This is the first half of a story inspired by the "hunting for Bambi" hoax. Even if the story as a whole is not finished, this chapter is a finished section and can be enjoyed as such. If there is interest I'll continue this story.
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Battle of the Sexes.
It was a beautiful summer day. The midday sun was high up in the sky, heating up the world with its golden rays. The car park was mostly empty, except for a few neatly parked cars. Mostly small compacts, not the eye catching luxury limos one would expect to find at a luxury hotel.
A group of at least a dozen pretty young women had gathered near the entrance. They vaguely looked like a tour group, yet they were standing together was more like a collection of individuals. They were all dressed as if going for a shopping trip of sorts.
A few were talking to one another, most of them were just standing there. Their dress was a bit too casual, not expensive and fancy enough, making them look somehow out of place next to the large glass doors with luxurious golden handles and the shiny marble walls. All were wearing trainers, heels were notably absent, another oddity.
I park my car and hesitate. This must be the right place. Those girls, they must be the other participants. So it looks real, or is it? They can't possibly cheat that many girls, can they? And anyway Corey told me it's legit, she joined before, and it was a blast, in more ways than one, she said. If it was a total cheat, I should have heard more about it. I'm nervous, very nervous.
Another car pulled in the parking lot and parked next to hers. A pretty young woman got out. Well built, long blonde hair, wearing a tight tank top showing a little bit of cleavage and knee long skirt. The ideal clothing for the hot weather, and it made her look sexy. Girls like her could be spotted in the wild easily whether walking down a shopping street in town or strolling along the beach, but again she was wearing trainers, not a typical footwear to go with this outfit.
The advertisement had been discrete, forwarded only within the circuit. The other women waiting there probably also came from the erotic services sector, such as escort bureaus, erotic massage salons or similar establishments. It was at first like a mere rumour, "big bucks paid to women participating in a naked paint ball game."
Of course they want women with experience, and with that they do not mean paint ball experience. Of course it is more than just running around naked and be shot at. And of course the pay is good, which generally means one sure thing: trouble. The bigger the pay, the bigger the trouble and the lesser the fun.
Trouble ahead. And supposedly big bucks ahead. And I am not alone here, either. There are more, so it should be genuine. And reasonably safe. The money should be real, the trouble should be manageable, or I'd have heard about it. My friends in the business confirmed that this organiser is trustworthy. Even though I could not get a name or anything, apparently for my friends it was not something entirely new, and that I could expect more such rumours going around now and then.
Just a few days ago Samantha also told me she had joined such an event, she told that it was not all that bad. Yes, paint balls hurt. Yes, you will have a lot of sex. No, you don't really have choice in who to have sex with. And yes, you get to wield your own paint ball marker and shoot back, and that part is actually fun. At least you're not just being hunted down.
Vickie watched the blonde join the other women waiting at the door, and realised that it was time to get out of the car or she would be out of the event before it even started. Besides, it was getting really hot in her tin enclosure, and that combined with her tense nerves made her sweat.
She made up her mind, and decided to go through with it. Grabbing her purse she took a deep breath, released the seat belt and opened the car door. Outside air rushed in, it was cool when compared to the searing heat that had been building up inside the car. She got out, closed the door, locked it and standing firmly upright walked to the group of waiting women.
"You guys waiting for the paint ball game?" she asked one of the women, a skinny girl with short, dirty blonde hair.
"Yes," the woman answered, and looked the other way, making it obvious she was not interested in any more conversation.
The behaviour of this woman makes me feel unwelcome. My nerves start to play up again, I feel tense, and even though I know now for sure they're also waiting to be taken to the paint ball game I strongly feel as if I do not belong here. Nobody seems to belong here. Most other women just stand there, looking nervous, and like the skinny blonde do their best to ignore the others.
As I stand there waiting, three more women arrive and join the group. I check out the other participants. All young, mostly early to mid twenties, some a little older, around thirty maybe. Good looking girls all around, all different sizes and shapes. At least in my spaghetti strap sun dress I fit right in with the rest of them.
After they all waited silently in the hot sun for a few more minutes, a woman in an expensive looking dark grey skirt suit appeared. Her high heels clicked noisily on the concrete surface as she walked straight towards the group. Everyone looked in her direction, expectantly.
"Good afternoon ladies, and welcome to our club," she said. "My name is Melanie, and I am very pleased to see you all. The weather is excellent, and we expect to have a great day. Now if you would all please follow me, we will take you to our club.
"Please be reminded that this club is highly exclusive and discrete, and our members like to keep it that way. So do not tell anyone of the actual location of the playing field, or anything else you might see or hear today. Any questions?"
A nervous silence ensued.
"Excellent, please follow me."
Melanie walked back to where she came from, and everyone followed her. Around the corner an unmarked bus was waiting, the engine running.
My mind races. This is the point of no return. Get on that bus and I'm in to the end. Will I survive? Will I make it through? Will they be gentle to me, or will I be treated like how a kid treats its toys? How often will I get shot? How many men will I get to service?
The bus is a bit scary, intimidating. All the windows black, you can't see through. Only the driver has a bit of a view. I have no idea where I'm taken to, I'm nervous, feeling tense. Nobody is talking, there is a nervous silence in this bus. I'm afraid, afraid of what's to come. I'm not in control any more, my only solace is in that I'm not alone.
The bus set off, made its way out of the city, onto a motorway, then a secondary road, and then smaller and smaller roads until about half an hour later they ended up on a dirt track. The last part of the route the bus was travelling slowly, shaking violently as it hit the potholes in its path.
This is supposed to be a pretty exclusive and luxury club. How come they're on a dirt track? With such a simple wooden clubhouse? Is it just to keep prying eyes out? Part of their exclusivity? I hope it is indeed just that, as otherwise the trouble may be even bigger than the worst case scenario I ever imagined.
My heart is beating in my throat, I am really nervous. It is about to start. Soon I will be running around the trees naked, to be shot at, to be hunted as game, sex game.
Melanie asked the girls to get off the bus, and led them to one of the wooden buildings. None of the other women talked, many of them looked rather tense, while others walked with a confident stride.
The bus had stopped just inside a gate, the entrance to what seemed to be a rather large fenced-off area, built using boards preventing outsiders to peek in. A few low-key wooden buildings were near the entrance gate.
The building looked much better on the inside than the outside would suggest. Fine finishing, nice looking furniture, everything very well built and in top condition. Melanie led them to a large room that looked like the dining room of a fancy restaurant. On a long table along the wall all kinds of food were placed, Vickie could smell the delicious aromas of the various dishes as soon as she entered the room.
