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Publié par | 4 Horsemen Publications, Inc. |
Date de parution | 26 octobre 2020 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781644500118 |
Langue | English |
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The Goat ’s Gruff
Copyright © 2019-2020 Honey Cummings. All rights r eserved.
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used ficti tiously.
Paperback ISBN-13: 978-1-644 50-016-3
Audiobook ISBN-13: 978-1-644 50-012-5
Ebook ISBN-13: 978-1-644 50-011-8
Part 1
S itting in front of his computer, Taylor Rolley stared at the GreetUp website. He heard rumors about those events with certain keywords. The ones with “naughty intentions” and wondered if they really existed. If he wanted to venture out and explore his unspoken sexual side (without judgment), this was the place to start. With a twist of his lips, he registered, then moved the cursor into the search box, first typing in “sex”, followed by “intercourse”. But n o results.
How do you find them? I have no idea which keywor ds to use!
His phone buzzed, his close friend Lou Brigadier texting him. He scowled at his phone. If it wasn’t for Lou’s wild stores stories about attending these sexual parties, he wouldn’t have found this site. Shaking his head, he unlocked it and text messages appeared.
Lou: [Did you regi ster yet?]
Taylor: [ Yes, why?]
Lou: [Sending you an invite to t he party.]
In a flash, his phone and computer dinged in unison. There it was. The invitation from Lou titled, Erotic Masquerade Party. Taylor scoffed at the title.
Erotic... why didn’t I thin k of that.
Scanning the details, they were very vague. A mask would be presented at arrival to keep all identities a secret before knocking on the door. No names and no garments were the only listed req uirements.
The theme… fairy tales. Taylor rolled his eyes. Invite only and come ready to swing.
Taylor: [Isn’t swinging for couples?]
Lou: [Na man. Just hung ry peeps.]
Taylor: [I don’t hav e a mask.]
Lou: [Just wear that art project you made in high school, dude. I’ll pick you up at 9.]
Taylor swiveled his chair and stared at the homemade troll mask. It was meant for use in a play, but it creeped everyone out, so the entire production refused to use it, giving it to him as a consolation prize. The play had been called the Three Billy Goa t’s Gruff.
The mask was solid white with warty features and tusks. It was designed so the lower half was missing, keeping the jaw uncovered so it wouldn’t interfere with the actor’s performance. He had only joined drama for that year, all for a chance to impress his crush , Celeste.
Fate intervened. We just weren’t supposed to be together. Yea, I’m still salty even after all the time that’s passed...
Taylor shook the memories from his mind. Instead, focusing his imagination at the present situation. He tried picturing himself naked, save for a mask, then shuddered at the po ssibility.
Taylor: [No one wants to fuck a troll.]
There was no reply.
Lou knew better than to respond to Taylor’s excuse. If Lou ignored him now, it would ensure Taylor’s attendance at the m asquerade.
He sighed. Nothing ventured, nothing gained , he thought as he cursed silently into the bathroom, preparing for an evening, completely in the nude.
Part 2
T hey arrived at the address, passing the security gate without trouble. Good thing since Taylor didn’t want the guard to see how ridiculous he looked in a bathrobe and a handmade school mask. As they came around the bend, the house was huge. The only structure at the end of a cul-de-sac of empty multimillion-dollar lots. Still sitting in the car, Taylor watched as plenty of masked people in bathrobes entered the house.
At least I match the trendy crowd this time. Unlike hi gh school…
Music pulsed through the air and the moonless night made him feel like he had been transported into an erotic version of the Purge . The question was whether he was the slayer or the slayed. Blowing a puff of air from his nose, he settled on becoming the latter. That’s if he could even step out of the car and join the festivities. Shuffling, in his seat, he tugged the robe’s belt tighter as if afraid to reveal what lay u nderneath.
Shit, I don’t think I can do this… this is a terrible idea. Curiosity killed the cat and will definitely kill me at this rate.
Knots twisted Taylor’s stomach, making himself sick as he looked at his own body, feeling betrayed.
I’m just an average guy without a six pack. At least I don’t have a beer gut. Oh man, I can’t… I don’t have the body to pull this off.
Lou elbowed him, nudging his head towards a unicorn and fairy. They were naked, not a bathrobe in sight. The girls were curvy and beautiful enough to grace the cover or spread in a Maxim. Aroused, he remembered he did have one secr et weapon.
At least I’m hung like a fuck ing horse.
He looked at Lou and they shrugged. At least there was eye candy at every turn. Inhaling deep, he gathered his nerves, regaining his lost c onfidence.
I ca n do this!
“Ok, so this is the place to be,” Taylor declared. “But what do w e do now?”
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