home of all future CEO’s, world leaders, and generations of the ultra rich.
Everyone wants to be here, even the fucking girls, who can’t ever get in since it’s a boys-only club. The only exception is for a party like now.
Everyone … except one fucking girl.
I take a drag of the pot the girl on one of my knees offers me, and she giggles when I blow the smoke out in her face. The other girl starts rubbing my chest, wriggling her fingers underneath my expensive smoking so she can twirl my red tie around her finger.
“Hey,” the other girl says, and she grabs my coat too, shoving the other girl’s hand away. “I was first.”
I laugh and put my hands on both their asses, my dick already growing hard as a rock just from their display of jealousy. “Girls. Girls. There’s plenty to share.”
“There’s always more room here,” Alistair comments from the couch across from me, patting the red leather on his left side. To his right, a girl gently caresses his chest, while sometimes trying to peel away the mask, which he immediately blocks.
“Always ready to steal, huh?” I reply.
A smug grin follows. “It’s what I do best.”
He licks his lips and eyes down the girls as one of them begins to touch my hard-on, and he bites his lip.
He whispers something into the ear of the girl sitting next to him. She promptly glances my way before she begins to touch his thighs, creeping closer and closer to his crotch.
I smirk.
I enjoy a challenge.
Felix suddenly appears behind Alistair, and he puts his hands on both ends of the couch. “What do you two think you’re doing?”
Ali’s girl quickly crawls off him and runs off to dance with someone else.
“Enjoying the fucking party,” Alistair responds, “which you now ruined. Thanks.”
Felix pulls out a knife from underneath his hoodie and holds it over his neck.
“You think I’m threatened by a knife?” Alistair says, and he literally leans into the blade until he begins to bleed. “I live with you for fun.”
Felix pauses and then retracts the knife. “Wouldn’t expect anything else from a fucker like you.”
Then he turns his gaze to me. “Stop jerking off. We’ve got work to do.”
The two girls slowly drape away from me.
I frown, annoyed. “Work? What the fuck?”
I was just about to enjoy a very public jerk-off session, and now all I’m left with are blue balls. He’d better have a good explanation.
“I’m about to combust here, Felix.” I get up from the couch to follow him. “Can’t you give us a break?”
“You think two girls touching you is ecstasy?” he asks as we walk through the sea of people and into the giant hallway. “Save your fucking jizz. I’ve got something better.”
“Like what?” Alistair chimes in. He’s followed us unseen. I’m always surprised when he manages to do that. It still makes me jumpy.
Felix takes us aside in a secluded corner of the Society, near the library. “Penelope. I saw it on the cameras. She’s here. And I’m going to fucking find her.”
PENELOPE
A guy at the front door of the Skull & Serpent Society checks me out with narrowed eyes, then waves me through, allowing me in. I don’t wait a second before I slither past, afraid he might double-check and deny me access. Luckily, he’s too busy talking to three girls with blond wigs and Barbie costumes who were waiting behind me.
I go inside and gaze around at all the decorations, letting the booming music guide my way. It’s bustling with people, chitchat filling every damn area of the building. Even the staircases are taken, with only a narrow path available to get upstairs. Someone is in every corner, whether they’re smoking pot, drinking heavy booze, or hooking up.
And I don’t mean just kissing … I mean full-on body gripping, panty-ripping, tit-squeezing, dick-grinding action. Against the concrete support beams, on the expensive leather seat sprawled around the hallway, in the closet behind the staircase, and even on the fucking floor.
My eyes instinctively slide up to the cameras hanging all around the premises. Someone must be watching all of this action going down with their hands down their pants.
I hope they don’t spot me.
I swallow and push ahead, keeping my eyes focused on the target, no matter how hot it gets.
I’ve been to Halloween parties before, but never ones this explicitly horny.
In front of me is a big party room that’s jam-packed with people, the scent of sweat, smoke, and sex filling my nostrils. That must be where the main part of the party is taking place.