Pharma

[Shocker]

Out of curiosity, it’s years ago that I read this part if Pharma the last time. Did JC play such a crucial role in this? I would have sworn it was only Steve, Joe, Mari, Sam and Bubbles. But my memory might be fading.

[LtBroccoli]

Out of curiosity, it’s years ago that I read this part if Pharma the last time. Did JC play such a crucial role in this? I would have sworn it was only Steve, Joe, Mari, Sam and Bubbles. But my memory might be fading.

JC plays a pretty big role in the Cabin Party, and I got some plans for how things go after everything settles down.

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: MF, setup
Content Warnings: Boating and Billiards.
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Drew and the women arrive at Lake Hiawatha and have a great day...
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Chapter 48(M/F, setup)




When Drew pulled the Mercedes into the parking lot for the lodge, he was amazed at what he saw. They drove through forests and rolling hills, and arrived at the main guest entrance for Hiawatha Resorts. A beach surrounded a large lake, and near the main gate stood the hotel and parking area. A small community of shops stretched along a small street off of the main lot that led in one direction to the free community park and beach nearby and another to the marina, where dozens of boats were moored. The place was busy with people milling about, yet serene. People of all shapes and sizes dressed in everything from swimming trunks and bikinis to jeans and long-sleeved shirts. Families dressed for swimming and playing hanging out with hunters dressed for getting lost in the woods chit chatting with hipster nature freaks.

It reminded him of home. Melbourne.

He looked for a parking space in the sea of cars and found one in the Wolf Den lot. The parking lots all had cute names for different places animals in the forest lived. Wolf Den, Bear Cave, Eagle’s Nest, stuff like that. After parking, everyone got out of the Mercedes and stretched. It was a long, long drive. As much as he wanted to hand the driving over to someone else, Morgana wasn’t feeling too good on the trip, Bianca’s just along for the ride, and Aislinn has never driven on the ‘wrong side of the road.’ Morgana claimed she was just a little tired but seemed to cheer right up as soon as she texted Tommy and James. Well, Tommy. James was just in the room.

Speaking of texting Tommy, as soon as the car stopped Morgana sent them their GPS location. A moment of back and forth and they replied that they’d be there soon. Soon was about 5 minutes, just long enough for Aislinn to score some weed from the party that parked next to them. Drew shook his head. That’s when Tommy beeped the horn from their rented golf cart. Tommy drove a red 6-seater All-Terrain Golf Cart with a canopy and a little trailer attached, obviously for their luggage.

Tommy stopped the vehicle and jumped out. He made a bee-line to Morgana and they hugged, almost forgetting where they were. He then went over and bro-hugged Drew. James made his way over, slowly getting the lay of the land. Tommy wore a gray polo shirt, shorts, and boat shoes. James was in a light linen short-sleeved button up shirt and cargo shorts and boat shoes. Drew was in a red polo and khaki shorts. Morgana was in a white t-shirt and tasteful blue shorts with sandals, her hair up in a bun. Tommy took a long, hard look at Aislinn while James did the same with Bianca. Aislinn had darker skin than her sister, and her hair was straight, long, and light brown. She was skinny. Very skinny, but very cute. She wore a pair of black and white striped shorts and a black tank top. Her sunglasses hid her eyes, but she was smiling at him the whole time he looked her over, slipping on her flip flops that she didn’t feel like wearing on the drive. Bianca wore a shoulderless crop-top-type shirt and a pair of jean shorts. Her wedge shoes made her look a little taller.

“Oi, bout time you met someone. Tommy, this is Aislinn. Aislinn, Tommy.” Morgana said, nearly dragging Tommy over to her sister. He smiled.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” She smiled back, moving her head up and down a little, taking in his frame and body. He was better looking in person. He went in for a shake, and she hugged him. “Oi, been talkin’ for months, finally get a chance to see ya.” Once he got the signal, Tommy hugged Aislinn. She smelled like lilacs.

James and Bianca were a bit more reserved in their meeting but warmed up quickly. As James helped load the luggage onto the attached trailer, Bianca brushed up against him, trying to remember how to flirt when sober. It took a minute but she got the hang of it. They loaded up everyone’s bags into the golf cart and left the parking lot, heading for the cabin. Tommy drove, and Aislinn insisted on sitting next to him. Drew and Morgana were in the middle row facing forward, and James and Bianca sat in the back, facing backwards.


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The group made a quick stop at the cabin to drop off their stuff and freshen up. Morgana and Drew claimed the upstairs bedroom with the jacuzzi while the other four tried to figure out who would get the other three bedrooms. Tommy was already in the basement and James on the first floor. That left one bedroom on the top floor open. James and Tommy offered to take the top floor room with the spare couches, but Bianca and Aislinn said no. Both women offered the other the bedroom only to politely decline. The phrase “we’ll figure it out later on” was bandied about more than once. When Aislinn said that, she smiled at Tommy in that cheeky way her sister did right before initiating sex. Bianca was less over the top with her flirting, but even Stevie Wonder could see something between her and James.

Eventually the two women took their stuff up to the top bedroom, but neither one insisted on taking the bed. The two had just met a couple hours ago so they were still feeling each other out. They both realized what the other was thinking, and finally put their thoughts to words. If each woman played their cards right, neither would need the bed. But, whoever struck out first would get the bed and the other one of the couches, and they’d switch tomorrow.

As they left, Tommy ran upstairs and grabbed his video camera. To record things for posterity.


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About a quarter before 1PM, James made sure that everyone was in the cart for their trip to lunch. He told everyone that he had reservations at the best place to eat in town. Drew was more than a little confused then when instead of driving back to the resort James instead headed off the camp’s property and onto the main road outside of the camp. He was even more confused when James drove this glorified golf cart on the same highway they drove on to get here. James took them a couple miles down the road to the oldest parts of the town, to the buildings that were here before the recent expansion by the resort and corporate interests.

At first everyone thought they were going to local diner Harry’s, or to one of the other slightly upscale restaurants along the main drag. It was only with pure shock that everyone looked at the sight they saw as they pulled up to the building that they would eat at.

E&B’s Bait Shop and Bistro.

The only thing more shocking than pulling up to eat a bait shop was the line out of the door. It wasn’t a big place but at least 30 people were standing in line. This didn’t include the twenty or so tables that were filled up outside.

“Here we are. C’mon.” James waved everyone on, helping Bianca out of the cart. Drew looked at the place with the same look that a golden retriever has when he looks at a diesel engine.

“The fuck? A bait shop?” Drew said incredulously.

“Yeah, a bait shop. Best food in the state.” James said, walking to the end of the line. A young woman with a tablet was going through the line, taking orders and confirming reservations. Morgana looked at the line, then around at the crowd. It wasn’t a joke, people were eating and enjoying themselves. She overheard the young woman ask about reservations.

“What kinda bait shop takes reservations?” She asked.

James pointed to a sign in the window, which before was obscured by patrons standing in line. “The kind that has one of these.”

Drew’s attention followed James’s pointing, and as soon as he saw the red and white six-sided rounded star, his jaw dropped to the floor. He had to stare at it for a moment to make sure it was real.

“Is that-“

“Yeah.” It’s all James had to say. Drew was on the verge of tears. Morgana was confused until she read the part under the logo.

“2018 Michelin Star. This isn’t a fookin’ joke, is it?”

“Of course it’s a fookin’ joke, I paid a hundred people to sit around and act like they’re havin’ the best meal of their lives, just to see if I could get ya to eat fish food.” James said, getting the sarcasm out of his system. “It looks crazy, but Brandon is one of the best cooks alive, and he’s run this place for almost 20 with his partner. A good friend of mine recommended this place when I first visited, and I thought it was a joke too. I almost married a BLT sandwich that day. You mean no one Googled this?”

Everyone shook their heads no.

The young woman came over. “Welcome to E&B’s, is this for here or to go, and do you have a reservation or pickup order?”

James straightened up a bit and addressed the woman. “Yes, we have a reservation. It was originally for four, but could we bring in two more chairs?”

The woman looked through her tablet. “As long as you’re okay with it being a tight fit. Name on the reservation?”

“James.”

She scrolled through the tablet. “Hmm, not seeing a James. Could it be under another name?”

James rolled his eyes. “Kanga. Look for something that starts with Kanga or Kangaroo.” As soon as James wasn’t there, he knew what name Bob called this in under.

From the way her eyes went wide she saw the name on the list. She turned the tablet to him. “How is that pronounced?”

“Fooker. My friend called it in.”

She nodded. “Right this way Mr. Kangaroo Fooker.” James shook his head. The young woman said it just loud enough for the rest of the party to hear.


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E&B’s had been in business for about 20 years. It started when two gay men, Eric and Brandon, decided to open a business around Lake Hiawatha. They originally met at a bible camp there, but didn’t start dating until years later. Eric was always much more of a traditional outdoorsman but Brandon had a passion for food. Eric saw the need for hunting and fishing supplies for people visiting the lake, and Brandon wanted to make some good food. What started off as the weirdest paired restaurant in the tri-state area quickly grew into a place of legend. Once the resort was built, more travelers came and discovered the secret the locals hid all these years. It was completely unexpected when the place was recommended to the Michelin Group as the best restaurant in the region. The group and even Brandon thought they were being pranked. That was until they served the food to the judges. From there, the rest is history. E&B’s is the only bait shop in the United States to be officially recognized as the best place to eat in it’s region.

Lunch was impressive, to say the least. James and Tommy each had a pulled boar sandwich where the boar was butchered within the last 72 hours and cooked on homemade rolls with an aioli that was also homemade. All of the ingredients were either made in the shop, out back from their farm, or sourced locally. Only one other ingredient besides the salt traveled more than 20 miles to get on the food. Bianca had the BLT that James talked about earlier, and he was right; it was a sandwich worth marrying. Morgana and Aislinn both had the Vegan Sausage rolls, and noticed something vaguely familiar in the taste. Drew ordered the chef’s special for the day, a little experiment he was working on called G’Day Mate. It was a kangaroo burger with beetroot, pineapple, bacon, cheese, onion, tomatoes, and an over easy fried egg. The kangaroo was locally sourced, security at the zoo being very lax nowadays. But there was something extra, beside from the homemade ketchup. There was a flavor that he hadn’t had since he was a kid.

When the waitress came back over, she confirmed not only Drew’s suspicions but Morgy and Ais’s as well. One of Brandon’s secret ingredients was Vegemite. He used it to add a little umami flavor in the vegan sausage rolls, and made a spread of that and avocados that he used as an occasional mayo substitute or enhancer. Drew asked if it would be possible to get some of that spread to go. As they settled the bill, the waitress game him not just a container of the spread for his toast in the morning, but also some bread and a little jar of his childhood, Vegemite.


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After lunch, they returned to the cabin to figure out their next steps. James received a text from Bob. The BBD8 would be ready for a little run around the lake in about half an hour, he just needed to unload some cargo from it first. If he wasn’t there, Marcus would have the keys for him. James thanked him, then told everyone the new plan. They took this as a chance to change into some swimwear and boating clothes.

It took Bob’s staff a little longer than a half-hour to unload the cargo. Since they were running behind, Marcus suggested that everyone enjoy themselves on the promenade for the next half hour. This worked out well, since they had a chance to relax for a bit, grab some drinks to go for the boat, and hit a little bar near the boat. They settled down at an outdoor tiki bar called Tiki Taki Toe. For as bad of a pun as the name was, they made an excellent margarita. With the bar’s generously sized to-go cups, everyone made sure to order an extra round once they had the go-ahead to board the boat. That came when a young woman in shorts and a green Hiawatha Resorts polo shirt approached James and gave him the keys.

She was a little too eager to give the keys to James, as they caught a glimpse of a few of Bob’s men moving a large box off of the large boat and onto another boat. A box large enough to fit a person inside. James and Tommy had a pretty good clue who was in there, but to the rest of the group, it was just a large trunk.


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“Ballbuster Deluxe VIII? I have so many questions.” Bianca said, noticing the name of the boat as James helped her on board. “Like, why?”

“It’s my friend’s boat, eighth in the line of Ballbusters. The original was his grandpap’s, which he named after his wife, my friend’s grandma. She was the original ballbuster.” James said, climbing onto the main deck.

“Oi, ya didn’t tell us yer friend had a yacht.” Morgana said from below decks, seeing the two full bedrooms, kitchen, and multiple baths on board.

“He does pretty well for himself. Everyone on board?” James asked. A chorus of aye’s and yeah’s echoed. Tommy and Aislinn walked through the lower deck with Morgana and Drew while Bianca settled herself into the seat next to the Captain’s chair. James fiddled with the controls for a moment, Bianca watching him closely.

“That friend of yours, he the same one that called in the reservation, Mr. Kangaroo Fooker?” She watched James laugh.

“Yep. His name’s Bob. He and I go back a long time, kind of a misunderstood bloke. He had some stuff to do but let me borrow his boat.”

“Must be close if he let you borrow his boat.” She said.

“Guess you could say so. I wouldn’t go around braggin’ ‘bout it.”

“He didn’t seem very friendly earlier.” Bianca stated.

“Who, the tall skinny guy? Nah, that’s not Bob. That’s one of his assistants. The girl works for ‘im.”

“Wait, your friend has an assistant who has resort employees working for him that recognize you?” Bianca was a little confused and intrigued.

James had the boat started. He turned toward her and leaned in, talking softly. “My friend Bob is kind of a big deal in these parts, but I don’t like to brag about it. I hate being that guy that asks for favors, and I don’t loike being a burden on people. He offered to let us borrow the boat for the afternoon as long as we have it back before nightfall.”

“He must like you if he trusts you enough to take out a million-dollar yacht. This is…this is really nice. And you know the controls well enough to turn the engines on and pilot it.”

“I come up when I can. It’s a great place to relax.”

“I can see why. It’s beautiful up here.” Bianca said, looking out over the lake.

“Hey, mind not telling the rest of them about him? Especially the lawyers down below.”

Bianca looked at him for a moment with a quizzical look, then caught the meaning. She then did the zipper-across-the-lips movement.

“Thanks.” James smiled, then finished the launch prep, including untying the mooring ropes. Within a few minutes, they were off, headed for middle of nowhere.


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There is almost nothing as relaxing as lounging about on a yacht in the middle of a lake, completely separated from the world. Doing so while with good drinks and great friends is the only way to top that.

James steered the yacht, keeping the bow facing the sun while Morgana and Aislinn laid out for a tan. Aislinn wore a brown and white striped bikini that helped ‘boost up the girls.’ Morgana was in a blue bikini with white polka dots. They both laid out, drinking, smoking, and catching some rays. Aislinn rolled a tiny joint and the two sisters got a little baked while they baked. James just piloted the boat, enjoying the view on the way to their destination, the middle of nowhere. There was a sweet spot in the middle of the lake where the water was calm, clear, and refreshing, where most other boats generally left everyone alone. The perfect spot to stop for a swim or dump a body. James came here to swim. Bob showed him where it was, and he doesn’t like to swim this far from shore.

He stopped the boat, letting its momentum carry them along. Tommy and Drew went to the back of the boat and stripped down to their trunks. James joined them, then jumped in the water first. Drew followed. Tommy swam for a moment, but wasn’t that strong of a swimmer so he stayed very close to the boat. He climbed back up after a few minutes, feeling refreshed.

Bianca made her way to the back of the boat and sat, striking up a conversation with Tommy. Drew and James went for a swim, and they figured they’d watch from the boat for a couple minutes. Bianca had removed her t-shirt and was in a bikini top that somehow strained the laws of physics by keeping her huge breasts in place. If Tommy had to guess they were a DD at least. When James swam past, Tommy asked Bianca if she could swim. Her first mistake was saying yes. “Don’t you dare-“ were the last words she said before he pushed her into the water, right next to James. A moment later and the skinny young man was in the water with them.


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When they arrived back at the marina, James handed the keys back to Marcus and thanked them for the pleasure of using the BBD8. Everyone was sort-of dressed enough for walking around the marina. Aislinn had put on her jean shorts and tied a button-up shirt to cover up. Morgana did the same, but Bianca just carried her t-shirt with her as they walked around. She would never normally be this brazen out in public but she didn’t have a kid or asshole ex-husband with her, and she enjoyed the attention she received, especially from James.

They made their way down the street to a little place called Hook’s that served fresh seafood and some vegan entrées. It was good food. Not as good as E&B’s, but comparing every painting to a Van Gogh isn’t fair to the other painters.


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After dinner, they returned to the cabin and relaxed for a bit, just sitting around the fire pit bullshitting. It was still a little light outside, but they figured it was a good time to start it and have it going for the rest of the night. It was also a good time to get the next round of drinks, too. Aislinn took this as a hint to roll a nice, fat joint and light it up. It was a mix of White Claws and beers around the campfire when they got to talking. As James talked, Aislinn noticed something about his accent. The more she smoked, the more she noticed it wasn’t what she expected.

“Oi, where you from mate?” Aislinn asked, trying to pin something down.

“Perth. Born in Perth but mum’s from Glasgow, we spent some time in Scotland when I was a tike.”

“That explains it.” Aislinn said, nodding. Drew and Morgana nodded along. The yanks Tommy and Bianca were out of the loop.

“Explains what?” Bianca asked.

“My accent. It’s just different enough that some Aussie’s pick it up. Surprised they didn’t catch it after all these months.” James waved at Morgana and Drew. They shrugged.

“Well, you’re kind of a dick, mate. First met ya, wasn’t sure about ya. Over time, it just became a thing that if you wanted to talk about, you’d bring it up.” Drew said between sips of his beer.

Aislinn puffed away, having a sip of White Claw. “Anyone want some?” She looked at the rest of the party. Morgana and Tommy both wanted some, but had weird side glances, considering that both of their bosses were sitting next to them.

“Sure, pass it around. I’m not having any, but everyone else is free to do what they want.” Bianca said, sipping her beer.

Aislinn passed the joint to Morgana, who took a couple healthy hits. “Thanks, means more for the rest of us.” Aislinn laughed a little at her own joke.

“Don’t you have a drug test in a few weeks?” Drew asked before Morgana passed him the fatty.

“I checked with HR. It’s mostly legal here, like back home. Even more so since more conditions are covered here. As long as I’m not tripping balls or smoking meth, it’s fine.” Aislinn sipped her drink. Drew puffed puffed passed to James, who took a small hit then passed Bianca over to Tommy.

“Not a fan, B?” Morgana asked.

“No, I love the shit, just can’t risk anything during the custody process.”

“Makes sense.” Morgy responded.

“You said you had a card for this? Like cancer or some shit like that?” Tommy asked before coughing. He passed the joint to Aislinn who had a long hit but didn’t cough like some little punk ass bitch.

“Nah, anorexia. I was always skinny growing up but just got really hard to put weight on. Well, did some modeling and it was the only place in the world where I was the fat one. There was always pressure to maintain the perfect body, and even a simple meal came with anxiety about getting fired and replaced and bullied and whatnot.”

“That sucks.” Tommy said.

Aislinn took another hit. “Yep. Got so bad that I couldn’t eat without having an anxiety attack. This, I don’t feel bad when I eat or drink.”

“Awesome. You modeled, anything I might’ve seen?” Tommy asked.

“Oh, just some small magazines and videos here and there. And then there was the hardcore lesbian pornos and the time I fooked a horse for coke, but who hasn’t in the modeling world?” Aislinn said with as straight of a face as possible. For a moment, Tommy almost believed her. She started laughing. “Just fookin’ with ya mate. It was meth, not coke.” Aislinn took another hit before passing the joint around. After she passed the joint to her right, she slid her chair over a little closer to Tommy on her left. Close enough she could put her hand on his arm.


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After a little bit, Morgana needed to head up to the cabin for a trip to the loo. Tommy followed her, saying he was getting another round. When she saw him follow her, she went to the bathroom on the main floor instead of the one downstairs by his room. Just in case anyone asked why he was in his bedroom getting drinks. She asked if he could check something out in the bathroom for her, and after making sure the coast was clear he agreed. She closed the door behind him, locked it, then quickly kissed him.

“I’ve missed you so much.” She said, enjoying the feel of being in his arms again.

“Me too. Don’t have long, anyone can come up any moment.”

“Right. See how things go this weekend. Y’know Ais wants to fuck ya.”

“Kinda got that hint.”

“Lemme know who’s better. I know a thing or two she doesn’t.” Morgana smiled a cheeky smile and leaned in to kiss him again. This time he broke it off. He left the bathroom. Lucky for him, the coast was clear. He grabbed another round of drinks for everyone, but waited for the cheeky little blonde to come and help him carry everything down to the party.


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It wasn’t long before someone recommended the hot tub. Since everyone more or less still had their swimwear on, it was just a matter of turning it on and hopping in. Officially it’s supposed to fit 4 people, but that didn’t stop people from coupling up. Morgana and Drew squeezed together, as did Aislinn and Tommy and Bianca and James.

After the second round of drinks and more smoke, Morgana and Drew retreated upstairs. Soon after, Bianca and James decided to get out and return to the campfire with another set of drinks. That left Tommy and Aislinn to finish the last joint and shut off the hot tub. That was when she leaned in to kiss him for the first time.


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Morgana led Drew to their bed, stripping the whole time. It didn’t take them long to get down to business. Thinking back, today was the longest they’ve gone without having sex since he’d returned to the states. They made love on the bed once before moving over to the private jacuzzi, sans clothes for round two.


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Tommy was a little surprised when Aislinn kissed him, but he didn’t stop her. It was a quick, friendly kiss. He kissed her back, then she led him inside where they dried off. That’s when she eyed the pool table.

“Wanna play a little pool?” She said, already putting the balls on the table.

“A little friendly game, or you wanna wager something?” Tommy said, eyeing her up one way and down the other as she set up the balls. She looked damn sexy. Even sexier when she looked at him with that cheeky smile.

“How about, a little strip pool? Loser sheds some clothes.” She racked the balls for 8-ball. Not a great job, but that wasn’t the rack Tommy was paying attention to.

“Seems a little unfair. You’ve got a bikini and glasses, I’ve got just trunks.” Tommy said, sidling up next to her.

“Well, try not to lose too quick. You break.” Tommy grabbed a cue. He knew how flirty the game would get as she played with him as he shot, blowing in his ear and touching his back. He returned the favor when she was up to shoot. They somehow made it through the first game in which Tommy won and she said goodbye to her top. During the second round, the flirting ramped up to groping as one would fondle and kiss the other during their shots, making them intentionally miss. Aislinn lost the second frame, and Tommy helped her out of her bikini bottoms. They never finished the third game. After caressing her pussy while she leaned down for a shot turned into him fingering her over the pool table, she decided it was time to get down to business.

“Let’s go to your room.” She said, slipping her hand into his swim trunks.

“Good idea.” He said, pulling her across the hall to his bedroom.


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The older pair sat by the fire on an outdoor couch for a while finishing their drinks and talking. It had been a while since she had a date and James wasn’t used to being with a woman he liked talking to. When he finally caught the clue to go up to his room, she damn near had to hit him over the head with it, asking which bed was his and insinuating that since Aislinn had the other room, she might need a place to sleep. He recommended a spare couch. Eventually she had to shut him up.

“For as smart as you are, you can be pretty dense.” Bianca said right before leaning in to kiss him.

“What, you wanna go up to my room and check out my rock collection?” James said, trying to think of something witty to say.

“Sounds like a plan.” Bianca stood and grabbed him by the hand, taking him back to the cabin. Before they got too far, he went back and smothered the fire.

“Not tryna start that kinda fire.” James said, returning to Bianca with a long kiss.


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There’s a fine art to fucking in a hot tub or jacuzzi, but Morgana and Drew hadn’t figured it out yet. She enjoyed the feeling of the water and bubbles all over her body, but she had to do all of the work, and it was hard to keep herself in the same position. Still, the situation was quite erotic.

They climbed out of the tub and finished on a towel on the hardwood floors. Fortunately for them, the towels were near the tub and easy to deploy. After finishing up, they dried off and went to bed.

Morgana drifted off to sleep, satisfied and feeling loved. Drew couldn’t sleep. He blamed it on the time change, but he knew it was something else.


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By the time the door to Tommy’s room closed, Aislinn was already peeling off his swim trunks and wrapping her dainty little hand around his swollen member. She was toeir than a Roman sandal before the pool game finished, but him fingerblasting her on that last frame was all the foreplay she needed. At least that’s before they landed on the bed and he kissed his way down her body. He sucked on her cute titties and damn near made her see double with what he did with his tongue on her clit. She was just looking for a good fuck but gladly returned the favor, sucking his dick. He wasn’t hung like a porn star, but was bigger than she’d had recently.

Tommy fucked her for a solid half hour before cumming, making sure she climaxed at least one more time. Before she passed out in his arms, she made a mental note to tell Morgy what it was like fucking Tommy.


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It had been a while since Bianca last had sex, so she was a little nervous with James. Just nervous enough to want to be good but not so nervous that she forgot what she was doing. Fortunately, fucking is a lot like riding a bicycle but without the greasy chain and recommendations for wearing a helmet. Actually, now that she thought about it…

This wasn’t the time to think. This was the time to lay back, relax, and enjoy the world. That’s what she did, as James savored every inch of her body. She couldn’t even remember the last time she came from sex, it had to have been years.

If this was the first night, she couldn’t wait to see how the rest of the weekend went.


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Drew couldn’t sleep. He was exhausted and a little drunk and high, but he still couldn’t sleep. He tried to blame it on the time change and jet lag, but that wasn’t it. As much as he tried not to let it happen, Celeste entered his mind while making love to Morgana.

He grabbed his phone and went walking through the cabin, looking for a private place for a text or phone call. He found that down in the basement. Across from Tommy’s bedroom was a fully equipped home theater with stadium seating and a large-screen TV. He texted Celeste to see if she was up. Of course, it was Saturday afternoon where she was. Drew turned on the TV, putting on some Netflix show about kids doing strange things as background noise before calling Celeste. They talked for a couple minutes about nothing. Mainly, he just wanted to hear her voice before he went to bed, and she missed him too.

After the call, he finished the episode and turned everything off. He made his way back up to his room, not noticing that Aislinn and Tommy were in the next room fucking. Or at least not wanting to notice. Just like he didn’t notice someone walking around on the floor above his head as he made his way up the steps.


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To Be Continued. We're very close now...

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: MF, MMF/F, bond, ncon, setup
Content Warnings: Late night business meetings and a business meating...
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The Really Useful Crew arrive at the Lake and plan their moves while Sam and Bubbles meet a new patron...
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Chapter 49(M/F, MMF/F, bond, ncon, setup)





For the last leg of the journey, Steve took over driving duties. As good as Bubbles was with his truck over the last hour, she was a little skittish about parking something as big as a RAM quad cab with an extended bed. This truck was not designed for small parking spaces. It was designed for work, showing off how impressive it is, and distracting the rest of the world from the owner’s small penis. Though in Steve’s case, he genuinely uses the vehicle for work and not penile enhancement.

It was about 4:30PM when they arrived at the hotel. Sam checked in using the fake name he was given to use by Bob, Buderick Bundy. Apparently Bob was a Married with Children fan back in the day. After a smooth check-in, the three of them moved their luggage into the hotel. One advantage to being in a hotel in the middle of the woods with ample hunting grounds nearby was that no one batted an eye at the veritable arsenal they brought with them.

When they arrived in their room, they saw a little gift basket from room service waiting for them, along with fresh flowers in a vase. The card was addressed to Bubbles, from Bob. “I look forward to having the pleasure of hosting you and Sam on my yacht boat yacht tonight at 9PM.” It was signed Bob and smelled like perfume. Bubbles and Sam knew they were going to meet Bob for a business meeting, but this removed any hidden subtext from the operation. 9PM was late, and everyone was starving. Since Steve didn’t have any perfume-laden invitations of his own, he decided to pick up dinner for everyone while Sam grabbed some extra supplies from the nearby shops.

Meanwhile, Bubbles stayed behind and touched up her hair and applied the temporary tattoos all over her body. She knew the risk she was putting herself in tomorrow, and her best hope of getting away was disguising herself. She’d have the pink hair curled up, the fake tats on her arms, legs, neck, and chest, and the green contact lenses. Even if she used her real name, everything was so fake about her that she doubted they’d even believe Kim was her name when everything was said and done. Still, if she did decide on a fake name, she’d need to settle on it and get into character before too long.

Plus, she wanted to dress to impress for tonight’s dinner. If this Bob character was half as charming as he was ruthless all those years ago, then she’d gladly fuck him. She had done a little research on him over the last couple days about his actions in the past decades and he was an interesting character, to say the least. It wasn’t that she was attracted more to men or women, but personalities and spirits. She preferred women on a physical level more than men, but would sleep with men when the desire came up, there was something to gain, or there was a special connection. Sam fit most of those checkboxes and they shared something special, but they also weren’t exclusive. From what she’s learned of Bob, he can be charming and suave one moment, and a killer the next. Literally. To be so tied down to world while being above it at the same time, it excited her.

Yeah, she was getting laid tonight. She just hoped Sam wouldn’t make things weird. Then again, he can make weird pretty sexy.


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‘What does one get when having a meeting with their first crime boss? Are flowers appropriate? Candy? A fancy handgun? A bottle of booze? What if he’s a recovering alchy? I should do some research.’ Sam had a hundred thoughts going through his head as he hit up the various shops around the resort. They had their main supplies for the weekend, but he needed to make sure they didn’t forget anything. Nothing like tying up four women to realize there wasn’t enough rope. Which, he made sure to get enough rope.

Sam asked around as discreetly as he could to see if Big Bobby K liked to drink. It didn’t take long to get a resounding yes. Sam decided to get Bob a nice bottle of whiskey, a single malt aged 12 years. It was expensive enough to show respect but not crazy expensive that a car would be cheaper. A few hundred dollars for a bottle should do the trick.

Sam’s shopping cart looked like he was ready for a hunting trip. Rope, zip ties, scissors, a tent, some extra socks, ammo, lighters, and the like. Of course all of it was expensive, but that’s the price to pay for last minute shopping at a resort.


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As Steve walked down the street by the resort, he received a text from Sam. Joe and Mari would be in soon, and could he grab them something to eat as well. After a little back and forth, he picked up a small party platter from Hook’s. It was only after he had his hands full of food that he saw them approaching from down the road.

James and Tommy. And a gaggle of others. It was the women he’s supposed to rape tomorrow.

Steve turned on his heel and went the other way, as fast as he could. He almost ran into a small family as they walked down the road, looking at the various sights and sounds. When he slowed down a few seconds later, he turned to look. Tommy was leading everyone inside of Hook’s.

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Joe and Mari pulled into the parking lot a little after 7PM, rested and rejuvinated. It’s funny how relaxing and fast a drive can be when there aren’t 3 kids in the back fighting or screaming or needing to pee every 20 minutes. They arrived calm and happy.

It took a few minutes to walk to the hotel and their room. When they arrived, they were greeted by an Asian woman with pink hair covered in tattoos. They looked at each other, confused for a moment, waiting for the other to speak their recognized confusion into existence.

“Is Sam around?” Joe asked. He was pretty sure this was Bubbles in front of him, but wasn’t 100% until she spoke.

“Yeah, he’ll be back in a few minutes. C’mon in. Dinner’s on its way.” Sam and Mari entered, and the door closed behind them. Once everyone was in the room, they made their introductions. Just as Joe thought, this was Bubbles. Surprisingly, he hadn’t met her in person yet. Sam and Joe were best friends for 20 years but it wasn’t until recently that Sam and Bubbles started going out in public with each other as a quasi-couple outside of their little circle, and Joe’s been super busy the last few months. Now that everyone in the room was part of the Club, meeting each other wasn’t as frowned upon as before.

Sam returned a few minutes later and brought his supplies with him. Steve must’ve been on the next elevator as he was hot on Sam’s footsteps, and a little panicked. He told them that he almost ran into James and them by accident. They agreed that except for Sam and Bubbles’s meeting with Bob, the rest would stay in or near the hotel for the rest of the night. Besides, it would give them a chance to plan things out.


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Bubbles and Sam made the short walk from the hotel over to the marina shortly before 9PM. They were both dressed well, especially Bubbles. While Sam wore a long-sleeved teal button-up with the cuffs rolled up and a pair of shorts and dock shoes he found from Tommy Bahama, Bubbles wore a fuchsia skater dress with silver pumps. Her long pink hair was curled, and she looked every bit a million bucks.

“How you think this is gonna go?” She asked Sam as they walked to the pier.

“Not a clue. You know he wants to fuck you, right?” Sam said, a note of concern creeping into his voice.

“Gee, ya think? Never got that impression, not from the flowers or any of the conversations with him where he said he wanted to fuck my brains out.” She was as sarcastic as she was beautiful. Sam still looked worried. They stopped before getting to the pier, Bubbles putting her hand on his arm then grabbing his hand. “Listen, we’re all adults here. If he’s half as charming as his reputation precedes him to be, I was probably gonna fuck him anyway. Hopefully this is just a business meeting but if it gets out of hand, we’ll play it cool. Besides, if you can get something out of this, he gets what he wants, and I get what I want, everyone wins.”

“And what’s that?” Sam asked.

Bubbles paused for a moment before responding. “Three things from my bucket list. Fucking a serial killer, fucking a really rich dude and fucking on a yacht.”

Sam paused, and looked at her quizzically. “What the hell else is on your bucket list?”

“Starting a riot, shit in the Grand Canyon, skydive naked, and trip someone during the running of the Bulls.” Bubbles saw the look on Sam’s face and comforted him. “I’m kidding on that last one. I don’t like running that far. Hey, we still have us and will still have each other when this is over. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” 

“You’re awesome.” Sam said to Bubbles. It was the closest they’d gotten to saying ‘I love you’ since they became a quasi-couple.

Bubbles kissed him. “You’re pretty good yourself.” She checked his mouth for any lipstick, then did a quick check of her own with her compact before getting to the pier. A tall, skinny man stood there blocking them.

“Mr. Mapleton, Ms. Park, welcome.” They were caught off guard. Bob had their real names. The man opened a box lined with black felt. “Please deposit your cell phones, smart watches, any electronics you have on your person.” Sam put his phone in the box. Bubbles followed with her phone and watch. “Mr. Kuntzmann is waiting for you above deck.” He motioned past him. Sam and Bubbles made their way past him to the first and only boat docked at this pier, the Ballbuster Deluxe VIII. Sam guided Bubbles as she climbed on board and up the step ladder onto the main deck. One of Bob’s men unmoored the boat as soon as they were both on the main deck.

“Welcome aboard! Grab a drink, grab a slice, and grab something to hold on to.” Bob said as the boat lurched forward, heading towards the middle of the lake. As they disappeared from shore, the only illumination was the half-moon above. Bob stuck his hand out to shake Sam’s. “Bob Kuntzmann, most people call Bob.”

Sam grabbed the hand and shook back. “Sam Mapleton.”

Bubbles extended her hand. “Dr. Kim Park, but you can call me Bubbles.”

Bob took her hand and kissed it. “A true pleasure to meet you. Please, sit, grab a bite. We’re almost to our destination. I don’t like being too close to the shore when discussing business with someone for the first time.” Bob said as he piloted the yacht.

Sam and Bubbles sat down, Sam still holding his gift of 12-year-old Whiskey. “Wasn’t sure if I should bring anything, so I brought some whiskey.”

“Thank you. Don’t know what you like, so I had the chef’s make a couple different pizzas. There’s a Margherita, a shredded kangaroo steak and caramelized onions with balsamic glaze, and potato and prosciutto. Highly recommend all three. The kangaroo is a little leaner than beef, but works great on a pizza. If you want to bust open that bottle, go ahead.” Sam and Bubbles checked out the pizzas. It wasn’t what they expected for dinner on a yacht, but they had very little previous experience to go off of. Sam started with the kangaroo while Bubbles went for the potato and prosciutto. Sam was impressed.

“This is good. Where do you get kangaroo around here?”

“The local zoo’s security is very lax nowadays.” Bob said. Bubbles laughed. “Just kidding, there’s a farm nearby and they’re becoming a nuisance. They’re all cute and shit until one of them decides to kick you in the dick. I enjoyed eating that sumbitch.” Bob stopped the boat, their forward momentum slowed to a crawl. “Here we are.” Bob said, turning off the engine. He sat down next to them, and poured three glasses.

Over dinner, the three of them learned a little about each other. Bob admitted to being a fan of Bubbles’s work on the Club’s site, while Bubbles admitted she became a big fan of Bob’s ‘early work’, according to the sites she read and such. She had to ask if the stories were true. “I haven’t checked if you’re wearing a wire yet, but they’re as true as you want them to be.” Bob took a sip of his whiskey. “Which, by the way, you aren’t wearing wires, are you?”

“Nope.” Bubbles said.

“Not me.” Sam replied.

Bob nodded. “Good, hate to have to leave new friends out here if you were. We’re at least a mile, mile and a half from shore so you’d have to be a world-class swimmer to get back.” Bob cracked a smile that scared Sam and intrigued Bubbles. “So, business. I have an opportunity for you two. Mostly Sam, but you might have a role in it too, Bubs. How much have you been paying attention to the housing situation down in and around Harbor City?”

Sam almost coughed. The housing situation was bad for regular people but great for him. Rents were rising, property was flying off the market driving up values, and anything he offloaded was gone in a week. The biggest problem was out of towners coming in and screwing things up.

“It’s pretty hot, but there’s too many groups from out of town buying up everything they can get their hands on. Why you ask?” Sam asked.

“I want to get in on some fresh projects in Harbor City, but my past disallows me from working down there. I need a proxy. I’d like those proxies to be you.”

“Us?” Bubbles asked.

“Yes. Once I found out who you were, I knew that we had some things in common, least of which is our…after school activities. We’re both in the building business of sorts, we’re both used to getting our hands dirty to solve problems. But where I can’t go, you have free reign.”

“And you need us to be your face down in Chester County?” Sam asked, biting on another slice of kangaroo pizza.

“Exactly. See, I pretty much own Hiawatha County at this point but I can’t do any work down South. It’s a very long story.”

“Does it involve That Mother Fucker?” Bubbles asked. Bob raised his eyebrows.

“Yes it does. James tell you about him?”

“A little. He gave a quick primer on you after rumors started about an offering that was vetoed. The rest I found on the web, put 2 and 2 together.” Bubbles responded to Bob’s query.

“Let’s just say there’s many reasons I don’t work down there anymore, and That Mother Fucker is responsible for most of them.” Bob said, pausing to take a sip of whiskey. “So, terms. You two and I work together. Set up some companies to keep my name as far away from this as possible. I provide most of the capital, you do the work. The shares are split based off how much you invest in each project. You don’t chip anything in, you don’t get much back. We go close to halfsies, you get more.”

“What kind of projects?” Sam asked.

“Mostly affordable housing, lower rent apartments, duplex conversions in nice neighborhoods, shit like that. I want to put blacks and minorities in white neighborhoods, a little bit of reverse gentrification. My old neighborhood was pretty much gutted by hipsters and NIMBY fucks that immediately destroyed the culture and flavor of the town. They shut down the local shoe shop, turned it into a vegan bakery. Also, there’s money to be had.” Bob took another sip of whiskey before continuing. “Mapleton Realty has a reputation for affordable housing so you expanding your footprint makes sense. No one will really question an outside investor coming in to help you, nor would anyone doubt that you have the capital or ability to raise capital for a building project.” Bob said, before taking a sip of whiskey.

Sam looked at him for a moment, his business sense flashing a warning. “There’s something you’re not telling us. What is it?”

Bob smiled that toothy grin of his. “I knew I’d like you. You smell something a little off. Let’s just say that the money isn’t coming from me or my direct companies, but from alternative sources that…at some point in the process, we kind of lost the receipts.”

“It’s laundered. You want us to launder your money into an investment so you can recoup it.” Bubbles said in a flat tone. He just nodded.

“Pretty much. I’m doing all I can up here in Hiawatha county, but the real future is down in the city and Chester County. White people are moving into black neighborhoods, pushing black people out. They move out to the suburbs, and the Republican whites move further and further out until they hit the surrounding counties, including here. I can control this place, but I can’t control Harbor City. I don’t have a say in the matter. You, you Sam, you have a say, you just don’t know it yet. We’re gonna build affordable housing and make a fuckton of money doing it. What’dya say?” Bob stared at Sam, nodding along. He waited for Sam to speak up, but it was Bubbles that said something first.

“There’s a lot of risk on all sides. What’s the split?” She asked, playing with the glass in her hand.

Bob smiled again, and pointed at everyone, going from himself to Sam to Bubbles. “60/35/5 on a project with equal funding. Ratio changes if I’m putting in all the money.”

“50/40/10.” Sam replied. He felt the first offer would be fair, but he knew the first rule of every negotiation was counteroffer. Accepting the first offer insulted everyone in the process.

“55/35/10, but I want something in exchange for that extra 5%.” Bob said, giving Bubbles a look that has gotten him laid more times than his lawyers would care to count.

She leaned over, put her hand on his knee, and slowly let her hand wander up his leg. “I think we have ourselves a deal.”

“Excellent. I’ll have my lawyers start the paperwork next week and we’ll get the ball rolling. To PKMS Development. Or whatever you decide to call it.” Bob raised his glass, the others raised theirs, clanking in cheers, before they downed them.


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Whatever implications there were about how the night would go between Bob and Bubbles were replaced by action and activity. Bob’s boat has two bedrooms on the lower deck. In the bow is a king-sized bed, which Bob uses as his personal space when he’s on the boat. In the stern was another bedroom, with a queen-sized bed. After one more round of drinks and some heavy flirting then eventually petting and kissing and grinding between Bubbles and Bob, they headed down to his room. Bob offered Sam the rear cabin. “There’s some entertainment in there to keep you company. Just in case this happened this way. No permanent damage, I need to return her soon.” The thought intrigued Sam, but he wanted to finish his glass before going downstairs. He wanted to finish his drink before taking the chance of seeing his girlfriend fuck a crime boss.

In Bob’s bedroom, he and Bubbles stripped each other like it was a race. Bob had found out a long time ago that money and power is a better cologne than Axe or Curve will ever make. He peeled off her dress, admiring all of her tattoos. She pointed out they were temporary, needed for tomorrow’s mission. He stripped her out of her pink bra and matching panties, then kissed her all the way down her body and down to her freshly shaven vagina. He kissed and licked her for several minutes, enjoying her intoxicating musk. As she was on the brink of an orgasm, they switched into a 69 with her on top. It didn’t take Bob long in that position to make her cum, and as soon she regained her senses, she mounted him.

“Tell me what it’s like.” Bubbles said, moving up and down on Bob’s cock.

“What what’s like?” He grabbed her hips, guiding her movements.

“To kill.” The silence hung in the air, only separated by their heavy breathing.

“Only if you tell me what’s it like to rape your girlfriend.”

This was gonna be the strangest pillow talk ever.



When Sam made his way downstairs, he wasn’t sure what to expect. ‘Entertainment downstairs, need to return her.’ Sam figured that Bob might have had a call girl or escort in there, probably on standby. What he saw instead was a beautiful naked young woman, handcuffed to the bed. She had long brunette hair, a ring gag in her mouth, and the words ‘Fuck Toy’ and ‘Free Use Cunt’ written on her. He saw a whiteboard with something written on it.

‘Hi, I’m Madelyn Kosar. I’ve been very bad. My parents aren’t being nice, but maybe if I’m punished, they’ll see fit to do the right thing. Please, use me sir. Or Ma’am. They say I need to eat more pussy and ass to mouth to be a good girl again. P.S. Use protection and wear a mask’

She looked up at him with fear in her eyes. Sam smiled. He could see a camera in the corner. He knew the name Kosar from work. They ran a construction business that specialized in building shitty, overpriced condos in poor neighborhoods. He could see why she was here.

Madelyn thrashed around as Sam stripped and climbed in the bed, only wearing one of the masks by the bed. He was on her and in her in less than a minute, savoring her cries and pleas through her gag. He fucked her pussy just long enough to enjoy the feeling, but knew that the sign had a great suggestion. He soon pulled out of her twat and started pounding away at her ass. She cried a glorious cry. Thank fuck they were on a boat in the middle of the lake.

As he pulled out of her ass, he climbed on the bed and grabbed her hair tightly. The ring gag held her mouth open as he shoved his dick in her mouth, forcing her to taste her own ass as he came in her mouth. After cumming, there was a knock on the door. It was Bubbles, and she was naked.

“Hey, could we borrow your pet?” She asked, looking sexy as hell.

“Sure, grab a mask and come on over.” Bubbles and Bob both masked up for the camera, and all three spent the next hour degrading poor Madelyn. She went ass to mouth once more and was forced to eat Bubbles’s pussy until the Asian woman came twice. All this while being raped and abused by Bob and Sam. Even out of all of it, the loudest screams came when Bubbles attached binder clips to Madelyn’s nipples and clit.

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“Really bro? You have one of the best seafood places in the state, and you get chicken?” Joe said as he had some of his chicken fried rice.

“It was part of the family meal. For them family means that picky kids will be there, so might as well not even waste the good fish on them, give those little fuckers the nuggets and let’s put some chicken fried rice in there because perch fried rice isn’t that common.” Steve said, drinking a bottle of water and typing on his phone.

“Would’ve been delicious. I’d eat that.” Joe said.

“Same.” Chimed in Mari.

“So, let’s break this down one more time.” Joe said, between bites of chicken fried rice left over from dinner a couple hours back. “Just so there’s no confusion.” He looked around the hotel suite. It was a two-bedroom room with a spare couch and a chair. He sat on the edge of one bed while Steve sat on another. Mari, Joe’s wife, sat in a chair eating fried fish and French fries with some hush puppies and coleslaw. Steve had a similar meal to Mari’s. After a finishing his current bite, he spoke.

“You two arrive and go full Karen on everyone, piss them off, tell them you have keys to the cabin and they’re in the wrong place. You’ll call the desk and bitch but it’s not the front desk, it’s one of our guys. They’ll call back every fifteen minutes. When you don’t pick up twice in a row, that’s their clue to know shit’s started. Work out your cover story and names yourself but stick to it.” Steve said.

“We’re just Joe and Mary Parker.” Joe said.

Mari looked at him incredulously. “Seriously? Joe and Mari are using the aliases of Joe and Mari, and your grandmother’s maiden name?”

“Yep. The best lies are built around the truth. But this will work because we’ll be victims at first. We go full Karen, piss off everyone, you come in, I try to go all hero, you, one of you, beat me up a little. Someone needs to hit me in the forehead, somehow.” Joe said.

“Why the forehead?” Steve asked.

Joe pulled a sliver of metal, no bigger than a dime. “This. I’m gonna blade. Add a little color to their lives.”

“Really? This shit again.” Mari said. “You haven’t done that in 15 years, and even then it was a bad idea.”

“The best way to subdue a crowd into submission is make it look like you hurt one of them bad. I do this, those women will scream and cry.” Joe said.

“Done what in 15 years?” Steve asked.

“And you know who’ll get stuck cleaning up that mess.” Mari said.

Joe nodded. “Blading, bro. I haven’t done it since I was wrestling. Mare, I apologize in advance. You’re gonna get messy. Give everyone an excuse to strip. Bro, if you haven’t told our people yet, don’t. I want them to be shocked too. The girls will see the fear in their eyes and get even more scared. They need to appear as victims the whole time.”

“Like with Blaine?” Steve asked.

“Yep. Hey, you ever hear from him or about him?”

“Naw, he’s out of the loop. I’ve only seen him log in once or twice in the last few months. Been real quiet. But what was that about you wrestling? You’re what, 5’7” and maybe 160 pounds?” Steve said.

“Yeah, did it for a few years in my early to mid 20’s. I was okay, but would never make it big because I’m so short. It was a fun thing to do on weekends before the kids showed up. I was in a few deathmatches back in the day, bladed to give the match some color. That’s what they call bleeding in the ring.” Joe said.

“Interesting. No superkicks.”

“No problem with that, I’ll probably pull a hammy standing up too fast.” Joe quipped. Steve laughed, then he paused for a moment, looking like he had to say something.

“What is it? Spit it out.” Joe could see the look on Steve’s face that this was going to be awkward.

“Well, if the plan is you two starting as victims, we’re gonna have to do some shit to you, get you two involved. Can’t pussyfoot around on this. You know this, right?” Steve said, looking more at Mari than Joe.

“I know.” She said, pausing on her late meal. “I have to be…raped…to make it believable. I won’t lie, it’s been a fantasy for the last few months, and this is the closest I’ll get to it with it being safe. Just don’t go jackhammer dick in my ass, okay?”

“Will do. Well, won’t do.”

“And let’s not make this awkward, either. Whatever happens up here, stays up here. None of this follows us home. Got it?” Mari said, putting her Mom voice behind it.

“Got it. And Sam?”

Mari sighed. “If it happens, it happens, same rules apply.” She turned to her husband. “No snide comments about fucking me.” Joe nodded. “Speaking of Sam, how long till they’re back.”

Steve looked at his watch. It was close to 10PM. “Probably not for a couple hours. Pool’s open till Midnight if you want to go down and check it out.”

“Sure. One question, how we getting the key to their place?” Joe asked. Steve pulled up WhatsApp and showed him a message from his phone.

“Interesting. Confirmed that’ll happen?” Joe asked.

“Yep. But just in case, you got your tools?” Steve asked.

Joe nodded. “Just in case I have my little lockpick set. I’d rather have this taken care of tonight, though. I’ll have it figured out when you give me the go ahead.”


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As James laid in bed, catching his breath from a good root, his phone buzzed. He grabbed it, then looked at the notification. It was a WhatsApp message from Steve, direct to him. James listened to Steve’s advice about not checking the group messages throughout the day, just in case something went wrong and he needed an alibi in a hurry. But this was a DM from Steve. He double checked to make sure that Bianca was still in the bathroom before opening it.

“All good for tomorrow but need one thing. Key. Can make it work without but having is better.”

James thought for a moment. If they need the key, that means Joe and Mari were in, which means this was on. If they had a copy of the key, they would waltz right in, unlock the place, and make themselves at home while everyone was out hiking. It was a great plan, but if they don’t have a key, it’ll fall apart. He typed on his phone.

“Will place spare key outside under golf cart driver’s seat in a few minutes.” James sent the message.

James leaned up and grabbed his undies and shorts, then slipped on his flip-flops. He grabbed his phone and his key to the cabin. Knocking on the door, he got Bianca’s attention. “Oi, gonna get a quick drink, back in a bit. Want anything?”

“Nothing to drink, but can you get my bag from upstairs? It’s the black carry-on.” Bianca said from in the bathroom.

“Sure, no problem.” James replied. He exited the bedroom and walked through the first floor. He didn’t hear anything from upstairs, but felt like he could feel something beneath his feet, like a loud speaker. He shrugged figuring it was probably Tommy and Aislinn playing some noise from the theater to cover their fucking. ‘Good for them.’ He thought as he stepped outside, propping the front door open behind him. It shouldn’t lock him out, but just to be on the safe side, he slid a rock in between the door and post. He walked over to the golf cart and flipped up the driver’s seat. He placed the room key in the cubby hole under the seat, then took a picture. As soon as he sent it along with a confirmation message, he deleted the pic and then emptied the trash on the phone. James then went back inside, closing the door behind him.

He made his way to the spare bedroom upstairs and knocked. No answer. He opened the door, no one was inside. Perfect. He looked at the two bags on the floor. Both were black carry-ons.

“Shite.” He was about to dig through the first one to see who it belonged to, then he remembered an important detail. One bag had a claim ticket attached to it from a flight earlier this week. Since Aislinn just flew from Melbourne a few days prior, that was a pretty good clue whose bag was whose. He checked the other bag, opening it. Most of the clothes were sizes 8 and 10. He had no clue what that meant, women use the craziest sizes for their clothes, but since Aislinn was a model he assumed she was tiny. It was only when he found a sports bra that was 38DD that he knew this was Bianca’s bag. He may not know pants sizes, but he knows a pair of big ole titties when he sees them. And sucks on them. He closed the bag and returned downstairs. As he came back down to the first floor, he noticed that the stereo was turned off. He stuck his head down the stairwell, expecting to hear silence. Instead, he heard Aislinn moaning and Tommy grunting. They were still fucking. He thought for a moment but saw some movement coming up the steps. A shadow. James moved back to his bedroom doorway, keeping an eye on the steps. Drew walked up the steps, phone in hand. He passed the first floor entirely and went back up the steps to his bedroom.

James thought about what he saw for a moment. Drew had snuck downstairs, turned on the TV, turned it off, then went back upstairs while his wife either bathed or slept. All the while, he was holding his phone instead of keeping it in his pocket. Why would someone go through all of those steps to play a game on their phone? They wouldn’t. They’d only go to that much trouble to cover something up. As virile as Drew was, there was no way he went downstairs to listen to Tommy fuck Aislinn or join in. He’d hear about it right away. Playing the TV covered up the noise from Tommy’s room, anyway. Then James thought about the time difference. It was almost Midnight in the East Coast of the United States, so it would be almost 2PM in Melbourne. The way he looked at his phone was a little off, too. If it was a business call, he wouldn’t look at it like a long-lost lover.

Lover.

That’s when it all clicked into place. Drew couldn’t sleep so he called someone, but didn’t want wifey to know. If it was a bloke, he’d text them and call it a day. If it was work, he wouldn’t use his personal phone for the task and he’d probably be more pissed than he was when going back up the steps. No, it was a woman. Most likely a woman, James didn’t discount that Drew could be switch hitting nowadays. It was someone that Drew has a thing for. That’s why he snuck as far away from his wife as he could to make a phone call. If he were texting, he wouldn’t need to turn the Tele on.

James shook his head in disbelief. Not all was well in the Williams’s household. Not only was Morgana screwing Tommy but it looks like Drew had himself a mistress of his own back home. He’d have to tread very carefully, but this also gave him something over Drew, something he might need over the weekend.

Leverage.

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It was after Midnight when Joe left the apartment. Just as everyone returned from the pool, Steve’s phone buzzed with a WhatsApp message from James. He stowed the spare key in his golf cart under the front seat. That’s when he knew he was heading out late at night. After throwing on his clothes, he went for a little walk around the marina and bars, looking for a way to get to Running Bear cabin. Joe came up with a plan to walk or steal a cart or hitch a ride back.

It was even easier than he thought to get the cart. All he had to do grab one of the many golf carts parked along the street with the keys in the ignition, take it down to the Running Bear and Sleeping Bear cabins, get the key from the seat of James’s cart, and return. At least that was the original plan.

As Joe climbed into one of the golf carts, his heart skipped a beat when a group of drunks came over to him. For a moment, he thought they were going to kick his ass for taking their cart.

“Hey buddy, give us a lift.” The drunk at the front of the pack said, not waiting for Joe to say no. They were already in the cart before he pulled out.

“Where to?” Joe asked, realizing he just became their Uber.

“Smiling Moose. YEAH!!!” One of the drunks yelled. The leader pointed in a direction. “That way! Smiling Moose!”

Joe drove. He had no clue what a Smiling Moose was, nor where it was. He drove halfway around the lake until he found a little bar called the Smiling Moose, then dropped everyone off. He made $50 in tips when one of them gave him a $50 instead of a $20 and said “Keep it, you earned it.” Joe thanked them and drove off, leaving before they noticed the issue.

As Joe tried to get to Running Bear cabin, he was stopped again by another party of drunk people. Once again, he Ubered them to another bar, this time called Tiki Taki Toe. At least he was back where he started, and made another $20. Joe had three more fares and an offer to go home with a woman who resembled an NFL linebacker before he could finally make his way to Running Bear. By the time he arrived, all of the lights were off and there were no signs of life. After a quick search of the cart, he found the key. All he had to do was return back to the hotel.

Of course that was easier said than done. These carts when fully charged and not driven like an idiot could easily go 100 miles. This cart was nowhere near fully charged when he stole it, and the extra journeys around the lake sucked up most of the juice it had left. Joe didn’t realize he was almost out of battery until he was about a mile away from the main part of the resort, still on the secondary paths to the cabins when the cart lurched to a halt.

Joe abandoned the cart on the side of the trail and walked the remaining distance back to the camp, trying to enjoy the nature but having a hard time. He lived in the suburbs and the city. He was used to hearing cars all of the time and traffic and the occasional asshole blasting their stereo. He wasn’t used to the sounds of animals running through the woods around him. When he was about a half mile from the resort, he saw a cart come up the trail from behind him. They had room and he hopped on for the ride back to the bars. Out of kindness, he offered to pay for their next round, but they insisted they all drink together. One round became a second, then a row of shooters. By the time he was finally able to get away from his new friends, it was close to 2AM and he was a little more than tipsy. Still, he made his way back to the hotel, about the same time Sam and Bubbles made their way back to the room.

Mari was not thrilled about how Joe went out drinking and she was stuck in the hotel room with Steve. He promised to make it up to her somehow, but first he just wanted to go to bed.

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JC left his girl’s place shortly after Midnight and drove across Harbor City to get back to his apartment. After a quick shit and change, he checked his rape kit and made sure that everything was in place. He wasn’t sure how he’d get it to the scene yet, but he’d figure something out. By 1AM, he was on the road. A stop at a gas station to fill up, get an extra-large coffee, and some of those little white energy pills that truckers use, and he was on the road.

From the wrong side of Harbor City, it’s closer to 4 hours to get to Lake Hiawatha, and at night it should be a little faster but of course, one of the Podunk towns that’s a glorified speed bump on the road decided that tonight would be the perfect time to have a DUI checkpoint. By the time he saw it, he couldn’t route around it and had to go through it. That added more time to his journey.

By the time he arrived, it was early. Early enough that he grabbed some drive-thru breakfast and coffee. He called Steve when he was in the parking lot, though Steve didn’t think he’d get in that late.

When he arrived, the early risers were getting up. Steve made room for JC on the bed, letting him try to catch a few z’s before the festivities started. Still, JC was wired and tired. He forced himself to catch about an hour or two on a nap while everyone else was getting ready in the morning. As he finally drifted off, he had one image go through his mind over and over.

Bianca screaming as he raped her.

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To Be Continued...

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: MF,oral,setup
Content Warnings: Walks of Shame and Spreadsheets over Breakfast
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Morning comes, and so do Tommy and Aislinn
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Chapter 50(MF,oral,setup)




Drew was the first to wake up Saturday morning. Even after his late-night call to Celeste, he still managed to wake up before anyone else. He slept in, which for him is about 7:30AM. He liked waking up early. It was his way of tackling the day head-on. No waiting to see how the day would screw him, wake up early and catch it by surprise. It’s why he usually went to the gym so early and worked so early, because he was already up. As soon as he adjusts to a time zone, he’s ready to leave for work by 5:30.

They didn’t cover their plans for Saturday or Sunday, so no one decided what time everyone should wake up. But, seeing as how everyone is an adult and more than capable of being awake before Noon, Drew took the initiative. He would brew some coffee, make some eggs and bacon and Vegemite toast. He figured that if anyone was still sleeping by 9, he’d wake them up.


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Bianca awoke to the sounds of running water and the smell of brewing coffee. The water came from the attached bathroom while the coffee came from the kitchen right next to the bathroom. She looked around, and saw James in the bathroom, wearing a pair of gym shorts, brushing his teeth.

James. She slept with him last night, and it was great. Best sex she’s had in a long time. Only sex she’s had in a long time, so it wins by default but still great.

She leaned up from the bed, looking around. She still had her clothes and swimming trunks from last night. As she looked around for something else to wear, James spoke up from the room next door.

“I hope that’s your baggage I dragged in last night. Otherwise Aislinn’s gonna be pissed.”

Bianca looked down, and saw her bag on the floor. “Thanks.” She said as she grabbed a couple items from it, a pair of panties, her toothbrush and toothpaste. “How big is that bathroom?”

“Right big.” James said. She hoped that meant ‘big enough for two people to brush at the same time.’ She slipped on her underwear and went to check it out. Sure enough, it was more than big enough. She walked up behind him and hugged him, kissing him on the back of the neck.

“Morning Sunshine.” She said. He paused for a second, deciding whether to kiss her first or spit out the toothpaste. The toothpaste won. After spitting and wiping his mouth, he leaned over and kissed her before she started.

“Mornin’ B. Hope ya slept well.” James stepped to the side, letting her get a better angle on the sink.

“Good, you?”

“Like a baby.” James said.

“Really, cause I didn’t hear any crying, didn’t see you wake up 4 times, and I’m pretty sure you didn’t piss the bed. Cause that’s how babies sleep.” Bianca said, getting James to laugh.

“Think Drew’s making brekky, he’s a good cook.”

“Brekky. That’s breakfast, right? I’ll be there in a few minutes.” She said. James left the bathroom to let her finish. They’ve seen each other naked but are nowhere near the ‘I’ll pee in front of you’ phase.


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Tommy had the most amazing dream. Whatever it was, it was warm and wet and on his cock. Then he realized this this wasn’t so much a dream, but a wakeup call. He opened his eyes. The sheets were pushed all the way down past his legs and something brown was bobbing up and down in his lap. It was Aislinn, and she decided to start the morning off with a little head. He groaned, and she looked up. She lifted her head and smiled.

“Bout time ya woke up.” She didn’t say anything else, just climbed on top of Tommy and mounted him. Fuck Folgers, THIS was the best part of waking up, a hot chick riding your dick. They started with her on top, then rotated to missionary before finishing up in doggy. The way she looked and felt, the way he filled her up, it was a great way to start the morning.

As they finished up, they saw the time. 8:15AM. That’s when Aislinn realized she made a slight mistake. All of her clothes except her swimming trunks were in her baggage upstairs, on the top floor. She was in the bottom floor with Tommy. Between them laid the kitchen, where Drew was almost certainly cooking and others would be there soon.
“Oi, mind if I borrow some shorts and a shirt?” She asked Tommy as she headed to the bathroom to clean up.

“Sure. Gimme a sec.” Tommy pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and gym shorts, along with a plain black t-shirt. He grabbed a black Harbor City Whalers shirt that had the sleeves cut off along with another pair of gym shorts and put them aside for Aislinn. When she came out of the bathroom, he handed them to her. They kissed quickly, realizing that morning breath still sucked even after a quick fuck. “I gotta spare toothbrush, too.”

“You are bloody amazing.” She said, looking up into his eyes.


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Morgana felt like shit when she woke up. Her stomach was spinning like a vinyl record and her head thumped like a bass drum. She tried to think back to how many drinks she had the day before. It was quite a lot, but spread out over time. She didn’t usually get hung over from that.

She figured Drew was already downstairs. That was confirmed by the smell of brekky and some small talk between Bianca and Drew and James. Morgana threw on a t-shirt, shorts, and flip flops, brushed her teeth, then headed downstairs.


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This wasn’t the first time Aislinn had done the walk of shame, nor the first time that her family caught her walking home late at night or early in the morning. This was the first time that it both happened, and it was the first time it was so blatant.

Aislinn and Tommy were the last two to join the table for breakfast. Drew was wrapping up the last of the eggs and bacon, giving everyone a slice of vegemite on whole wheat toast along with their coffee and juice. James and Bianca sat at the table next to each other, opposite Morgana who had a front row seat to them coming up from the basement. She laughed, then shook her head.

Drew was the first to say anything. “Oi sis, I thought your room was upstairs.” Aislinn walked past Drew and sat at the table. Tommy was a few feet behind her, still wearing that ‘I just got laid’ grin. As Tommy sat down, James asked a hockey question.

“So, didya see the Whalers game last night?” James asked. Tommy knew there was no hockey at this time of year. It was early September; training camp was just ramping up and the regular season wouldn’t start for 6 weeks. But Aislinn, who has never seen an ice hockey game in her life, had no clue what James was talking about.

“Huh?” Aislinn said, grabbing a cup of coffee that was on the table and taking a sip. She winced, realizing it wasn’t sweetened or anything.

“The Whalers game. Musta been a helluva banga last night.” James said with a grin. Bianca was giving him a glare.

Aislinn thought he was talking to Tommy until she saw him talking directly to her, then looked down at the shirt she had on. Harbor City Whalers, with a big H and W that turned into a whales’ tail. She paused for a moment, then said the first thing that came to mind.

“Yeah yeah, great game. They scored 3 last night.” Aislinn said, reaching for the sugar.

“3. 3 what?” James asked.

“3…runs?” Aislinn said. She saw Tommy shake his head. “Baskets?” Tommy shook again. “Goals?” He nodded.

“Is that a lot?” James asked one more time.

Aislinn paused for a moment. “Umm, depends on the context.”

“James, stop being a dick.” Bianca said, playfully hitting him in the arm. He laughed.

“C’mon, just havin’ a bit of fun. Finally got proof that Tommy ain’t a puft, even if it meant Aislinn had to lower her standards to settle for him for the night.”

“Hey.” Everyone else said in unison. He looked around again, playfully.

“What?”

“You really wanna go there?” Tommy said, pausing to drink his coffee. “Talking about how we spent the night? Or just jealous cause you-“

“Okay, that’s enough of that boys.” Bianca cut off Tommy. “No one’s keeping score.”

“Speak for yourself. I have a spreadsheet tracking the days when he’s happy.” Tommy said, catching James off guard and getting him to laugh out loud.

“That’s kind of weird and a little bit of TMI. But if I were you I’d mark the calendar. Pro tip, next time give her the blank t-shirt and you take the one with the hockey team on it. Or make sure to bring her luggage in your room.” She winked at Tommy, making sure he caught the message.


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The jokes about who screwed who continued on for a few minutes during breakfast. Drew made some vegan French toast substituting maple syrup, flour, and almond milk for the eggs normally used for Aislinn and Morgana. Tommy had a bite of Aislinn’s. They weren’t half bad. Might even call them pretty good or “right on banga.” Morgana just had her coffee and vegemite toast. She barely ate her French toast, saying that it wasn’t settling right. Tommy and Drew finished her stuff.

Drew mentioned how if they get a chance today, they should stop and get some more vegetarian food. Tommy bought enough meat to feed a small army, but they were lacking in veggies. This led to a discussion of what is and isn’t vegetarian, what levels of vegetarian the sisters were, and what they preferred. Aislinn was pretty much a vegan, which meant no animal products by choice unless she was really high. Morgana was a normal vegetarian, or lacto-ovo-vegetarian. She’d eat dairy and eggs, but the only thing with eyes she’d eat is a potato.

They talked about their plans for the day. The resort had a ton of things to do, but most everyone agreed that they should enjoy a nice, relaxing hike first before doing anything structured like going to the local race track or horseback riding. After breakfast they’d all get dressed for a hike and do that until later in the day, then figure out something from there.

As breakfast was wrapping up, Tommy offered to show everyone what he recorded yesterday. “No, not that” was his reply to the cheeky comments about him and Aislinn. He returned from his room with the camcorder he carried around yesterday. He showed some footage of them driving around, hanging out for lunch, walking around, on the boat, swimming, at dinner, then coming back to the cabin. He said he was going to charge up the camera and put a fresh SD card in it for the day.


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As Tommy sat in his room getting dressed for the hike, a million thoughts went through his mind. Was everything still on for the attack? Should it be? Was there any way to call things off? How would he know things were on or off? How stupid was this plan? How many things can go wrong? Why did he even come up with this in the first place? Then he thought about Morgana and how much he cared for her, needed to be with her, yet couldn’t as long as Drew was in the picture. In the past 6 months he’s gone from barely ever hurting anyone to being a serial rapist. Then he started thinking about how many rapes are required for it to be a serial kind of crime? A serial killer needs at least 3, otherwise it’s just a murderer with a hobby. But did he have 3 attacks? There was Morgana when he was drunk and high, there was Emma when he went a little too hard, then Thursday night with Madelyn. There was no debate on the last one. Then he thought about how crazy things have gotten and the last he heard or bothered to check was yesterday morning after finding out about Bianca showing up. She didn’t deserve this. Hell, none of them did. But from where he sat, he had no other way to split up Morgy and Drew, short of orchestrating him cheating on her back in Melbourne, and Drew was too good of a bloke to do anything that stupid to her.

As he sat there fumbling with his shoes, someone knocked on the door. “Oi, ya decent?” It was Morgana.

“Yeah, come on in.” Tommy said. The door opened, and Morgana walked in. He stood up.

“You alone?” She asked. Tommy nodded. She locked the door behind her, then quickly walked to Tommy. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug and kissed him. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Me too. Well, I missed you too, I didn’t miss me.” Tommy said. She chuckled. They sat down on the bed. “What’s up?”

Morgana sighed, then just leaned on Tommy for a moment. “I don’t know. It’s just, like, everything at once is piling on. Drew got a promotion, didn’t even mention it until after Aislinn was in the states cause he knew I’d get pissed about it, and I know he worked hard for it, and it’s a big move in his career, but it’s even more travel than now, and we didn’t even talk about it before he took the job. Instead, he applied for it and got the job down in Melbourne. Sure, he’s located here but he’ll be on the road so much. I want to be happy for him, but I’m hurt too. And I can’t even talk to him about it because we’re not alone long enough to go into things and Aislinn’s here now and I love her to death but she is pissing me off and hurting me so much but I can’t say shit cause if I do, she finds out ‘bout us. Instead I have to try to hide how much it hurts seeing her traipse around in yer Whalers shirt. Sorry, it’s just, been so much these past couple days.”

Tommy squeezed her. “It’s okay. I’d ask if you talked to her, but I could see how that could go over. ‘Oi, stop fookin’ my mate, mate. Why? Fook you, that’s why.’ Something like that?” Tommy imitated her accent as badly as possible, making her laugh.

“I don’t sound like that.” Morgana shook her head playfully.

“You do when you get upset. Like I said, it’s one of those cute things ‘bout ya.” He said, then leaned down and kissed her. “If I turn down her advances, that raises a lot more questions. Besides, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like your sister a little bit.”

“A little bit? Really?” She asked him. He could see it was a trap question, but he couldn’t see any way to avoid it other than by rolling through it.

“Of course. You know I’m trying to collect the whole set of Walker women, right? Next up I’m asking out Grammy and Mum for a double date, I’m gonna dress up as two guys, go all Mrs. Doubtfire on this.” Tommy laughed while saying this.

Morgana hit him in the leg. “Cheeky fook.” She breathed a little easier. “Thanks, I needed that. Now, you gonna tell me who’s better?”

“Y’know, it’s too early to say, I don’t have a big enough sample size. I might need another 20 or 30 times to make a fair comparison.” As Tommy said that, Morgana’s widened, not expecting that answer.

“You mother foocker.”

“Sister fucker, technically.” Tommy said smiling. She hit him, a light and playful swipe.

“Shut up. We should get going. Everyone’s almost ready.” Morgana stood up, bringing Tommy up with her. She leaned into his ear and whispered. “Just remember…”. She grabbed his dick through his shorts and squeezed. “Even if she is better once or twice, I can prove I’m better in the long run.” She kissed him long and deep. He was getting hard in her hands. “See ya downstairs, might wanna get that down ‘fore we go out.” Morgana turned to the bedroom door and unlocked it, then left. Tommy sat on the bed, trying to get his mind off of her and back on tying his shoes.

As he finished tying his sneakers, he seriously thought about logging in to the Club’s site and calling the whole thing off. Then he remembered that he hadn’t checked WhatsApp for the last day. Just as he grabbed his phone, he put it down. He thought for a moment about Bob’s trip to the island, about the meeting at Steve’s house, and what everyone had gone through to get this going. The last message he saw yesterday was right before Drew and the girls arrived. Steve and Sam were on the fence because they needed backup, they couldn’t do this by themselves. He couldn’t check the messages after everyone showed up, he hadn’t talked with James if he had checked, and as far as he knew Sam and Steve and Bubbles were the only ones coming up but if they were by themselves they were outnumbered and they’d back away.

If Tommy cancelled this now, then shit would hit the fan. Best case scenario, James and the Club out him for raping Morgana in her sleep and having an affair with her. They had the video. Worst case scenario, him and everyone else here has an accident on the lake. Tommy got the distinct impression that any fuckups on his part that put Bob at risk would end in a multiple homicide turned fishing accident. James’s friend legitimately scared the shit out of him. Hell, Bob almost made Tommy shit himself. Plus, who knows how much Pedro knows.

Maybe there was still a way out of it, but Tommy couldn’t see it. But he didn’t know if it was still on, and wouldn’t until it was too late.

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To Be Continued. Next Chapter, things pick up...

[peterfrisk]

Soon the festivities will begin. It’s been a long wait but we’re getting closer. Just a few more chapters.

Still find the story really good. Keep up the good work

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: MF, setup
Content Warnings: Happy conversations and potential TBI
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As everyone goes on a hike, Morgana and Drew run into an injured hiker. An Asian woman with pink hair...
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Chapter 51(MF,setup)




It was after 11AM when everyone set off from the cabin. It was a little cooler than the day before but still summer weather. The forecast called for mostly sunny with a high in the upper 70’s to low 80’s. Still, it was chilly in the morning. Aislinn borrowed a hoodie from Tommy, but by the time they set off it was already wrapped around her waist.

They had a few discussions about what was meant by the word hike. Drew and Morgana originally planned on adventurous march through the woods and the rocky terrain, while Bianca and Tommy leaned toward the ‘walking in the woods’ definition. James was good to go either way, and Aislinn stood off to the side and smoked a tiny joint while everyone talked. In the end they went with something in the middle. They would walk as a group down the main path but if there was something off to the side of the trail that they wanted to see, people were game to try that.

The group set off from the cabin, Tommy locking the front door behind him as he was the last out. Morgana and Drew had a key, as did Bianca. James said he left his behind, but Bianca had a spare. There were more than enough keys to go around, so no one pushed him on where he left it.

Tommy had his camcorder with him, a little Panasonic 4K camera with a fresh 256GB memory card in it. They weren’t even out of the parking pad and he was already filming. He shot everyone in the party, going from the front to the back.

Morgana and Drew were normally the outdoorsy couple, but the last few months had taken a toll on them spending time together in Mother Nature. As soon as they heard about a hike, they busted out their hiking gear. Drew wore a white t-shirt designed to wick moisture away, a pair of khaki cargo shorts, grey socks that could easily be pulled up to his knees if the situation required, and hiking shoes designed to go over any terrain. He wore a backpack designed for hiking and camping, and carried a collapsible walking stick. He also had on a pair of sunglasses and a grey ballcap of the Harbor City Shorebirds, the city’s major league baseball team. It does as much to protect his head from the sun as it does to cover his growing bald spot and receding hairline.

Morgana wore her hiking shoes and socks like her husband, but opted for blue jean shorts and a black tank top. She also wore a Shorebirds hat, which they got on free hat night when they went to see a game over the summer. Her sunglasses were more fashionable than Drew’s wrap around Ray Bans. Like her husband, she also had a walking stick but declined to wear a backpack.

James was dressed like he was going in to the office for a light day of work. He wore a dark green polo shirt and a pair of blue jeans. If not for the sneakers instead of his work boots, he’d be ready for a day at the construction site. He skipped the sunglasses, saying that there was more than enough shade along the tree line to stay out of the sun’s direct line.

Bianca dressed more for a trip to the yoga studio than a trip to the woods. She had on very tight-fitting black yoga pants that accentuated her hips and ass, a white sports bra that struggled to hold her massive bosom in place. Only a flimsy, white see-thru tee even pretended to provide any covering. She wore a blue New York Yankees cap and gold-framed sunglasses. When asked why she wore a Yankees cap instead of a Shorebirds cap, she said “I want to cheer for a team that’s won something in my lifetime. Plus, I have a cousin that plays for them.”

Aislinn just looked like she was glad to be anywhere. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her sunglasses covered her pretty eyes. Tommy lingered the camera on her for a moment, catching how she looked. She wore a maroon t-shirt that made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, and a pair of loose legged jogging shorts. Around her waist she had a bum bag, or as the Yanks call it a fanny pack. That threw her off cause fanny has a different meaning south of the Equator. Aislinn wore her running shoes for the hike, appearing to skip socks. She caught him looking at her, and smiled. “Oi, like what ya see? Gimme the cam, wanna get you too.”

Tommy handed her the camera. Once she had it in focus, he stood there, looking goofy. He wore his plain gray v-neck t-shirt from earlier, a pair of gym shorts, socks and sneakers. He also sported a bum bag that he picked up from one of the shops by the marina. His sunglasses provided protection from the sun and cover for the slight redness he had from hanging out with Aislinn smoking so much. “How do I look?”

“Perfect, like you’re gonna get lost on your way to the first tree.” Aislinn laughed. Tommy chuckled as he reached for the camera.


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The group made it maybe 300 feet when they saw a sign posted on the side of the trail. Drew walked over to the sign and read it aloud.

“Due to scheduled system maintenance, the security cameras along the hiking trails in this area will be offline from 10AM to 2PM. Any questions or concerns, please call the main office at the number below. Hmm.” Drew shrugged his shoulders as they kept walking. Bianca saw the sign and was a little more curious.

“Why would they shut the cameras down on a Saturday of all days? Isn’t this one of their busiest days?”

James shrugged. “Probably some IT shite. Y’know how fookin’ useless they are. They probably coulda done it last night, but didn’t want to work on a Friday night.”

“Besides,” Tommy interjected from the rear, “all the drunks are still sleeping in.”

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As the group continued to walk, Morgana and Drew put a little bit of distance between them and the rest of the group. Once they were out of earshot, Drew leaned over towards Morgy a bit and spoke quietly.

“This is nice. Nice and quiet.” Drew said, looking at his wife.

She nodded. “Yep.” Morgana looked around the forest, not really paying attention to things.

“You okay, hun? You barely ate brekky this morn and now you’re just…”

Morgana glared at him. “Just what?”

“I don’t know, off.” Drew was defensive, not sure if he was picking a fight by accident or just trying to see what’s wrong.

Morgana shook her head. She thought about everything she said to Tommy, and how she was upset about Drew’s new job, but that wasn’t what was really bothering her.

“It’s, listen, we didn’t get a chance to talk about your new job, and now that you’re being backfilled by Ais it makes it all the more real. There’s no going back on it, no changing your mind, it’s done. We didn’t discuss it. And yes, I know it’s a great step forward, but there’s a lot of travel coming. Senior International Legal means a lot of travel all over the world.” Morgana looked over her shoulder. There was enough space between them and the rest of the pack that she moved off to the side of the trail. Drew followed her. She stood against a tree, on the verge of a breakdown.

Drew walked over to her and hugged her. “I know, it’s crazy how fast it all happened. The job came up so quick and the offer was there. In two years, our house will be paid off. I can then take a new position that is based here in Harbor City, or look for a new job where staying home is the goal. The next couple years could suck, but it won’t last forever.”

“It’s not fair. Okay, it’s not fair. It’s not fair that you’re taking this position, and it’s not fair for me to ask you to give it up, and it’s not fair to Ais to give it up because she’s wanted to move to the states for years. It’s not fair, none of it.” Morgana cried as Drew hugged her. After a moment, she leaned back and cleared her eyes. “I’m sorry, this morning sucked a little. I barely ate anything, only had some coffee and granola. I’ve been a mess emotionally today and woke up sick.”

“Like, how sick?” Drew asked. Morgana shook her head.

“Nothing too bad. Felt like I was gonna vomit but was better after a couple minutes. But as soon as I had brekky, it just didn’t taste right.” As Morgana talked, she thought about things a little deeper.

“Did this just start today, or…?”

“No, it’s been a couple days. Feel like shite in the morn, better by lunch, but just on edge. I don’t know. Did drink a lot yesterday, so maybe just a little hungover.”

“Probably.” Drew let that hang in the air, refusing to recognize what being sick in the morning could refer to.

“Sorry for being-“

“It’s okay.” Drew cut her off. “I’ve been stressed out as well. Everything with the move is nuts. We finally get a chance to relax for a few days.” Drew looked over his shoulder, he could see the rest of them catching up. “Think we could lose them in the woods?”

She laughed. “No doubt. Too bad we gotta keep’em close. They’d get lost in about 10 minutes, then have to send a search party for’em. Try to sneak off for a bit, they’ll get lost and find a bear.”

“Yep. Ready?” Drew motioned for her to come back to the trail.

“Yep. Luv ya.”

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James and Bianca walked down the path at a relaxed pace, hand in hand. They could still see Morgana and Drew up ahead of them on the path. They enjoyed the peaceful tranquility of nature. The two oldest people in the cabin talked about each other, trying to learn more about the other.

“How’s Sophie doin’ on ‘er trip? Phil get eaten by a gator yet?” She chuckled at the thought of her ex becoming tomorrow’s alligator shit.

“She’s good so far. They arrived at Disney yesterday and are off having fun, or at least that’s what Cathy’s posting on Instagram. Probably had a couple arguments already, Phil bitched about the lines because HE’S too important to wait. You know the type. So, what about you, what does a single architect in his fifties do for fun?” She asked, looking up at his face as he stood several inches taller than her.

“Me? Nothing much. I don’t get much free time with work. I’m usually working on getting caught up with work and then setting up the next project.”

“Really? What about movies or TV or music?” She asked.

“Nothing. I’ll listen to music on the drive to work, just put on a pop channel and that’s it. Long drives I’ll listen to audiobooks but I don’t get too caught up in things. I like a little bit of every music, but just a little. I come off as an arse because I’m usually so strung up because I don’t have time to relax.”

“But you’ve been going at full speed for so long that you don’t have a slower gear and when people lollygag you’re like ‘get your ass in gear so I can get my shit done.’” Bianca replied, understanding what James went through.

“Exactly. I got a reputation of bein’ a major dick since I burn through PM’s like they’re kindlin’. That’s cause most of them suck. Twinkletoes is the longest I’ve had a PM in years, and he’s the only one I haven’t thought ‘bout throwin’ off a tower.”

“So Twinkletoes back there doesn’t suck at his job, and he’s saved at least two or three lives by not quitting? Good to know, he probably deserves a medal.” She looked over her shoulder and could see Tommy and Aislinn flirting behind them in the distance. “Though, I think she’ll give him something else before the night is over.”

“What, like the clap?”

Bianca chuckled. “Not that, but she’s got her hooks in him pretty good. Maybe tonight he’ll take some advice and not leave her clothes two floors away.” She turned her head and saw Drew and Morgana step off the trail and hug. “What’dya think they’re sayin’?”

James looked at the pair for a moment. “I don’t know. ‘Oi, whatya mean this hat is drawing attention to my bald spot, it’s hiding it.’ ‘It’s hiding it like a big sign that says don’t look behind the sign. Our kids will be bald because of you.’ ‘That’s not fair, I had hair yesterday, I grabbed a bunch of it out the shower and the pool’ ‘Oi, you’re so sexy, kiss me now! Not like that! No, like that! Yes, Captain Picard, make love to me on the trail now!’” James did his best impersonations of the married couple, alternating voices between Drew’s deep baritone and a falsetto to match Morgana’s normal soprano range. Bianca tried not to laugh, but failed.


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Tommy didn’t know exactly how far they’d walked by this point, but his smart watch said it was a little over a mile. Once they passed the mile marker, he relaxed a little. Maybe the Really Useful Crew had called things off and since he couldn’t log in to the site or WhatsApp, he’d only find out when the weekend was over. The Really Useful Crew. That’s what he called them in his mind. He tried figuring out where he heard that term, but for the life of him it just vanished. It was one of those things that he’s heard a million times but just wasn’t sure where.

The plan that the Really Useful Crew came up with was to have Bubbles hang out within a mile of the camp, preferably within a half a mile, and they had a narrow window of 10 to Noon to execute this. It was after 11:30 and they were well past a mile from the cabin by now. It wouldn’t make sense if Bubbles was behind them. It wouldn’t split the party and the surprise wouldn’t be the same. When they came around the next corner and were a solid mile and a half from the cabin, that’s when he convinced himself that the mission was off. He saw no sight of an Asian woman, no black hair no pink hair no green hair no bald woman. Nothing.

He relaxed and sighed. He barely noticed that he and Aislinn were going so slow that they lost the rest of the party. He was so relaxed he didn’t hear what Aislinn said until she poked him in the ribs.

“Hey.” Tommy said, acting like that hurt.

“I was saying, I’m moving up here in a few weeks. I could really use some help getting settled ‘round these parts.” Aislinn said.

“What about Morgy?” Tommy asked, and Aislinn shook her head a bit.

“It depends. If Drew’s in town, they’re still tryin’ for a baby, so that’s takin’ up their time. When he’s back in Melbourne, she’ll have time but it’s different. They have work friends and married friends. You’re single, you know single people. Married couples in the burbs don’t go to the bar ‘til midnight, they drink in front of the tele, screaming at the news or footy. Married couples soon have kids, and that means no more fun. You’re still fun and great to hang out with.” Aislinn said.

Tommy tilted his head a bit. “Nice to know after 23 hours I’m still not boring.”

Aislinn laughed. As they continued, she saw another one of those ‘Cameras out of service’ signs. “Oi, those cameras. They’re gonna be down for a bit longer, right?”

“I guess so.” Tommy replied, looking at the sign. He turned back to Aislinn, who was already scanning for a little path off of the main path.

“So no reason for anyone to be watching the monitors back at the office?” She had that cheeky smile as she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward a little clearing off the path. Tommy had a pretty good clue where this was going. Well, not the path, but her leading him off of the path. This path led to Poundtown.


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As the group rounded the corner of the path, Drew and Morgana came to a stop.

“Oi, you alright there?” Drew yelled. He saw someone sitting on the side of the path. It looked like a woman with curly pink hair, sitting on a rock. She wore a black hoodie that said Adidas on it and grey striped baggy workout pants. To complete the Adidas sponsored ensemble, she wore pink sneakers with three white leather stripes on them. Her clothes were covered in dirt and she looked a little distracted.

“Excuse me, miss. You okay?” Drew said, approaching the woman cautiously. Morgana stood behind him, walking stick in hand. She shifted her grip, holding it more as a weapon instead of a tool. She motioned to James and Bianca to catch up quickly.

“Think so.” The woman raised her head. Her face was also covered in dirt as was her pink hair. There was a little trickle of dried blood on her forehead. She tried to focus on the people in front of her.

“Oh my God, what happened?” Drew asked, kneeling down next to her. Morgana waved James and Bianca to come up.

“Oi, you lot, get up here. Got someone hurt up ‘ere.” Morgana called out to James and Bianca. A moment later they arrived, James a little out of breath.

“What’s goin’ on?” James asked. “Who’s this?”

“I don’t know.” Drew replied to James, but kept his gaze on the woman. “What’s your name?”

“Kim.” Her head slowly shook back and forth, like she was trying to calm the motion on a boat. “Thanks, I’m…I think I’m okay.”

“You don’t look so good. What happened?” Bianca knelt down next to Kim, checking out her wounds and getting a good look at the woman. She was young, probably early to mid 20’s, Asian skin with a clean complexion, and green eyes. She had some visible tattoos on her neck, behind her ear, and on her hands.

“Who are you?” The young woman asked, looking at Bianca.

“My name’s Bianca. Tell us what happened.” Bianca’s voice had a hint of tenderness mixed with a sternness that comes from dealing with an 11-year-old daughter.

“I was…I was on my way to friend’s cabin. They were supposed to check in a couple hours ago but they texted and said they’d be late. So I walked from the parking lot out to their place, but I got lost. Next thing I know, I tripped and fell down the side of that little hill over there.” Kim pointed at a nearby hill. The others saw it. It looked steep enough to hurt. “Tumbled a little bit and here I am.”

“Did you hit your head? You have some blood on your forehead.” Drew said.

Kim looked at him, then checked her forehead. There was a little bit of dried blood on it. “Yeah, got a little shook up. When I tried to stand, everything started spinning.”

Drew looked at Bianca and they made eye contact. They knew they couldn’t leave her alone out here by herself.

“Kim, do you have anyone you can call?” Bianca asked. Kim pulled out a smartphone from her hoodie pouch. The screen was crushed, shattered into a hundred pieces.

“Don’t suppose ya memorized yer friends numbers?” James said.

Kim shook her head briefly, then stopped. “Nah. If it’s not completely wrecked I could get the contacts off it with a laptop.”

“Where were your friends staying?” Bianca asked. Kim put the phone back in her hoodie pouch.

“Something Bear Cabin. Starts with an S. Snoozing, Snoring-“

“Sleeping Bear?” Drew said.

Kim nodded her head. “Yeah, that’s it. Sleeping Bear. They’re coming down from Humdinger but they hit traffic on the way. Place is in their name, so I couldn’t check in for them. They said they’d meet me there.” Kim took a deep breath, then sighed. “Great start to a vacation, huh?” She chuckled to herself.

“Sleeping Bear’s the cabin that’s right next to ours, and you need to walk past ours to get there. It’s about a mile from here, think ya can walk that far?” James said. Morgana gave him a look that screamed ‘Oh Hell No’ but Bianca and Drew knew where this was going.

“He’s right. We can’t leave you out here by yourself.” Bianca said, checking to see if Kim had any other injuries.

“Drew, over here.” Morgana called her husband over to her, a few feet away from Kim. Bianca grabbed Kim’s hands.

“Can you stand up? On three. One. Two. Three.” Bianca grunted a bit on three as she stood up. Kim stood with her, but then leaned against the tree behind her for balance.

Drew and Morgana whispered as James and Bianca checked on Kim. That’s when he noticed something was wrong.

“Where’s Twinkletoes? And Aislinn?” He looked around. They were nowhere to be found.

“Oi, son of a…”. Morgana caught herself. “They probably snook off for a little in-and-out.”

“Shite.” James spewed. He looked like he was pissed. “Can ya call’em?”

Drew shook his head. “No, we don’t have our phones. We left them in the cabin.”

“Really?”

“It’s a nature hike James, a chance to get away from everything. I didn’t want work calling me when we were out and they’ve called Morgy’s phone to get a hold of me.”

“We just wanted one quiet walk away from the world. Didn’t expect this.” Morgana waved at Kim as she tried to maintain her balance.

“So what now? She can’t stay out by herself, and we can’t leave Tommy and Aislinn to fend for themselves either.” James said. He had a plan, but wanted Drew to connect the dots.

“Okay. You two,” Drew pointed at James and Bianca, “take Kim back to the cabin. One of you stay with her, make sure everything’s good and that she doesn’t die or rob the place.”

“That’ll be me.” Bianca said, continuing to check on Kim.

“That means James, grab our phones and bring them back and meet up with us. If you can get a hold of Tommy and Aislinn, even better. Figure we’ll probably see them on the trail in a few minutes but just in case they go all out, we’ll wait. Then we’ll look for them if they don’t reappear. They have to be somewhere over there.” Drew pointed in the general direction from which they came. “Each of these pairs has a key so that’s not a problem. Should be back in a half hour or so. We’ll keep an eye out for the lovebirds until then.”

“Where’s yer phones?” James asked as Bianca guided Kim to the trail.

“On our nightstands, charging.”

“See ya in a bit.” James said.

“Thanks, we’ll be here.” Drew said, watching as James and Bianca walked this injured stranger back to the cabin.

Morgana just shook her head in a mix of disgust, anger, and fear. She was afraid of this unexpected occurrence on the trail, and angry at how her plans for a peaceful walk were ruined by a complete stranger. But most of all, she was disgusted with herself. She was within an inch of beating a complete stranger with her walking stick, just for being there. Seeing a stranger on the trail brought back bad memories, memories of her assault on the jogging trail earlier in the summer. The assault that she couldn’t tell her husband about but told Tommy about right away.


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It didn’t take long for Tommy and Aislinn to find a secluded spot off of the beaten path. As soon as they were out of view of the trail, she grabbed him and passionately kissed him. He picked her up, Aislinn wrapping her legs around him as he backed her up against a tree. She grunted into his mouth at the impact, but kept pushing him further. She reached down, pushing Tommy’s gym shorts down, exposing his hard-on poking up in his boxer briefs. Another second and she exposed his dick to the fresh summer air.

Tommy fiddled with her shorts, reaching in and sliding her panties to the side so he could finger her, but he’d have to move these shorts to give her a good fucking. He set her down on her feet long enough to push her shorts down to her shoes. She kicked one of the shoes off, letting her foot slip through the shorts leg. Before she could pull her panties down, Tommy pushed the blue tanga-cut panties to the side. In a few seconds, he was in her. Aislinn gasped at the welcome intrusion. She was beginning to fall for this dick.

He fucked her with quick, hard strokes, knowing they didn’t have much time before someone came looking for them. He kissed her, enjoying how she tasted and how she moaned on the end of his phallus. He pushed her shirt up, exposing her little titties. No bra for her today. Tommy grabbed her left tit with his right hand while he pumped away in her.

As he fucked her, she could feel that he was hitting her in all the right places, bringing her to the edge of a climax. When he noticed her breathing change, he leaned in kissed her hard. That did it. She screamed in his mouth as she shuddered under his control, nearly losing her grip and falling off of him. He held her against the tree harder, slamming into her as she came down and his own orgasm approached. A minute later and he flooded her pussy with his juice.

They just stood there on wobbly legs for a minute, trying to catch their breath. Aislinn kissed him again. “A girl could get used to this.” She laughed a little. He smiled.


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It was close to 15 minutes before they arrived at the cabin, the pace slowed by Kim’s apparent injuries. Though, she did move a little better as they got closer. Bianca kept talking with Kim in an attempt to keep the woman focused, and Kim asked a lot of questions about everyone she’d met. Bianca found out that Kim’s friends had rented the cabin next door to them and should be arriving shortly. Kim discovered that the young married couple was Drew and Morgana, and that two more were off in the woods somewhere exploring. The intrepid explorers were named Tommy and Aislinn. Kim also learned that Aislinn was Morgana’s sister and was moving to the states from Australia.

When they arrived at the cabin, Bianca opened the door. Kim walked in after her, casing the place for anything that might jump out and attack them.

“Wow, this is a nice cabin.” Kim said, as she walked to one of the recliners in the living room to sit. “Sorry, mind if I…”

Bianca waved her to the chair. “No, go ahead and sit. I saw a first aid kit in the bathroom, let me get that.” Bianca walked to the bathroom off of the bedroom in the first floor.

James stayed in the living room with Bubbles. He knew who Kim really was and she knew who he was. The fog stopped as she pulled a small phone from her pants pocket, much smaller than the smashed phone she showed everyone. With a quick passcode and a couple buttons, she sent a text to her co-conspirators. She slipped the phone back in her pocket before Bianca returned with the first aid kit.

“Here, I found this. Let me see that scratch on your head.” Bianca put on a pair of latex gloves and held a cotton swab in one hand and a bottle of iodine in the other. She dabbed at the surface cut, and Kim winced at the cool, slightly painful touch. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay. Guess it’s supposed to sting.” Kim said. “If I didn’t say it already, thanks. This means a lot.”

“You’re welcome.” Bianca said, checking over the rest of the scrapes.

“You a nurse or something?”

“Something. I have an 11-year-old daughter. This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with a concussion.” Bianca said. This caused Kim to laugh a little.

James went upstairs and grabbed Morgana and Drew’s phones from their nightstands. A moment later, he was back downstairs. “I’m gonna return these phones to Morgy and Drew. I’ll be back as soon as they find Tommy and Aislinn.” He walked over to Bianca. She stopped what she was doing long enough to stand up and give James a kiss before he left.

“Take care, don’t be too long.”

“That’s up to Twinkeltoes and his cock, isn’t it?” James said before heading out the door.


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James left the cabin, knowing full well that the plan was in motion. He had no clue what Tommy was thinking.

Correction. He knew exactly what Tommy was thinking. At least what he was thinking with. For a man madly in love with one woman, he has no qualms about fucking her sister in front of her. And that’s probably one of the things that pissed off Morgana. The fact that her lover was fucking her sister and she couldn’t do a thing about it.

He made it maybe a half of a kilometer from the cabin when he saw a truck approaching. It was a black 2018 F-150 King Ranch edition drive towards the cabin, and it was driving up the very narrow path that barely fit cars. Only a douchebag would drive a King Ranch, let alone drive one to the cabin.

James nodded. The next phase was on.

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To Be Continued...

[Shocker]

And the next phase will be glorious

[peterfrisk]

I agree. The coming chapters will be all fun and games.

[Shocker]

I agree. The coming chapters will be all fun and games.

For some at least.