Elizabeth slid to a stop, her skis throwing up a fine spray of snows as she skidded to a sudden halt in front of her two friends.

“Thanks for that,” Gwyn muttered, wiping a fine layer of quickly melting powder off of her face, giving Elizabeth a gloved middle finger.

Elizabeth propelled herself on her ski poles the short distance to where her friends were standing, stopping just short of them and pulling her goggles and hat off, shaking free her short, brown locks.

Val propped her own skis up and applauded her friend.  “Great job Beth,” she shouted.

Gwyn rolled her eyes, throwing her skis over her shoulder and turning back towards the lodge.  “Showoff,” the red head grumbled.

“Ignore her.  Going down the black diamond was really impressive,” Val said, still beaming.  Her smile faded as she added, “Well, the last hundred or yards or so that we could actually see you.”

Elizabeth side, leaning over and unbuckling her boots from her skis.

“Oh don’t worry, we could see that awful getup you’re wearing the whole way down.  The whole mountain could see it,” Gwyn added, looking back over her shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.

Elizabeth looked down at her outfit.  She’d been really into skiing in high school, but at the time had been forced to do with hand-me-downs from her older sister, and while the brightly colored, ill-fitting snow pants and jacket hadn’t exactly been fashionable then, they were even worse now.  She’d opted to dig them out of retirement when her less than athletic friends wanted to go skiing for the first time, in lieu of buying new gear, a choice she was quickly regretting.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” Elizabeth tried to defend herself.  Normally, she wasn’t that self-conscious.  She was fit and trim, but the skiing gear, any skiing gear, would be less than flattering.  Gwyn, curvy in all the right places, somehow had found an outfit that enhanced her perfect ass.  And Val, there was no amount of downy jacket that hide her generous rack.

“Oh honey, it is that bad,” Val said, giving her friend a patronizing pat on the head.  “But look on the bright side, they have a hot tub, and you can show off them lady abs.”  

“Now you’re talking,” Elizabeth hoisted her own skis over her shoulder and ran to catch up with Gwyn, Val trailing behind as they made their way back to the resort.



The change to her skimpy two piece navy blue bathing suit had left Elizabeth in high spirits, and she strode down the hall towards the hot tub, confident that every male gaze and quite a few female gaze was upon her tone body as sheet strutted to the doors.  Her graceful parade was cut short as a gawking guy in a sweater grabbed the door for her, and was blasted by the cold arctic air.  Ignoring her dignity, she made a mad dash to the hot tub, covering her chest as the cold air has an instant effect on her nipples.

“No one’s staring at your tits,” Gwyn said, already soaking in the hot tub in her skimpy purple bikini.

“Christ it’s cold,” Elizabeth hissed, her teeth already chattering.  She kicked off her sandals and tossed her towel on a bench next to the hot tub, climbing in.  She sighed as her toe first hit the 103 degree water, easing her toned leg in and stepping in, sliding into the contoured seat, feeling the warm jets against the back of her neck.

“Not too bad,” Gwyn smiled, taking a sip of the beer she was holding.

“I’m never getting out,” Elizabeth said, in complete ecstasy.  When she opened her eyes, she saw Gwyn’s beer.  “Where’d you get that?”

“From the bar,” Gwyn said, and they both turned, looking back inside to the bar.

“I don’t want to get out, but I want something to drink so bad,” she said.

Gwyn chuckled, leaning over the side of the hot tub.  “Watch and learn.”  She spotted a group of guys heading back towards the lodge.  “Hey boys,” she called, resting her boobs on the side of the hot tub, pressing them together slightly.  All three of them made a beeline for the hot tub.  What do you want?” she asked Elizabeth.

“A margarita,” Elizabeth said.

“My friend would like a margarita, and she’d be incredibly grateful to whoever went inside and got one for her.”

Elizabeth smiled and gave a shy wave.

“Yeah, we can do that.”  The guys practically fell over each other trying to get to the door first.  One of them had the sense to stop and ask if Gwyn needed anything.

“I’m good sugar,” she said with a wink.

“I’d be ‘incredibly grateful?’” Elizabeth asked once they were inside.  “They’re going to think I’m going to give them a blow job!” she said incredulously.

“No they’re not.  They’ll hope, but they’re always hoping.  Now, where’s Val?”

“She said she was going to give us a head start.”

“Are you kidding me?” Gwyn asked, hunching forward.

“I think she’s still hung up on Brandon.  We have all weekend.”

Gwyn shrugged, taking another sip of her beer.  “Fair enough.  We could use the head start anyways.  If she were here you’d have to go get your own damn margarita.  Speaking of, her comes your drink.  And they’re already in their trunks.  They move fast.”



Val sat down by the great fireplace in the main lodge.  She checked her phone, only to find that while she could get calls and texts, she was unable to get the Internet up on the mountain.  She sighed, cycling through old text messages from her ex, Brandon.  She was so distracted, reading through the messages that preceded Brandon’s decision to break up with her, looking for something she had missed, she didn’t even notice a guy sit down on the couch next to her.

“There’s got be something up on this mountain more interesting than whatever’s on that phone.”  Val almost jumped out of her seat when the person sitting next to her spoke.  She looked over, seeing a guy in his late twenties, sitting uncomfortably close to her, holding a martini.

“I didn’t mean to startle you gorgeous,” the man said.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t see you there,” Val answered.

“No worries, beautiful.  Name’s Owen Brently.”  He put his hand over her phone, pushing it down onto her lap, his hand lingering on her thigh.  “And what might your name be?”

“Val,” she said, brushing his hand off of her thigh.  “No offense, but I’m a little uncomfortable.  You’re just a little close.”

“No need to be uncomfortable,” he said.  He draped his arm across her shoulder.  “Maybe it would help if we got you out of that tight turtleneck.  I’m not denying it looks great, but it looks like you need to let the those puppies breath.”

“Ugh, get off me,” Val said, ducking under his encroaching arm.

“Hey now, no need to get all feisty,” Owen said, grabbing her wrist as she started to rise.

“Is he bothering you, miss?”  Val and Owen both turned to see a man standing behind the couch.

“No, we’re good here dude,” Owen side, turning back away from the newcomer.

“I wasn’t asking you, I asked the lady.  Miss, is he bothering you?” he repeated.

“Actually, he is,” Val said, sliding as far into the edge of the couch as she could, away from Owen.

“Oh don’t be like that,” Owen said.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the new guy said, coming around the couch.

“What’re you gonna do, call security?”  Owen stood up, and the guy grabbed his arm, spinning him around and slamming him facedown into the couch.

“I am security.  Now the lady says you were bothering her.  Do it again and I kick you off the mountain.  Understand?”

Owen nodded, sputtering a yes into the couch.  The other guy released him, and Owen stood, sizing up his assailant, but the look in the guy’s eyes told him it was best to move on.  He dusted himself off and left in a huff.

“I’m terrible sorry about that miss.”

“Oh please.  He wasn’t that bad, but thank you.  You said you were security?”

“Oh, yes.  Rick Solomon, head of security.  And I didn’t catch your name.”

“It’s Val,” she said, smiling.  He was handsome, his blond hair just messy enough to contrast his thin, perfectly manicured beard.  His sweater framed his well-built upper body perfectly.

“Well Val, can I get you a drink?  The coffee here is alright, but the cappuccino machine in the staff lounge is top notch.”  He extended his hand, flashing her a disarming smile.



“That’s fascinating,” Elizabeth yelled at the guy four inches from her face.  The hot tub was now packed, and for the last twenty minutes she’d literally been smashed up against this guy who thought his job working at a packing peanut manufacturing plant was the most interesting thing in the world.  His sky blue eyes could only distract from his fascination with the assembly line process and the quality control that goes into Styrofoam for so long.

She looked around and saw Gwyn making out with the guy next to her in the opposite corner.  Elizabeth pushed her way across the hot tub, growing stickier by the minute with spilled booze and god knew what else, tapping Gwyn on the shoulder.

“I’m gonna go find Val,” Elizabeth informed her.

“Oooh, bring Val!” Gwyn said, her speech slightly slurred.

“Who’s Val?” one of the guys asked.

“You’d love Val.  Elizabeth’s gonna go get her.  She’s so much fun,” Gwyn insisted.

“Make good decisions please,” Elizabeth said over her shoulder as she clambered out of the hot tub, letting out a startled shriek as she felt someone grab her ass.  She got out, shivering against the sudden cold.  Her towel was gone, and she only wasted a few seconds searching for it before she made a dash for the door.

She stood in the warmth of the lodge, rubbing her shoulders briskly to ward off the cold.  She was keenly aware of several eyes on her wet and scantily clad form.  The petite brunette adjusted her navy swimsuit bottom, which had ridden pretty far up, revealing quite a bit of her toned cheeks, and then made her way back to the room.

Val wasn’t in their room.  She sighed.  Lately the three best friends had been spending less and less time with each other, and this trip was supposed to be a great bonding experience.  Three days without the distraction of boyfriends or work or family, and on the first night, Gwyn was drunk and making out with the first guy she met and Val was nowhere to be found.  

She decided to grab a quick shower and change, then she’d find Val at least, and the two of them could get Gwyn, and at least look for a slightly more interesting group of guys, if guys were going to end up being what the weekend was about.

The shower seemed to sober her up a bit, and put her in a better mood.  The three of them were a force to be reckoned with.  She’d seen some of the other girls there, and there were a few attractive contenders she’d noticed in her own petty, judgmental way, but compared to her and her friends together, none of them stood a chance.  There was no reason they should be slumming it with packing peanuts guy and his crew.  They were going to own this resort.  She just had to unite her friends.

She dried off, slipping into a sexy pair of red panties and a matching bra.  She donned a low cut sweater that left a good bit of midriff exposed and showed off her flat belly.  She pulled some skinny jeans up her muscular legs, turning in front of the mirror to admire how the denim hugged her ass.  Satisfied, she pulled on her socks and shoes, and set off to find Val.

She called her friend as she left her room, but it rang until it went to voicemail.  Hanging up, she shot Val a quick text, letting her know she was looking for her.



Gwyn almost fell over the edge of the hot tub as she tried to get out.  She slipped, luckily managing to push herself backwards rather than flipping headfirst out onto the patio, smashing her butt right into the face of another girl in the hot tub.

“Oh what the hell,” the bleached blonde girl yelled as she surfaced, Gwyn’s falling having pushed her under water and spilled her drink.

“Oh you’re fine,” Gwyn slurred, making another attempt to climb over the side.  The guy, whose name started with a D, she was pretty sure, reached over to help.

The blonde who’d been dunked reached up and shoved Gwyn’s ass, toppling her over the side, where the guy barely caught her.

“Drunk bitch,” the blonde said, her friends cheering.

Gwyn pushed away the guy as he tried to help her up, turning back towards the hot tub.

“I will straight up drown you, you skank!”  With surprising dexterity, Gwyn got one hand on the blonde’s shoulder and the other on the top of her head, and shoved her under, holding her there for several seconds before a couple guys pulled her off.

“Hey, maybe we better get you inside,” the guy said, unable to resist copping a feel as she made one last lunge for the hot tub before she settled down.

“Yeah.  Not worth my time, skinny bitch,” Gwyn said, walking with the guy back towards the lodge.  

Elizabeth met them at the doors.

“Gwyn, have you seen Val?” she asked.

“I thought she was with you,” Gwyn said.

“No, I went to go look for her earlier.  I’m starting to worry.  She’s not answering her phone, and I can’t find her anywhere.”

“She’ll be fine.  Come back with us to these guys’ room,” Gwyn gestured to the guys from earlier.  Packing peanuts guy smiled and waved to Elizabeth.

“Ugh, no.  Look, please help me find her, and then we can all hang out with these guys, or I don’t know, any other guys.”

Gwyn leaned in close.  “Elizabeth, you worry too much.  She wanted some alone time.  But if you really want to look somewhere, come look in these guys’ room.  They got one of the master suites.”

Elizabeth leaned back, wrinkling her nose as Gwyn’s beer breath hit her full in the face.  “You know what, just go,” she said.

“If you change your mind, we’re in room 227,” packing peanut guy said.

“Later Elizabeth,” Gwyn called as they made their way into the lodge.

“Why do I have to be the responsible one,” Elizabeth hissed after they’d left, stamping her foot.



Val woke up slowly, feeling almost hung-over.  That couldn’t be though.  She couldn’t remember exactly what she’d been doing though, and she definitely didn’t know where she was.  She opened her eyes, her vision initially blurry and the light incredibly bright.  Her eyes slowly adjusted, and she saw she was in a small room, the far wall occupied by a desk and covered in a bunch of TVs.  She was lying on a leather couch, and she slowly sat up, rubbing her head.  She squinted at the screens, and saw they weren’t TVs but monitors, each one showing a different security cam angle of the resort.

The security guy.  It was coming back to her slowly.  Rick had taken her to the employee lounge, and made her a cappuccino.  He had seemed nice, telling her about the resort, and then she’d started getting really tired.  He must have let her go to sleep on his couch.  

She quickly checked to make sure all of her clothes were intact.  Nothing seemed to have been tampered with, but as she looked around she couldn’t see her purse anywhere.  She figured it must be in the employee lounge, as she didn’t remember seeing the security office before.  She started to get up, but immediately had to sit back down as she got lightheaded.  Maybe she was coming down with something.

The door beside the couch opened, and Rick came in.  “Oh good, you’re awake,” he said, shutting the door behind him.

“Rick.  Did I fall asleep?  I don’t remember,” she said.

“Oh, that’s because I drugged you,” he said, matter-of-factly.

It took a second for his words to sink in.  “You, you did what?”

“I drugged your cappuccino.  I needed some time to get things set up.  Good thing I did, because that friend of yours, the little one,” he gestured at the monitors, “she’s already looking for you.”

Val’s big brown doe eyes widened.  “You drugged me,” she repeated.

“We’ve established that.”  He walked over to the desk, opening a drawer and rummaging around.  

Val’s adrenaline was starting to cut through the haze the aftereffects of whatever he’d drugged her with.  With his attention elsewhere, she got up and made a dash for the door.

She’d gotten her hand on the knob when he grabbed her from behind, his grip incredibly strong.  He pulled her back away from the door, his arm crossing across her chest, pinning one arm to her side and grabbing the other in her hand.  She opened her mouth to scream, but he was ready for that, slapping his palm across her open mouth, handgagging her.

“Let’s not start by doing anything stupid.  I’ve got big plan for this weekend, and you don’t want to mess those up for me, do you?”  He leaned in close enough so she could see him out of the corner of her eye over her shoulder, and feel his breath on her neck.

He dragged her backwards, away from the door.  “You move pretty quick, but let me assure, I am much quicker.  I don’t want to have to put you out again, but I will if you make me.  And it will be a lot less pleasant than when I drugged you.”  To emphasize this point, his thumb and forefinger slid up her face, clamping over he nose, denying her air.  She squealed and struggled, but she couldn’t shake his grip.  He released her nose, and she sucked in air.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen.  You and I are going to stay in here and get to know each other, and your friends out there are going to play a little game for us.  It can be a fun game, or it can be a not so fun game.  And that part really depends on you.  Do you want it to be a fun game?”

She nodded frantically.

“Good.  So when I let you go, are you going to try anything stupid like trying for the door again or calling for help?”

She nodded again.

“Smart girl,” he said.  He loosened his grip, letting her go.  She stood, panting slightly, a single tear rolling down her cheek.  “Now, have a seat,” he gestured to one of the two desk chairs.

She sat down, feeling very small with him standing over her.  He picked up several thin black stands from the desk.  She saw as pulled one from the bunch that they were zip ties.  She allowed him to fasten her wrists to the arms of the chair.  

“Please, do whatever you want with me, just leave my friends alone,” she said as he zip tied each of her legs to the chair legs.

“That’s sweet,” he said, patting her on the head.  “Let’s hope your friends care as much about you as you do them,” he said, picking up another item from the desk.  She saw to her horror that it was a roll of duct tape, and knew immediately what it was for.

“I won’t scream, I promise,” she begged.  “You said you wanted us to get to know each other.  I can’t do that with my mouth taped.”

He grinned, ripping off a length of the sticky tape.  “Oh Val,” he said.  “It’s time for you to be quiet now.”  He plastered the silver tape across her lips, pressing it smooth across her lips and cheeks.  He leaned in close, whispering in her ear, “You have no idea the things we’re going to learn about each other.”