Hide Upstairs

I tiptoe up the steps and dash into the first door, closing it behind me. In the center of the room is a large billiards table. Several tall chairs circle the edge of the room and an ‘L’ shaped wet bar covers one of the corners. There’s a door next to the wet bar but before I make it.

“Sixty! Here we come,” Xon announces.

I duck under the pool table as if she was right outside but then remember I have a few seconds left before they’re up here. Heels click on the hardwood floor down below.

“We’re coming for you.” Momma laughs.

I slide out from under the dark wood pool table and make my way to the bar. Steps come up the stairs. Before I can make it to the door behind the bar, the door I entered opens so I duck down with the ****.

“Is there anybody in here?” Xon asks. Her heels click across the floor as she circles the table. “We can smell horny little boys, you know?”

My clitty rages against its cage. The door to the next room beckons but I can’t move.

“That’s every futa. But I’m not just any futa. I can see into your mind, little one.”

My heart jumps into my throat.

“You want to come out. You want to jump into my arms and have me dick you down on this table. I’ll put the eight ball in your mouth to muffle your screams. Oh? Is that precum I smell?”

As my clitty leaks, I creep over to the door and turn the handle as slowly as I can.

“Well, if there’s no one in here, I guess I’ll just leave.” She heads for the door but stops. “On second thought, I could use a drink.”

As she heads to the bar, her hand sliding along the billiard table to help guide her, I open the door and slip into the next room. It’s a study with books lining all the walls with the only breaks being a window, and two other doors. There’s a few chairs and a chase lounge but not much in the way places to hide.

“Were could he be?” Xon asks from the other side of the door. “I guess I’ll have to just move on to the next room.”

I stand and move behind the chase as the door opens. “I do love the smell of books. Do you?” When I don’t answer, she laughs. “You need to control your breathing if you want to hide from me, pet.”

I slide under the chase just as Xon walks around it. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

The chase lifts off the ground and I see the raw power of a true futa. High Lady Xon holds the solid chase lounge by its gilded wood frame with one hand. She doesn’t even strain and her well defined muscles aren’t even fully engaged as she hoists out of the way.

“Found you.” She lifts the blindfold and smiles. The amber eyes are warm and inviting and my heart crunches under the weight of feeling unworthy. She puts the chase down next to me and sits. She pats the cushion next to her and I obey, sitting next to her. “So, do you want to surrender? Or do you want to keep playing?”