4 Nerds Want Lemons

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Chapter 13

Last summer 3rd pov

Sometimes in the hotel business there were things known as conferences that would be held. Ryland, Darius, Jay and Sammy were all asked by Ryland's Uncle Ned if they would fly to an undisclosed country and help lead a conference in a huge mansion that the men of some top notch company rented instead of a hotel for their conference. The men trusted Uncle Ned and needed staff members for all services.

2 weeks alone and all the boys had to do was help check in top elite customers and make sure their rooms were stacked to the nines with all amenities. The conference was a week long thing that would end on the second Saturday they were there and the boys were going to help the caterers that night. And clean up after words. When it was over they got to vacation for five days without any parents at a local hotel that Ned had set up for them.

Every night of the conference they were to stand in the back of the chosen room in the mansion and serve wine or water if needed. At least those were the instructions given by Uncle Ned while being in the states. The only problem anyone saw was the fact that they were never told what the conference was that they were attending.

Yet, no one stopped to ask. Ryland assured them that whatever it was they were attending couldn't be anything to bad because otherwise his dad wouldn't have let them go.

They boarded the plane in LA county and landed in another time zone and place altogether. Sammy thought the country was beautiful. Jay started sneezing the second he stepped off the plane and didn't stop until he found Clairton on day two. Darius didn't say much and thought everything sort of smelled like pee, but he liked the bright colors. And Ryland was too focused on his Uncle Ned's annoying texts to take in the sights.

"Guys, Ned is freaking me out." Ryland complained, they all were stuffed inside a very small fiat that felt like it would explode at any moment.

"What? Why? Is he just worried we are late?" Jay asked calmly.

"No. He says, 'Buddie, there's an issue. I was supposed to hire adults as in 18 and older adults. I fucked up. Can you guys pass as 18?' So, I said yeah if they don't ask for IDs. And then he said , lie and tell them you lost them. And then I said sure okay. To which he said, I'm not fucking kidding, kid."

Sammy furrowed his brows. "Ryland, are we in trouble here?"

"It sounds like it. Yes." He sounded afraid. They all looked afraid and as the car pulled up to the address they gave the cabby, a few things became very clear.

1, they weren't in America anymore.

2, they may not even be in a land where laws existed anymore.

3, they definitely weren't going to pass as adults.

4, the cabby was in no way shape or form any help.

The cabby took one look at the place and told them to get out. "I don't know what you kids are up to. But I no jail. No jail for me." He repeated with a definite language barrier in the mix.

Ryland grabbed everyone's bags and looked up toward the mansion and wondered why some people were naked. Other people were in leathers and why others still were in shoes that looked like horses hooves. He no longer wanted to be here.

Jay and Darius had the same thought. That it looked interesting.

While Sammy thought it looked like all they were going to get into was trouble.

They were at a BDSM conference.

*****

Tomlin

Thursday 5:45pm

It took this child longer to describe the plane ride than the conference. I scoffed. "That's it. You're not going to tell me what you fucking saw? Who did what? The pivotal moment? Nothing?"

Sammy shrugged. "I have dinner with Navy in 15 minutes. I don't have time for every detail. And the reader got the good version, but I had to keep saying gray eyes, and navy eyes and amber eyes, and now I'm fucking tired as fuck from that mind fuck."

I chuckled. "You lot are crazy. I think that's wild. I think that could be a book all on its own."

"It could be. Someday I'll tell you. For now, can you drive me to the boss man's house?"

"Sure. I wonder what my dad wants? Anytime he says he wants to talk we either are moving. Or he's letting an army vet on layover, or something like that, stay with us."

"Yeah, I think my cousin or something used your house last year. He was here to see his girlfriend."

"Cool. Yeah, Shorty by the way. I think if it's a friend rule you should stop being bad. That's what I would do. Friends are important." I told him with a nod, pulling over for him to get out.

"Thanks, Lemons. Have a goodnight."

Sure, I thought, wondering what the fuck happened at that mansion of naked and leather clad men.