The Book of Masks (Vol. 3)

Mystery Date

Previously: "Losing Lisa" 

You bristle--doubly so. Your own psyche rebels at the way Patterson is trying to give you a girl, like she were an after-dinner mint, and the Javits persona you've temporarily assumed rebels even more strongly at his presumption at being able to give you your own girlfriend. You're about to curse him out good and hard when you catch sight of Gordon's face.

Not that there's anything special about his expression: he's staring dumbly at Patterson. But his earlier taunting comes flooding back. So: "Yeah, sure," you grin wolfishly. "I got enough to service two of her."

Patterson snickers. "Well, let's try to keep the two Cindys away from each other. Let's see." He lowers his head thoughtfully. "You don't have Javits' phone, and it would look weird if you called from Prescott's. Me and Gordon will go keep Javits distracted, and after we've got him alone I'll call Cindy and tell her to meet you up at the fuck room."

Gordon continues to look dubious, but Patterson bullies him along, and they leave soon afterward to meet the real Seth. You remain behind, where, stripped to your waist, you continue to practice with the ball. The cool air and warm sun feel good on your taut, strong torso, and you luxuriate in the pleasure of strong muscles responding easily and quickly to your every desire. Not long after, some elementary school students enter the old playground and watch. After ten minutes some of the bigger ones come over. You talk casually with them, which sets them grinning, and soon you are playing the role of coach as you show them how to move the ball around. You're much nicer as a drill master than Gordon is.

About thirty minutes later you hear your cell phone ringing from the side of the blacktop; it's Patterson with the news that Cindy is already on her way over to the fuck room. You wave goodbye to the boys--to their disappointment--and jog over to your truck. Your cock is already swelling.

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Cindy is pacing by the side door of the gym as you drive past the school, and since you are in your own truck, not Javits', you take care to park in the teacher's lot on the other side of the school. She looks up in surprise as you appear around the corner. "Hey, baby," you grin. "Been waitin' long?" She shakes her head. You grasp at her hand and lean in for a quick peck at her lips. She pulls back. "What's wrong?" you ask.

She hesitates just a moment, then relaxes. "Nothing. I just had another fight with Lucy." Then she leans in for a kiss. You let her come, then draw her in, and your tongues twine and slide over each other. Your hand runs up and down her back.

"Come on, let's go in," you say. "Don't wanna scare the horses." You fumble the key into the latch of the side door.

"Steve gave you a key?" she says, sounding surprised.

"Yeah. Key to this door, key to the one upstairs. Guess we've really arrived, part of the team and everything." You wrap your arm around her slim waist and draw her into the gym. "Membership has its privileges, they do say."

Side by side you saunter over to the stairs. She's very small next you, and nestles nicely into your shoulder. You can't keep a silly grin off your face. Of course, with Javits' memories you know pretty much what it will be like--Cindy is terrific; a predictable fuck but never a boring one--but it's the glory of being able to do it in the high school's most prestigious room, on the mat that Gordon and Steve and Jason have used, which puts you in their company as one of the alpha-ests of the alphas ... You're going to do it, quick and hard and fast, the first time. And then you'll cuddle and coo for a while. Then you'll do it a second time, and that'll be slower and more nurturing. And then you'll relax on your back and stroke her and dirty-talk her, and that'll bring her up to your speed, because girls are always slower than guys, and you'll lay back and let her do all the work the third time.

So dazzled are you by these plans that it's not until you are halfway up the steps that you remember with a shock that you need to be very careful when you get in. The real Seth has been up in the fuck room, on Wednesday night, in fact, when the Cindy-disguised Tilley lured him up. (And you suppress a snicker; Tilley had to go all the way with him, and wait till he was in a post-coital daze before hitting him with the mask.) But as far as the real Cindy knows, this will be Seth's first time up in the VIP room. He has sworn up and down to her that he's never been up there. So, you pre-emptively cover yourself: "I hope it's all it's cracked up to be."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, I mean, everyone thinks this place is a great pad or something," you shrug as you slip the key into the lock. "But it's just a place where Gordon and Steve hang out, so it's probably--" The door creaks open, disclosing ... "Yeah," you grimace. "Just another place for the guys to drop their shit around." The light perfume that has been coming off Cindy curdles and dies as it's hit by the stench of beer and sweat and dirty clothes. She says nothing, and you caress her back in a way you mean to be reassuring. "Well, as long as we got each other, that's the important thing." The sun, very near the horizon is pouring golden light directly through the windows. "I wonder if there's anything better than that old mat," you say, and pretend to rummage around.

"The mat'll be fine," she says. She flops down onto it, and there's nothing dainty or demure about the way she lays back on it. She twitches up the edge of her skirt, to flash her panties at you, and smiles. "I don't see why we can't do it down and dirty."

You growl at her from the back of your throat, and drop to your knees between her spreading legs. She falls back, and you lean over her. Gently, you rub her still-hidden pussy with your knee as you grin down at her. "You dirty little wench."

"Hang on," she says, craning her neck. "Wasn't there a pillow or something around here? Oh, there it is." She grasps for it while you slide a hand up between her panties and her thigh, to tickle and rub her. "That's better," she says as she pushes it under her neck.

"It's like you know this place better than me," you say. You drop down onto one elbow so you can kiss her.

"I just remembered it from last time," she murmurs during a brief break as you pull back. "Mmph," she adds as you kiss her again.

And then you break off. "What do you mean 'last time'?"

"Well, Wednesday night," she says, and her own brow clouds. "Why do you keep talking like this is our first time up here?"

You stare at her and she stares at you. And then you feel the hot blood rising into your face. Your heart and head both start to pound, and a red mist forms in front of your eyes. Your hand trembles slightly as you reach for her face. "Seth, honey, what are you-- Seth!" She grabs at your hand, but you are too strong, and you grip her brow firmly, mutter an incantation, and pull.

There's a soft ripping sound, and Keith Tilley's ugly face replaces Cindy's angelic one. His eyes swim briefly in and out of focus, but you don't give him a chance to pass out, and slap him hard across the face. "Fucker!" you shout. "Fucking pervert!" His eyes go wide with terror, and you slap him again. "I'll tear your fucking balls off and make you suck them, you-- you--!"

He gurgles in horror and terror. "Seth!" he finally gasps. "It-- It--"

"Don't 'Seth' me!" you roar as you stagger back to your feet. "Just let me get this mask off and I'll kick your ass as myself! It's me, Will!"

He chokes, and then it's his turn to redden. "Will? What the fuck are doing dressed up as Javits?!"

"What the fuck are you doing dressed up as Cindy?"

"Patterson called me! He said Javits was feeling horny, and that I--!" He breathes and snorts like a horse struggling up to its shoulders in a mire. "I needed to go to the fuck room and make him happy."

"He didn't tell you it was going to be me?"

"No!" His eyes widen. "And he didn't tell you it was going to be me?"

You shake your head violently. "Oh, that fucker and his mind games! Him and Gordon are probably laughing their asses off." You look around wildly. "I wonder if they've got a camera in here."

"Wouldn't surprise me," Keith says. He twists uncomfortably on the mat. "Say, do you think you could take Seth's face off? It's freaking me out."

"Just put Cindy's back on, dorkwad. You look gay dressed like that. Ugly and gay." He doesn't move, and you stride around the room. "Asshole!" you shout. "Yeah, if you can hear me, Patterson, I'm talking about you!" You swing around wildly, trying to spot any kind of electronic spy. "You wanna stop me from tearing this place up, call me. Now!" You stand, hand on hips, panting. Your cell phone remains quiet.

"Maybe they don't have a camera," Keith says.

"One way to find out for sure," you say grimly. "Let's snoop. They'll call if they catch us trying to break into their secret cabinet."

"Normally I'd go along with you," Keith says. "But-- Hey, I know. You wanna prank them back?"

"How?" you frown.

"Well, they think it's me as Cindy and you as Seth. Let's switch, and go back to see them."

Next: "Mystery Date, the Sequel" 

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"The Book of Masks (Vol. 3)"