Devil's Trap

How to seduce Zack…How to seduce Zack…that was the conundrum complexing Victoria Walker as she strode across the dance floor glancing around and using the flashes of coloured beams like a lighthouse beacon to search for her friends. She’d gotten what she’d came for, so now they could leave, but as she looked around, her companions were nowhere to be seen. She’d sent Zack to the bar to get drinks, but a quick glance in that direction told her he wasn’t there. Gavin and Chloe had last been seen heading on to the dance floor, but they’d mysteriously vanished as well. Frowning and continuing her search, her mind turned to the task she’d told Shawn she’d complete.

Fucking Zack again wasn’t going to be an easy task. And this time it had to be alone. And once together, it had to be arranged for Kurt to walk in on them and for Zack not to simply stop once they’d been ‘caught’. It wouldn’t be enough embarrassment for Shawn if Kurt didn’t witness them continue to completion. Maybe if Zack had some reason to be angry at Kurt that he’d want to hurt him…but Zack was rarely that vindictive.

This wasn’t like the threesome down by the lake where it had been purely physical. Though even then she’d spent most of the day wearing down his defences and giving him a reason to doubt Ashley. It had helped that Ashley’s actions continued to be worthy of paranoia. He was unlikely to fall for the same trick twice and Kurt had done nothing to Zack to warrant any retribution. Not to mention Zack had somehow managed to repair his friendship with Chloe, another relationship Victoria would have to navigate around if she wanted to get Zack to fuck her just like she promised Shawn that he would.

Zack also didn’t deserve this. He was a good man, just trying to do the right thing. And when presented with the option initially he’d turned her down. Not that Kurt was evil or any more deserving, but comparatively, he was easy. Sex was always close to the forefront of his mind, though she’d actually found him to much more sensitive that she realised. Fucking Kurt didn’t feel like she was forcing him to sacrifice anything, but fucking Zack did actually feel wrong. And yet, she’d told Shawn that she would.

Just as she began to think it impossible, both fucking Zack and finding her friends, she felt something tightly grip around her arm, just above her elbow and yank her in the opposite direction. She looked up from the hand squeezing her bicep at the short blonde-haired young man dragging her across the roof and naturally assumed that it was Kurt. He was the only blonde male teenager that she knew and that would be bold enough to grab her so publicly. But that didn’t make sense. Kurt hadn’t come with them to the party, and even if he got Jennifer to drop him off, how did he know they were at the club?

Of course, the phone at the dock. Victoria had almost forgotten along with everything else that had happened, but she knew he’d looked at it while she and Zack were cleaning off in the lake. Jennifer’s arrival must have spooked him because when she picked up her phone later it was on a completely different screen than when she’d left it. Kurt had seen the message Shawn sent about meeting her at Surrender. Thank goodness though that she had the good sense not to tag his number with his actual name. But how was she going to talk her way out of this…maybe she didn’t need to, maybe she could just act indignant about him snooping in her phone and storm off…

He dragged her out of the main room and into some side closet for storage, a long dark rectangular room with shelves of **** and snacks. When he turned to face her, he reached out and pressed a switch on the wall. The lights flickered and lit up one by one, illuminating the simmering determination on Kurt’s face. One hand was kept behind his back, as if holding something out of her sight. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, and took the offensive.

“If you wanted a quickie, all you had to do is ask,” Victoria said playfully, her eyes sparkling as she tried to distract him. “You didn’t need to be so rough.”

“Seems to me you're the one who likes it rough…” Kurt muttered breathlessly and then, clearing his throat, asked, “Aren’t you wondering why I’m here?”

“Given the ferocity with which you just brought me to this storage room, I assumed it was because of me,” She grinned, lovely and wide, usually enough to bring any man to his knees. “If you mean, how you knew to be here, I know you looked at my phone earlier.”

“Yeah, and you sent me to the apartment knowing that he wouldn’t be there,” Kurt shot back, breathing to keep his frustration in check. “So, I’m going to ask one last time, and hope for an honest answer, what happened last night?”

“One last time?” Victoria took a step back, incensed. “Then what?”

“Then I make you tell me,” Kurt said firmly. “So, what’s it going to be?”

“What makes you even think that I’m not telling the truth?” Victoria argued, standing her ground. If he didn’t have anything more than his suspicions, then perhaps she could make him doubt himself. “You said you didn’t find anything at the apartment.”

“Oh, I didn’t say that. I said Shawn wasn’t there. There were plenty of details to make me dubious of your side of the story. Rope markings on a chair that looks like someone was tied there, cum stains on the pool table and the master bed was entirely stripped.” Kurt watched the frustration grow on Victoria’s expression. “A whole host of evidence that something happened in that apartment which doesn’t fit with the story you told everyone about just walking out after Shawn revealed that Dustin had planned everything.”

“It could have happened after I left. A whole day has passed since then,” Victoria argued weakly.

“It could have, but it didn’t,” Kurt replied with no uncertainty. “For one, I just saw you and Shawn fucking in the girl’s toilets.”

Victoria swallowed hard and her eyes went wide. She smiled and laughed nervously. “That’s just…um…I…I mean…I…”

“Don’t bother trying to explain it. I heard you tell him you were trying to impress him and how you earned this most recent fucking. It’s obvious that this started last night. Though, of course, without proof, all I have are my doubts and gut-feelings. Without proof, you could just say my imagination is running away with itself and it’d be your word against mine.” He pulled his hand around from behind his back and held it up, allowing the yoga pants in his hand to unfurl completely, the large rip along the centre seam and the dark stain around it clearly visible. “That’s why I have this. Evidence you did more than just spill soda on yourself.”

“Where did you get that?” Victoria made to grab the clothing, but Kurt yanked it away out of her reach.

“I don’t think ‘where’ is the pertinent question here,” Kurt insisted.

“You don’t understand,” she growled, leaping forward at the yoga pants again, but Kurt danced around her, keeping it from her grasp.

“Then help me understand,” Kurt suggested hopefully. “Whatever’s going on, I can help. Or I can find you someone that can. No one is going to blame you. We just want you to be honest.”

“You say that like it’s a simple thing, but the truth isn’t black and white. And it’s not like lied about everything, and some of the lies you already know are lies, like why I went back to the apartment in the first place,” Victoria said, defeated and bitter. “You heard what happened at the cinema, so you already knew that it wasn’t because I spilled my soda. And after that Shawn really did show up and explain what had happened. Dustin disputed it, so even I don’t know the whole truth, which is probably somewhere in between. But Shawn helped Dustin get me alone, and Dustin, in his lonely desperation, went along with it.”

“Whatever happened next was so bad that he took off back home,” Kurt noted, unsure if Victoria would know Dustin’s fate. She tilted her head and half-frowned for a moment, unaware but unafflicted by Dustin’s leaving. “And after that? Because you definitely didn’t leave?”

“Shawn wanted payment. He said he deserved gratitude from saving me from Dustin. So, I…I got on my knees and I…I sucked his cock.” She felt her breathing quicken despite herself. “He grabbed my head and he fucked my mouth…until I told him my foot hurt. Then he let me up.”

He remained silent, simply watching and waiting for the whole truth. As she spoke, he noticed her cheeks redden, and not from shame. What had he done to her that the mere recollection of the event was enough to get her aroused?

“Rather than kneel, he lifted me on to the pool table and made me lie on my back with my head over the edge. He fucked my mouth again like that,” Victoria revealed, feeling a tingling along her pussy, a low, buzzing hum radiating from the centre. “By this point, Dustin was tied up in a chair, and Shawn made him watch as he fucked my mouth and came down my throat. I remember he was crying.”

Kurt could hardly believe the complete detachment with which she included the detail about her ex-boyfriend weeping as he watched his brother fuck and cum down her throat. Nor could he believe that she was standing with her legs just a little tighter together, shuffling gently to make her thighs rub against her mound.

“Then…he turned me around…and he tore open my pants,” she gasped, barely below a moan, as she gestured to the clothing in Kurt’s hand. “He made me touch myself until I was wet. I thought about Gavin, and Zack and I thought about you. I remembered you fingering me in the kitchen and all those missed opportunities that we had…when we could have fucked…when maybe we should have just fucked…”

“The me back then would probably have agreed, but you were with Gavin. Maybe if I hadn’t gotten involved with you or Gavin none of this would have happened,” Kurt admitted. Guilty wasn’t an emotion he felt often, but he did feel some responsibility for how things had gone. It had been his plan for Gavin to choose at the path fork, and he’d been so caught up in his own insecurities that he’d left her to fend for herself. “You probably wouldn’t have even been in town yesterday if you and Gavin hadn’t broken up.”

“I think I was right where I was meant to be. Bent over the pool table with Shawn’s cock inside me,” Victoria said, wringing her hands behind her back to keep from lifting up her dress and just shoving them down her panties to play with herself. “At first, he was fucking me, but then, somewhere along the way, I began to fuck him back. I became a willing participant. And then he stopped.”

“He stopped?” Kurt clarified incredulously.

Victoria nodded and explained, “he walked off into the master bedroom and bid me to follow. He said he didn’t want to take me, he wanted me to show him how much I wanted his cock.”

“And?” Kurt demanded, assuming that Victoria did indeed follow. “What happened in the bedroom?”