Furtive Adventure Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Furtive Adventure Ch. 01

... in her voice.

"Best thing for you," her mother said. "That boy was no good. You're twenty-one years old and you should know better than to keep that kind of company."

"Says you. He's already assistant manager at Frank's Outdoors. He's starting a career. It's not like he's some freaky pothead living in his parents' basement."

"You're legally an adult but God, Jessica, you are such a child sometimes."

Her mother left the room in a huff.

Jessica set her phone on the marble counter and opened the envelope, deliberately leaving the red wax crumbs on the white granite surface to annoy her mother. She gasped reading the contents -- including the fine print and the list of prospective candidates. Her eyes narrowed and a lecherous grin spread across her face.

"Oh, I really hope Michael makes the cut. That would be so awesome."

It was mysterious and weird and even a little creepy. Everything she craved, in short. It was like getting an invitation to Hogwarts. She texted the number in the document and waited. After twenty minutes, her phone pinged. She was accepted. Now she just had to figure out a way to get there without her parents' suspecting what she was doing.

Ivan

"You got some mail," Alexander said in Russian, holding out the black envelope.

"I don't get mail, Sasha," Ivan said, shaking his head, his attention focused on Cyberpunk 2077 after a long day of coding for the hacker group Sorokonozhka 134. He said, "Nobody knows I'm here."

Alexander ...

... laughed.

"Somebody knows or this wouldn't have come addressed to Ivan Volkov. Take it."

"What is it?"

"Fuck if I know. Just take it. Not my problem. This is your problem."

Ivan grabbed it and ripped it open, crumbling the seal without noticing. He studied the invitation.

"I do like puzzles," he said. "Might be interesting."

Alexander laughed.

"Sure. You say that but then you hide from the UPS guy."

"This is different."

"How is it different?"

Ivan took a moment to save his game and shifted in his threadbare wingback chair, the nicest furniture in their apartment.

"I read the fine print. I might even get laid." He thought a moment. "Not 'maybe'. More like 'absolutely'".

"Bullshit," Alexander said. "Maybeyou would get laid by someguy. You would not like that very much, eh?"

"I'll roll the dice," he said. "I just have to text this number, maybe have some fun."

Alexander rolled his eyes.

"For very small values of fun, Ivan, sure. Sign up for this bullshit. You get accepted, I'll see you on the other side."

Ivan texted the number on the invitation. Within ten minutes, he got a confirmation text. He was officially a contestant.

"See?" he said, showing Sasha the text. "I'm in. Will you drive me there or should I get a rideshare?"

"Sure, okay," Alexander said. "It's your junk on the line. Cry to me afterwards."

Daniela

Isabella exploded into the apartment, cursing in Spanish, still dressed for work in a calf-length maroon skirt ...