Part Ten - The Game

Part Ten
The Game

“Lara? What are you doing here? Aren’t you off today? Didn’t you switch shifts?” Dave asked in surprise as Lara walked through his office door. He noticed that she hadn’t knocked, which was typical of her.

“Yeah, I’m not working today. I just wanted to drop by and give you this,” she said as she walked up to his desk and handed Dave a small USB stick. He took it from her and rolled it over in his fingers. She couldn’t help but enjoy the impressed look on his face.

“Already? Wow, that was fast work. How long did you spend editing it together?” he asked.

“Longer than I’d care to admit, if I’m honest. But I wanted it to be as close to perfect as possible,” she answered him.

“And is it? Perfect?” he asked.

“No. But it’s serviceable. I might even stretch to “quite good” but then I’d be tooting my own horn,” she told him, trying to display some modesty.

“Well, you tooted my horn pretty well when we made the video, Lara,” he said, a wide and suggestive smile spreading across his face.

I walked into that one I suppose, she thought to herself.

“Yes, yes, your horn was quite impressive on camera. Well done,” she said, rolling her eyes at him but only doing it for effect. She had to admit he was right. His dick did look good on camera. She looked even better while swallowing it.

It’s just a pity the rest of him wasn’t up to the same standard.

Lara had used some creative editing to keep his flabby gut and balding head out of the frame as much as possible. She had mostly succeeded.

“Any problems with it?”

“Not until near the end. A couple of technical hiccups. But Lenny was on hand to help me through them,” she told him.

“Ah, good old Lenny. So he helped you finish?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah. He helped me finish, alright,” Lara said, the corner of her mouth lifting in a sly smile. She couldn’t resist messing with Dave.

Lenny had in fact helped her finish, while taking her on all fours from behind. She had agreed to a quickie with Lenny in exchange for his help recovering her video and what had initially started as a bit of a sympathy fuck, had turned into a pretty enjoyable session for both of them. Lenny had surprised her by taking control, something she hadn’t thought him capable of.

If Dave knew that super-nerd Lenny had been where he never would, he’d go ballistic, she thought to herself. Actually, Lara, what the fuck are you playing at? Stop dropping hints. It’s all fun and games until he finds out and actually does something, you idiot.

“Anyway, it turned out well. I think it’s ready to sell. Give it a watch and tell me what you think,” she said, trying to quickly move on.

“Will do. I’ll get out the lotion and give it a whirl right now, in fact,” he said, leaning back in his large high-topped leather chair while he smirked at her.

“Fucking hell, Dave. I didn’t need to know that. A bit of professionalism wouldn’t go amiss,” she told him.

“I’m just messing around, relax. But I think I will watch it now. You’re welcome to join me. You can fill me in on all your artistic choices,” he said, hopeful that she would agree.

“Sounds like fun, Dave, but as you already said, I’m not on today. I’ve got a full day scheduled so I can’t hang around,” she said, lying.

She did have a full day but could absolutely afford an hour or two to rewatch it with him. But she figured it was a bad idea. He’d get worked up and probably try something. She didn’t trust him to behave himself. If she was brutally honest with herself, she didn’t trust herself either. She had spent hours watching the footage already. Watching herself on camera had made her wetter than Niagara Falls.

Best to avoid the whole scenario.

“At least run me through the intro?” he said, trying one more time to convince her.

“See you later, Dave,” she said, already halfway out the door.

Dammit, Dave thought to himself. He should have played that better. He had wanted her to stick around.

Truthfully, he hadn’t expected her to be done with it so quickly. She had surprised him by showing up out of the blue with the finished product. He’d had a plan all laid out in his head where he would engineer a situation where she was **** to watch it with him. It had involved a large screen TV, a lot of ****, and some trademarked Dave manipulation. He had planned to be railing her by the credits. Now, that plan was fucked. Maybe he could salvage it somehow. Say he wanted to make some changes, perhaps? Demand a review with her present to go over some alterations, perhaps. He’d have to think on it. Ponder the possibilities.

In the meantime, there was no reason he couldn’t enjoy himself. He stuck the USB stick into his computer and opened up the video. He leaned back in his chair, and unzipped himself. He also clicked “Jack” on his phone and called downstairs.

“Jack, get Jenny up here,” he said down the phone.

“Boss, Jenny doesn’t get in for another few hours,” Jack told him. Dave grumbled something unintelligible down the line.

“What was that, boss?”

“I said, tell her to get her ass up here when she does get in, okay?” Dave snapped.

“Sure thing. Will do,” Jack answered, quickly.

Dave hung up the phone. He wasn’t sure he could wait that long. Some good old fashioned manual grip and rip might have to do. He watched as Lara’s beautiful face, with her masked eyes, filled the screen.

Yeah, not a hope of me lasting until Jenny gets in. Old School it is, he thought as he gripped himself.

***

Jo tried to act casual as she leaned against the wall outside the locked server room inside The Pearl. She was waiting for her moment to resume picking the padlock. Another dancer had walked by and nearly seen Jo crouched in front of the door, fiddling with the lock. Jo had pretended she was bending down to pick something up and gave the other dancer a smile as she walked past. She had gotten lucky it had worked. But it might not work the next time. She needed to get in there and retrieve her monitoring device before it was discovered.

Jo quickly bent down again and jammed the rake into the lock, jiggling it in and out at different angles. She was hoping to get lucky and just brute **** the lock open. She wasn’t skilled enough to try a more precise approach. It had worked last time, she figured it would again.

With a click, the padlock sprung open. She quickly unlocked the door and headed into the warm server room. She squeezed past the large rack and scanned the back of the servers, looking for her USB stick.

Where is it.... where is it? She thought, starting to panic.

Jo searched frantically, knowing she likely only had seconds before being discovered. It wasn’t in the slot it was supposed to be in. She bent down and checked the floor, hoping that perhaps it had fallen out but she knew it was a vain hope. Admitting the obvious to herself, she exited the room and put the padlock on the door. She headed towards the changing rooms, her heart hammering through her chest.

It was gone. She could only think of two explanations. Lenny had discovered it, and removed it. He was extremely technically savvy. He’d know what the device was instantly. He’d know that somebody had broken in. Again. Maybe he’d assume it was the same hacker? Was she that lucky? Jo wasn’t sure if Lenny could figure out where it came from and who had installed it but the thought scared her.

But the alternative concerned her more. Maybe Lenny had nothing to do with the disappearing USB device? That the mysterious Alderson Kalikow had taken another visit to The Pearl and found it himself?

Jo knew that Lara was due to meet the man soon. She had been invited to Lenny’s Dungeons and Dragons session according to Mike. Alderson was supposed to be there. Jo just hoped that her own fuck up with the monitoring device wouldn’t come back to bite her and Mike in the ass.

***

Lara got out of her car and closed the door behind her. She couldn’t help but stare at it, now in pristine condition. She had done so repeatedly since she had gotten it back from the restoration shop.

She loved the work they had done. It looked brand new. Which was an improvement as Lara had bought it second hand from a dodgy looking pre-owned vehicle dealer several years ago. But now? You couldn’t tell. It looked like she had driven it straight off the lot.

She tore her gaze away from her cute little car and walked across the car park outside Lenny’s building. She spotted Alan waiting for her exactly where he had texted her he’d be, leaning beside the fancy water fountain near the entrance. His eyes lit up as he saw her.

“Hey there, stranger,” Lara said to him.

“Wow. Just.... wow,” Alan said as his eyes roamed over her body.

She giggled as he took in her outfit. She had dressed up for the occasion as Britney had suggested. Lenny had told her she was playing some sort of magical spell caster so that’s the look she had gone with. And she had gone all out.

Her top was a deep violet colour, made of an iridescent, shimmering fabric that seemed to change hue as she moved. The corset-like bodice was cinched tightly at the waist, accentuating her narrow midriff and the tantalizing curve of her breasts. The neckline plunged deeply, proudly displaying an expansive amount of her impressive cleavage. The corset was laced up the front with intricate, ornate silver laces.

Around her neck, she wore a large amethyst pendant dangling between her breasts. At least, it was what Lara hoped would pass for an amethyst. She wasn’t sure what it was really made from. Her hair was piled atop her head in a wild, messy bun of braids and loose curls, with silver pins woven throughout. She didn’t normally wear her hair up like this but figured it fit the look she was going for.

Below her corset, a sheer, gossamer skirt of translucent black lace flowed down her legs. The skirt had a split up one side, offering teasing glimpses of her long, shapely legs and the alluring curves of her hip. The lace was trimmed with more of that shimmering violet fabric, creating a stunning visual effect. To complete the look, she had painted her lips a deep, lustrous red and her eyes a smoky black and violet that she hoped looked appropriately “witchy” enough.

Alan shook his head in amazement as she posed for him. She looked every inch a sexy sorceress. “Can we scrap the plan and just go back to my place?” he asked, only half joking.

“Hey, you changed your hair!” she exclaimed in surprise as she noticed it for the first time.

“Uh, yeah. I just fancied a change. Do you like it?” he asked, his lips pursed together as if nervous of the answer.

Oh crap. He changed his hair. For me. God dammit, Lara.

Lara had lightly teased him over his cauliflower style haircut a couple of times during their phone calls. What she had meant as light ribbing and teasing, he had clearly taken to heart and gone out and completely changed it.

She had to admit, she much preferred the new look. It was cut short in the back and the sides and tapered up to a sort of French crop look. He looked handsome.

No more criticising his looks, even in a joke. People have insecurities, you bitch.

“I love it. Very dashing. You look like David Beckham,” she said, heaping praise on the new look.

“Really? You actually like it?” he asked, smiling now.

Show him, Lara.

She didn’t answer him again. Not with words anyway. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. His hands went to her waist and held her firmly as their lips met.

It was a soft, tentative kiss at first, merely a brushing of mouths. Alan's lips were warm against hers, moving with a gentle pressure that made Lara's heart flutter. She melted into the kiss, her full lips parting slightly to allow him to deepen it. His tongue traced the seam of her mouth, teasing her, coaxing her to let him in.

As they started to make out, Lara realised something. We’ve never done this before.

She had blown him while under the influence of drink and ****, on video, at Will’s fateful party. They had talked on the phone nearly every day for weeks. They had talked for hours, sent flirty and sexy texts back and forth. They had shared details and emotions with each other. Alan was also the only person to know about how Will and Rob had roofied and **** her. And yet despite all that, they hadn’t seen each other since his emotional visit to her old apartment.

This is our first kiss.

And what a kiss it was. Slowly, the softness of their kiss began to shift. The tender pressure of Alan's mouth increased, his kisses growing more insistent, more demanding. Lara nipped at his lower lip, tugging it gently with her teeth before soothing the sting with her tongue. Her tongue swept over his lips as she dipped it past his and into his mouth again. Alan groaned softly, his grip on her hips tightening as she explored his mouth with her tongue. Alan's hands slid down to cup the curve of her ass, squeezing lightly. He pulled her flush against him. He could feel her chest against him, even through the corset.

His tongue delved deeper, stroking along Lara's tongue in a sort of dance. Their kisses grew sloppier, more ****. Lara decided to stop before they both got carried away. She pulled back gently and they stared at each other, still close.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” Lara told him, her voice breathy.

“Me too,” he said back, still staring into her eyes.

“We can’t get too carried away, though. We have a job to do, remember?” He nodded.

Following her latest meeting with Mike, Lara had decided to tell Alan about her role in Mike’s investigation of Captain Price. She trusted Alan, and frankly she needed somebody to talk to about everything.

She had left out certain details, such as the manner in which she had met Mike. She had simply told Alan that an undercover cop had approached her and asked for her help as an insider working in The Pearl. That he wanted to bring Captain Price down. Lara had explained to Alan that she felt she owed it to the girls at the club to help get rid of the slimy, corrupt fucker.

Alan now knew about Dave’s bribery payments to Price, the hack at the club, the stolen money from Dave’s accounts, and the mystery man who they thought had done it. The man who Lara was here to meet at Lenny’s game night. Alan had offered to help.

The plan was that while Lara was inside Lenny’s apartment playing DnD with the guys and learning all she could about Alderson Kalikow, that Alan would break into his now empty apartment and do some snooping.

“Yes, but I’m a little nervous about my part, Lara. I thought it would be easier,” he told her.

“You said you’d been practising?” she asked him.

“I have been. Lots of videos, guides and tutorials. Lara, there is this lawyer guy on YouTube who picks locks for fun. He’s incredible! It’s like he just looks at a lock and it opens for him. He’s like a lock wizard or something. He’d fit right in with your game tonight,” he said.

“You have your little pick?” she asked, unable to help herself from smiling at the innuendo.

“Hey! It’s not that little,” he said holding up the small metal pick along with a tension wrench.

“How about an upgrade?” she said, as she reached into her purse and pulled out a leather pouch. She unravelled it and held it up for him.

“Wow. There are like thirty different picks in there. Where did you get this?” he asked, surprised that Lara possessed such a collection.

“A friend of a friend,” she said cryptically.

The “friend” in question was Colin, Jack’s boyfriend who she had recently met. Colin did this sort of thing for a living. He was a locksmith. She had called Jack and asked if Colin would mind sharing a few tips. He had been delighted. He told her that most of his work involved simply drilling out the locks but on occasion when the client didn’t want any damage, he would go the picking route. He had dropped off a full set of picks for Lara, with some basic instructions written inside. Thankfully, he hadn’t asked what she planned to do with it. It meant she didn’t have to lie to him, which she appreciated.

“Well, your friend is clearly into their lock picking. This will make things easier, for sure. There are so many!” Alan said, taking the leather pouch, looking impressed.

“There are some tips in there. Use them. And Alan? Please be careful. If you get caught, I’ll never forgive myself for roping you into this,” she said to him. He reached out and squeezed her hand in reassurance.

“I volunteered. I want to help. Don’t worry, I won’t get caught. My YouTube locksmith master has taught his young padawan well. You’ll see. I’ll be in and out in minutes.” he told her, grinning confidently now.

“Remember, there are six apartments on Lenny’s floor. We are going to be in 402. Alderson Kalikow’s apartment is 405, across the hall. Got it?” she asked.

“Got it,” he confirmed.

“Okay, go hide somewhere. I don’t want Britney to see you and she’ll be here soon. Text me updates as you go.”

He nodded and went to hide somewhere out of sight. It was dark now. He’d be fine as long as he was careful. Lara played around with her phone for a few minutes while she waited for Britney to arrive. It was getting a little chilly so she started to consider the idea of waiting inside when finally, a car pulled up. Britney got out of the Uber and walked towards Lara.

“Hey, Lara. Oh, wow. You look amazing!” Britney said, practically gushing with praise at Lara’s outfit. Lara smiled and gave her a quick spin.

“Thanks, Britney but I think you have me beat,” Lara told her.

Britney had sent Lara a couple of “work in progress” photos as she had cobbled together her outfit so Lara had a fair idea of what she was going for but the finished product was an impressive sight regardless. Lara had to admit, Britney's bard outfit was a breathtaking blend of enchanting and erotic.

Her top was a daring shade of emerald green, a low-cut blouse with sleeves that fell just off her shoulders. The neckline wasn’t quite as scandalous as Lara’s but still showcased the blonde’s impressive assets, with a clear view of the valley between her breasts. She had gone braless.

Daring, Lara thought.

Below this at her waist was a large embroidered green and silver coloured belt, emphasizing Britney's narrow waist and the flare of her hips. Her skirt was a matching shade of green, a flowing, layered affair with a high slit up one thigh. The skirt appeared to be made from silk and swished and swayed with each step. It did a good job of showing glimpses of Britney's long, toned legs. The hem was trimmed with lace in a shade of darker green, creating a pleasing contrast to the eye.

On each wrist, she wore a couple of bracelets, one gold and the other silver. Each had fantastical designs of mythical creatures engraved on them. Her boots were also emerald with some silver highlights in their colour, and came to her thighs. The bottom of the boots had stiletto heels that appeared tricky to walk in. Britney made it look easy. She had also curled her hair slightly so that it flowed down her back in a wave of golden curls. It shimmered when the light caught it at just the right angle.

Lara was impressed with the effort Britney had gone to, especially as the blonde had been a little confused at first. “What exactly is a Bard, Lara?” Britney had asked her the previous day over the phone. Lara had googled it and sent Britney a few pictures of what to aim for, minus the musical instrument. Britney had nailed it.

Lenny had made the pair of them character sheets himself, telling Lara she would be playing a sexy Warlock, and Britney would be playing a sexy Bard. Lara figured the “sexy” part wasn’t actually part of the class and that Lenny was adding it in himself. She didn’t mind. It made it more fun. Britney’s enthusiasm for dressing up had rubbed off on Lara and she had truly enjoyed putting everything together. Now, they got to show it all off.

“Well, lets head in. Our fellow adventurers await us!” Lara said dramatically as she linked arms with Britney and they walked into the lobby of the building. The doorman nodded at them as they entered, clearly aware that costumed guests would be arriving. Britney gazed at her surroundings and looked visibly impressed.

“This building is super fancy. Is Lenny rich or something?” she asked as she gazed around at the display of opulence surrounding them.

“You looking for a sugar daddy, Brit?” Lara teased her, trying out a nickname for the blonde for the first time.

“Well, I wouldn’t say no. A girl’s got to be looked after, ya know? But Lenny’s too young to be a sugar daddy. Maybe his father?” she said giggling. Lara laughed along with her as they entered the elevator and she pressed the button for floor four.

“So, have you met the other two guys? Lenny’s friends?” Britney asked her as the elevator shot upwards. Lara shook her head.

“No. He told me they both live in the building, though. If they are anything like Lenny, they’ll be pushovers. I wouldn’t worry about them trying anything,” Lara told her, trying to reassure her.

“I wouldn’t mind if they tried. At least a little,” Britney told her with a sly grin. “It would be insulting to show up looking this good and not have to fend them off, wouldn’t you say?”

“Britney, these guys probably aren’t going to be like the guys at the club. They’re nerds. They’ll be inexperienced. And shy,” Lara warned her.

“Well, maybe we can tease them a little. Bring them out of their shells. Give ‘em a thrill. What do ya say?” she asked, her southern drawl more pronounced now.

“If you’re game, I’m game. But just a tease, alright? I’m not planning on any orgies or anything,” Lara told her.

“No promises,” Britney said, scandalously.

Okay, so far we have gorgeous. We have sweet. We have a little naive. Add a bit of “wild” to that mix. Good to know, Lara thought as she learned more about her new friend.

They approached the door and pressed the door bell that was so advanced looking, it could fit in on the set of Star Trek. Just like the last time that Lara had visited, she heard a low buzzer sound and the door opened automatically for them.

“Is the door magic?” Britney asked as they stepped through.

Lara hoped she was joking. Lenny strode up to meet them. He wasn’t in costume, but he was the Dungeon Master. He would guide their game so she assumed he didn’t need to be.

“You two look so sexy! Holy crap!” he said as he ogled them lustily. Lara noticed Britney arching her back and sticking her chest out beside her.

Fuck it. Couldn’t hurt. Lara copied her, giving Lenny an eye full.

“Guys? The girls have arrived,” he called out behind him.

Lenny led the pair of beauties through the living room and towards a long, wooden table. Lara noticed a large game board was spread out in the middle, along with an assortment of different miniature props and creature models at the head of the table, clearly where Lenny was sitting. There were two other guys sitting at the table. They both looked up and waved as the girls approached.

Okay. Remember the mission. Mike is counting on you. One of these guys is Alderson Kalikow. Gotta find out which one.

The two men sitting there could be described as in costume, although barely. Compared to the effort and display the girls had shown, it seemed lacklustre. One had on some leather wrist guards along with some shoulder pauldrons. The other simply wore a large and pointy, grey wizard hat.

“Evening gents,” she said as she sashayed over to them.

“I’m Lara,” she said introducing herself.

“Oh no, you’re not! Not tonight anyway. We don’t use real names here. Only character names!” Lenny said firmly from beside her.

Are you fucking serious right now, Lenny? I need to know who he is! she thought to herself, exasperated.

“You two girls have your own, ready made characters on the sheets in front of you,” he explained.

She took a seat. Britney took the seat next to her with the two unnamed men sitting across the table from them. Lenny took his seat at the head of the table. Lara looked down at her character sheet.

“Okay, I am a sexy Warlock named.... Sexsora? My name is Sexsora? SEXSORA, Lenny? You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, looking up at Lenny, clearly unimpressed by his choice of name.

“What? It’s a perfectly cromulent name!” he shot back, grinning slightly. The two boys opposite her broke out in some good natured laughter. Lara just sighed.

“I suppose it could be worse. You could have named me Chesty La Rue or something. What’s your character’s name, Britney?” she asked the blonde sitting next to her.

“I am Lustella, the sexy Bard,” she announced proudly to the group. The three boys cheered. She stood up slightly and leaned across the table to the man opposite her, holding out her hand.

“I’m Lustella! Please to meet you!” she said as he took her hand and kissed it, in a regal manner. “Oh, my!” she said clearly enjoying his act of chivalry. He introduced himself while glancing at her cleavage which was on display from her leaning.

“Welcome to the party, Lustella. I am Tormund, legendary Fighter and victorious knight of many a campaign,” he declared, holding up his character sheet. Unlike the sheets the girl’s possessed, his was long and had a detailed drawing of his character. The picture showed a man with immense muscles, practically bursting out of his vest. He stood proud and tall as if in a Captain America-style pose with a chiselled jaw to match. “Tormund” wasn’t a bad-looking guy, particularly for a nerd, but clearly the artist had taken some artistic liberties with the sketch.

“Ooh, he’s so sexy!” Britney cooed, her eyes glued to the drawing. Tormund blushed a little. Both girls looked down at their sheets some more.

“Oh my god, Lara. I have so many abilities! It’s a bit overwhelming,” the blonde said.

“Oh my god, Sexsora you mean. There is no Lara here tonight!” Lenny said, correcting her.

“Right, right. Sorry, Sexsora,” Britney said, smiling at Lara.

“I forgive you, Lustella,” Lara said while rolling her eyes.

“Okay, so I’m Sexsora and we’ve met Lustella and Tormund. Who is this mysterious man across from me?” she asked while eyeing the guy with the pointy wizard hat. He kicked his chair back and stood up dramatically.

“Greetings all! Behold, for you are in the presence of Feldritch, fearsome and cunning Sorcerer who hails from a faraway land!” he said while waving his arms around. “Oh, and I have a couple of levels in Cleric too,” he added, undermining his impressive introduction slightly.

“Hi, Feldritch!” Britney said, cheerfully.

“Yeah, good to meet you,” Lara said.

Lara felt the need to ask a question that had occurred to her during his introduction. “Wait, so you are a Sorcerer and a Cleric? How does that work? Can we do that?” she asked, turning towards, Lenny.

“It’s called multi-classing,” Lenny answered. “Most of Feldritch’s levels are in Sorcerer but he has a couple in Cleric to compliment his character. Yes, you can technically do it too but I wanted to keep it simpler for your first time so I made you two just a pure Warlock and a pure Bard. All your spells are listed on your sheet along with a basic description,” he informed her.

She nodded in understanding. Okay so no real names. So which one is our guy. Feldritch or Tormund?

“Do you guys live in the building?” she asked, trying to figure things out.

They both nodded their heads in affirmation. “Yeah, I’m on the first floor,” Tormund answered.

“I’m actually pretty close by, just across the hall from Lenny,” Feldritch told her.

“Cool,” she answered simply.

Okay. So Feldritch must be Alderson Kalikow.

She gave him the once over. She could tell from when he had stood up to introduce his character that he wasn’t tall. Merely 5’7 or perhaps 5’8. He was dressed well, she assumed he either worked in an office or surrounded by wealthy people. That matched up well with his supposed job as a translator. His shirt and trousers were professional looking. She figured if he added a tie to the mix, he’d look ready for work.

It was his eyes that stood out. A deep and sparkling blue. Almost hypnotising. He didn’t strike her as a criminal. But then, she wasn’t a cop. Did she really know what one was supposed to look like? Besides, all Mike and Lara knew about his law breaking was that he had supposedly hacked into The Pearl and stolen money. She supposed he fit the bill for a white collar criminal.

“So do you two guys LARP with Lenny?” Lara asked the pair. Tormund had a confused look on his face at the question but before he could answer Lenny interrupted.

“Do you two girls know how attacking works?” Lenny asked. They both shook their heads. “It’s not that complicated. You roll two dice. One for your chance to hit, the other for damage. We roll both at the same time to increase the pace of play. You need to roll a certain number to hit. This can be improved or hurt based on your Ability Scores, the numbers that make up your character. Strength, Dexterity, and so on.”

“Look, Sexsora! I have so much Charisma!” Britney exclaimed happily.

“That means you are really pretty,” Tormund said, trying to be helpful. Britney beamed at him and he blushed for a second time tonight. Lara decided to save him from his embarrassment.

“What are we drinking?” she asked.

“Well, Tormund and I don’t drink,” Lenny said.

“Beer for me, please,” Britney said. Lenny slid a bottle down the table towards her.

“I’m on the whiskey,” Feldritch answered, holding up his glass.

“Want some tequila, Sexsora?” Lenny asked, clearly remembering Lara’s love of the drink.

“Yes, I’ll have a glass,” she answered. “Actually, no. Wait. You have the bottle here?” she asked, her reflexes kicking in.

Lenny nodded and pointed towards the kitchen. Lara got up and picked up a glass and the bottle herself before sitting down and starting to pour. “I’ll pour it myself. Portion control, ya know?” she said smiling.

She hoped she hadn’t been too obvious. Lara knew that these guys weren’t Will and Rob. Not every guy out there was looking to roofie and take advantage of her. But she couldn’t ignore the warning in the back of her mind. She wasn’t going to let that happen again. She would pour her own drinks. Just for peace of mind. She downed her first glass.

Fuck, that’s bloody great. The warmth spread through her nearly instantly. She hadn’t had any since that night. She’d missed the feeling.

“I love all your little men, Lenny!” Britney said, interrupting Lara’s thoughts as the blonde surveyed the table in front of them.

“Yeah, I’ve been collecting them for years. Makes for a more interesting game when you have lots of monsters,” he replied, clearly proud of his assortment of figures.

“Where’s the Demogorgen?” Britney asked, seriously. The boys all chuckled.

“No Demogorgen tonight, I’m afraid. Maybe next time. Tonight, we’ll keep things simple. I will be your Dungeon Master and guide you through the story I have created. However, feel free to deviate at any time. I will adapt to your prompts as they happen. Are we ready to begin?” he asked the group.

They all nodded except Feldritch, who Lara now knew was really Alderson. He spoke up. “I have an early start tomorrow so I’ve got to go around 11pm. Let’s try to be done before then, okay Lenny?” Feldritch said. Lenny nodded his assent.

Okay, so done by 11pm. That still gives Alan plenty of time to snoop around his place, she thought to herself.

Lenny continued his introduction. “We’ll be using 5e, with a couple of third party monsters and spells for tonight.” Feldritch and Tormund nodded. Lara just gave him a blank stare. She had no clue what that meant.

“You four adventurers are currently in the town of Sinderlin. You have teamed up because there are rumours of an ancient treasure chest, hidden in the mountains nearby. You want to recover these riches before anyone else does....” he explained.

Lara picked up her phone as Lenny talked and typed a quick text message to Alan. The coast is clear.

***

The coast is clear.

Alan read the text from Lara and moved from his hiding spot and towards the entrance to the building. The doorman was on his break. Alan had timed it just right. He walked towards the elevator and got in, pressing the button for the fourth floor.

He tried to calm himself, his adrenaline spiking. He had never done anything like this before. It was exciting but also nerve-wracking. The elevator opened and he strode down the hallway. He passed 402 on his left.

That is where Lara and the boys are playing the game. He kept walking until he reached 405 to his right. Alderson Kalikow’s apartment. He took a quick glance around and kneeled down in front of the locked door. He unrolled the fancy pouch Lara had given to him, marvelling at the assortment of picks and hooks. He picked one out and inserted it into the lock.

“Nothing on one, a click out of two, three is binding....” he chuckled to himself, happy with his imitation while simultaneously having virtually no idea what he was doing.

This could take a while....

***

Lara put the phone down. Alan would text her when he was inside. That was the plan anyway. She turned her attention back to Lenny.

“....and the weather is pleasant as you travel along the road together. Suddenly, the group notices a large, wooden chest at the side of the road. What do you do?” Lenny asked the group.

“I run over and try to open it!” Britney exclaimed, excitedly.

“No, wait!” Tormund said, trying to stop her.

“Too late! Lustella reaches the chest but it’s a trap! A giant spider leaps out of the chest and attacks the group,” he said, smiling that somebody had taken the bait. He placed a large spider figurine on the board in front of them.

“Oh no! Sorry guys,” Britney said.

“It’s just Lenny and his stupid fake chests. He does this a lot,” Tormund said rolling his eyes, clearly fed up with this particular trope of Lenny’s.

“The spider is massive, the size of a brown bear. It’s spiny legs sprawl out before it. The spider’s many eyes stare at you as it readies its attack. You can see the hairs on....”

“Yeah, okay. It’s a big scary spider. Please stop describing it. You’re freaking me out,” Lara said, interrupting him.

“The spider approaches Tormund and attacks!” Lenny said. Lenny picked up two dice and rolled. “It hits! You lose 22 health,” he said writing it down.

Tormund gasped and clutched his chest dramatically. Britney giggled at him. While covering her mouth with her hand.

“Okay, Tormund. You’re up,” Lenny told him.

“I use Action Surge, enabling me to attack multiple times. I then swing my mighty sword, repeatedly striking at the hideous spider,” he said as he rolled the dice multiple times.

“You land your hits and do 46 points of damage. Let’s see it.”

Tormund leapt from his chair and swung an imaginary sword over his head, pretending to bring it down on an imaginary spider. He returned to his seat and explained, noticing the perplexed looks from the girls.

“We act out our moves. It makes things more immersive,” he said to the girls as they stared at him in disbelief.

What a bunch of lunatics, Lara thought but she couldn’t help but enjoy his committment to the part.

“Okay, Sexsora. What do you do?” Lenny asked Lara.

Lara stared down at her list of spells, trying to pick one that would be good. “Um, it’s a spider, right? So i guess it doesn’t like fire. I’ll use this thing. It’s a level 2 Evocation spell called Scorching Ray,” she said.

“Nice choice,” Feldritch said from across the table. She grinned at him, happy with his praising of her choice of spell.

“Okay Lara, pick up those six sided dice, all three of them and roll them twice.”

“That many times? Wow. Okay...” she said as she rolled.

“Okay so you hit the spider for 28 damage. Act it out!”

How exactly do I act this out?

“Um....shazzam?” she said as she flung her arms out in front of her. The entire table erupted into laughter and started clapping at the attempt. “Come on guys, don’t laugh. That’s what I imagine it would sound like,” Lara said, turning red.

“You did great, Sexsora. In fact, you killed the spider! It erupts into flames and then explodes,” Lenny told the group. The entire table cheered in celebration. “But the exploding spider has one last trick up it’s sleeve. From its corpse, comes a dozen tiny spiderlings with 1 health each. They leap onto Lustella and attach themselves to her,” Lenny explained.

“Ew, gross. I hate spiders,” Britney said.

“It’s your turn, Lustella. What do you do?”

“I get these disgusting spiders off me, I guess,” she answered.

“Yes, but how?” Lenny asked her, patiently.

“Oh god. I don’t know. Help me Lar....Sexsora. What should I do?” the blonde asked looking at Lara for help. Lara leaned over to look at her list of abilities.

“Maybe this one? A level 1 Evocation spell called Thunderwave? It hits lots of things at once,” Lara said, reading the sheet.

“Yeah! Now you’re getting it,” Feldritch said, clearly impressed at how quickly the girls were picking up the nuances of the game.

“Right so, Lustella. Pick up those two dice and roll,” Lenny said. Britney did as instructed. Lenny rolled some dice of his own. “Okay, you hit all six of the spiders you aimed at. They all fly away from you and die in a hail of thunderous electricity,” Lenny said.

Britney stood up and held out a hand. “Bzzzzzzz” she yelled out.

Lara broke down in a fit of laughter beside her. “And I thought mine was bad. Was that lightning or a swarm of bees?” she asked Britney while giggling.

“You be quiet. Or I’ll zap you too,” she said back.

“Okay, Feldritch. You’re up. Lustella has six spiders still on her. What do you do?” Lenny asked.

“I guess I use my level 1 Evocation spell called Burning Hands. I can hit three of them that way,” he said while rolling three dice.

“Okay, act it out,” Lenny said, with a sly grin. Feldritch just stared at him for a moment before asking the obvious question.

“Do you mean.....”

“Yeah. It’s Burning Hands. Go put your hands on her,” Lenny told him, giving him a sly wink when nobody was watching.

“Yeah, Feldritch. Come put those hot hands on me,” Britney said, not being able to get through the sentence without laughing at the absurdity of what they were doing. Lara looked over at her and raised her eyebrows. Britney just kept giggling.

The little tease. She wasn’t kidding earlier.

Feldritch walked over to Britney and just stood in front of her and to the side as she sat. He reached out his hand and rubbed her shoulder a little.

“One was here,” he said as he gently massaged her shoulder. “And another was here,” he said as he brought his hand down to her thigh and started to stroke her leg.

“The third one was here,” Britney said softly and stuck out her chest to him.

He hesitated for a second before reaching out and taking her left breast in his hand and squeezing gently over her emerald coloured blouse.

“I’ll help!” Tormund shouted out and leapt out of his chair and over to Britney. He grabbed her other breast and started to palm it firmly.

“Mmm, yeah. Get those nasty spiders, guys,” Britney said, her eyes closed as she sat in the chair while both men groped her. Lara figured “Lustella” was aptly named as she could see the obvious lust in both men’s eyes as they felt Britney up.

Okay, you don’t get to have all the fun, Brit.

“A couple of spiders landed on me too, guys,” she told them with a sultry gaze.

Feldritch turned to her and smirked. He left Tormund with Britney and strolled over to where Lara was sitting. She leaned back in the chair, presenting her corseted up breasts to him. He wasted no time in reaching out.

He didn’t grab crudely though, he merely ran the back of his hand across the exposed portion of her chest. His subtle touch surprised her. She had expected him to attack her tits with gusto. He then lightly ran his fingertips over the violet fabric of her corset, where her nipples were. She inhaled sharply as he teased them through the fabric.

We’re not the only ones able to tease, apparently.

Feldritch was gently playing with Lara, and Tormund was now mauling Britney with one hand while another was touching her somewhere below the table. Lenny finally spoke up.

“Okay, all the spiders are gone,” Lenny said.

“Let’s be really sure though,” Tormund said, mashing his right palm into the pliable flesh and moving his left faster under the table, drawing a soft, breathy moan from Britney.

“Well, you can keep going if you want but four bandits are approaching on horseback,” Lenny told them.

They all looked up at him and then at each other. Feldritch gave Lara’s left nipple one more flick through her corset and then returned to his seat. Tormund, was in no such hurry until Britney laughed at him and pushed him away.

“Go, quickly. We’re under attack!” she told him. He reluctantly returned to his seat.

“Yes, you are,” Lenny told them all. “The fake chest with the spider? Placed there by the bandits. Their plan had been for the spider to kill you all and then they would steal all your stuff. But with their spider dead, they ride towards you with more ill intent. They dismount 40 metres away from you and approach you on foot,” Lenny said, while placing four bandit figurines on the board and removing the spider.

“What’s a metre compared to a foot?” Britney asked, confused about how far away they were.

“Doesn’t matter; they close the distance. The lead bandit speaks first.” Lenny affected a deep, booming voice.

“I am Marv, leader of the sticky bandits. If you want to escape with your lives, take off all your clothes and possessions and lay on the ground,” Lenny said, portraying the bandit leader.

“Fuck that nonsense,” Lara said, looking down at her sheet and then back up to the board.

“These two bandits here, the leader guy and his friend. They are close together, yes?” she asked.

Lenny nodded.

“Well then I cast my level 3 Evocation spell called Fireball!” she announced.

“Okay. Sexsora forgoes any negotiations and decides to talk with fire. Take four of the six sided dice. Roll them all twice and add it up,” Lenny told her. He rolled his own dice for their Dexterity save.

“Um, 42 total,” Lara announced to the group.

“Your mighty fireball flies through the air and lands with a fiery explosion between the two men. One is instantly incinerated. The other succeeded in his save roll, and hops to the side, only taking half damage. He is badly wounded but still alive. Act it out.”

Fireball. I can do a fireball. Shawn had Street Fighter when we were kids.

Lara rose from her seat, put her hands together and turned away from them. With a quick twist of her body, she thrust her arms out close together towards the board while shouting “Hadouken!”

The group burst into a round of applause at her enactment of the spell. Lara gave a little bow before sitting back down.

“Wow, Lara. I really believed it. Go you, you little actress!” Britney whispered into her ear as she leaned over.

Okay, this is super silly. But Tormund was right. Acting this stuff out is a lot of fun.

“The other bandits launch into action as they watch their leader burning and their other companion turn into a pile of ash. Everyone, roll for initiative.” The two guys picked up a dice and rolled. The girls just stared at each other in confusion until Lenny explained.

“Sexsora has attacked, initiating combat. Everyone else rolls and we use the number with your Dexterity to see who goes in what order.”

They both nodded and rolled their own dice.

“Okay. This bandit fellow over here, he runs up to Feldritch and tries to bash him over the head with his hammer,” Lenny said as he rolled a twenty sided dice.

“It hits you!” Lenny cried out.

“No it doesn’t. Lenny, my Sorcerer has Mage Armour until the next Long Rest,” Feldritch says, correcting him. Lenny looked back down and noticed his error.

“Oh, yeah. Right. So your AC is 13 and not 10. Yeah, it doesn’t hit you. Well spotted.”

This game is complicated, Lara thought to herself.

“So the bandit misses his attack on Feldritch. Lustella, your turn.”

“Sure. I um.....I cast....oh god I don’t know. What should I do?” she asked, crippled by her choice paralysis.

“It’s fine, Lustella. Just take your time. Pick something that can hit several of them at once,” Tormund said softly, leaning across the table to hold her hand. She gave him a look of appreciation and then bent her head down to study the sheet in front of her.

“This one! I use this one. My level 1 Evocation spell called Flash. I Flash them!” she said.

“Smart,” Tormund told her.

She beamed over at him, clearly delighted with her choice. Lenny rolled a Constitution save for his bandits.

“So Lustella Flashes the group. The burning bandit leader and the henchman beside him are both blinded. The guy at the back here, manages to cover his eyes. Act it out.”

The group looked on in utter astonishment as Britney rose out of her chair, grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled it over her head, revealing her braless breasts to the group. She stood there proudly, her chest on full display as the men gawked at her magnificent tits. Lara couldn’t help but stare too.

“Jesus Christ. Look at them,” Tormund said, as if by reflex. Lara shook her head in disbelief at what the blonde had done. But really, should she be surprised?

For the boys in the group, this is incredible. For Britney? This is a Tuesday.....

“Um, Lustella? I think the spell was like.....ya know.....a big flash of light? I don’t think it means you actually flash them your tits,” Lara said, trying to be serious but unable to keep the amusement from her voice.

“No, this is better,” Tormund said, still staring at Britney.

“Yeah. Way better,” Feldritch chimed in.

Britney gave a little shimmy of her chest and then sat back down. Her breasts jiggled obscenely as her ass hit the chair. Lara also noticed, the southern beauty wasn’t putting her top back on. All eyes in the group were locked on her until Lenny broke the spell.

“Tormund, you’re next,” Lenny said after clearing his throat. Tormund ignored him and continued his leering.

“TORMUND!” Lenny said, more forcefully now.

“Right. Yeah. The bandits. Sure. I move between the burning bandit leader and this guy over here. I cleave, swinging so that I can hit both,” he said and rolled his dice. “They are Blinded by the incredible Lustella, so I have advantage.” He rolled again.

“The bandit leader gets scythed in two by your mighty great-sword. The other guy has his head chopped off due to your critical hit. His headless corpse falls to the ground with a thud,” Lenny explains.

Tormund rose from his chair and spun around in a circle with his arms in the air. Lara couldn’t help but laugh. It did not look as cool as he had hoped, clearly trying to impress the now topless Britney. It looked decidedly goofy instead.

“The fourth and last bandit turns towards Lustella and wants ****. He casts a Blindness of his own. Lustella, roll for your Constitution save,” Lenny said.

Britney reached out and she threw the dice in front of her. It tumbled along the table before landing on a two.

“Now, you are blinded!” Lenny walked over to Britney, staring at her incredible tits as he went and put a blindfold over her eyes.

“This is so kinky,” the blonde said to the group. “If I knew this game had this sort of role play, I’d have started years ago.”

“You won’t be saying that when the bandit kidnaps you and takes you back to his sex dungeon,” Lara reminded her.

“Oh, yes I will,” Britney said, smirking in Lara’s general direction.

“Never fear, Lustella. He isn’t taking you anywhere. I cast the most powerful spell in my arsenal, the level 6 transmutation spell Disintegrate!” Feldritch bellowed.

He picked up five dice and rolled them twice. He then put one hand into the air and snapped his fingers.

“The bandit looks on in horror as you Thanos snap him into oblivion,” Lenny said.

“I don’t feel so good, Mr. Stark,” Lara quipped. There was a chorus of guffaws at the joke. “Yes, boys, even we’ve seen that one,” she said.

“I haven’t,” Britney said, clearly confused about what just happened.

“So, you might say that.....you didn’t get that reference?” Feldritch asked, chuckling to himself.

“Right let’s move on. With all the bandits dead, Lustella is still blind for another nine turns.”

“Well, we are out of combat so we should Short Rest,” Feldritch suggested.

“Oh contraire, mon ami. You are not, in fact, out of combat. A second group of six bandits approaches from the south, clearly with the same group you just fought. They will be on you within two turns.”

“Six more bandits? I don’t think we should tangle with them. Let’s flee,” Tormund suggested.

“Lustella is still blinded though,” Lara reminded them.

“So we have to fight,” Feldritch said solemnly.

An idea suddenly came to Lara. “The horses! The first group arrived on horses. Let’s use them to escape. We can do that, right?” Lara asked the group.

“Good thinking, Sexsora. Yeah. Let’s escape on horseback,” Tormund added.

“Unfortunately for you, Sexsora’s giant fireball from earlier spooked two of the horses and they fled. Only two horses remain. And there are four of you,” Lenny told them, an idea instantly forming in his mind.

“We can share. Fit two to a horse,” Lara suggested.

“Okay. Act it out,” Lenny said, grinning from ear to ear.

Yup. Walked into that one. Well done Lara, she thought to herself.

Lara rose from her seat and walked around the table to sit on Feldritch’s lap. At the same time, Tormund, clearly delighted with life, took the blindfolded Britney by the hand and settled her onto his own lap.

“Off you go. The horses gallop away from danger with Sexsora and Feldritch on the lead horse, and Lustella and Tormund following close behind on the second. Act it out, fellows,” Lenny said, clearly pleased his plan had come together for his friends.

Tormund took the opportunity to start bouncing Britney on his lap, as if to simulate the galloping horses. She gasped as he held her by her waist and rocked her up and down in his lap. Tormund also reached up and removed her blindfold, now that they were clear from danger.

“My saddle is pretty hard,” Britney said, looking over her shoulder at Tormund.

“The saddle must like you,” he replied back. She giggled and began to grind into him.

Lara was also enjoying the attentions of her own riding partner. He had his hands wrapped around her waist also, but was using his thumbs to press into the small of her back, massaging her.

That feels damned good. Alderson Kalikow might be a digital thief, but he has the skilled hands of a real one, that’s for sure. Digital thief. As in digits. He’s massaging you with his fingers. Good one, Lara she thought to herself as she started to slide her ass into him.

She could feel his hardness growing beneath her. She leaned forward so that he had better access for his massage and started to slowly and sensually twerk on him. She looked across as Tormund now had two hands on Britney’s bare breasts again, resuming his groping from earlier. Lara watched as Britney turned her head towards him and started to kiss him as she moved her ass in circles on his lap.

The irony of the situation was not lost on Lara. Even during our time off, we end up giving lap dances. We may as well still be at work!

She was jolted out of her thoughts as she felt Feldritch pull her back to him so that her back was flush with his chest. His wizard hat lay discarded on the floor, thrown off at some point as she ground into him. He reached one of his hands around her, dipping it under her lace skirt to massage her upper thigh. Her lower body and his hands were under the table but it would be obvious to anyone paying attention what he was doing.

“Is this okay?” Feldritch whispered from behind her, as he slowly moved his hand up and down, inches from her sex.

“Sexsora likes how your hands feel,” Lara replied back, beginning to enjoy herself now.

The group heard Lenny’s voice again, clearly deciding to break up the impromptu lap dance session he had engineered.

“You have put several miles between yourselves and the bandits. They are far behind and no longer a danger. Your horses slow,” Lenny said.

“Now, lets not be too hasty. We should keep going. Better to be safe, than sorry!” Tormund exclaimed, his voice a little ragged from the lap dance.

“Oh, he is so right,” Britney said, her voice low and sultry as she resumed making out with the nerd, still riding him, now turned sideways on his lap.

While this was going on, Feldritch had worked his fingers up to Lara’s underwear and was rolling his fingers around the sensitive area through the fabric. Lara had her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling as she squeezed her thighs around his hand.

This guy knows what he’s doing. I’m getting really worked up here. Should I stop him?

“I cast Create Water,” Feldritch whispered into her ear as his fingers probed further, stroking and teasing, building a rhythm that he figured she would enjoy. Lara's breath hitched in her throat, her body beginning to tense as pleasurable sensations coursed through her.

Suddenly, he dove his fingers past her g-string and into her wet pussy. She had to bite her lip to stop from moaning aloud as he started to finger her. She brought her own hand down and beneath her skirt to play with her clit as he fingered her.

Across from them, Britney was now using her hand to rub and caress Tormund’s cock through his slacks. She was whispering something in his ear as she did it, but it was too far away for Lara to hear. It probably wouldn’t have mattered if she was close enough to hear, as Lara found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything but the growing heat between her legs.

Ugh, I’m close.

Feldritch’s hand was now moving at a rapid pace as Lara arched her back sharply as she started to come. A powerful orgasm crashed through her. Her inner walls clenched and fluttered around the invading digits, drawing them in deeper as the waves of her orgasm coursed through her trembling body. He slowed his pumping fingers as she rode out the orgasm on his lap.

As the aftershocks began to subside Lara couldn’t quite believe what had happened. She had teased him while on his lap and he teased her right back with some delicate stroking with his fingers. It had escalated quickly. Her orgasm had come out of nowhere.

Lara couldn’t believe he had made her come that fast, with an audience no less.

Maybe the audience is why? She figured that Britney and Tormund were lost in their own world but as she glanced to her left, she knew Lenny had watched the entire thing. Lenny looked like he was ready to move the game on.

“Ahem, right so the woods have become too dense to continue on horse back. The horses struggle to move forward through the foliage and finally stop. So you guys can dismount now and continue on foot,” he told the group.

“Hmph,” Lara grunted slightly as Feldritch removed his fingers from inside her and she slid off his lap. Her legs felt like jelly as she walked around the table and back to her seat. She took a swig of tequila as she looked over at Britney, who was now straddling Tormund with her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.

“Break it up, guys,” Lenny said, irritation starting to show on his face and in his voice.

“Uh, me and Lustella want to turn the horse around and head to an inn. To hell with the treasure,” Tormund said.

“Do we, now?” Britney said, her eyebrows raised. “Sorry, sweetheart, I’m ending my first game of Dungeons and Dragons with more than one sackful of booty,” she said, getting off his lap and giving her own ass a loud smack. She sashayed back to her seat and blew him a kiss as she sat down. She leaned over to Lara and started to whisper to her.

“Lara, am I insane or did you just....” she asked.

“Yes, Brit. I did. He’s not just a magician in the game, he’s a magician with his hands,” Lara said, a little embarrassed that Britney had actually noticed her coming.

“You go, girl. Get yours,” she told Lara.

Lara sheepishly looked away from Britney and busied herself with her phone. It was probably a good idea to check her messages anyway. It had been a long while. Alan was surely finished his snooping by now. Her face dropped as she saw a blank screen in front of her. Her phone was dead, its battery completely depleted.

You idiot! Why didn’t you charge it before you left home?

“Hey, Lenny? Can I borrow your phone charger? My phone is dead,” she said.

“Sure thing, Lara. Hand it over to me an I’ll plug it in for you,” Lenny said. He stopped himself a moment later. “Wait, you have an android, right?”

“No. iPhone 14,” Lara answered, now worried.

“Sorry, Lara. I’m an android guy. USB-C only here,” he said, apologetically.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.

She now had no way of knowing what stage of the plan Alan was at. Was he still lock picking? Surely not. He’d be inside at least. Maybe he was already home? But she had no way to be sure. The idea of Feldritch, or rather Alderson Kalikow walking out the door, seeing Alan inside his apartment and calling the cops scared her to ****. She would have to prolong the game as long as possible. Give Alan as much time as she could.

Come on, Alan. You’re already sitting at home, waiting for my call to report on what you found, right? I’m worrying over nothing. Right?

***

Alan wiped the sweat off of his brow as he worked the lock pick for the umpteenth time. He had been at this for what felt like hours now and was no closer to getting inside the door. Either this lock was top of the line, or he was terrible at this. Or both.

Okay, don’t keep trying what doesn’t work. Change strategies. He looked down at the pouch full of picks and noticed the folded sheet of paper for the first time. The tips! Of course! Lara said there was a bunch of tips written down.

He unfolded the piece of paper and quickly scanned through it. He noticed the section on brute **** attacks and picked up what he thought was the right one. The rake. The idea was to slide it in and out quickly and at different angles in the hopes it would bump the pins into the correct place on it’s own.

So push it in and hope for the best. Ha! That’s what she said, he thought, unable to ignore the obvious joke, even to himself.

He jammed it in and started to wiggle while putting pressure on the tension wrench with his thumb. With a click, the lock suddenly turned and the door swung open. Alan nearly cheered out loud before he remembered where he was.

Next time, finesse goes out the window. I’m trying the rake first.

Alan stepped into the room and made a cursory glance at his surroundings. Alan had never been inside Lenny’s apartment but Lara had described it as nerd heaven. Collectibles and comics everywhere along with models and figurines.

This appeared to be nothing like that. This apartment was clean and functional. Spartan even. The apartment of a professional who didn’t like knick-knacks or personal items cluttering the place. It felt to Alan like a show apartment. Barely lived in.

He walked to the kitchen and opened up the large fridge. It was completely empty except for two bottles of champagne. Expensive champagne at that. He closed the fridge door and opened some presses and cupboards. Mostly empty except for a couple of glasses and plates. He opened drawers and found no cutlery of any kind.

This is so odd.

Alan walked through the living room and moved into the bedroom. He went to the closet and opened it to find a three-piece suit. Two of them in fact, neatly hung in the closet along with two pairs of socks and two pairs of briefs underwear. No other clothes were in there.

He closed the closet and stared at the perfectly made bed.

Either this guy makes his bed with military precision, or this bed hasn’t been slept in for a while. This gets weirder and weirder.

Next, he checked the en suite bathroom. One bar of soap and some neatly folded towels. No toothbrush. A single roll of toilet paper. That was it.

He came back out to the living room and spied the computer on the glass table in the corner. He walked over to it and examined it. It was clean. But it didn’t match the rest of the place. Alan noticed that some surfaces had a layer of dust while others like the computer and desk did not. There was also an ass-print on the office style wheeled leather chair in front of the desk.

Somebody has been using this computer, for sure.

He turned to the large screen TV and picked up the remote, playing a hunch he had. Alan turned it on with the remote and waited. He was not surprised with what he saw.

Please press here to begin initial setup. Yup. I knew it.

This TV had never been turned on. Alderson Kalikow clearly wasn’t a **** to the idiot box. Alan was about to continue searching the place when he remembered he should update Lara. He opened his phone and started to text.

Inside the apartment now. Checking it out. I’ll give full report later, he texted.

Little did he know, Lara had no way of reading this message. He continued his search of the odd apartment.

***

Lara downed another drink to calm her nerves. It worked somewhat. She took a deep breath and focused. She just needed to prolong the game. Give Alan the time he needed. Lenny was talking again.

“So the four of you have cut through the heavy brush and are through the heaviest of it. You come to a flat clearing. Suddenly, two wolves appear,” he said as he slammed down two wolf models on the board.

“I take my mighty sword and....” Tormund began before being interrupted. Britney had her nose buried in her character sheet, clearly looking at something.

“No! Wait! Wait. Lustella uses....uses......I use Speak with Animals. I can do that as a Bard, right?” Britney asked the group, uncertain now.

“Yes, you can,” Lenny affirmed, clearly surprised at Britney’s clever way of avoiding combat.

“Way to go, Lustella!” Lara cheered, also impressed with the topless blonde’s choice of action.

“So I go up to the wolves and tell them we are peaceful, and mean them no harm. I ask them to let us pass. Oh, and I also ask them if they know of any place where there might be treasure nearby!” Britney said.

“Yeah, good thinking,” Tormund added.

“The wolves have no interest in fighting you and tell you there is a large temple to the north of here that the animals avoid. It might have your treasure there. Woof,” Lenny said, adding quite a silly dog bark at the end.

“I thank the wolves for the information,” Britney said, getting up off her chair and walking over to Lenny. She pressed her naked breasts into his face as she brushed her hand through his hair, her fingers dancing through the strands and massaging his scalp.

“Who’s a good boy? You are. Yes, you are!” Britney cooed as she pet Lenny’s head like she might a dog. He appeared to be enjoying it.

“If Lenny shows up to the next session in a full fur suit, we know who to blame,” Feldritch said with a sly grin. They all laughed as Britney stopped petting and returned to her seat.

“Yeah, that better not have awakened anything in me. Anyway, the wolves move off. What do you do?” Lenny asked the group.

“We take their advice, I guess. Head north towards this temple,” Tormund answered.

“You travel up the path heading north until you reach a large, crumbling building of ancient design,” Lenny explained.

“We go inside. I hold out my Sorcerer’s staff and cast Light upon it, so we can see where we are going,” Feldritch said. He held out an imaginary staff and turned his head towards Lara, smiling.

“Shazzam!” he said, imitating her incantation from earlier. She laughed at him, taking the gentle ribbing good naturedly.

“Ha-Ha. Very funny,” she said, shaking her head with a smile. Lara could hear Britney chortle beside her under her breath.

“As you progress through the tunnels, you come to a large chamber. It has circular stone pillars at each corner, holding up the ceiling and large braziers that bathe the room in a warm glow. You notice an undead skeletal warrior in front of you, blocking the narrow bridge which is the only way across. He is armed with a sword and a shield. Past the bridge he is blocking, there are two paths behind him, one leading left and the other leading right. He is scary looking but has not made a hostile move yet,” Lenny explains.

“We approach him, carefully,” Tormund said.

“He begins to talk. He tells you that the treasure lays ahead but that no party of four can claim it. The chest will only open for two souls, and no more. You must decide for yourselves who continues on and who turns back. But before that, he will attack you. He says, come at me with all you have and prove that you....” Lenny said, his dramatic role playing cut short by Lara.

“I cast Eldritch Blast on the skeleton,” she said simply, and rolled her dice. Lenny looked at her in surprise before recovering.

Lara pushed out her hand towards the board, miming a telekinetic push.

“You hit, for 18 damage. It is barely a scratch on the skeletal warrior,” Lenny said with confidence. The confidence soon disappeared as he realized what spell she had cast. He frowned as he remembered her spell also came with Repelling Blast.

“Oh, and your spell pushes him back several metres. He.....falls off the bridge and into the deep chasm below,” he explained, clearly annoyed that his skeletal warrior was no more.

The girls high-fived each other in celebration while Feldritch started repeatedly poking Lenny in the arm, clearly delighted with the Dungeon Master’s failed plan.

“She fucked your guy up, Lenny,” Feldritch said in delight.

“Yes well, shit happens I guess. But his warning still stands. Only two of you may open the chest. You must decide somehow who gets it,” Lenny said, eager to spread some dissension within the group.

“Should we just roll for it? Decide that way?” Tormund suggested to the group. Feldritch looked down at his watch.

“Well, its past 11pm. It’s late so I say we split it between the two of us and end this thing,” he said, turning towards Tormund beside him.

“I don’t want to kill the girls,” Tormund said.

“We won’t. We’ll use non-lethals and just knock them out. Think of all the gold we can take with us back to the main campaign! All the gear we can buy with it. The other guys will be delighted.”

“Feldritch! How could you!” Britney shouted at him from across the table. He simply grinned back.

“All’s fair in love and war, Lustella,” he said and turned back to Tormund.

“I dunno, man....” Tormund said as he glanced at Britney, clearly not happy with the idea of turning on the blonde. He thought he might have a shot with her and didn’t want to ruin it.

“Bro’s before...uh...girls,” Feldritch said, catching himself. Tormund sighed.

“I guess. But don’t fucking kill them. We get them low and then non-lethal. Agreed?” he said, finally acquiescing. Feldritch nodded.

“Ya’ll are the worst!” Britney said while glaring at the boys, her southern drawl becoming more pronounced as she got angrier.

Lara couldn’t help but admire the ruthlessness of their plan. Up until that point she had trouble countenancing the behaviour and actions of the man across from her with the person that Mike had described. He just didn’t strike her as a criminal. He still didn’t but the way he had turned on the girls so fast for the gold, even in a game, was food for thought.

“What do we do, Sexsora?” Britney asked her, panicking a little, not wanting her character to die. She had become attached to it.

“We run,” Lara replied simply. “Dungeon Master, I cast my level 2 Illusion spell, Invisibility,” she said, waving her arms about randomly in what she hoped would approximate an invisibility spell.

“Good idea. I think I have that one too. We can go invisible and try to sneak....wait. Hang on. Scratch that. I cast my level 4 Conjuration spell, Dimension Door!” Britney said, thrusting a finger into the air in triumph.

“What does that do?” Lara asked, worried that Britney might get herself killed.

“It allows me to teleport both of us to safety, as long as it is within sight. Where should we go?” she asked the brunette.

“One of the passages leading to the treasure room. The one on the left,” Lara suggested.

“Now come on girls, let’s not be too hasty,” Feldritch said, worrying that having to run after them would take forever and he’d be at this all night.

“Too late, Feldritch. Lustella transports the pair of them to the left passage and they run through it. The door slams shut behind them,” Lenny explained.

“I guess we give chase?” Tormund suggested.

“Yeah we go through the other passage to the right,” Feldritch said.

“You run to that passage but the girls have chosen the superior path. Yours is winding and slower. They will reach the treasure room before you, with time to spare,” Lenny told the group. The girls started to hoot and holler in celebration. “Don’t celebrate too quickly, the final challenge is ahead. And you will need the time advantage you have gained. And then some,” he said ominously.

“You reach the final room, the treasure room. You see a gigantic gold plated treasure chest adorned with rubies and sapphires. It has a hole in the centre where a large key would likely fit. At the other end of the long room, you see the key, hanging from a hook on the wall. But guarding this key is a large Minotaur,” Lenny told them.

“What the fuck is a Minotaur?” Lara asked, confused about what he was talking about.

“It’s a big, strong mythical creature with the head and tail of a bull and the body of a man,” Lenny explained, while placing a model on the board. “This one is large and angry. He has an AC of 18 and a ton of health. He also has excellent stealth detection. He would be difficult to handle with a group of four, much more so with just the two of you.”

Lara noticed Feldritch check his watch one more time. “Guys, I hate to be that guy, but it’s almost 12pm. I really have to get some sleep. Can we pick this up another time?” he asked. Lenny and Tormund nodded as if they were about to agree.

Fuck, I have to keep the game going. Give Alan more time. I need something dramatic. To distract them.

“Uh, Lenny? This Minotaur. It’s a male, right?” she asked.

“Yes,” Lenny answered, not sure why that would matter.

“So he has a dick?” she asked, crudely. All three guys laughed at this question.

“Yes, he has a dick,” Lenny answered, bewildered.

“Where are you going with this?” Britney asked her, also confused.

“It’s simple. I’ll seduce him. When he is busy with me, you’ll grab the key!” she said, smiling.

“Oh, smart thinking!” Britney said, clapping her hands together.

“Ah, not so fast! In order to seduce him, you’ll have to get close to him. And he will smash any person that approaches him to bits!” Lenny answered, spoiling her plan.

Lara frowned and looked down at her list of spells. She scanned through them looking for something that could help. She found one that just might.

“No problem, Dungeon Master. I don’t need to get close. I’m a sexy Warlock. I cast, Mage Hand!” she said dramatically. Lenny and Tormund just stared at her and then each other, confused about how that could possibly help. Feldritch had picked up on it immediately.

“Oh, very good. Genius, in fact. This girl is a god damned genius. Bravo, Sexsora” he said, laughing to himself as he applauded her. She rose out of her chair and gave him a wink.

“You mind enlightening the rest of us?” Lenny asked, still confused.

“Well Sexsora might not be able to approach and seduce him. But he won’t notice this disembodied floating hand until it is too late,” she said as she approached Lenny. Realization dawned on his face as she kneeled down in front of him and unzipped him, fishing his now hardening cock out of his slacks.

“The Mage Hand starts to stroke the fearsome Minotaur,” she said softly as she took him in her hand. Tormund looked on in shock but Feldritch merely leaned back in his seat to watch as she started to jerk Lenny off.

Starting at the base, she wrapped her slender hand around him. She began to stroke him with deliberate slowness, her hand gliding up and down in a languid rhythm. Her grip was light, almost a caress, as she worked him with sensual purpose. She smirked at him as he shifted in his seat.

Lenny let out a groan, his hips jerking involuntarily as she stroked him. Lara took her time, her hand never ceasing its lazy stroking, her fingers squeezing and kneading his shaft. She could see him starting to leak pre-cum, a tiny dollop of it visible at his tip.

With that sign of encouragement, Lara began to speed up her movements, her hand pumping his cock with increasing urgency. Her grip tightened, her strokes becoming more purposeful and demanding. She could feel his balls drawing up tight, his cock swelling and throbbing in her grasp.

“Fuck, Lara. That feels amazing,” Lenny said, his face getting flushed.

“Lara? Who’s Lara? There is no Lara here. Only Sexsora,” Lara said, goading him a little. She was getting her **** on him for his insistence that everyone use their character names. Britney laughed from her seat as she watched the Dungeon Master squirm under Lara’s touch.

Sensing he was close, Lara increased her efforts, her hand now a blur as it flew over his shaft as she squeezed and stroked. The whole room could hear Lenny panting now.

“Lara....Sexsora, I’m close" he said with ragged breath. "Can you take me in your mouth?” Lenny pleaded with her.

“I’m afraid that is impossible. Sexsora is far away. Only the Mage Hand is stroking the Minotaur. There is no mouth to take you,” Lara said, enjoying denying him what he wanted.

“Fuck. Guys, one of you grab me a towel from the bathroom. Quick!” he said as he tried to hold on. Lara wasn’t going to slow down. He groaned and with a final, hard squeeze and a twist of her wrist, she sent him hurtling over the edge.

He caught the towel that Feldritch had thrown him just in time. His hips jerking forward as he exploded. Lara felt the first hot, thick ropes of cum paint her fingers as he began to unload. Jet after jet of his cum pumped out of his cock, coating her hand and firing into the towel that Lenny was holding. She continued to milk him through his intense orgasm, working his shaft with steadfast efficiency until she had wrung out every last drop.

Lara wiped her hand with the back of the towel and then licked her fingers clean for effect as the group watched. Lenny slumped back in his chair and sighed.

“The Minotaur is sated by the talented Mage Hand. He lays down on the floor and falls asleep,” Lenny said, clearly wishing he could do the same. Lara and Britney both chuckled.

“Of course he fucking rolls over and falls asleep. He’s a male-o-taur,” Lara joked as she sat back down in her seat.

“With the Minotaur now sleeping, I walk up and grab the key!” Britney said, the excitement clear on her face. They were about to win.

“Alas, before you can use the key to claim your treasure, Feldritch and Tormund have travelled through the slower path and have caught up with you,” Lenny said as he moved Feldritch and Tormund’s figures to within 20 metres of the girls on the board.

“They’ve done the hard work for us,” Tormund announced.

“You would have jerked off the Minotaur too?” Britney asked him, teasingly.

“Uh, that’s um....no, I would have thought of something else,” he stammered, his cheeks flushing red once more in embarrassment.

“Well, it’s time to take the key and claim the treasure. Come on, Tormund. Let’s finish this. I cast my level 6 Evocation spell, Chain Lightning,” Feldritch said. He picked up five dice and rolled them twice.

“Girls, roll some dice for your Dexterity save,” Lenny told them. Both exchanged worried looks and rolled.

“The Chain Lightning crackles in the air, hitting Sexsora for 42 damage and Lustella for 21,” Lenny informed the group. Feldritch leapt from his chair and held out both arms in front of him while wiggling his fingers.

“Unlimited power!” he yelled while imitating a grizzly old man’s voice.

“Okay, Sexsora. Your turn. How do you want to play this?” Lenny asked.

Lara was deep in thought. If the boys killed or incapacitated her and Britney, they’d take the treasure and the game would be over. If by some miracle they managed to defeat the boys, the outcome would be essentially the same. The girls would win. Game over. Everyone would head home, and she still had no way of knowing if Alan would be caught with his pants down and spend the night in jail.

What the fuck do I do?

The dopey grin still on Lenny’s post-orgasm face gave her the answer. She would pull another Mage Hand type trick. Delay. Prolong the game, or at least distract them. She leaned over to Britney and whispered in her ear.

“We don’t win this with brawn. Let’s use what we have. Follow my lead, okay?” Lara whispered to her. Britney nodded her head in assent.

“I cast my level 2 Necromancy spell, Blindness on Feldritch,” she said, as she picked up the blindfold that had earlier been used on Britney. She walked over to Feldritch and waited for him to roll his saving throw.

Come on. Get lucky. If my spell fails, he’ll win the game on his next turn and I can’t have that.

“A three. Feldritch, you fail your Constitution saving throw. You are now blinded and have disadvantage on all attacks you perform. The girls also get advantage on you,” Lenny explained.

Oh, I’ll be taking advantage alright, Lara thought. She placed the blindfold over his head. Feldritch couldn’t see a thing. Lara didn’t return to her seat. She stayed standing behind his chair, a loose plan already forming in her mind.

“Lustella, you’re up,” Lenny told the topless blonde. Lara gave Britney a knowing look. Britney stood up and started walking around the table towards Tormund in her boots with their stiletto heels. She had her character sheet in her hand.

“I cast my level 1 Enchantment spell, Charm Person on Tormund,” she said as she sauntered up to him. She placed her sheet on the table and then leapt onto the seated Tormund. He groaned as she landed on his lap. She started to grind into him and then rose up a little to smother his face with her large bosom.

“Do you feel Charmed, Tormund?” she asked as she started to motor-boat the nerd.

“Yerf, I ferl very churmed,” Tormund said, his words coming out muffled and drowned out by her chest.

“Okay, so Tormund is Charmed. He cannot attack Lustella on his next turn,” Lenny said, not quite grasping yet where the girls were leading the game.

“Back to you, Feldritch,” Lenny said.

The blindfolded man paused for a moment to think. “I can’t see my sheet. No matter, I guess I cast Crown of Madness on Sexsora. I have that one, right Lenny?” he asked, unsure of himself. Lenny nodded and then realized that the man couldn’t see him so spoke up.

“Yes, you do,” he said, helpfully. “Lara roll a Wisdom save.”

“No. I cast Counter Spell as a reaction move, nullifying his Crown of Madness” she said with confidence. Lenny looked at her in complete shock but Feldritch only grinned, still blindfolded.

“I told you this girl was a genius,” the blind Feldritch said, clearly appreciating the challenge.

“Yeah, guys I think we’ve been played here. First time playing, my ass! If this is her first time playing, she’s a DnD savant or something,” Lenny said, shaking his head in disbelief at what was happening. “Your turn again, Sexsora. What more do you have up your Warlock’s sexy sleeve?” Lenny asked.

“I cast my level 1 Enchantment spell, Dissonant Whispers,” she said. She didn’t wait for a saving roll. From her standing position behind his chair, she simply bent down over his shoulder and brought her mouth to his left ear. He could feel the softness of her breasts press into his shoulder as she did it. She started to whisper.

“Hey there, Feldritch. Why are you fighting me? Wouldn’t you much rather be my friend? I can be really friendly, especially with Sorcerers who have such talented hands. Hands that made me cum. Wouldn’t you like us to be friends? So that I could return the favour? Wouldn’t you like to feel my hot, warm mouth on your cock? Feel me take you deep into my throat? Or would you rather bend me over this table and fuck me from behind? Dominate me, make me yours? Wouldn’t that be more fun than fighting?” she whispered seductively in his ear. Feldritch took an audible and noticeable gulp and wet his lips subconsciously.

As Lara continued to whisper into his ear, beside them Britney had stopped teasing Tormund with her breasts and had slithered down to her knees. She unzipped Tormund and took his large cock out. Her eyes lit up as she saw it. He was impressive. Seven inches at least. She smiled at him as she reached up for her character sheet. After a quick glance she put it back down on the table.

“Dungeon Master, I will cast my level 3 Divination spell, Tongues,” she said while staring up at Tormund. “Wouldn’t you like to feel my tongue on you?” she asked lasciviously.

The man nodded emphatically. She leaned forward and started to lick up and down his already rock hard length.

“Uh, actually Lustella, the spell Tongues refers to you being able to understand a foreign language when.....” Lenny began before Tormund interrupted him.

“The lady can use her tongue whichever way she wants to and....OH FUCK,” Tormund said as Britney took all seven inches of him to the hilt and into her throat. He looked down in amazement at the blonde. He’d had a few blowjobs in his life but had never been deep throated before. He figured no real-life woman could take him.

Admittedly his sample size was small but he had figured he was simply too long and he wasn’t going to push the issue with any woman he was lucky enough to land. Britney had taken him with ease. She started to bob on him, continuing to take him fully. After a few moments, she pulled off his cock and answered the unasked question.

“No gag reflex,” she said with her southern drawl before continuing the stellar blowjob. Tormund simply rested his hand on the top of her head as she worked and thought about how lucky he was. He had read that one in four women had no gag reflex. He considered the statistic bullshit. As far as he was concerned, Britney was a god damned unicorn.

“Dungeon Master, I want to cast a spell,” Tormund said as she blew him.

“Sure. Why not? Go for it,” Lenny said with a hint of exasperation, clearly realizing the game had gotten away from him.

“I use my Fighter’s Eldritch Knight ability to cast my level 2 Transmutation spell, Enlarge/Reduce,” he called out.

“And what do you cast it on?” Lenny asked, not sure what Tormund was trying to accomplish.

“I cast Enlarge on my dick!” he said, roaring with laughter. Lenny rolled his eyes as Britney released his dick with a pop.

“Honey, yours is plenty big enough already,” she said as he continued laughing at his own joke.

Off to the side, Lara had finally stopped whispering her erotic imaginations. Feldritch was breathing harder, having listened to every word. She could see the tent in his trousers.

“Fuck this. I’m taking the blindfold off. I need my eyes. Your other senses, do not in fact, get stronger to compensate. Matt Murdock is a fucking liar,” he said as he tore the blindfold off his face. He turned to face Lara as his eyes readjusted to the light.

“Good. You’ll need to be able to see for this. I cast my level 2 Enchantment spell, Enthrall, giving me total control of what you see,” she said, standing in front of his chair in a sexy pose.

“Okay. You now control my vision. Where do you **** me to look?” Feldritch asked, glancing over at Britney sucking off his friend and figuring it had something to do with that.

“I **** you to look right here,” she said as her hands worked in a flurry at her laces and she tore off her corset, revealing her naked breasts to him. She gripped them with her hands and presented them to him. He obeyed and just stared.

He marvelled at her breasts, full and perfect. They were large, easily filling her hands as she cupped them, the creamy skin smooth and unblemished. She released them from her hands and they bounced back into place, now rising and falling with each breath she took. His eyes devoured the soft and pillowy mounds that begged to be touched, their weight and heft apparent as they sat high on her chest, not needing any support. The rounded underside tapered up to a pink nipple that jutted proudly outward. They were simply exquisite. He had to feel them in his hands.

“I cast Hold Person,” he said, his facial features and voice now filled with lust.

“What does that do, oh great and powerful Sorcerer?” Lara asked, determined to play her role well.

“It means you can’t move a muscle while I do this,” he said as he strode past her, moved in behind her and grabbed her breasts roughly in both hands and squeezed. A loud, unrestrained moan escaped her as he mauled her breasts, and she started to grind her ass into his hardness.

“You guys are going out of turn!” Lenny said, slamming his fist down in frustration at the debauched orgy that was developing in front of him. Lara figured he was mad that he wasn’t participating.

Too bad, Leonard. This night isn’t about you, and you’ve already had your fun as the Minotaur.

Feldritch ignored Lenny’s comment and started to kiss Lara’s neck as he played with her nipples. She moaned again and leaned her head back to give him better access. Suddenly he stopped and stepped away from her. She turned to him in surprise and disappointment. She had been enjoying it.

“I cast my level 1 Enchantment ability, Command, on Sexsora,” he said, smirking at her.

“And what do you command me to do?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.

“I command you to get on your knees and open your mouth,” he said, gazing into her eyes with a steely determination. Lara saw Lenny roll some dice out of the corner of her eye.

He’s jealous, maybe?

“You rolled poorly, the spell fails!” Lenny said, clearly delighted with himself.

“No. No, it doesn’t,” Lara said, locking eyes back with Feldritch as she slowly sank to her knees in front of him. Never losing eye contact, she slowly dropped her jaw and opened her mouth wide for him. He wasted no time in pulling his suit pants off and shedding himself of his underwear. He stepped forward and presented his dick to Lara. He was smaller than Tormund, average size and girth. Maybe five inches, she guessed. Unlike Britney, Lara sill possessed her gag reflex. She had merely trained herself to tolerate it. She wouldn’t need the training with Feldritch. She could take him easily. And she did. Lara opened wide and took him into her mouth, bathing his cock with her tongue as she did it.

“Fuck,” he groaned aloud as he felt her mouth close around him. She fluttered her tongue along his underside and she took him easily to his base. It was no challenge for her. She heard Tormund speak as she pleasured Feldritch with her mouth.

“Hey, DM. I want to cast another spell,” Tormund said as Britney looked up at him with curiosity, his dick still lodged in her throat. With a loud “glack” sound she removed his dick from her throat and mouth and waited to see what he would do next.

“I cast Entangle. What do you say, Lustella? You want to become entangled with me?” he said, grinning at her.

“Sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask,” she answered back.

“You aren’t a Druid! You don’t even have Entangle!” Lenny shouted over at the pair.

“Who fucking cares....” Tormund said dismissively as he picked her up and carried her a few feet away from the chair to lay her down on the rug. She wrapped herself around him as he pulled her skirt down, pushed her tiny g-string to the side and entered her with a long thrust. Her breath hitched in a sharp gasp as he started to move in and out of her.

“Fuck me, Tormund. Sheathe your enormous sword into it’s home,” Britney moaned.

Lara would have laughed at the awful porn-style dialogue coming from the blonde if her mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied. She was giving Feldritch, or rather Alderson Kalikow, a slow and torturous blowjob, still cognizant of the plan to draw this out as much as possible for Alan’s benefit.

Lara bobbed her head, taking his length in and out of her mouth in a slow, steady rhythm. It was enthusiastic, but languid. She was glad of her choice to wear her hair up. It stayed well out of the way. She moved back up to the tip as she lavished his cock with long, slow licks. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, flicking over the slit and catching the bead of pre-cum that had formed at the tip. She could tell he was enjoying it, but also that he was becoming impatient. He wanted more.

Lara could feel his hands fisting in her hair, trying to guide her movements. To increase her pace. But she resisted and continued to set her own pace, determined to bring him there in her own time. She looked up in surprise as he started to speak.

“I cast my level 5 Enchantment spell, Dominate Person,” he said, sneering slightly. Lara realized what he meant as he grabbed her head and slammed it forward onto his cock. He started to fuck her face aggressively.

Lara figured she had teased him enough and allowed him to have his way with her mouth. She closed her lips tightly, creating a hard seal and hollowed her cheeks as he skull fucked her. Her necklace bounced on her breasts as he thrust into her, roughly. It wasn’t that uncomfortable, a larger man could have made it so but she had no such troubles with him. Still, she was glad she was practised at the maneuver.

“Your mouth is incredible. It feels like I’m fucking a silk furnace,” he said, his head lolling back in pleasure.

Lara could see some motion and a shift in position out of the corner of her eye. Britney had rolled Tormund onto his back and was now riding him, hard and fast, her arms held high and wrapped in her own hair. She moaned loudly as she slammed down on his length over and over, clearly enjoying the feeling of Tormund’s impressive cock inside her. Her large breasts bounced and jiggled with each energetic movement, creating quite an erotic sight for any onlookers. Tormund gripped her hips tightly, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh of her ass as he thrust up to meet her downward motions. The room was filled with the lewd sounds of their moans and of her flesh slapping down to meet his.

Lara had come earlier but as she sucked Feldritch, she began to feel a little turned on again while she glanced at the raw, unbridled lust etched on both the faces of the pair beside her. Britney looked like a woman possessed as she rode him at a frightening pace.

“Ugh.....ahh,” she moaned. Britney threw her head back with a scream of completion, her blonde hair tumbling down her back as she convulsed on top of him. Tormund appeared to follow only seconds later, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled himself inside her.

“Fuck, I’m coming Lustella. I’m coming....” he announced, his eyes shut, the feeling almost overwhelming as her walls clenched around him.

Britney stopped her erratic rise and fall and leaned forward, simply grinding into him as their orgasms flowed through them. She could feel the hot cum work through her as he could feel her spasm around his length. Her orgasm finally slowed. She collapsed forwards and lay on top of him, their chests heaving and bodies slick with sweat as he pumped the last few shots into her motionless body.

Lara tore her gaze away, turning back to look up at Feldritch. She could see that he had also been looking at the pair beside them but was now refocused on his own release. She could see him grit his teeth as he controlled her head with his hands, fucking in and out with renewed vigour.

He’s close. Suddenly he pulled back and started to rapidly jerk his cock, pointing it straight at her face. His hand was a blur as he started to speak.

“I...cast...Magic Missile...” he growled, his voice ragged.

Lara saw the first shot of cum fly towards her and hit her in the face. She grabbed his hand and removed it from his dick as the second blast hit her. She dove forward and took the head of his dick into her mouth in time for the third, and sucked hard as she started to jerk him with her hand. He groaned as he nutted into her, unloading the rest of his seed down her eager throat. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure down his shaft as he bucked slightly. She swallowed his cum as she stared up into his eyes, his face relaxing somewhat as her tongue coaxed the last of his load out of him. As the last few dribbles oozed out of his cock, he pulled back slightly and slipped his manhood out of her mouth. He stared down at the woman on her knees in front of him, several globs of cum streaking her face.

“Wow,” was all he managed to say.

Lara rose to her feet and went to the sink to wash off the come from her face. Drying herself with a sheet of paper towel she turned back around to the group. Britney and Tormund were whispering to each other in their post coital bliss. Feldritch was still staring at her and Lenny looked to be pouting at the table, his arms crossed in front of his chest. She assumed Alan was in the clear by now but watching Britney and Tormund go at it had lit something inside her.

Maybe another round? Couldn’t hurt.

She walked over to Feldritch and whispered in his ear. “Lenny looks pissed. Want to bend me over the table and take me, like I said earlier? Really send him over the edge?” she suggested. He laughed and shook his head. “I’m not that cruel. Besides, I’m not sure I could give you my best. You almost sucked the soul right out of me. I think I’m spent, unfortunately,” he said, honestly. She nodded, disappointed but understanding his predicament.

“Next time then?” she asked, grinning.

“For sure. You two are invited back any time,” he said. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and went to put her clothes back on. She heard some of what Britney and Tormund were saying as she passed them.

“I’m Tom, by the way.”

“Britney.” She didn’t break eye contact, her voice a low purr. “Do you mind if I keep calling you Tormund? I don’t know why but I find it really sexy.”

He laughed. “Lustella, you can call me whatever you want,” he told her while leaning in for another kiss.

“So who gets the treasure? I think the girls won, to be honest,” Feldritch said, now with his pants back on.

“Nobody wins. While you four were cavorting about, a mouse came and stole the key. It’s long gone,” Lenny said, grumpily. All four players laughed at his curmudgeonly attitude. “You guys were supposed to fight, not fuck,” he said, shooting them all daggers with his eyes.

“Don’t be like that Lenny. You put on an amazing game. If you weren’t such a good story teller, we wouldn’t have all gotten so worked up, right guys?” Lara said, trying to soothe his ego a little.

“Absolutely,” Tormund said, now on his feet and getting dressed. “I’ve been playing DnD for years. This is the best game I’ve ever had,” he said, not mentioning the fact that it was the first game that had led to sex.

“Well, okay. That’s good I suppose. Still, next time we should consider making a no sexual acts during the game rule,” he said, seemingly feeling better but still wanting to get his point across. Lara raised her eyebrows at him and smirked. “Does the Minotaur get a vote in this new rule?” she asked, pointedly. His face dropped in realization of what she meant. He’d been jerked off during the game too.

“Okay, okay. Point taken, I guess. Anyway, session over. Thanks for coming everyone!” he said, the accidental double entendre noticed only by Lara.

“Yeah, it was a blast,” Britney said.

Tormund and Feldritch were now chatting about the next game with Britney so Lara took the opportunity for a quick word with Lenny.

“This was fun, Lenny. Thanks for inviting me,” she said, being mostly genuine.

“Well, the end may have sucked but the rest of it was pretty great. You were really good, by the way. Like a seasoned pro once you got into it. You should keep playing,” he told her.

“I just might. You spin a good yarn. The twist of the treasure only needing two people was cool. And you seemed calm and relaxed throughout tonight,” she said, impressed that he hadn’t stammered much.

“What? Oh, right. That. Well, I took my Xanax before everyone arrived. It helped,” he told her. She nodded, figuring that’s what he had done. She had seen him pop them before. She moved the conversation on.

“Lenny, I meant to say this to you earlier. You haven’t told anyone about our....rendezvous the other day at my place, have you?” she asked, worriedly.

“Of course I haven’t,” he said, looking a little offended. She pushed harder.

“Come on, Lenny. I know you. You gossip as much as I do and you can’t keep a secret to save your life,” she told him.

“I have plenty of secrets, Lara. I can keep them fine,” he said indignantly.

“Well, this has to be one of them, okay? If Dave finds out, he’ll cause trouble for both of us. Do you understand?” she asked, trying to press upon him the importance of keeping this quiet.

“Yeah, I understand. I’ll keep it to myself,” he said.

“I mean it Lenny, no bragging about how you bagged a stripper. People will figure it out,” she said.

“I know, I know. Exnay on the sex with Aralay,” he said, fancily. She rolled her eyes.

“Good enough. I’m going to go say bye to the guys,” she told him. She walked to the open door and was relieved not to find a kneeling Alan outside of apartment 405. The door was closed. He was clearly long gone. She approached Britney and Tormund standing in the hallway.

“I’m going to call it a night. See you soon, Lara,” Britney said as she and Tormund started heading towards the elevator, hand in hand.

“Talk to you later, Brit,” Lara called after her.

She is totally going back to his place on the first floor. Neither of them will get a wink of sleep.

She turned as Feldritch approached her at the door. “Lenny has my number. You can call it if you want. No pressure. I know this may have only been a one night thing. Even if it was, I enjoyed it,” he said, smoothly.

“Sure thing. Now, you go get some sleep. I don’t want to be blamed for zombie Feldritch if you show up late for work tomorrow,” she said, smiling at him. He started to walk away and she whipped out her phone to get a picture for Mike.

Fuck, I forgot. No battery. She looked back up as she noticed something peculiar. Where was he going?

“Uh, I thought you were heading home? Don’t you live across the hall?” She asked, pointing back at apartment 405 in confusion.

“I do live across the hall. Here, in 406,” he said while pointing at his door. “See you around, Sexsora,” he said with a smile as he entered his apartment.

Lara didn’t answer him. She just stood there, completely dumbfounded at this discovery and shocked at her own idiocy.

He doesn’t live in 405. He lives in 406. Lara, you are a fucking moron!

Feldritch wasn’t Alderson Kalikow. He was just some guy. When Lenny had said he was playing with “his friend from across the hall” it had never occurred to her that he might mean somebody else. She turned on her heel, hoping she was wrong but needing to confirm this with Lenny. She walked back into his apartment and straight up to him.

“Lenny, what is Feldritch’s real name?” she asked, fearing the answer.

“No names during DnD,” he replied, smirking at her.

“Leonard Kowalski, the game is over. Tell me. Now,” she demanded, using his full name firmly, in no mood for games.

“Fine. He’s Kevin and Tormund is Tom. Why?”

Confirmed. He isn’t Alderson. Jesus Christ, Lara. What will Mike think? You are such an airhead sometimes. In the meantime, she needed to answer Lenny as to why she wanted to know his name. And lie about it. She needed to question Lenny about the occupant of 405 too. Carefully.

“Oh, I just wanted to know more about Feldritch in case we play again,” she said, trying to cover the real reason. “Also, who lives in 405?” she asked, trying to appear nonchalant and casual. He gave her a weird look that she couldn’t quite read. Clearly, she hadn’t succeeded in fully selling the lie.

“Why?” he asked, his eyes narrowing. Then his face changed from suspicious to cheerful. “Are you moving again? Are you considering moving in here? That would be great! This building is awesome and we’d be so close!” he said, clearly getting excited at the notion.

“Uh, maybe. I like my place but just exploring options,” she lied. “So is 405 free?”

“I think so. I mean, I don’t know for sure. But I’ve never seen anyone come or go out of it. If somebody does live there, they must hardly ever use the place. Either that or they are even more of a shut in than I am!” he told her.

Great. So we still have no new info on mystery hacker, Alderson Kalikow. Maybe Alan found something out. I’ll call him to debrief when I get home.

Lenny continued talking, interrupting her thoughts. “But even if it is occupied, take 401! That’s empty for sure. Oh, this will be awesome! Imagine us living so close!” he said, looking almost giddy. Lara knew she had to quash this before it got out of hand.

“Steady on, Lenny. I’m not doing anything for certain. I wanted to know, just in case. Anyway, it’s late. I’ll talk to you at work. Thanks for the game. Goodnight, Lenny,” she said as she headed towards the door.

“Goodnight, Sexsora!” he called after her. She rolled her eyes as she closed the door behind her. That name isn’t going away anytime soon, is it?