Furtive Adventure Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Furtive Adventure Ch. 01

... mother asked. "And could you please stop mentioning Mr. Thompson? It's getting tiresome."

"I have to get out of this house! I need to breathe."

"You seem to be breathing just fine, dear."

"Okay look, I really want to see the new Wes Anderson movie and it's starting in about little over an hour. Emily and Madison are meeting me there. You know I'm a big fan."

"Youhave been talking about that movie a lot lately." She thought for a moment, looking into the distance, considering. "Fine," she said, digging around in her Louis Vuitton purse for a moment and handing over her RX 350 key fob.

"Here. Be careful, hon. Don't stay out too late!"

"I won't! Don't worry. Thank you! I love you!"

She dashed for the garage.

Furtive Adventure was located at the edge of the city in an industrial area, surrounded by companies selling gravel, concrete, asphalt, corrugated steel, and other building materials. Most of the other businesses nearby were involved in the construction of roads, high-rises, and cheap fencing. All of them, including the escape room, were surrounded by tall chain-link fences topped by barbed wire.

The other companies, closed for the weekend, had their gates closed. They relied on surveillance cameras to secure their property. Only the escape room's gate was guarded. A young burly man stood at the entrance in a black uniform adorned with the red bear's-head logo on the upper right side of his chest. A black leather holster around his waist cradled ...

... a handgun. He had an RFID reader clipped to his belt.

Michael was the first to arrive -- about thirty minutes early because of his anticipation. He hoped Jessica would be there. After stopping at the gate and having his invitation scanned by the guard, the gate rolled aside, allowing him in. His lifted black Ford F-150 with vertical stack pipes threw great, billowy clouds of gravel dust as he skidded sideways to a stop in the parking lot. He climbed down and popped a mint in his mouth. About ten minutes later, Justin rolled up in his olive green 1990 Jeep Cherokee. He parked next to Michael.

"This the place?" he asked after introducing himself.

"Looks like," Michael said.

At the edge of the parking lot stood a large black one-story warehouse, windowless except for what appeared to be the entrance. Several frosted glass windows bore the game's red logo.

Justin looked Michael him up and down, studying him.

"You up for this, kid?" he asked, looking Michael in the eye.

"It's just a dumb puzzle game, so sure, yeah, I'm up for it. Jessica loves this shit."

"The fine print. You read it?"

"Read what? 'Blah blah blah, we get to use your personal info, blah blah blah.'"

Justin laughed.

"You have no idea what you signed up for, do you?"

Michael squinted at Justin.

"The fuck you talking about, old man?" he asked.

Justin shook his head.

"Confirmed that you didnot read the fine print," Justin said with a laugh, "even though you just pretty much ...