Shiver : 13 Sexy Tales of Humor and Horror - Aurora Belle (читать книги онлайн бесплатно полные версии TXT) 📗

Raj opened the envelope and quickly looked over the contents.

“Because I was the class president and now a politician, it’s my job to tell you all about the next phase of the game.”

“Wait!” Sam called out. “Can I take a quick piss break before we’re lectured, Mr. President?”

“Can’t it wait?” Raj crossed his arms over his chest and started tapping his foot.

“Unless someone is playing the part of the school janitor and wants to clean up my piss from the floor, no it can’t.”

Sam sprinted out of the room and for some reason Destiny followed him out.

“Can he not pee without someone holding his dick for him?” I said to Miles.

“Maybe his dick is so huge he needs help holding it.”

“I’m going with the idea that his dick is so small, he needs someone’s help trying to find it,” I countered.

Ten minutes passed and Destiny returned to the room, looking disheveled, and Sam followed, looking sated. I had no doubt they took the time in the middle of the game to go play their own game of how far can Sam stick his cock into Destiny’s mouth. Even the thought of that made me want to toss my cookies.

“Now that you’re finished in the loo, may I continue?” Raj asked, sighing heavily.

“Carry on, Mr. President,” Sam said while readjusting himself.

Raj shook his head and started reading what was in the letter, opened the envelope, and removed the paper inside. “It’s been twenty years since we graduated high school, and we’ve all have come a long way.”

“Do you come a long way?” Sam snickered at his crude joke.

I groaned. “Who invited the ten-year-old?”

“You’re just jealous because your man can’t shoot like a pro,” Destiny said as she tried defending Sam’s honor.

Oh, that’s how she was going to play it? The punk in me certainly couldn’t let that one slide. “It’s true. I don’t like to wash my hair with come shampoo just because my man overshoots his mark.”

Renee laughed and Ryan snapped is fingers in an oh no, she didn’t style.

“If you two cats are finished, put your claws away so I can finish,” Raj said.

I crossed my arms over my chest, and I could have sworn Destiny stuck out her tongue. Apparently someone invited a ten-year-old boy and girl to the party.

Raj continued. “Among us tonight, we have everyone from a Hollywood director to an acclaimed accountant.”

“That should have been a newspaper reporter,” Tom mumbled.

“You put your claws away too, big man.” Raj said, speaking slowly to annunciate each word.

“As graduates, we have all chosen different paths, but they all started right here in high school. Throughout this mystery you can use bribery, extortion, blackmail, or whatever means necessary to find the guilty party. Good luck and may the force be with you.”

“It really says that?” Miles asked.

“No, I added it for dramatic effect,” Raj said.

And without warning the lights went out, stranding us in the dark. Miles grabbed my arm, and I felt mushy inside from his protectiveness. Either that or Sam was trying to cop a feel, in which case his arm would be detached from the rest of him when the lights came back on.

I room was lit once again, and Bob was lying on the floor with his tongue hanging out.

“Really, Bob? That’s the best dead body you can give us?” Debbie said in her southern twang.

Bob lifted his head and looked at her. “Being dead ain’t easy.”

“I’m sure it isn’t when your gold-digging wife drains you’re fortune away after you die,” I whispered to Miles.

“I’m sure she’s disappointed it wasn’t a real murder,” he replied.

Sean came back into the room and clapped his hands once to grab our attention. “As you can see, there has been a murder. The victim is your old classmate who was a famous director. At this time I ask for your full cooperation during this investigation. I have another envelope for each of you, containing information, evidence, and objects to help you conduct your investigation. Play the game wisely and make sure your secrets are not revealed. I will present evidence I have found in which everyone will get a chance to examine.”

Sean fumbled with a manila envelope, which I guessed contained the evidence. It’s probably what he was doing while Raj was preaching. He pulled out a few small cards.

“These are business cards found in the victim’s wallet. The cards are that of the accountant, the musician, the punk, and the actress.”

“Let me see my business card. Does it at least look good? Does it say Moxie the Punk? Or does it say Le Punk de Moxie?”

“It’s a blank card,” Renee said.

“I’m firing my graphic designer,” I said with irritation.

“There is an invoice for payment,” Sean continued. “It’s from the victim’s accountant, and it shows the victim owed the musician a great deal of money.”

“At least I’m doing my fucking job right,” Tom snarled.

“These pictures were handed over by the punk. She claims she’d been tracking the flirt on the victim’s behalf and discovered his affair with the editor of the newspaper.”

“I still don’t think I’d stick it in a dude,” Sam huffed and turned his back to the group like he was a small child having a tantrum.

“I have a feeling if it walks, you’d stick it in it,” I slapped him on the back like we were old buddies joking around with each other.

“Hey, I’ve got limits.”

“You’re right. House plants are an exception.”

Sean cut off our sparring. “Finally, there is the blackmail note that was provided by the musician. It was found earlier tonight. I will give you all a chance to look at all the evidence. Afterward, take all you have learned and think it over. The investigation will continue in the morning. I wish you all a good evening.”

I walked over to the table where Sean placed the note.

Really? That’s it? I was hoping it would say something like what we passed in junior high: Do you want me to bribe you? Circle yes, no, or maybe.

“This all has been very exciting, but I’m ready to hit the hay, or hit Sam, whatever comes first,” I told Renee.

“I’m with you. I have to go plot out all the evidence and post it on the wall, then take string and attach the clues together like they do in crime shows,” she said.

“Seriously?” I looked at her in amazement.

“Fuck no, I’m probably going to give Raj a blow job then go to bed.” She smiled like the Cheshire cat.

That plan sounded like something I could get on board with. I walked over to Miles who was taking to Ryan.

“Hey, are you ready to go to bed.” I gave him a wink.

“Yeah, I just need to talk to Ryan for a bit. I’ll meet you up there.”

I felt disappointed that Miles didn’t scoop me up and drag me up the stairs like Rhett Butler did in Gone with the Wind. Well, fiddledeedee.

I walked up the stairs while talking to Debbie, but not actually listening to anything she said, just ogling at the rocks wrapped around her fingers and neck. She had to have had an entire diamond mine plastered to her body. I caught some basic words of the conversation. Cows, charity, Bob’s prostate…

I was in luck as my room was the closer to the stairs then Debbie’s was and I could escape Debbie before I had to hear any more about Bob’s genitals. I was about to strip my clothes off when I noticed a piece of paper on the bed and I picked it up.

I rolled my eyes and put the note in the drawer of the side table. Sean was going to taste my shoe after I stuck it so far up is ass for this stunt. Really? One thirty in the fucking morning? I would have completely ignored this except for one thing: I was in it to win it.