“So you are telling me that you have no idea where this secret entrance is after a week of searching?” Haskill seethed.
“No. None of the staff appeared to enter and the construction workers came and left from the main building. I checked out the facility after hours, but there was nothing. I don’t know what to tell you Haskill.” the man replied.
“Then we will make one of them talk. It’s time for a more serious approach.” Haskill ordered.
The weekend of Bree’s rave party came around quickly, and Bree, Jake and Andy stood atop the exterior balcony that led into the function room enjoying a well earned drink after completing the setup. Off amidst the hills that surrounded the northern side of the race course, a figure lay in waiting, sporting the latest in binocular surveylance equipment. Tethered to the binoculars was a single earbud that allowed him to hear everything that was being discussed, which he listened to with great interest.
“So you haven’t gone down to check it out yet?” Bree asked.
Jake shook his head.
“I don’t have a FOB to get down there.” he replied.
Andy, still looking at his phone chimed in.
“I’ve been down there. Not much to see yet though. The hallway and bar are formed up, but none of the beautification work.” he said.
“Oh come on Jake, lets go check it out! Which elevator did you use Andy?” she asked.
“You can use either one. I used to the one near the foyer though.” Andy said, not looking up from his phone.
Jake shook his head to Bree.
“You can go look if you want. I’d rather leave it as a surprise for when it is all done.” he added.
Bree pouted like a child and took a sip of her beer.
“I don’t wanna go down there by myself. Please Jake?” she begged, running her have up his thighs.
Andy stood from the table, polishing of the last three quarters of his beer in one solid mouthful.
“Don’t blame ya. Those Regrowth guys are fuckin weird.” he said walking down the stairs.
“Anyway. I’m gonna go and try and get a hold of Roy. He shoulda been here by now.” Andy added before disappearing across the grounds, mobile phone to his ear.
A smile crossed the figures face as he watched and listened.
“It has something to do with a FOB and the elevators.” he said.
“Excellent, now I need you to get a hold of one of those FOB’s. Use whatever means you have to, just make sure to get it back here.” Haskill ordered.
“Oh this is going to be fun.” he replied, lowering the binoculars.
The mountain of a man uncovered a wooden crate, half buried in the rocky dirt and covered with leaves, and opened it up. Inside, he sorted through all of the equipment until he found his desired tools to get the job done; an orange jumpsuit, a hessian bag and a large hunting knife with a long hooked blade.
Bree and Jake leant on the rail of the balcony while the DJ set up his equipment and watched the dark storm clouds roll in.
“That looks like a wild bit of weather coming over. It could make for a nice atmosphere for tonight.” Bree flirted, sliding her hand across her breast and down to her waist.
Jake agreed and the pair entered the function room to find the DJ all set up and ready to go. The pair indulged in another drink as a mini bus pulled into the carpark with the first of what would be many patrons here to drink and party their cares away.
Before long, the tunes were pumping and men and women alike were dancing and grinding against one another. The bartenders kept up with the orders for more drinks while Bree and Jake danced the evening away, unaware of the sinister figure lurking in the stormy darkness of the grounds.
Bree grabbed Jake by the hand and led him to the adjacent function room, shutting the door behind her. She pushed herself against him as he let himself fall against the wall and she started kissing him softly on his neck, sending a tingling sensation up his body and blood rushing to his ever growing penis. She rubbed herself against his crotch, every breath getting louder and louder.
“Jake. I want you inside me. I want to feel your hot, thobbing penis inside and I don’t want you to pull it out until you’re done.” she moaned.
Jake wished to oblige Bree’s desires, his little trooper pushing at the gate of his pants, begging to be let out and fullfil his mighty duty. But, Jake couldn’t oblige her just yet.
“Wait. Stop for just a second.” he said, putting one hand on Bree’s shoulder and pushing her back from him.
Bree looked to him hornily, biting her lip and eying him up and down like a woman possessed.
“What is it?” she asked, tracing a hand up her slick slit.
“I need to be honest with you Bree.” he said.
Bree’s eyes opened wide, unsure of what to expect, but worried nonetheless.
“Jake. What’s wrong?” Bree asked, still rubbing herself.
“I need to be honest with you Bree. I love what we have and what we have done and I am happy to do what you are proposing right now, but I don’t want to lead you on. I’m not looking for a long term commitment and I need you to understand that.” he explained.
Bree grinned, the floodgates opening once more as she lifted one side of her skirt.
“Oh Jake.” she whispered, stepping towards him and hitching her leg around him.
“I have no intention of taking you off the market.” she said, kissing him again.
Jake lifted Bree as she wrapped her other leg around him and carried her to a nearby cleaning cupboard, swinging the door shut behind him as he pressed Bree against the wall. She kissed him passionately, twirling her tongue around his mouth and exploring every inch of him. Jake traced his hand down Bree’s side and grasped her firmly on her buttocks as she gyrated against his throbbing, denim member. His penis pushed hard against the zipper of his pants as Bree’s wet panties rubbed against him with pin point precision. It was obvious that Bree knew what she wanted as she lowered one leg to the floor, leaving the other wrapped around him. Before too long, Jake could no longer contain himself and his penis pushed it’s way through the zipper in time for Bree to pull her sexy garments to one side. Jake traced his nob end around her succulent pussy before Bree impatiently pulled him deep inside her with her leg, gasping in ecstacy as his shaft pushed against her vaginal walls.
“Oh Jake. I want your hot cum. Give it to me!” Bree squealed.
Jake would obey her wishes, but not as quickly as she would hope. He recalled back to his younger years when he travelled far and wide, particularly his travels in the Akaishi mountains where he learnt to control his sexual urges in order to pleasure his partner even more.
Jake felt the climax knocking at the door, but he was focussed, and with well controlled breathing techniques, he searched Bree’s insides for the ‘very real’ g-spot. Once Bree gave the telltale signal that he had hit it, his little soldier began bombardment of the designated zone, as a flurry of semen devastated the area, sending Bree into a quivering mess. Her legs gave out as Jake supported her, still against the wall and not letting up as he continued to pump his semen deep into her. As the flow steadied up, Jake let her leg down and withdraw his soldier; Bree panting with satisfaction.
“Jeez…holy shit!” she exclaimed, taking off her sopping wet panties and tossing them into a nearby mop bucket.
Jake grinned as he toweled off his penis of the pussy juices. Bree shuffled to the mop bucket, containing the fluids within her until she was over the safety of the bucket.
“This’ll keep Stan happy.” she laughed, pushing the seminal fluid, pussy juice cocktail from her vagina.
Jake laughed as he did up his pants, the rave still audible in the other room.
“Where did you learn to do that?” Bree asked, referring to his sexual prowess.
“Well, I-”
With precise timing, the bassy tunes of the rave cut out, as did the lighting.
“Must be the storm.” Jake said.
“We could go turn on the backup generator. I’ll-”
Just then, screams filled the air as people cried out hysterically. Jake and Bree, stunned, listened to the sounds of panicked footsteps and people demanding to get out of the way. Jake pushed open the cupboard door and with Bree in tow, made his way to the door that led to Function Room One.
Bree kept her hand on Jake’s back as he cautiously opened the door and peeked through. The room was emptier than Roy’s bank account after a day at the races and visibility was as low as his IQ, with the occasional flash of lightning to illuminate the room. Jake had a bad feeling as he took a step into the room.
“Jake wait.” Bree said.
He looked back to her as she pointed across the room near the DJ table, lightning once again flooding the room for a brief moment to show a figure on the floor.
“What is that?” she asked.
“Stay here.” Jake said, moving toward the crumpled figure.
As he drew near, it was obvious that it was a human body and the hair on Jake’s neck stood on end as he placed a hand on the shoulder and rolled them onto their back; he gasped.
“The DJ?” he muttered, glancing at the gaping wound in the throat of the deceased DJ.
He looked back to Bree who watched in a crouched position in the doorway.
“We need to get out of here, now.” Jake whispered, meeting with Bree in the middle of the room.
“Whoever did this is bound to still be around. Looks like everyone else got out of here safely though.” Jake said.
Bree nervously nodded and clutched Jake’s hand tightly as he led her to the open doorway. The wind howled outside, the branches blowing side to side in the wind and Jake stopped suddenly as another flash of lightning filled his field of vision, Bree bumping into him.
“What the?” Jake said as a large imposing figure stepped into the doorway holding a giant hunting knife.
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