Furtive Adventure Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Furtive Adventure Ch. 01

... this offer?"

Daniela nodded.

"Did you read the fine print?"

"Of course not. All that crap is just confusing legal gobbledygook anyway. Corporate BS."

Isa shook her head.

"You're right. It is that, in part," she said, "but after reading it I'm worried for you."

Isa worked as a paralegal, so she knew a little bit about the law. It was a balancing act between taking care of little Manuel and getting in her time at a slightly shady law firm downtown. She and Daniela shared a two-bedroom apartment in a somewhat shabby but mostly safe part of town in the midst of creeping gentrification.

"Why?"

"This isn't like agreeing to some software license where you let them spy on you online and stuff like that," she said. "There's some serious shit in here I wouldnever agree to."

"Okay, like what?"

"I'm just reading from the contract, okay?" Isa said, clearing her throat. "'You agree to participate in any and all sexual acts requested or the game is forfeit. No sexual act will involve excrement, urine, blood, or any form of violence that will leave lasting marks or damage to your person, nor will pregnancy be a risk for the women involved in this project.'"

"Wait, what? It really says that?" Daniela said, her voice rising. "You're making this up!"

"Oh no I'm not. And there's more," Isa said, turning the document toward Daniela. "Read it yourself. This could be horrible or amazing, depending on what gets you off. Me, Imight like it but probably not. You? ...

... Doubtful. You sure you're up for this?"

Daniela grabbed the paper. After a few minutes of reading, her shoulders slumped. Her eyes brimmed with tears.

"Iagreedv to this," she said, defeated. "All of it."

"Yep."

"Holy fuck," Daniela said in despair.

"That's one way of putting it. And with a fine butt like yours..."

Daniela laughed despite herself and gave Isa a punch on the arm.

"Maybe I will surprise myself. Learn a little something about who I am."

Michael

Michael strolled to the mailbox in his usual after-work attire, dark board shorts and an orange tank top bearing the logo of his favorite energy drink. As an almost six foot hottie, he was living the good life -- except for the absence of Jessica, whom he desperately missed. Nothing interesting in the mail except a hefty black envelope with a red wax seal. He tore it open and spread it out on the dining room table of the house he rented. Skipping the dense text in the middle of the page, he was surprised to find several names he recognized and was even more surprised to find Jessica listed. How did they pick people for this?

He was in, if they'd have him. He wasted no time texting the mystery number. In a short while, he received confirmation that he'd been accepted as part of the group plus information about where and when he was expected to go.

Arrival

"Mom! I need the car and no I'm not sneaking off to see Michael. We're over, okay?"

"And just what do you need the car for?" Jessica's ...