Chapter 32: The Person's Game. Part 2: The Plan
(The next morning, Annabeth was ordered by the Person to leave the Camp to Central Park, and The Person sent the "instructions of how the Game will be", and The Person told Annabeth to do the instructions right, with her accepting it, and starting with Sherman at the park).
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The first thing Annabeth saw on her phone when she woke up was a warning from the Person.
Blondie Hottie, glad you woke up. Let's start this party, and it will be good for MY HUGE DICK ;)
Annabeth got up from bed at six in the morning, with her half-brothers and sisters waking up slowly, and she, wearing a gray, almost transparent nightgown that could see her bra and panties, looked at the phone screen, and remembered last night.
The person. Who he was (or she, she was confused up to now) demanded that of her yesterday.
Who are you? She typed.
Someone who thinks you're a beautiful and sexy professional porn star: D, and who deserved a marathon of sex movies to get even better.
Annabeth read everything, and felt furious and wet at the same time.
The Person ... this anonymous person really woke up with energy, and he wanted her to start that "game" at once.
You already thought of everything, right? She typed, rising from the bed.
Everything yes… Excuses, places, times… A LINE WAITING FOR YOU… HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Annabeth started to take off her nightgown and grab her clothes, going to the bathroom carrying her phone, reading more messages.
Just use some monster or personal commitment as excuses and leave the Camp in half an hour. The Person typed fast. Too fast. I will know where you are, and follow my instructions. Today is going to be a fucking good day, you hot blonde busty.
While reading the message, Annabeth brushed her teeth, showered, dressed in her usual clothes (orange shirt, jeans, backpack with supplies - she took everything last night, before going to sleep) - and put her phone in her pocket.
When she came out of the bathroom, she was surprised to find a man standing next to her.
It was Malcolm, her half brother, wearing only a boxer, still sleepy, with a phone in his hand.
A phone in hand ...
"Annabeth?" said Malcolm. "Good morning."
"Malcolm, hi," said Annabeth, looking into the classic gray eyes of Athena's children. "Woke up early."
"I'm going on a mission with Sherman and Katie in an hour," he said. "We received it by surprise last night, so I woke up early ... what about you?"
Annabeth, blinking, intending to ward off sleep, said:
"Personal commitment," she lied, but half-truth so far. "My half-brothers are going to visit me, and I thought about taking a tour of Manhattan in the meantime."
"Ah, that's good," he said. "Too bad my step-brother on my father's part doesn't see it that way ... because he is still blinded by the Mist yet. I think that's a good thing."
"I see ..." Annabeth saw the phone in his hand. "What is it?"
Suspecting Malcolm to be The Person was getting stronger and stronger, Annabeth took the phone from him, hoping to see the blackmail and invitation now on the screen. He complained at her act.
But there was nothing. The conversation was with his mortal father, saying good morning and that he was fine, and the contacts present there had nothing with the name "THE PERSON", as in Annabeth's phone.
"Why did do that?" asked Malcolm.
Annabeth, making up a quick excuse, said:
"Reflex. From yesterday's games. Remember? I'm still on high alert."
Malcolm thought about it, and laughed.
"You should relax a little."
"Really ... I'll do it one day" she gave him his phone back. "Good mission."
"Nice walk around Manhattan with the little brothers," said Malcolm.
When she left Athena's Cabin, she thought:
I am going for a walk… but not as you think…
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Argus left Annabeth in Central Park after an hour of walking, so he left and Annabeth walked around the park, waiting for The Person to contact her again. As she walked, even for the ride, Annabeth crossed Malcolm off the list. Even though he was not on the list of suspects that could be The Person, her suspicion was only on his phone.
That was shameful, and she chastised herself about it. She was smarter than that, so she would need more evidence to choose a suspect.
When she sat on a bench, watching people slowly fill the park as the morning slowly appeared, Annabeth's phone flashed with messages.
Great. You left. The Person sent her cheerful emojis. Now we can start our game.
Let's get on with it!
Hmmmm ... Hurry ... No, Bitch of Athena ... Let's have our time with this. Now, wait for your first man there.
In Central Park? She typed it in, knowing where it was ... and what it was. Isn't it risky?
Not if you get caught. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Just wait, trust me ... because I have this ...
Suddenly, a video appeared on the screen, and Annabeth saw it, surprised.
It was her having anal sex with Sherman in Ares' Cabin ... that was the day Katie came back, Sherman fucked Katie in the kitchen deposit, with Annabeth watching, and the day ended with more anal sex between her and Sherman in his Cabin.
This happened weeks ago, and the video was shot from the window.
If you fucked a son of Ares where people sleep, then a blind spot in Central Park will be easy for you.
Annabeth still had doubts about that. She looked around and saw that Central Park was starting to fill with more people. And it reminded her of when she fucked Connor in the park.
That was a long time ago. After Connor helped her screw Matt Sloan with his girlfriend and his family by filming their sex in his penthouse room (long story, and Annabeth thought Matt was BAD IN BED!) And in the end Annabeth rewarded Connor with quick sex between the trees in Central Park.
At least that part Annabeth liked from that time.
Annabeth, returning to the present, saw that The Person was typing again.
Very well, I have the first title of our game: Teen Slut Fucks Horny Soldier Boy in the Park in the Morning.
Annabeth read it all, and found it strangely interesting. She found herself liking this and tried to deny it.
But, her uncontrolled lust - which compelled her to always fuck, something genetic of the Olympian family - was starting to get hotter and hotter.
And now read carefully! The Person started typing at length. You will not mention that I am wanting this. All your sexual energy has to come from you! If you tell someone what is going on, your sex life will be exposed to everyone you know. You are smart, Annie Bell ... what will be? Are the ideas mine or yours?
Annabeth read everything and took a deep breath. She will have her revenge. She knew that, but against someone unknown, at a distance, who seemed to know more than spoke, she couldn't threaten whoever The Person is now.
For now ... she needed to follow the Person's "Game". And she typed:
Mine. These are my sexual encounters.
That's right. I like it :) :) :) :) :) :) Now get ready, because your first partner is coming now…
And so, The Person stopped typing, and hung up his contact from messaging.
Annabeth put her phone away, seeing what would happen now. Who could it be that would come there?
And when she remembered the word SOLDIER, she had an idea:
Sherman Yang.
And, turning around, Annabeth saw Sherman Yang walking up to her. He wore the same orange shirt as her, except for the sleeves, which had been ripped, and the number was smaller than his body - to show his compressed muscles in there, and it was a good body, in Annabeth's opinion - shabby pants and combat boots. The angry expression and cut hair were common for him, and he saw her there.
"Annabeth? So is that you?" He smiled as he showed his phone.
There was a message:
Come to Central Park to fuck me crazy. Ass: an ass hooked on your dick.
And the number was unknown. And Annabeth did not send this.
And suddenly, she remembered the Person, the threat for her to "say it was all her idea", so she said:
"It was me. How great that you came" she smiled and put her arms around his waist.
"All for you, sexy. But… secret number?"
"Being careful," she winked at him, and approached him sensually. "I need to keep my sexual adventures a locked secret from everyone ... will someone steal my phone and reveal what we did? You send me photos and videos, remember?"
Sherman remembered. He had already sent pictures without a shirt, with a hard cock in his hand, smiling as he fucked another girl to tease her. And a lot of more stuff.
And it wasn't just him, but everyone who seduced her into more and more sex.
"I see," he said, understanding her lie. "But, since we're here ... do you want it… here?"
"Yes," she moaned, and took his face for a wet kiss. Sherman left and tightened his embrace around her. "I want a more spicy adventure ... and you like it. Dangerous sex, where anyone could see a strong warrior like you fucking a hot blonde like me ... don't you like it?"
The provocation was working. His cock was really hard, you could see the tent in his pants, and Sherman's face was getting more and more calm, showing a lust for her now.
"I like it… and with a hot girl like you… I can take any danger to earn your ass."
"And then?" She took his wrist, hard, as Sherman liked. "Where are we going?"
"I know a place," he started to walk. "Where we'll probably be in hiding."
"Probably?"
"You'll have to see it to believe it," he winked at her. "Follow me!" and started running.
With no other option, she ran after him.
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The place where Sherman went was the men's room.
She looked around for Sherman, and an obvious clue was a camp shirt, with the sleeves torn, left over the wall that separated the men's and women's bathrooms.
"Women's bathroom… really?" and when thinking about the Person, she murmured: "Really."
So she took his shirt and went inside.
Inside, the place was empty, with candy wrappers, cans of soda and crushed beers, dirty urinals, and the stalls were empty.
She entered slowly, looking around.
"Sherman?" she called. "Sherman?!"
Suddenly, a door opened on the last one, and Annabeth thought it was a man coming in and turned around in alarm.
When she saw who it was, she saw that it wasn't just any man, it was Sherman.
He was shirtless, and pants open straight, showing his black underwear to her.
"What's up, hottie?" he teased, his body approaching her. "Liked?"
"It's dirty and abandoned here," she said, seeing her dirty reflection in the mirror.
"Perfect here," he said, hugging her from behind. Annabeth was starting to like this. "Perfect for fucking, isn't it?"
Annabeth felt his tongue on her neck, his hands lifting her orange shirt, reaching for her breasts inside her bra, and a hand squeezing her ass.
Annabeth found herself in the mirror, and started to smile, until she moaned.
Then Sherman started to lick her face, and Annabeth turned her face to kiss him. He took his shirt and threw it on the floor, thus starting to feel her body.
Their moans were louder and louder, their debauchery was beginning to grow, but before he opened her pants, they heard voices approaching.
And Sherman and Annabeth heard stronger steps towards them.
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As soon as they entered and locked the door inside a stall, Annabeth and Sherman stood there, waiting for something to happen.
Suddenly the door opened, they heard voices coming in as they spoke.
But that didn't stop Annabeth from taking Sherman's face and kissing him. She was getting more and more excited about what was going on, and she wanted to go through with it now. Anyway.
This surprised Sherman in a good way. He liked it madly.
Annabeth did not stop kissing him, not even with people nearby. She couldn't. Sherman was fucking hot. And that situation was getting more and more irresistible to her.
She stopped, licking her lips, put on her shirt and pants and his shirt on top of the vase next to them, took off her bra and went around his neck, pulling him to her face.
Annabeth licked his face, and started to slowly lower, licking his chest, both nipples, his six pack until he played with his pants.
As she teased him for sex, Sherman heard them talking.
"... And after the party, he was, like, addicted to my body." By the voices, they were older women, more than Annabeth.
"Crazy cow, you really are a fucking freak!"
"Horny and wanted. There are four horny guys wanting my cave wet again."
"Liar! I'm the winner here! There are about six provoking me! Those shirtless gym rats! Always good to fuck."
Annabeth opened Sherman's pants. His hard cock jumped free again.
She, looking into his brown eyes, seeing Sherman worried and at the same time excited, licked the head of his dick.
"Fuck, at the party yesterday, I was all crazy drunk" said one of them. "A German model in his twenties pulled me into the bathroom and stuck his tongue in my mouth! Then he teased me, lifted my shirt and opened my bra! My twins had come out ready to shoot, and he sucked like a hungry man for milk!"
Annabeth was giving him a blowjob. Sherman leaned against one of the walls, enjoying this. Besides what she was doing, hearing those women talking about fucking other men was even better.
Four women outside, with a closed door hiding him and his hot fuck-friend who's giving him blowjob.
Suddenly he heard a knock on the door. Someone pulled over there. He looked at the door. Annabeth didn't stop sucking on it.
"There was a hunk once, brother of my friend, that I fucked in his bed, at a party at his house" said another. "And the crazy guy came to me later. I saw him on the street with my fiance!"
Surprised gasps.
"Did you cheated on your boyfriend?!" asked one of them, laughing.
Sherman also did this to his girlfriend. It still did. He remembered her, his girlfriend. The sex was good, but she always wanted more. When she wasn't around, he felt more horny and free than before, which led him to look for Annabeth at that place - GPS was the best thing in the world - and lured her here with his muscular body that he knew she loved, and with that he was there, inside a stall, almost caught by those women while he was fucking his favorite blond horny girl.
And that he loved to do. For pure and simple pleasure of sex.
"I thought he was going to scold me, but he just said he was a "school friend" of the old times. My fiance thought it was strange, but he accepted and left. That skinny gym rat called me in private and said "if you want to keep engaged, you have to fuck me as payment"."
"Did the nut blackmail you?" asked another.
"And I thought it was so bad," he heard the sarcasm in his voice. "So bad that he wanted to sweeten it four times a week ... and I feel full of sugar."
They all laughed at that.
Sherman smiled. It happened to him once, at his school with a committed cheerleader, and it made sex taste better for both of them. The danger of being caught and discovered ... found it dangerously addictive, and it gave sex a new thing to become addicted to. And he fucking loved it.
"It was fucking awesome. But it was good for me as well, because every time my muscle bo is busy, I fuck with another hunky lover. Everyone wins!"
Everyone laughed again.
Sherman felt hands on his chest. He looked down and saw Annabeth running her fingers over his chest, then went to her nipples and played with them.
Suddenly, the four started walking get out.
After the door slammed, everything went quiet.
Annabeth stopped sucking his dick and stood up.
"Did you liked to hear, pervert?" she teased.
Sherman smiled at her, lifted her up and grabbed her waist and kissed her.
He lifted her up and left her against the wall, she was with her legs spread, watching the vase between her legs, while he kissed her greedily. She liked that way of kissing. Sherman bent down and put a hand on her panties for the shorts.
"Do you want oral in the vygg?"
"Go deep!"
Sherman lowered her panties and licked her clitoris. She scratched his head with pleasure.
His tongue was going deep.
He sucked like he sucked a popsicle. His hands caught her breasts and he played with her nipples while squeezing them. The same as she did with him. She almost moaned. Almost.
His tongue was good. She felt that tongue licking everything, wanting to give pleasure until she released everything on his face.
She tried not to moan, she didn't want to attract attention from the outside. And he was so good at it that he was feeling his climax coming over and over.
Suddenly he immediately got up, and pulled her by the wrist to the outside.
"Touch the sink," he said.
She liked his imposition, and she obeyed. In the mirror, she saw her horny student approach, taking her breasts, pulling her into a kiss and, without any warning, began to penetrate.
Annabeth kissed him while feeling his cock inside her vagina, enjoying another sexual adventure with him. He moaned, but his moans were muffled in her mouth. He then pushed her away slowly, breaking their kiss.
She leaned against the sink, feeling that huge cock penetrate her body again. She looked at herself in the mirror and found herself fucking Sherman again, with both of them moaning.
Annabeth smirked, enjoying having sex in a public toilet for the first time.
She looked at her horny student, watching his drawn body penetrate her vagina over and over.
Then Annabeth looked at herself in the mirror again.
Sherman was behind her, poking her pussy mercilessly. He looked at her face through the reflection in the mirror, and he showed his tongue to her.
Annabeth imitated, feeling her body seething with pleasure.
She moaned more and more with his shagging.
Leaning on the sink, looking at herself in the mirror, Annabeth watched Sherman hold her waist as she pushed hard.
Sherman moaned names for Annabeth. "Bitch. Horny. Penis slave. Fucking hot. " Annabeth then retaliated.
"Horny hunk! Muscular with fucking sausage! My sexual warrior! Fucking your lover ... in this public bathroom ... You fucking good! You are better than the others at the Camp!"
Sherman got in harder.
"Of course I am, hottie. That's why you're fuckin me in the bathroom… I don't think you even did that with Percy!"
Annabeth liked the intensity. He and Sherman were equal in many ways, even in sex. Percy was fast and big, and Sherman was the same.
"Really ... I'm loving it!"
"I always hear that," Sherman groaned, not stopping. "But you're the best I've ever fucked!"
"Praise accepted!" she moaned, enjoying it.
After more shagging, their bodies crackling with each penetration, Sherman soon said:
"I'll come!"
"Inside," said Annabeth, out of nowhere. "Percy came in too!"
"Mine is better!" Sherman put more. She knew that, she already felt his jet inside the laboratory, but she wanted it very much now. "Take it!" he groaned, victorious.
Annabeth felt the stream of semen fill her vagina. It was so much that she gripped the sink tightly. His tongue stayed out of his mouth, his surprised eyes appearing in the reflection.
She also saw Sherman smiling in the mirror, with his tongue sticking out in victory.
Sherman came out of her vagina.
Fresh semen came out of her vagina, forming a puddle on the floor.
Annabeth loved sex, and the desire for more grew within her.
Annabeth saw in the mirror Sherman putting on his shirt again, hiding that physique she liked.
"I was right: you are a fucking hot girl who knows how to fuck. That was too crazy. Call me when you want to get hot in the pants again."
Annabeth wanted to send him the shit, but her body compelled her to say:
"Soon, I'll call you. Make me moan again."
Sherman smiled, completely satisfied.
"Combined, delicious. But I think it's better to go, my girlfriend must be looking for me."
So he took his shirt and left the bathroom, looking around carefully before leaving.
Annabeth looked at herself in the mirror again, feeling strange and excited at the same time.
She had sex with Sherman ... but at the behest of someone, not because of her lust.
Suddenly, she heard the phone ringing in her pants. She turned and walked over there, even naked, with semen dripping from her vagina, leaving a trail from the sink over there. She took it and saw that The Person (the contact said that too) and answered:
"What do you want?"
"Hi, hottie," said The Person, the voice adulterated. "You were good ... fucking in the public bathroom was something, but fucking with strangers around ... just got better! You have talent to be a porn actress."
Annabeth looked around.
"How do you know what happened?"
"Look at the little window.
She turned, seeing a window over the mirrors, and saw a sphere there, floating. She was amazed.
"Eyes in the sky?"
"Yes, congratulations! Bitch of Athena. That's right. Hephaestus' offspring make cool toys, but they don't know what a safe is! I'm glad I got a bunch of them for me."
"So this is how you have videos of me," concluded Annabeth. "You pervert, you are obsessed with me."
"With your body, voice, breasts, ass, perverted by penis and crazy to fuck in public, who wouldn't? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" He laughed so hard that Annabeth pushed the phone away from her ear. When he stopped, she put the phone back to her ear. "Anyway, you have to go for a walk, so go to the place I'm going to send you."
"Where?"
"You'll see ... and your next lover will be there. See you soon ... literally!"
The call ended, and when she saw the window, Annabeth saw that the Eye in the Sky flew away.
In the bathroom, dressing quickly, Annabeht received the location in an image. A map of Manhattan, and a message underneath.
Blonde Horny Fucks Lover in Public Bathroom. Better title, don't you think;)
Annabeth ignored the message and saw the map. So she came out of the dirty bathroom. Outside, Annabeth walked and, with GPS on, started to go to the location on the map.