Brooke Is Destined To Worship Cock (sample)

Summary: Brooke has moved to the city, been dumped by the boyfriend that brought her there, and is wandering through life aimlessly until she comes to a message on the sidewalk seemingly written to her. Will she regret following the instructions? She is on the path to finding her destiny, but what does destiny have in store for her?

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It was a grey day, not just the clouds, not just the buildings, but everything from the inside of her eyes to the furthest point in the endless sky. Brooke wished she could pull herself free of the concrete and soar above the steel and glass buildings which seemed to lean in and threaten to close together over her. She’d never really liked the city, but her third boyfriend had convinced her to move there, then, only a month later, had kicked her out when he found a girl willing to let him do things she’d never let him do.

She stopped, cocked her head to the right, and stared at the patch of pavement in front of her. She’d been walking with her eyes down, lost in thought, but the neon pink letters had pulled her attention back to the real world.

“Brooke, come up to the third floor of the building to your right,” it said.

“That’s odd. I walk down this street every day. Is this for me or for someone with the same name?” she wondered.

She stared at the hot pink letters for a while longer. The “handwriting” didn’t look familiar, but it was painted on, so that could be it. It was probably just some local nut-job writing nonsense.

“Like I’m going to go up to the third floor of some random building, because the sidewalk told me to! No chance!” she said to herself and then continued walking.

The street seemed to buzz with whispers as she picked up her pace to get home. She had a TV dinner and a new movie to watch waiting for her. She didn’t have time for hot pink messages and third-floor surprises. She pulled the key for the outer door to her building from the mass of keys on her belt and stopped just before pushing it into the lock.

“Do something different today,” the flyer hanging on the door said in bright, bold, neon green letters.

“Do something different? It’s not like there could be too much trouble to get into in an office building. At worst, I’ll get thrown out. Or, more likely, there’s nothing to see there… but maybe I should check it out. I mean, there’s no harm in checking it out and it could be fun,” she thought to herself.

She clipped her keys back onto the metal ring on her purse, spun away from the door, and half-jogged back down the sidewalk to the message. She looked the wrong way at first, but put herself back in front of the pink letters so they were right side up, and looked at the building to the right.

It wasn’t much. An apparently empty, three-story, office building made of red bricks. Just a few feet down the sidewalk she spotted an open door and slipped inside.

A small elevator in the far wall was brightly lit in an otherwise dark lobby. She walked over to it, her legs quivering with a combination of excitement and fear, and before she could press the button, the doors slid open silently, as if they had been waiting for her. She stepped inside and pressed the button for the third floor.

As the elevator glided up the few flights, she wondered if she’d made the right decision. Her mind played over fears and fantasies of being sold into sexual servitude, of being molested for hours or days, of finding long-lost riches.

The elevator stopped and the doors slid open to reveal another set of pink letters written on the floor in front of her.

“Welcome, Brooke, we’ve been waiting,” they said.

“Well, isn’t that a warm welcome,” she said as she stepped out of the elevator and looked around. The doors closed behind her before she could turn to leave and she noticed the button to call it back had been removed.

“Hello?” she called out into the darkness surrounding her.

A series of lights turned on leading down a long hallway to her right. She wondered who was controlling the building and why they were interested in her.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” she said with a shrug and began walking down the lit hallway.

The building was remarkably quiet for being right next to a busy city street. She wondered if it had been sound proofed or just happened to have really thick walls.

“Great, Brooke, you’ve let yourself be lead into a sound proof building with some psycho who wants to do who knows what to you!” she said as she continued down the barely lit hall.

The floor creaked and groaned every few steps and the hair on the back of her neck seemed to shift with every breath. Brooke reached into her purse and pulled out a small bottle of pepper spray she kept to defend against muggers. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped it and walked further down the long hall.

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