The Game- Part 1 of 4

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 “Good morning the time is 4:30am the temperature is 65 degrees with clear skies.” Came the sing-song voice of the alarm.

   She grabbed her phone off the night stand and turned off her alarm before Oh Fortuna by Hammerfall started blaring out of her phones speaker.

   I should really change that song to something a little more up beat if I'm going to be getting up this early she thought as she swung her legs over the bed and searched around the floor with her feet until she found her slippers. Groggy and with one eye open she walked over to her dresser where she had layed her running cloths out the night before. The sun would not be up for another half hour still so the bed room was completely dark.

   She ran her hands over the dresser and found her  cloths knocking over her bottle of 5 hour energy in the process and with a clunk and a rattle she heard it roll across the hard wood floor. “Shit” she exclaimed as her hand  fumbled around the wall for the light switch. Clicking it on she shielded her eyes from the overhead light. She spotted the little red and orange bottle half way across the floor. She walked over and swiped it up giving it a accusatory look as if to say how dare you jump off the dresser and try to run away. She ***led the plastic off the cap flicking it to the floor, opened the bottle and brought it to her lips letting the harsh citricy liquid pour into her mouth. The taste was awful but it gave her that extra kick to get her started before a run.

   She walked over to her floor mat and kicked off her slippers, pulled off her pajamas and changed into her running cloths. Feeling the energy drink starting to kick in she walked down the hallway found her shoes and opened the screen door leading out into the cool morning air and left cabin number 5, jogging down the path towards the lake.

      She arrived at Hunters Lake And Campgrounds in upstate NY a week  ago for a much needed rest and relaxation from the hustle and bustle of new your city. She was the young assistant of Angela Ames one of the top nude artists in New York. Her gallery was right in down town, right in the middle of everything. She ran the gallery, sold ***tings, coordinated showings and interviewed and set up Angela's models. The hole thing sounds glamorous and exotic but in reality it was exhausting.

   She was constantly on the phone with suppliers, buyers, other gallery's from different areas wanting to sell Angela’s work in there shops. She had a cell that was linked to the galleries phone so she could use a headset when she was organizing ***tings, doing coffee runs or hailing cabs to make quick runs to the ***t suppliers up town, which if you have ever been to New York  then you know there's nothing quick about going from one end of the city to the other.

   Sure there's closer shops she could ***t but Angela liked one shop in particular that used a specialized powder to make there ***ts. She said it gave the colors life and if there was not life in a ***ting then it might as well not exist at all. It took her damn near  a hour and a half to make that run from the gallery when Angela ran out of one of her favorite skin tone colors.

   Sitting in traffic that was not moving anytime soon she actually contemplated jumping out of the taxi and stealing a cops horse that was tied up eating a bag of oats while his rider was in a coffee shop, she would have gotten back faster.

   The best perk of the job was the all expense paid vacations she got to take whenever Angela shut the gallery down and for a week or two and hopped a plane or yacht to some exotic destination with which ever exotic man swept her off her feet. She would never fall in love with these men, she just went off had amazing erotic adventures and came back renewed refreshed and inspired.

  She was absolutely amazing, she remembered Angela telling her after she got back from a week in Barcelona with this very nice looking Italian man that it was one of the most erotic experiences she had ever had and they never even had sex, well not intercourse anyway. Then she had asked her assistant if she had ever 69d before. When the questioning look on her face made it apparent the answer was no Angela told her to go out and try it immediately with a man or a woman it did not matter. She just blushed and continued inventory. Well Angela was off again this time to Greece for two weeks and she got her little retreat in the woods.

   Normally she would never get up so early while on vacation but on her first morning she had awoken from a dream and was wide awake at 4am. She wondered around the cabin, made coffee and sat in the small living area until the sun started to rise around 5:00am. It was almost a mile to the lake by the trail  and she decided to take her coffee and check out the lake at sunrise.

   As she got closer to the lake she could hear what sounded like someone swimming. The sun had started to rise and in the early morning light it look like a man doing laps close in to shore. There were only three cabins that brought people out of to this part of the lake and she was unaware the other two cabins were occupied. She climbed down a little embankment and stood behind two trees growing closely together.

   She was not exactly spying but she just wanted to get a better look at the swimmer in the water. He was not quite close enuf for her to get a good look at so while she waited for him to turn and swim back she scanned the lake. The water looked clean and cool, the sunrise had added pinks and oranges to the sky that reflected off the glassy lake almost making it a mirror image.

     There were some picnic spots and a couple areas for some small bon fires, what really interested her though was the log sitting close to the lake half way nestled in the small pebbles that surrounded the lake some yards away. There was a towel and cloths layed out, shirt shorts underwear, she stopped looking around and turned back to the swimmer in the waster. Was he naked? She moved  back trying to conceal herself behind the two trees. She was planning to stole out and introduce herself like she hadn't just been hiding and watching him but now that would be a little awkward. So she decided to stay put, she could have gone back the way she came but she was interested now.

PART 1 of 4