Furtive Adventure Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Furtive Adventure Ch. 01

Aniyah

Aniyah entered her condo with a big sigh after another long shift in the ICU. Keys jangling in her hand, she closed the door behind her with a push of her tight, curvy rear. She stood there for a moment, shoulder blades and butt against the door, taking a moment to collect herself after a day witnessing so much misery. She kicked off her purple striped Danskos.

Retha and Whitney ran up from wherever they'd been lurking, purring and winding themselves around her lean, dark ankles while head-butting her shins. Chuckling, she scratched their heads then dropped her backpack on the plush chair just inside the door. She draped her light blue jacket over it. In the kitchen, she deposited the day's mail on the counter.

She fed her increasingly impatient cats, who meowed incessantly until she set their bowls on the floor. They had an automatic feeder but they much preferred wet food over the barely tolerable dry kibble that awful machine dispensed during the day. Grabbing a frozen dinner and a bottle of budget Riesling from the fridge, she set her meal to revolve in the microwave. She poured half a glass of wine, took a small sip, and flipped through her mail.

Among the usual bills and advertisements, she found a hefty matte-black envelope addressed by hand in stark, white ink to Ms. Aniyah Jemisin. The penmanship was angular and stark. She studied the script to make sure it wasn't one of those dumb fonts made to look like handwriting -- but if it was fake, it was ...

... convincing. It looked like somebody actually addressed this by hand. Instead of being held closed with tape or adhesive, it was fastened by an actual wax seal -- a red disc imprinted with an elaborate emblem. In the center was a roaring bear's head. Surrounding the bear were a dozen or so tiny human figures enacting various sexual activities.

"What the hell?" she said, taking another sip of wine and studying the complex design. There was no return address on front or back. Much to her puzzlement, there was also no postage attached. Setting down her glass, she broke the seal, destroying the design. The hard wax fractured into a hundred crumbly bits. She unfurled the paper to reveal a creamy white interior printed with black text. It was a sweepstakes, offering a chance at a free "experience" at a new chain of escape rooms called Furtive Adventure. They were opening a location nearby and wanted her to participate for two days during a weekend she'd coincidentally already arranged to take off work. If she wanted to go, she was instructed to text "Yes" to a five-digit number.

"What kind of crazy escape room takes two days to solve?" Aniyah said, shaking her head and twirling a finger in her tight, natural curls while taking another sip of her wine. "Hope they got somewhere to sleep."

Reading farther down the page, she skipped a block of disclaimer language. This was followed by a list of about fifty names of other invitees that might be selected, only one of which she ...