Check out the noise

Hmm… you better go check out that noise. Shivering, you walk down the aisle of wine bottles and turn left, going deeper into the cellar. Old cobwebs hang from the ceiling, and dead lightbulbs swing on frayed strings. Wooden beams overhead creak whenever someone upstairs takes a step.

Something clatters up ahead.

“Hello?” you say uncertainly.

A dark figure steps out in front of you. You scream and almost lose your wine bottles.

It’s dark down here, so everyone looks like a dark figure. This woman wears a pair of shorts and a polo shirt with a beer logo on it. It’s the delivery driver, the one with the truck outside. She’s groaning and rubbing her back. Behind her is a keg of beer.

“You OK?” she asks you. She has a nametag that says Shelby. She’s your height, but much thicker. She has a bright, friendly smile.

“You scared me,” you say.

“Sorry. Your queen told me to hide this down here. Supposedly,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“Supposedly?” you reply, puzzled. What’s that supposed to mean?

“Your dumbass friends are waiting to scare me at the top of the stairs. Guaranteed,” Shelby says.

“Oh,” you reply. “You’ve been here before.”

“Lots of times. I used to be a member. You don’t look crazy enough to be one of them yet. Pledge?”

You nod.

“Get drunk. It makes everything more fun,” Shelby says, patting your shoulder as she walks by. That’s the most CCL thing you have ever heard. You turn and watch her go, but she turns left instead of right. You follow, seeing her go down a dark hallway that you didn’t even notice.

“Where are you going?” you ask her.

“I told you. They’re waiting to ambush me. I’ll go out this way,” she says.

You stay where you are and listen to her footsteps. A minute later, hinges creak and you hear a bang. There must be a cellar door down there that leads outside. You never knew that, but there’s a lot you don’t know about this big house. Maybe you should go out that way too, and avoid the ambush… but you don’t want to get wet.

You go back and up the stairs, preparing yourself. You hold your wine bottles tight and tiptoe, making as little noise as possible.

It works! You reach the top, and you were so quiet that Lotte didn’t hear you coming. She looks surprised when you come out. You smile at her and hurry away before the blonde can say or do anything. She’s not the only officer that you’re afraid of, but she’s the one you’re most afraid of for sure.

You take the dusty wine bottles back to Cynthia’s room, where she’s ready with a bottle opener and paper cups.

“Hope these aren’t valuable,” Rey says, pouring.

“Who cares?” Cynthia replies, gulping hers down. You do the same. Cynthia is the type that will absolutely be a mad scientist one day if she isn’t already, so you’re not comfortable with whatever she has in mind.

She senses your discomfort and turns to her laptop, pulling something up and playing it.

“There you go,” she says to you. “Your favorite.”

“Shut up,” you say. She’s playing a sex scene from a movie that you like, a historical movie about this lesbian geologist. Maybe it is your favorite. You drink more wine and look at the thing that Cynthia has created. It’s just a modest little dildo, basically… it’s not even that big. Nothing to be afraid of, right?

“Gonna pussy out?” Rey asks, watching your face.

“No,” you say, blushing. You were brave when you came to CCL, and you’ll be brave about this too.

“Then are we going to test this or not?” she asks.

OK, fine. Rey is still bottomless, still sitting on Cynthia’s bed, spread wide. Face red, you sit next to her and lift your legs to slide your panties down.

“Hmm,” Rey says, looking over at you with no shame at all. “Looking pretty smooth.”

You kind of wish you could be a bit more like Rey.

“Nice,” Cynthia says brusquely. You can’t believe she can be so calm in this situation, but she’s… kind of known for not being that thirsty. A lot of girls come to CCL for pussy, but not her. She must have some other reason.

You and Rey watch her go to a drawer and rummage through it. She comes up with two egg-shaped vibrators and turns to face you both, clicking them on. They buzz quietly.

“Oh my god,” you mutter as she approaches.

“Shh,” she says. “Just get in the mood.”

“Yeah, Hailee. Get in the mood,” Rey says, putting her hand on your bare thigh. You firmly push it off.

“Science, remember?” you chide her.

“Science is about to prove you have a loose pussy,” she tells you. “All those guys you couldn’t say no to. You can’t say no to anyone.”

“Shut up,” you say. You haven’t been with a guy since eighth grade, and he was not that big. She’s just doing trash talk because she’s an athlete and that’s all she knows how to do.

You’re still nervous. And it’s a little exciting to be in this situation… but it’s just… not very you. This should be fun. A real CCL girl would be all over this. You have to go through with it.

Do you need more wine?