Run, Little Boo

Sylvie stared down at her phone, disbelief washing over her.

She had just gotten off the phone with her boyfriend, Tyler, who claimed he could not make her best friend’s Halloween party.

That was to start in just a few hours.

Sylvie had been in the middle of doing her makeup for their couple’s costume when he called.

Jake the ripper and his prostitute victim.

It was her idea, a fun thing for a couple like them to do and maybe even win the costume contest.

Tyler, of course, pretended to love the idea. But behind her back, loathed the way she went overboard with such stuff.

She saw it.

Her best friend, Kayla, saw it.

She just couldn’t help but hold on though.

He saved her during her darkest time after all.

A debt that they both knew about, but no one else knew.

Sylvie cringed, thinking about how Kayla was going to be upset that Tyler canceled…again.

It really shouldn’t have surprised her, but her heart still sank once she saw his name appear on her phone.

She knew full well he was canceling.

Sighing, Sylvie finished getting ready, allowing silence to be her comfort.

Her phone pinged as it received a message.

It was from Kayla.

Hey bitch, you guys are still coming right?

Sylvie smiled despite herself.

Of course. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.

She typed out, hesitating for a brief moment before hitting send.

Another ping immediately came.

She chuckled at how quick her friend responded, but when she looked, it wasn’t Kayla.

It was an unknown number.

Sylvie… Did my brother ditch you?

Blinking, Sylvie stared at the familiar number, her heart suddenly thrumming in her chest.

Richtor?

Setting the phone down, she decided to finish getting ready.

She may be hoping it was Richtor but she wasn’t so desperate that she would sit around and wait for an answer.

Putting on the outfit, a tattered corset, flimsy skirt that barely covered her ass, and fishnet tights, Sylvie distracted herself long enough to almost forget the weird text.

Almost.

Richtor had been her dream man the moment she laid eyes on him.

She met him through Tyler when they were first going out many years ago, as do teenagers meeting each other’s families.

He had these deep brown eyes that seemed to penetrate her soul, seeing clearly every desire she had.

And they seemed to sparkle with a dark promise.

But they dimmed the moment Tyler introduced her as his girlfriend while they were in high school, something she was proud of at the time.

Tyler was stable while her life wasn’t.

But… the pull she had for Richtor was hard to ignore.

So, to prevent anything from happening, she stayed clear of him.

Never being in a room with him alone.

Never engaging in anything other friendly, boring chatter, hoping she would be able to deter him away from her.

It worked… a little too well.

He ended up enlisting in the Marines with his friend Jonathan, who she had met a handful of times, and disappearing without much word, other than a flat goodbye right before he left.

Richtor looked like he had more to say at that time, but Tyler was glued to her side, making it known she was his.

The vibration of the phone pulled Sylvie from her thoughts, making her reach for it as her heart began to thud.

Yes

A simple answer that had her heart suddenly in her throat.

So many questions came to mind.

When did he get back?

Why was he contacting me?

Did he think about me while he was away?

She thought about him, more times than she cared to admit.

And during some of her most intimate moments with Tyler.

Blushing, and thankful no one was there to see it, she typed out a simpler message.

How did you get my number?

Sylvie didn’t put her phone down this time, noticing that he had already read the message and was typing out a response.

That’s not important. Did Tyler cancel on you again?

Again… a simple word that held more meaning than she would have liked.

A meaning that said he knew about how their relationship had been over Richtor’s time away.

Sighing, she typed out the truth.

Yes. I’ll be fine, I’m going at Kayla’s

Sylvie watched again as he typed out a reply instantly.

It was refreshing how quickly he was answering compared to Tyler’s slow responses.

Jonathan and I will be there.

Blinking at the words, Sylvie tilted her head.

What does that mean?

She was about to refuse his, and Jonathan’s, company, but she knew how he could be.

Fine

Was her reply, sighing again as she put the finishing touches on her costume.

***

Sylvie took a sip of her water as she leaned against the doorway into the kitchen.

The atmosphere was perfect for a Halloween party.

Kayla had the lights replaced with red light bulbs, giving a blood red look to everything.

There was a fog machine that was going off on a timer every fifteen minutes, and decorations that would put the Haunted Mansion to shame.

It was fantastic, a night that could have been a blast had Tyler showed up.

“Hey,” a man dressed as an undead football player greeted, placing a hand above her head so he could lean close.

He dipped his head close to her ear, making Sylvie cringe a little.

“What’s your name?” he asked loudly through the blaring Halloween music Kayla had playing.

She could smell the beer on his breath, which had her turning her face away.

Before she could think of a fake name, Sylvie spotted Kayla through the crowd.

“Sorry,” she mumbled before walking away, not caring if he heard her or not.

“Kayla!” She yelled, waving an arm and feeling relief wash over her at a familiar face.

“Sylvie!” Her best friend squealed, wrapping her arms around her when they were close enough.

Pulling back, Sylvie took a good look at her friend’s costume.

“Oooo, a witch. Very nice, very old school,” Sylvie teased.

Kayla tossed her long black hair over her shoulder.

“It’s a classic that I resonate with,” she said haughtily before looking Sylvie over.

“What is this? A dead prostitute?”

Sylvie gave her a half smile.

“Basically…”

Kayla stared at her, knowing there was more to the story.

“Tyler was supposed to be Jack the Ripper and I was one of his victims.”

Closing her eyes, Kayla took in a deep breath.

“And where is he?” She finally asked.

Sylvie pursed her lips, trying hard not to let her eyes tear up.

“He’s busy. Couldn’t make it tonight,” she replied, trying her best to keep her tone flat but failed when her voice broke at the end.

Kayla put a finger to her temple and rubbed the area as if trying to alleviate a headache.

“I am not going to get into it tonight,” she exhaled, getting a surprised look from Sylvie.

“Wanna know why?”

Sylvie nodded, blinking away the unshed tears.

A devious smile spread across Kayla’s face.

She leaned in, her eyes locked onto something behind her.

“Because I see two very sexy gentlemen looking for you,” she whispered.

Sylvie stiffened at her words, her face flushing red at the possibility of Richtor and Jonathan being there, looking for her.

Like he promised.

Kayla gave her a light kiss on the cheek, grabbed her shoulders, and turned her toward the two intimidating men that were already staring at her.

“Fuck Tyler, go have some fun with those two,” Kayla whispered before giving her a little shove.

Sylvie stumbled, catching herself on the arm of a couch before righting herself and walking over to them.

They were both dressed in their marine field outfits, the tan camouflage, tan shirt, and tan combat boots was already doing things to her.

A deep desire that was heating up her nether regions and causing her nipples to harden, the fabric of the cheap corset adding to the sensations.

Biting the inside of her lip, she hoped neither could see how physically affected she was just from seeing them.

Just from being in the same room as them.

Her focus turned solely onto Richtor.

He wore a skull mask that covered the lower half of his face, while charcoal lined his dark brown eyes.

Did they just get done with a mission or something?

Glancing at Jonathan, and seeing the same black charcoal smeared over his face, had her confirming that they most likely did come from a mission.

A slight frown marred her face as she approached them.

Jonathan smiled brightly at Sylvie.

“Sylvie! How are you, beautiful girl?” Jonathan swooped her up in a hug before she could even get a word out.

Sylvie squealed, then laughed as he swung them around, her feet lifting off the floor from the momentum, making her grab him by the shoulder with her free hand as the other still held onto her cup.

Jonathan was always the happy jokester, always keeping people calm with his silliness and affection.

Once he put her down, Sylvie took a step back with a big smile.

“I’m doing well, how have you been? I haven’t seen you guys in ages!”

“We are alive and kicking! Just taking a quick break before going out on another missio-OW!”

Richtor had elbowed Jonathan in the ribs, hard, trying to keep him from saying too much.

Sylvie’s eyebrows drew together in confusion.

“What he means is we can’t stay long,” Richtor said as he turned his dark eyes onto Sylvie.

Sylvia’s cheeks flushed as she became the center of his attention.

“Oh,” was all she could manage as she stared at him.

He looked older, stronger, and wiser to her.

Especially with the short black hair and the scar that was still pink across his eyebrow, running dangerously close to his eye.

Her pussy suddenly ached so hard that she nearly squeezed her thighs together in front of them.

His eyes dropped down to the red solo cup in her hand, breaking whatever spell she was in.

“Oh! Um, are you guys thirsty? I’m drinking water in case I have to pick up Tyler later… Wherever he is now,” she trailed off, the sudden sadness taking over her excitement.

A growl slipped from Richtor, making Sylvie bite in her lip in a nervous manner.

Jonathan reached out and pulled her lip out from between her teeth.

“Careful, little boo, you don’t know what that does to us when you do that.”

Sylvie’s eyes widened at both the admission and the name.

Richtor stepped forward, towering over her as he bent down so he could whisper in her ear.

“My little brother is a little boy, not a man. And I believe you need two men to take care of you,” his breath tickled the outer shell of her ear, eliciting goose flesh to rise on her skin.

Sylvia sucked in a breath, taking in his words.

Richtor wants to take care of me? How?

“What do you mean?” she whispered.

Jonathan leaned over to whisper in her other ear, already causing tingles to run through her body.

“We mean lets have us a little fun tonight. Some Halloween fun, your favorite holiday, right?”

Sylvie paused.

“How do you know that?”

She never told Tyler, not that he would care.

Tyler hated the holiday, hence the holiday was barely celebrated.

Probably the main reason he canceled on me.

“Oh… We have our ways,” Jonathan smiled, his teeth inches away from her earlobe.

Sylvia’s eyes darted over to Richtor.

He was still hovering over her other shoulder, inhaling her scent deeply.

Have they been… watching me?

She wanted to shake her head to get rid of the thoughts, but with how close they were and how every nerve ending felt like it were on fire, she couldn’t.

She could barely fathom them wanting her.

Drawing in a shaky breath, she was about to speak when Richtor’s finger trailed up her arm, waking up her body more than it has in years.

“I know what you want, what you crave. I’ve heard you moan out my name when you think you’re alone, touching your cute little clit with those delicate fingers,” he grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him, their lips inches away.

“I know you want both Jonathan and I to chase you, to catch you, to fuck you.”

Sylvie’s eyes widened.

She knew she had breathed out Richtor’s name a few times when she was masturbating, especially after some very disappointing sex with Tyler, but the chasing was never voiced.

That was a fantasy she had written down in her journal, that had a lock and a key she kept in her purse.

For a moment, she was mad.

Mad for the invasion of privacy.

Mad for being caught.

But as much as she knew she should be angry with him, she couldn’t help but be turned on even more.

Her fantasy might actually come alive tonight.

Carefully, she looked up at him, hoping he could see what she was trying to convey.

Hope and desire.

He still had his mask on, but she could see from the crinkles around his eyes that he was smiling.

“Jonathan,” he turned while letting Sylvie go.

Jonathan leaned back, a smirk on his face as if he already knew what was about to be said.

“She gets a head start,” Richtor instructed, eyeing her over as he thought on the amount of time.

“Seven minutes.”

What an odd number.

“Yes, sir,” Jonathan responded, the smirk turning into something more.

Richtor leaned back in front of Sylvie’s face, pulling down the mask so his mouth was free.

She stared at his lips, entranced when his tongue peeked out and licked his teeth.

“Run, little boo,” he whispered.