A secret location

For most of the week following Melody’s interaction with the guy and the bizzare card, the two went about their business like usual.

It wasn’t until Brian caught Melody reading the number on the card again when they were inside his dorm room on a Wednesday Night. The blonde was adamant about keeping the option open for a bit of fun and some cash.

“You’re still considering it?” Brian asked her with a bit of a rude tone, he didn’t want to see that card again.

She sighed, putting the card away inside her bra, “It’s not a big deal, it’s just gonna be some bunch of college type games for a good amount of money. I can do with the extra cash.”

“You don’t know anything about this, we’ve looked online… there’s nothing to suggest that this is even real. This could be dangerous, we don’t know who that guy was,” he explained to her.”

Melody walked on over to Brian before sitting in his lap, “You are such a worry wart. Even if that guy turned out to be a kidnapped or a creep or something, I’d just kick his ass!”

He smiled, listening to her giggle. This was going to be a hard sell to stop her from going, he had started to think that he might need to join this thing too if he couldn’t talk her out of it.

***

Brian and Melody weren’t the only ones discussing and debating the option of calling the phone number.

Across the country, hundreds of those cards were being given away to guys and girls anywhere from the ages of 18 to 25. From New York to Los Angeles, from Chicago to Texas, the cards were deliberately given out with secret intentions unaware to the young adults.

The same message was being told to everyone. But many had suspicions that this seemed odd, something was off. Others like Melody saw this as an opportunity not a scam.

***

In a hidden location on a tropical location just outside the United States, a group of men and women dressed in bright pick outfits and black masks patrolled the island. They roamed the area as henchmen, some of them carrying automatic rifles.

There were plenty of warehouse type buildings that some of the pink jumpsuit workers were working on the finishing touches of them.

However, in the middle of the idol stood a dark coloured lighthouse style tower on top of the hill. Just like everything else, it appeared to have been newly built.

The tower was protected heavily by the henchman who patrolled the outside of it.

Inside the tower on the top floor sat a tall slender figure dressed in black robes. The hooded figure wore a similar dark coloured mask. In front of a control panel system he sat, there were six screens in front of him, most of them of different security camera footage of different sections of the island.

The middle screen was the one he was putting most of his attention and focus into. There were images of young men and women with information on them such as their age and address. The man watched closely, using the screen as a computer screen, skipping through the images and profiles.

As he was viewing, behind him an automatic tinted sliding door opened and in walked three of the workers in bright pink jumpsuits. They all had different shapes that covered the black mesh mask that hid their identities. The one in the middle who stood a step ahead of the other two had the outline of a blue Square on their mask. On the left and right to them, the pink henchmen had the shape and outline of a green triangle on their mask, they both had large militarily style guns unlike the Square.

The leader who sat at the control panel didn’t turn around as he heard them enter, instead he spoke.

“134 have called back, only 57 are men…” the man in the dark cloak spoke in his deep voice.

The Square took an extra step forward before replying to their master, “Yes sir… We have agents all across the country at this very moment still picking out college students who fit the requirements.”

“They must be quicker,” he cut the Square off, “We must have 200 men and women in equal numbers by the end of the week… no exceptions.”

The man turned around in his chair by clicking a button on the arm rest.

“Take your mask off,” he spoke calmly but in a firm matter, directing his question to the Square.

Slowly the worker grabbed their mask and pulled it off before slipping off the pink hood of the jumpsuit.

It was a woman.

About 30 years old, in incredible shape. She had a gorgeous face, full pink lips, green sparkly eyes, a cute freckle that was small but still stood out just above her upper lip.

She grabbed the hair ties that was keeping her hair up and pulled it off before shaking her long brown hair out.

“Unzip,” he then said, stretching his legs out a bit in front of her.

The woman knew exactly what he meant. She grabbed the zipper from the front of the jump suit and slid it down her body slowly. Suddenly she was starting to show some skin, she took the zipper all the way down to her bellybutton.

Under the pink suit, there was nothing but a pink lacy bra that pushed her large round tits up. It was the same colour of pink as the jumpsuit. The man in front of her sighed as he rubbed the front of her bulge that showed he had a serious hard-on. He was mesmerised by her large boobs and the two triangle henchmen just behind her looked like they were itching to get a look at them too.

The jumpsuit had done well to hide her womanly figure. She had one fantastic body which is why the man in the cloak wanted a better look at it.

“You and you,” the man then said, pointing at the two triangles, “You’re excused. Get back to your post.”

They bowed in unison before turning around and leaving the room like a couple of soldiers. After the automatic doors closed behind them, the man began pulling aside his cloak and unbuckling his black pants.

The woman in front of him showed only a hint of nervousness. She appeared otherwise comfortable with what her boss was doing. She eyed his crotch as he slipped his pants and matching black underwear down just enough to pull out a large thick cock. It was one hell of a meaty member, it throbbed in front of her as he started to stroke himself.

“I know you’ve missed this,” he spoke to her softly, “Tell me what you want to do with it.”

“To suck it, sir…” she replied formally.

“That’s right Ellie,” he said in response, still stroking his dick, “Now why don’t you take that sexy bra off.”

“Yes sir,” she replied.

Ellie slipped her arms out of the jumpsuit and moved her hand to the arch of her back, she unclipped the bra in one quick move before moving her arms out of the straps and dropping the bra to the ground.

Those pale large orbs were now completely exposed to him in her topless state. They were naturally large, the light shaded brown nipples were starting to harden in front of him.

The man couldn’t help but jerk himself off quicker now.

“I’ll never get sick of seeing those beautiful fucking tits,” he said, jerking over her body like a perv.

She stood still, just waiting for any further instruction. It didn’t matter if she wanted to be there or not, she had no control of the matter. If he wanted her to suck his cock, she would have **** but to go down on her.

At that moment, he sensed she was a little tense in front of him, he had a fantastic read of people.

“Ellie… you’re not nervous are you?”

She shook her head, “No sir.”

He studied her face behind his own dark mask, still stroking his own dick, “You know you’re one of my favourites… one of my most loyal workers… and I’ve given you everything in return. Did I not make sure that you were left standing alive after the games?” he asked her.

She nodded again, her big breasts lightly shaking with any movement.

“Did i not give you all the money promised after winning?”

“You did Sir.”

“Do I not provide you with a life of luxury?”

“You do Sir.”

He nodded, “Good. Then you shouldn’t feel tense around me. I do so much for you… so you must always be a good girl for me… come over here and suck my dick.”

The man pointed to his mammoth member that stood up firmly, waiting for her to move on over to him. Ellie was being manipulated by her secretive boss, she just had to do it again, she had to suck him off…