True Love (The Society #4)

Chapter 22 – Minotaur Misdirection

Saturday – March 9, 2024

Ash

My phone started buzzing. I groaned. “Leave me alone.” But it kept buzzing. Because Nigel wasn’t here to answer it for me. I never thought I’d miss Nigel so much. But he seemed to really like answering phone calls. My little sociopath.

My sheets stuck to my body as I rolled over to reach for my phone on the nightstand. Ew. Why am I so sticky? I must have gotten the night sweats in this Italian humidity. I glanced at the screen of my phone. Mr. Frost was trying to videochat me.

I answered the video-call. He looked completely composed. His hair was as perfect as always. And he was wearing a silk robe and drinking coffee in a wood paneled library.

“Hello,” I croaked.

He smiled. “Good morning, sunshine.”

“Ugh. I’m so tired.” I stared at myself on the screen. My makeup was a hot mess. And I had dried drool on my face. I tried to rub it off, but it was really stuck on there.

“Tired from your boardgame tournament?” Mr. Frost asked.

“Yup.” I think. I didn’t really remember. The last thing I remembered was running away from a minotaur in a labyrinth beneath the hotel. Or was that a dream? It must have been a dream. Labyrinths weren’t real. I needed to change the subject. “How was your bachelor party?”

“Great. I just had a fun night messing around with the boys.”

I stared at him. Like…in a normal bachelor party way? Or in the way his grandma would think he meant?

“What’s that cow head?” he asked.

“Huh?”

He pointed. I turned around to see a very lifelike cow mask on the nightstand behind me. It looked a lot like the minotaur I had dreamt of.

“Uh...no idea.” I couldn’t tell him that I didn’t remember anything. That would very much seem like I’d blacked out and fucked a stripper. Which I definitely hadn’t done. Right? I cleared my throat.

He smiled. “You can tell me. I’m so curious.”

I said the first thing that popped into my head: “It’s part of a sexy little boudoir shoot I did for you.” What?! Why would I say that?! I didn’t have the photos to back that shit up! “I’ll show you the photos on Monday!” Good Lord why?! Why would I say that?! “Gotta go! Bye!”

I hung up the phone and cringed. Now I needed to find some photos we’d taken last night for my fake fiancé. Gah. I unstuck the sheets from myself and walked toward the door. I needed to find my girls to ask what had happened last night. I stepped into the other room of the bridal suite.

Holy penises! There were foreign penises everywhere. It was my worst nightmare! What had my bridal party gotten up to after I’d gone to sleep? !

There were at least a dozen men draped over every comfy surface available. Snoozing peacefully, like they belonged in here. They were all covered in white body paint. Or…almost covered. The paint on all their cocks had been rubbed off.

Stop staring!

I was an engaged woman. I shouldn’t have been looking at so many beautiful penises. They probably belonged to Chastity.

I ran back into my room and slammed the door. I needed to take a shower to get this sticky sweat off of me. But when I walked toward the bathroom, I noticed the door was cracked and there was steam already coming out of it. I pushed the door open the rest of the way.

Ah!

The shower was packed full of sausages. There were three men standing in it. White paint was running off of two of them. And the third one was covered in tattoos instead of white paint. He slowly turned around.

Ah! It’s Cole! I screamed. “What are you doing here?”

He winked at me. “Waiting for you to call me daddy again.”

What?!

The adjoining door opened and Chastity walked in with a towel wrapped around herself.

“Hey girl,” she said. She dropped her towel and got in the shower with the guys.

What am I looking at right now? !

Chastity started soaping up the cocks of the painted men. “That was officially the best bachelorette party ever.”

Cole smirked at me. “I agree.”

The other two guys agreed too.

“It was certainly not the best bachelorette party ever. Because I’d specifically said no strippers. And clearly you invited strippers.” At least I’d slept through the mayhem.

“Actually… you invited the strippers.”

“I would never.”

One of the men in white paint nodded. “You did. After the fire, you slipped me your room key and said that anyone with an 8-inch cock was welcome to come take a turn on you until sunrise.”

My eyes grew round. “I certainly did not say that.” And what fire were they referring to?

Cole stepped out of the steam so I could see his body even better. “I know it’s past sunrise, but I’d be happy to take another turn on you if you’d like.” He wiggled his suddenly very erect penis at me.

I swallowed hard. “ Another turn? That implies that you’ve already taken one turn.”

“Two turns, actually. I fucked you once at the lotus party, and again during the afterparty. Speaking of which…I need your help deciding on captions for all the gifs I filmed last night.”

No. Noooo! Damn it! Had I blacked out and returned to my cheap whore-ish ways last night?! I was supposed to be high-end now! But once a street whore, always a street whore, I guess. Or maybe he was lying. That was it. Cole was a dirty rotten liar. I never would have slept with him. He was friends with Tanner. And that would break a rule I’d vowed never to break again!

Cole stepped out of the shower and grabbed his phone off his towel. He hit a few buttons to sync it to the TV over the bathroom fireplace.

A gif popped up on the screen. It was a closeup of my freckly hands holding some cards from Seven Wonders. The caption read: Her bachelorette party was just a quiet night in with the girls.

Phew. I breathed a sigh of relief. “See? The only turns being taken last night were us girls playing Seven Wonders...”

But then the gif panned out. And I was completely naked.

No.

Gah!

In the gif, I got up full nude and answered the door. Four naked men painted all in white were there. I pulled them into the room and dropped to my knees.

“What the hell?!” I did not remember that happening. Wait. Did I? Maybe I did… I had a faint taste of paint on my tongue. Ah!

“Don’t worry, they get better,” said Cole.

The screen switched to another gif. I had a giant painted white cock on each of my eyelids and one in my mouth.

What in the hell am I looking at?

“I don’t know if that one even needs a caption,” said Cole. “It kind of speaks for itself. But if it has to have one, I’m thinking, ‘She loved you so much and would never cheat. But she’s heard some guys have really big cocks…’ ”

“No!”

Cole shrugged. “Okay, I’ll keep working on it.”

“I have an idea!” said Chastity. “How about: ‘You heard a rumor that some slut fucked all the strippers at your wife’s bachelorette party.’ ”

Cole nodded. “Oooh, good one.”

Damn it, I’m the slut!

“Okay, next…”

It switched to another gif. Of me lying on my back, my tits bouncing everywhere. There was one cock in my mouth, one in my pussy, and one in each hand.

I didn’t have time to read the caption before he switched to another.

The minotaur was fucking me from behind while four statues stroked their cocks waiting for their turn.

And suddenly something clicked and it all came back to me. The minotaur. It had been real! Him. The labyrinth. The lotus party. Spaceboy. Archer, Vandal, and Mustang. And the minotaur some more...

WAIT! I suddenly realized why the minotaur’s tattoos had looked so familiar. I glanced at Cole’s naked body. Then back to the gif of me getting fucked.

Oh shit.

Cole was the minotaur. And I really had fucked him. Twice.

Not only that, but I’d promised to show Mr. Frost photos of what that minotaur mask had been for. And the only photos I had of it were me getting gangbanged. Gah!

I turned to Chastity. “Um, Chastity? Can we please talk in private for a moment? ”

“It would be more fun to talk not in private.” She glanced down at the two cocks in her hands. “And you could really use a shower to wash all that skeet off.”

What?!

“For real,” said Cole. He pointed up to the TV screen. There was a gif of me with cum dripping down my chin taking a selfie surrounded by naked statue men all posing like Greek statues. “Come on in,” said Cole. “Daddy will clean you up.”

I cringed and turned back to Chastity. “It’s an emergency! Please.”

Chastity sighed. “Okay, but only because I’m the best maid of honor ever.” She dropped the cocks and walked out. She grabbed a towel. I thought she was going to wrap it around herself for modesty, but instead she just wrapped it around her hair like a turban.

I pulled her into my bedroom.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“What’s up? WHAT’S UP?! How can you ask that so casually when my life is in shambles?! How could you let this happen to me?!”

“Oh. Did you not get enough cocks? I’m sure we can stay one more day.”

Why would she think that’s why I was upset?! I’d had enough random penises for one lifetime. “I just had a videochat with Mr. Frost. And I promised I’d show him pictures of how we used that minotaur mask for a saucy little boudoir shoot.” I pointed over to the stupid mask in the corner. “But all the pictures that involve that mask also involve a giant penis inside of me! ”

“I think you mean penises. Plural.” She tried to high five me, but I swatted her hand down. Which I guess kind of just ended up being a high five. “Speaking of penises…have you heard from Tanner?”

“Why would I hear from Tanner? Because I went against his rules again and fucked his friend Cole?” Tanner was never going to speak to me again. My life truly was in shambles. I felt as dramatic as Nigel when he was worried about being cancelled.

“No, silly. You’d hear from him because you probably just set him free! I mean…odds are at least one of those penises belonged to your lesser true love. I’m betting it was Cole.”

Holy shit! Did I just free Tanner?

I shook my head. No. Definitely not. Because he would have called if he was free. Right? He definitely didn’t respond to my wishes to be left alone during my sham of an engagement. Until recently, at least. If he was free, he’d surely contact me immediately. He’d try to fight for me. He’d do anything in his power to stop this fake engagement. I knew it. I knew he still loved me too. It was true love. But I couldn’t say any of that to Chastity. Instead I had to say: “I don’t care if Tanner gets free.”

Chastity frowned. “How can you say that?! You love him.”

“I hate his stupid old soul.” I wanted to cry saying the words out loud. I loved his beautiful old soul. “All I care about is what pictures I can show to Mr. Frost that won’t make him call off the wedding.” Because that’s how I’m actually going to free Tanner. It was my last hope .

Chastity threw her hands up in the air. “You can’t be serious.”

“Of course I’m serious! I need innocent pictures, stat. And you have to help me because you’re my maid of honor.”

Chastity groaned. “You’re being such a bridezilla.”

I didn’t think being a bridezilla meant being upset that you cheated on your fiancé all night long. “Chastity, please.”

She sighed. “Girl, it’s fine. We’ll just take some new pics this afternoon. I know a great photographer on the Amalfi Coast. Let me give him a call.”

Oh, duh. I totally should have thought of that. But in my defense, I’d apparently gotten blackout drunk last night, so I wasn’t functioning at full capacity.

***

I would have hated the crowded train ride to the Amalfi Coast, but I’d passed out pretty much immediately. Now we were at a beautiful villa overlooking the Mediterranean Sea.

Chastity handed me a white monokini with bride written down the side of it. She had a matching black one with maid of honor on it.

It wasn’t even that slutty. It had a zipper to cover…

Never mind. Chastity only pulled her zipper up a quarter of the way, leaving her cleavage completely exposed.

Chastity reached out and honked my boobs.

I looked down. Shit . My tits were out too. I quickly zipped up and then reluctantly honked her boobs back to return the compliment.

“What are you doing?” asked Chastity .

“Complimenting you’re outfit.”

She laughed. “Not that. Unzip again.”

“No thanks.”

“Girl, it’s a boudoir shoot.”

I stared at her. “So?”

“You have to show off your tits. It’s part of it.”

“I don’t think that sounds right.”

“You’ll thank me later, when Mr. Frost is happy.” She unzipped me.

If it distracted Mr. Frost from what really happened this weekend, whatever. And I had to admit that we both looked pretty hot. But also...I couldn’t just walk out of here topless. “Zip up to cover your nips at least. Please. For me.”

Chastity sighed. “Fine.”

We both zipped up a little more.

Chastity pulled me out onto the terrace.

A guy was putting finishing touches on balloons spelling out “Future Mrs. Frost” over the infinity pool.

He turned toward us. For a second I thought it was Tanner since he was wearing blue and red striped pants, a fitted button down shirt, and an exquisitely patterned bowtie. But then I saw that his skin was black. And he had short dreads. And he looked younger than Nigel.

Damn, not Tanner.

But wait! I knew him! It was the third Ababio brother, Sammy. The youngest one.

He walked over to us holding a camera.

It was fitting that my last involvement with the Society would involve the brother of the first two men I’d officially invited. And it was good it was the youngest one. If it had been one of the other two, I probably would have ended up on my knees. Because that’s just who I was as a person now apparently.

Sammy smiled. “Welcome to the Amalfi Coast,” he said in his Italian accent.

“Thanks for doing this on such short notice,” said Chastity.

“My pleasure.” He turned to me. “So you’re looking to do a boudoir shoot for your lucky groom?”

I awkwardly tried to zip up my bathing suit even more, but Chastity slapped my hand. “Yup,” I said.

“Wonderful.” He lifted his camera and snapped a picture of us. He adjusted a box light behind him and snapped another. “There we go. Okay, let’s start with some tame stuff… Hand on your hip. Point up at the balloons and smile.”

I followed his instructions. It reminded me of when Tanner had taken pictures of me... I tried to shake away the thought. I needed to focus on keeping my fake fiancé or else Tanner would never be free and we’d never live happily ever after. My life is the worst.

“Good, but push your arms together to really show off the girls. Perfect!”

We did a few more under the balloons, and then he had us go down a few steps into the pool and splash some water on our tits.

“Turn towards the sea,” he said. “Now look back at me. Arch your back…” He snapped a pic. He looked down at his screen. “These are coming out great.”

“Good, but…what about the minotaur mask? I promised Mr. Frost that was part of this. ”

“It will be,” said Chastity. “But honestly, he’s not going to be thinking about that after he sees this next photo.”

I stared at her. “Why?”

Chastity unzipped both of our monokinis the rest of the way and Sammy snapped a picture.

“Ah! What are you doing?!”

“Getting naked.” She slipped out of her swimsuit. “And you should too.”

“I can’t give Mr. Frost naked pictures of you.”

Chastity looked confused. “But I’m the maid of honor.”

“Exactly!”

“It’ll be tasteful,” she said. “And very distracting. So he won’t ask questions about what really happened at your bachelorette party.”

Damn, she had a point. Would this really work? I wasn't sure…but it was worth a try. I slipped out of my swimsuit too.

“Okay,” said Sammy. “Go nip to nip.”

Huh?

Chastity spun me around and pressed our boobs together. Then she held my hands and arched her back as we both looked at the camera.

“Amazing,” said Sammy.

“Are we done now?” I asked. “I’m thirsty. I think I need some water.”

“I got you.” Chastity whistled.

The villa doors opened. Two men walked out in minotaur masks and very short colorful swim trunks. Their abs were all oiled up. Like a delicious ganache. And they were each carrying drinks .

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind – they were the other two Ababio brother, Ato and Kweku.

The bigger minotaur stopped in front of the pool. “Ciao. May I offer you a drink?” He handed me a glass with a big banana sticking out of it.

Now it was feeling extra hot out here. I took a huge gulp. And then I remembered that I was naked. I threw my free hand over myself. “Don’t look at me! Go away!”

“Girl, we need them for pictures,” said Chastity.

“Why?”

“Because Mr. Frost knows I’m your maid of honor. And he knows me well enough to know that I’d definitely hire strippers for your bachelorette party. So it would be hella sus if there weren’t any strippers in the pictures. Besides, it loops in the minotaur masks.”

“Damn it. I hate that you’re right. Okay, what pose should we do?”

“It’s kinda hot the way you’re acting all shy,” said Sammy. “Chastity, can you do that too?”

Chastity put her hand over her mouth and covered her tits.

Sammy snapped a picture. “Perfect. Now maybe we could do one where you’re both lounging by the pool and the guys are bringing you drinks?”

I kept awkwardly covering myself as I got out of the pool. But Chastity swatted my hand down when we got to the lounge chairs.

I looked over at Ato. His crotch was at eye level. His swimsuit was very obviously from Modelli d’Ghana. Which was our client .

“Um…” my voice trailed off. “I don’t think my fiancé would love that I’m naked in front of our clients. And those swimsuits make it pretty obvious.”

“Not a problem,” said Ato in his delicious Italian accent. He looked over at Kweku and then they both dropped their swim trunks.

Wowzer. I’d really chosen well for my first Society recruits. They’d fit right in with those massive trouser snakes. But also… “No! Put your shorts back on!”

“But you just told us to take them off…” protested Ato.

“No. I was clearly asking you to change. I think this photoshoot is over.” I got up to run back toward the villa.

But then the ground started shaking.

“Ah! Earthquake!” I threw my arms around Ato to make sure I didn’t get thrown off the cliff.

“Ohhh, good idea for a pose,” said Chastity. She threw her arms around Kweku.

“It wasn’t a pose! I was saving myself from the earthquake!”

“Right. Of course.” She winked at me. “What should we do next?”

“How about you both get on your knees,” said Ato.

I let go of his broad shoulders and shoved his rock-hard abs. “Stop it! You’re being naughty. I’m an engaged woman.” But I was being naughty too. Because I couldn’t stop glancing down at his cock. And it was getting harder by the second.

My throat made a weird squeaking noise. “I think that’s enough photos for one day. And I need to get out of the sun before I get burnt.” I grabbed my suit and ran inside.