" Brad was sitting with his legs out, leaning back on his elbows, watching them emerge from the lake. Like Venus rising from the sea, except Venus didn’t stub her toe on a rock and curse and hold her foot up to look at the damage. He had a sudden vision of the goddess being knocked over by a wave as she worked her way to the shoreline.
"Don’t move." Katie was walking closer to him, then legs akimbo as she walked over his, right up to where his head and torso blocked her, leaning over him. Why? So he could lick her? She was up a bit too high for that. She was wrapping her towel around his arms. "Lie back now." That trapped his arms. "Stay that way."
"Rubber? There’s one in my shoe."
"You aren’t ready for a rubber." She took his little hotel towel and flicked it at the part that wasn’t ready. A few more flicks and it was. "Okay, here’s the deal. You know the game I was playing with that boy last night?’
"Not really."
"Okay then. Here are the rules. You keep your tongue and your prick sticking up. I do what I want with them. Anything I want for as long as I want and don’t you dare come until I tell you to. Got it?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?" A flick of the towel.
"Yes mistress." That was enough to provoke a snicker from Ann.
Okay, now what? Katie gave a sigh. Not much urge to use her mouth on that tongue. Or on the other end with the rubber on it. Shove them into her pussy? Not in the mood. And it was getting late, time to get back to working on the IMS problem. Why was she even doing this? Squat on his face then and get it over with. God, he liked it. He was trying to work his tongue in deeper. What kind of tongue was that? He really was a monster. His mouth was wide open, teeth upon her flesh, lips somehow finding her clit, rubbing it against his incisors, his lower fangs. Okay, to the other protrusion, throbbing in its dayglo sheathing. "Your little wifey ever do this for you?"
"Yep."
What? Wrong answer. How many times had they done it this way? Hundreds? Thousands? Fuck him! Fuck him! "Okay, you can come now."
"Thanks." And he did, straining up against her just a bit. So casually. She was nothing to him, nothing. What if he had done it with his wife this way a thousand times? What was this, a tenth of a percent? Noise level. "That was great," he added. "You are so beautiful."
"Better than your wife? Prettier than your wife?"
"I’ve met his wife," Ann said. "She was wearing glasses and a clunky bathrobe and her hair was a mess. No makeup."
"Oh."
"She was beautiful."
"Oh." Katie stood up, took the pool towel, and flicked it against Brad’s nipples. "So why the fuck are you doing this?"
"Maybe to scratch an itch."
"Scratch too hard and it starts to bleed." Katie went into the water to rinse off. The other two followed.
CHAPTER 8
"I AM SO NOT in the mood for this." Ann gave a little sigh as they pulled into the hotel parking lot. "What about you?"
"Me? I’m just going to sit by the pool and have a beer. But I need to call home first."
"Okay. Don’t be too long, okay?" Ann went over to the front desk, returning with one of the gold key cards. "Use this to get up there. You might as well just wear what you have on." Which was not much – his flimsy jogging shorts and a tee shirt. He swam in those shorts also, when he had to wear something. Okay, call home. What the hell was he supposed to say? No answer. "Hi, hope you’re okay. Ann wants to do a movie now, so we’ll be having dinner late. Leave me a message. Love you."
A brief bathroom stop, and off he went to the elevator. The first one he tried didn’t have a slot for the penthouse key. So he took it up as far as it would go and hit the up button. And waited. Finally, one of the doors opened. He stepped in, saw the slot, and put the gold key into it. Up, very slowly, and the door opened. Sam was there to greet him.
"Hey, good to see you again. Come on." He was ushered to the pool deck, where Ann and two guys not much older than the boys last night were huddled with a woman in a business suit. Brad had been expecting to walk into a wild orgy, but things were about as far away from that as possible.
"Brad, this is Aaron, this is Jody, and this is Rachel, my right hand gal. Rachel and I are going to be doing the shooting. Now the thing is, we’ve been talking this over and we were wondering if you would like to be written in. In a non-fucking part."
"Don’t worry," Ann said, "they’ll give you gray hair and a beard."
"And something under that tee shirt to give you little beer belly. Maybe a tattoo. Scrubs right off, don’t worry."
"And?"
"Well, you and your daughter, that would be Ann here, are sitting out by the pool. You’re reading something." Sam held up a magazine with a lot of trucks on the cover. "Ann is getting some sun." There was a little patch of sunlight left. How much longer it would last might be an issue. "So she takes off her big floppy tee shirt and all she has under it is tiny little micro bikini. She’s reading something too. Whatever it is has her rubbing at the bottom of that little bikini, sort of pulling it away to the side. You’re pretending to read your truck mag, but one hand is under those shorts.
"Now, just when it seems like you’re going to go over and help Ann out, these two come bursting on the scene. They tie you to your chair and go on to do all sorts of nasty things to poor Ann here, right in front of your eyes."
"I think I’ve seen this one. Okay, why not?"
"Haven’t we all. Okay, time to meet Marty, our master of disguise."
"Give me a sec." Rachel went inside and came back out with two papers. "You two need to sign these. Thanks." She tore something off the bottom of each and handed it to them. "It’s your check."
"Check?" Ann took it as if it were about to burn her hand off.
"Yep. You two are now official movie stars."
"Porn stars." Ann found her purse and put the check in it. She was afraid to look at it, to see how much it was for.
"This is Marty, our makeup guy."
A couple minutes of ministrations from Marty, and Brad was seated in his chair, wig and baseball cap on his head, fake chubby cheeks with gray stubble pasted onto his face, something like a fanny pack giving him a little beer belly
"Okay honey, you come sashaying in and go over and give your daddy a nice little kiss. On the forehead. That’s it, real sexy. Brad, you just glance up from your mag. Okay honey now you take off the shirt and move those hips, not that you’ve got any butt, over to the lounge chair."
Ann did that, showing off the landing strip that had been added above that little butt. Sam brought his camera in close to Brad’s face. "Okay, just give her a peek over the top of the mag. Maybe a little drool. That’s it. You do dirty old man really well."
Meanwhile Rachel was trailing the enticing butt with her camera as it moved to the other side of the pool area. "Okay honey, now you just sit down real nice, play with your hair, stretch out a bit to show off your boobs. Okay, look at your mag for a bit. Now one hand down, inside the bikini bottom. That’s it. Now honey just sort of close your eyes, put down the mag. Pull the bottom over to the side so we can see what those fingers are up to."
"Okay Brad, now you are sort of dropping your mag. Your hands are inside your shorts. Get yourself hard. Okay, let’s get a good shot of that bulge. Okay, you two keep at it for a couple minutes so we’ve got some extra footage if we need it."
"Light’s going," Rachel pointed out.
"Okay boys, time for you two to make your move. You’re going to come in with the nylon stockings over your faces, the fake pistols in your hands. Aaron, you’re going to cover gramps over here. Jody, you go over to Ann. Pull down your pants and stick your cock in her mouth. With the gun at her head. No! No! Jesus! It’s got to be hard coming out. Tell you what Ann, fluff him up a bit. Grab his balls. Stick a finger up his ass. That’s more like it. Okay Jody, pull your pants up and we’ll start over. Back up a little. Now come in closer, put the gun at her head, pull out your cock … Jesus! Aaron, think you can stay hard for three seconds?"
"Sure thing, boss."
"Okay, trade places then. No, no, honey, it was okay you were doing that way when you were fluffing , but now you’re being raped. You don’t want that cock in your mouth. Keep your lips closed. Give her a little prod with the gun. That’s it. Okay now it’s going to shove into you and you want to gag on it. No! No! Don’t take it all way down like that. Honey, you’re a poor innocent little girl who doesn’t know how to swallow a man down to his balls. That’s it."
"Shit!" That was from Aaron. "She bit me! The fucking bitch bit me!" He pressed the gun against Ann’s temples. "Do that one more time and I’ll blow your fucking brains out."
"Now now, children. Play nice. Now, Jody, you’re seeing your buddy have all the fun and you’re stuck over here with gramps. So what you’re going to do is take your belt off – don’t matter if your pants fall down, do it? Okay, now gramps is going to put his hands behind his back and you’re going to loop the belt through the webbing and around his hands. Yeah, like that. Okay, now take off those pants, yeah all that stuff. What is it with you? Rachel babe, can you give this boy a hand? A mouth rather?"
"I’m busy. Have Marty do it."
"No fucking way."
"What about you Brad? You up for it?"
Brad opened up his mouth to say no way in hell. And Aaron was sticking a cock that had suddenly come to life right into it.
"Well well, looky there. Brad, just like I was telling Ann, you’ve got to fight it some."
"Oh my God!" Ann had broken off what she was doing to make that comment. "Oh. My. Fuck. Ing. God!"
Fight it. Yeah, he should fight it. Not that he really could, with his hands tied like that. Why the hell was his own cock sticking straight up, out of the bottom of the little running shorts? Did girls actually like to do this? Did they like the way it felt, the way it tasted?
"Careful with the wig." Aaron had one hand on Brad’s head, the other still holding the fake pistol, and he was pumping away. He stopped, withdrew, and white cream was dribbling out of Brad’s still open mouth. More was dribbling down Brad’s thigh.
"Well if that don’t beat all. Guess we’re going to have to change the *********** a bit."
"I thought I was going to get fucked," Ann said. She sounded really pissed.
"Well Jody, how about you take care of that right now? Except Ann here is going to be putting up a fight, using any limb she’s got free to take a swipe at you. You’ve got the gun in one hand, the other can’t keep all those arms and legs under control. So what you’re going to do, you’re going to take your belt off just like Aaron did. Now you’re going to give Ann a really hard slap with it, just to daze her a bit – no, just a pretend slap, and Ann act like it knocked you out. Then you pull her legs up, put her arms under her knees, and tie her hands together with the belt. Okay, now you can fuck her either hole and there’s not a thing she can do about it."
Jody did that, with Rachel’s camera at close range, the right hole first, then the wrong one.
"Oh my God! That feels so good! Stick your big cock in my pussy! Shove it up my ass! God! God! I’m coming!" But then she actually did start to come, maybe just at the thought of it, of how silly it all was.
Aaron was watching it all intently, stroking himself back to arousal.
"Oh, look at that. Okay Aaron, why don’t you go over and join in on the action?"
Instead of going to the top of the chair to stick his cock in Ann’s mouth, Aaron went behind Jody. And started to kiss Jody’s butt.
"I think I got the wrong guys," Rachel said. "Oh well, I guess we have to go with it." She zoomed in on Aaron’s tongue teasing itself into Jody’s asshole. "You going to fuck him?"
A nod. Jody scrunched up a little, reaching back to spread his cheeks. Sam came over to catch how Jody’s cream was spurting out of Ann as Aaron was penetrating Jody. Then the two of them got up and headed over to Brad.
"Your turn, gramps."
"That’s not in the ***********, boys."
"Fuck the ***********. Tell me gramps, you like this cock? All covered with your daughter’s shit?" Jody was slapping Brad’s face with it, leaving little streaks of brown. "Want to find out what it tastes like?"
Brad really didn’t get a chance to answer. Or to protest as Aaron pulled off the little jogging shorts, pulled up Brad’s legs. That was enough for Brad to thrash violently, to bite.
"Rubber," he managed to gasp as he finally got his mouth free.
"He promised his wife," Ann said.
"Okay, we’ve got invisible ones. Just a sec."
With that, Brad relaxed. But Jody was pissed. He went back over to Ann, shoved himself back into her butt. "Shit on it honey. Get it nice and tasty for your daddy." It came back out even more streaked than before. "Here gramps, hows about a nice little fudgesicle.
"Oh. My. God." Brad was coming as the thing went down his throat. Then Aaron impaled him, and he was spurting with each thrust.
"What about poor Ann?" Sam said. "You guys were hired to do Ann, remember? How about giving her a little dp?"
So the boys went back and dutifully fucked her, front and back.
"Okay, I think we’ve got enough. Not quite sure what we’re going to do with it." Sam freed Brad, then Ann. "Want a beer? Wash it all down?"
"Sure."
"I don’t believe you." Ann came over and grabbed her own beer. "I do not fucking believe you."
"Didn’t I come out of the water to find you with your tongue stuck up Stephie?"
"That’s different."
"Why is it different?"
"I don’t know, it just is. So what was it like to have a dick in your mouth?"
"You know what it’s like."
"You guys want some dinner?" That was Rachel. "We can have it sent up."
"Yeah, why not?" Brad realized he was still wearing the wig, the stubble, the pot belly. What the heck. Food first then he’d clean up. "I’ll have the ribs. What?"
"Nothing. Okay, what the heck I’ll have the house salad."
"Okay. Want some wings in the meantime?" Rachel brought over a tray.
"You never answered my question."
"It was like my first French kiss. It was all tingly and scary."
"And you came. I was looking at the stuff shooting out of your dick thinking I can’t believe he’s coming just from having a cock in his mouth."
"Maybe from the idea of it."
"Then when it was covered in shit?"
"Didn’t you do that? As a pledge?"
"Some. Mostly to the pledges. Look, don’t tell me you didn’t like it. I was looking at your cock."
"Why are you even asking then? Bitter, spicy. I like really dark chocolate. Sort of like that. Tell you what, why don’t you find out for yourself?"
"Didn’t you see, at the end? They pulled out of the dp and took turns sticking it in my mouth?"
"And."
"Maybe I came."
"So you liked it."
"Just because it made me come doesn’t mean I liked it. God, men can never understand that, can they?"
"Guess not."
"How about getting fucked? By a real cock?"
"It was like, not for my benefit? When you were doing it with the strap-on it was for me not you. But he was doing it for his pleasure, moving around the way he liked it. I was just along for the ride."
"So you know what it’s like for me."
"Maybe."
"But I’ll never really know what it’s like the other way around."
"Guess not."
"So tell me, what’s it like. To use that thing?" She reached under his shorts.
"Imagine your clit was that size."
"That doesn’t help."
"Food’s here." Rachel came over with two dishes. "Hey, honey, I was hearing what you two were just saying and I’ve got to ask you, you ever fuck another girl?"
"With a strap-on. Sure."
"No, I mean with your clit."
"Is that even possible?"
"You’ve got a big one, honey. It was sticking right out there while we were shooting. Tell you what, after you’ve finished your dinner."
"I’m through. It’s going to take Brad forever to get through his ribs."
"Well why don’t we do a little dinner theater for him then. If you don’t mind?"
Brad mumbled something that might have been a yes. Which meant what? Yes he minded? Or yes go ahead.
Whatever. Rachel had traded her business garb for a bright orange cover up, which she shed now to reveal skin that seemed even darker in the twilight. She pulled up a long pool chair close to Brad. "Come right here honey." Ann sat down, and pulled up the cover up she had put back on at the end of the shoot. She had not bothered to find out what had happened to the micro bikini.
"Okay honey, I’m going to do you first, just so you get an idea." Rachel stood next to Ann’s head. "Now honey, I want you to take a real good look at my pussy. Here, run your tongue along it. You know where my clit is. And my vagina. But right in between there’s the pee hole. You ever do much with that? Except pee?"
"Nope." Which Ann had to do right now, desperately, all of a sudden.
"Ever see a girl pee? Up close and personal?" Rachel found an empty glass. "Now watch honey. See where it’s coming out? Put your tongue right there."
Ann did that. It was still sour.
"Try to stick your tongue in it." Rachel tried to squeeze out a little drop. "Oh, honey, your boyfriend never does that for you?"
"Jane likes to be licked there," Brad said. "Drives her wild."
"Okay honey, let’s take a look a my clit. I think you’ve got it standing up now. Run your tongue up that way. See anything?"
"Not much."
"That’s because it’s under the hood. You ever try pulling the hood back?"
"My boyfriend tried that a couple of times. It hurt."
"Well honey, if you’re going to try to fuck with it, you need to get rid of the hood. Here, let me do it. Now what’s it look like?"
"A tiny little penis."
"Yep. Now that little thing’s not going to feel like much up your pussy. Or your asshole even. But up your pee hole, that’s a different thing altogether."
"You’ve got to be out of your fucking mind. God!" Ann grabbed the glass out of Rachel’s hand, just managed to get it in place before she started gushing into it.
"That’s good honey. Get’s you loosened up just right." Rachel pushed Ann back onto the chair and mounted her, high up on her. Brad could see Ann’s pussy wide open, but something was happening above that, something that Rachel was really enjoying and Ann was sort of enjoying. Maybe starting to enjoy a bit more.
"Shit!" A stream of fluid was trickling down between Ann’s lips. "What was that?"
"Why honey, you just squirted. Never did that before?"
"No."
"First time for everything. Now let’s trade places and you’re going to do the same thing to me. Stand up first and we’ll get rid of that little hood. Hey Brad, ever see this?"
"Nope. I’ll have to try that with Jane."
"Just wait sweetie. Just wait. Okay honey." Rachel lay back, spread her legs. "I’m going to pee, just a little, so you can see where it is. Okay, take that little prick of yours and put it right there. How does that feel?"
"Oh my God! That is wild!"
"Okay honey, take your time. Slide it in and out some. That’s it. How does it feel?"
"Like I’m fucking. Like I’m a guy fucking. Ooh, I’m jealous." She started to slam into Rachel.
"Careful."
"Sorry." A few more thrusts and Ann gave a little sigh.
"Enough for now?"
"Guess so."
"The nice thing about not being a guy is that you can just keep going. Okay, let’s do Brad now."
"What? What do you mean do Brad?" That didn’t sound promising. "Do me how?"
"You’ve got a pee hole, sweetie. Here, pee into this glass. See, just like ours except it’s sticking out on the end of that thing. Okay Ann, squeeze a little, see how it opens up. Now it’s just a matter of working your way in."
"This is nuts."
"You’ve never had a catheter?"
"Yeah when I was getting the vasectomy. It just added to the horror of the whole thing."
"Here, let me do it. Maybe open it up a little first." Rachel licked the very tip of Brad’s penis, then got just the tip of her pinky into it. "Okay Brad, we’re going to let you do the work if you can keep it up like that. Ever want to pee on a girl?"
"Maybe."
"Well, stick your cock right here, and pee. That’s right, all the way at the top. Stick it into my clit. Now push. Okay, now who’s fucking who?"
"That is wild. It’s all inside out."
"Like it?"
"Maybe."
"Okay, try it with Ann now. She’s maybe just a tad bigger."
Ann moved into place, and Brad tried to skewer himself on her clit, the way he had with Rachel. Was he fucking her? Was she fucking him? The tip of his penis was glowing, burning, then he quenched it with a flood of semen.
"That was so strange. It was just washing right around me. Okay, I am definitely trying this with Evan. Who knows? Maybe it’s what he’s looking for."
"Hey Sam, what’s up?" Sam had wandered out to the pool, possibly in search of another beer. How long had he been watching them?
"Not much. What the hell is that all about?" He came over to see what Brad and Ann were doing. Brad may have come, but Ann was still into it, pushing herself in further and further. "That hurt?"
"No. Feels strange but it doesn’t hurt."
"Ever done that Sam?" Rachel was tugging down Sam’s shorts. "Want to give it a try?"
"Maybe with Brad at the other end? Wouldn’t that be something else?"
"Like the tranny?" Ann asked.
"Yeah. I sort of got a yearnin’ for it, watching those kids go at it."
"Why didn’t you line up one of them?"
"Too scrawny. Well actually didn’t think about it until they were gone. Ever have that happen? You get an urge for somethin’ and you can’t quite pin down what it is? I was all ready to go out and find me some ladies, but I don’t think that’s what I need to scratch that itch."
Brad was quite visibly not interested. The thought was making him shrivel. "I’m not that in to guys."
"You seemed to like having the guys in you, boy." Sam was rubbing himself into arousal. "What if I were so stick this up your butt?"
"As long as you use a rubber."
"But otherwise it’s fine with you?"
"This week it’s fine."
"He and his wife gave each other the week off," Ann said. "Or something like that."
"But other way around?"
"Maybe he just needs to get warmed up to it," Rachel said. "Brad, you ever try to do deep throat?"
"You mean to me? Jane never could get the hang of it."
"Other way round. Ann, show me what you can do with Sam here." Actually Rachel had seen the photos from the Bayou. Still it was different to see that huge cock vanish within Ann’s mouth, to see her lips on Sam’s balls.
"How’d you learn to do that, honey?"
Of course Ann couldn’t answer, but Sam did for her. "College. Sorority. On dildos. It was part of hazing. Right? Straight out of the ass? The dirtier the better?"
"Okay Brad, you give it a try."
It was one thing to have a cock shoved into your mouth, with your hands tied behind your back so you really had no choice. Another to deliberately put one in.
"Come on, be a sport." That from Ann. She sort of shoved the thing into his mouth. Well at least that saved him from making the decision. Sam was huge. Brad’s teeth were barely past the tip and it was already at the back of his mouth. Thick too. How the hell was Ann getting all that down her throat?
"Just relax," Ann said. He did, and Sam’s belly was coming closer to his nose. Not a lot closer, but enough to know that it was started.
"That’s it," Rachel said, "that’s the hard part. Okay, now run your tongue down the shaft. See what his balls feel like. Now back behind. Don’t you want to know what it would feel like to go in there?"
"Not really." Sam was old. He was fat. Well not all that fat, but not in greatest shape. He was black. Would Brad have been attracted to a black lady that age and that out of shape? There was a lady at church just like that and she was a very nice lady, they were friends, but in terms of fucking her? No. No way.
Ann was kissing down his spine, rubbing her tits on his back, nibbling his butt. Running her tongue around his asshole. Stroking him into arousal. She put a finger from each hand into his asshole, hands on his butt. Sam turned around, on hands and knees, spreading his cheeks, knees slightly apart so that Brad could see everything.
"Come on, Brad, be my dildo." That from Ann as she aimed him towards the target glistening above Sam’s balls.
Okay, just get it over with. He was hard enough to start to get in, hard enough that he could feel the ring of muscle sliding over the tip of his penis. Okay, he was going to close his eyes, pretend it was a girl. Or maybe a very young boy, even scrawnier than the ones tonight, than the volleyball players. So young they had no pubic hair, tiny little pricks not much bigger than a clit. But balls. He reached down to feel Sam’s balls, playing with them. Sam gave a little sigh.
"Come on Brad. Fuck the fucking shit out of him." Ann was pulling him back out, slamming him back in, leaning with all her weight on his butt as she shoved him into Sam’s. Sam was spurting at each thrust, bowels in spasm. Then Rachel was in front of Sam, trying to plug the leak with her clit.
Sam closed his eyes in bliss. And stopped breathing.
"Oh. My. God. Oh My God!" Ann was hysterical. Rachel turned Sam over on his back and started to do CPR. Within a couple minutes his eyes were open once again.
"We should get an ambulance," Brad said.
"He’ll be fine. This isn’t the first time." Once Sam was conscious Rachel had run inside. She came back out with a hypodermic. "Eminase." Another needle. "Nitroglycerin. That’s all they’d do for him in the emergency room. You okay, big boy?"
"Better. Tell you what, if you’re going to go, that’s the way to do it. My mother, she had cancer, spent years and years wasting away. In a nursing home. Rotting away. My dad had a nice clean heart attack. In bed. Not sleeping, if you know what I mean? Not alone. Not with my mom, either, but that’s another story. Everybody at the wake kept saying how happy he looked."
Sam reached for a beer, but Rachel stopped him. "No more booze tonight. No going out on the prowl. Understand?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Do you need some help?" Ann asked.
"Honey, you’re more likely to be a distraction. Sam needs to take the rest of the night off, get some rest. Right Sam? Just watch a ball game or something."
"I’ll see how I feel." Sam went inside.
"So it’s like that?" Ann asked. "Day by day?"
"Day by day, hour by hour. What about you?"
"Brad is holding this huge project together. Hundreds of people. God only knows how much money."
"When I first came down Atlanta I told them pay attention because the company has spent millions of dollars on my education. Now we’re up to tens of millions, maybe hundreds."
"Does he do crazy things?" That was addressed to Ann.
"Like go running naked through the woods to wild lakes? Or cross country ski in the buff?"
"Wasn’t thinking of that. But yeah. What is it about men? Especially the ones we depend on. What makes them do that? You don’t know how many times I’ve been ready to end it all for Sam myself because he is just so … so …."
"At least I’m not married to him. What does your wife think? Does she know you do all that stuff?"
"Running. Swimming. Cross country skiing. It’s what I do for exercise."
"And it doesn’t bother her that you’re on your own? That you’re naked?"
"I don’t know. I wasn’t doing it before we got married. I never went near the woods. What about Sam?"
"Sam had a health scare a few years ago. Now he lives each day like it’s his last. Which it is going to be if he keeps this up."
"Ann likes to go naked also."
"It’s not the same. We go to this beach in New Jersey. It’s very tame. Okay, everyone is naked, but there’s nothing sexual about it."
"Uptight nudists," Brad said. "What a crock. Morally superior nudists because they’re following some set of rules that justifies it to them."
"It’s convenient. It’s legal. It’s safe. There are even a lot of regular beaches the same place so if we tell our parent we’re going there it doesn’t sound strange. I don’t think they know there’s a nude beach there." The elevator came. "I don’t know if we’re ever going to see each other again." She gave Rachel a kiss. "Thanks."
"Thanks yourself. You take care now."
"If you need help tonight ..."
"Thanks honey.
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"Don’t move." Katie was walking closer to him, then legs akimbo as she walked over his, right up to where his head and torso blocked her, leaning over him. Why? So he could lick her? She was up a bit too high for that. She was wrapping her towel around his arms. "Lie back now." That trapped his arms. "Stay that way."
"Rubber? There’s one in my shoe."
"You aren’t ready for a rubber." She took his little hotel towel and flicked it at the part that wasn’t ready. A few more flicks and it was. "Okay, here’s the deal. You know the game I was playing with that boy last night?’
"Not really."
"Okay then. Here are the rules. You keep your tongue and your prick sticking up. I do what I want with them. Anything I want for as long as I want and don’t you dare come until I tell you to. Got it?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?" A flick of the towel.
"Yes mistress." That was enough to provoke a snicker from Ann.
Okay, now what? Katie gave a sigh. Not much urge to use her mouth on that tongue. Or on the other end with the rubber on it. Shove them into her pussy? Not in the mood. And it was getting late, time to get back to working on the IMS problem. Why was she even doing this? Squat on his face then and get it over with. God, he liked it. He was trying to work his tongue in deeper. What kind of tongue was that? He really was a monster. His mouth was wide open, teeth upon her flesh, lips somehow finding her clit, rubbing it against his incisors, his lower fangs. Okay, to the other protrusion, throbbing in its dayglo sheathing. "Your little wifey ever do this for you?"
"Yep."
What? Wrong answer. How many times had they done it this way? Hundreds? Thousands? Fuck him! Fuck him! "Okay, you can come now."
"Thanks." And he did, straining up against her just a bit. So casually. She was nothing to him, nothing. What if he had done it with his wife this way a thousand times? What was this, a tenth of a percent? Noise level. "That was great," he added. "You are so beautiful."
"Better than your wife? Prettier than your wife?"
"I’ve met his wife," Ann said. "She was wearing glasses and a clunky bathrobe and her hair was a mess. No makeup."
"Oh."
"She was beautiful."
"Oh." Katie stood up, took the pool towel, and flicked it against Brad’s nipples. "So why the fuck are you doing this?"
"Maybe to scratch an itch."
"Scratch too hard and it starts to bleed." Katie went into the water to rinse off. The other two followed.
CHAPTER 8
"I AM SO NOT in the mood for this." Ann gave a little sigh as they pulled into the hotel parking lot. "What about you?"
"Me? I’m just going to sit by the pool and have a beer. But I need to call home first."
"Okay. Don’t be too long, okay?" Ann went over to the front desk, returning with one of the gold key cards. "Use this to get up there. You might as well just wear what you have on." Which was not much – his flimsy jogging shorts and a tee shirt. He swam in those shorts also, when he had to wear something. Okay, call home. What the hell was he supposed to say? No answer. "Hi, hope you’re okay. Ann wants to do a movie now, so we’ll be having dinner late. Leave me a message. Love you."
A brief bathroom stop, and off he went to the elevator. The first one he tried didn’t have a slot for the penthouse key. So he took it up as far as it would go and hit the up button. And waited. Finally, one of the doors opened. He stepped in, saw the slot, and put the gold key into it. Up, very slowly, and the door opened. Sam was there to greet him.
"Hey, good to see you again. Come on." He was ushered to the pool deck, where Ann and two guys not much older than the boys last night were huddled with a woman in a business suit. Brad had been expecting to walk into a wild orgy, but things were about as far away from that as possible.
"Brad, this is Aaron, this is Jody, and this is Rachel, my right hand gal. Rachel and I are going to be doing the shooting. Now the thing is, we’ve been talking this over and we were wondering if you would like to be written in. In a non-fucking part."
"Don’t worry," Ann said, "they’ll give you gray hair and a beard."
"And something under that tee shirt to give you little beer belly. Maybe a tattoo. Scrubs right off, don’t worry."
"And?"
"Well, you and your daughter, that would be Ann here, are sitting out by the pool. You’re reading something." Sam held up a magazine with a lot of trucks on the cover. "Ann is getting some sun." There was a little patch of sunlight left. How much longer it would last might be an issue. "So she takes off her big floppy tee shirt and all she has under it is tiny little micro bikini. She’s reading something too. Whatever it is has her rubbing at the bottom of that little bikini, sort of pulling it away to the side. You’re pretending to read your truck mag, but one hand is under those shorts.
"Now, just when it seems like you’re going to go over and help Ann out, these two come bursting on the scene. They tie you to your chair and go on to do all sorts of nasty things to poor Ann here, right in front of your eyes."
"I think I’ve seen this one. Okay, why not?"
"Haven’t we all. Okay, time to meet Marty, our master of disguise."
"Give me a sec." Rachel went inside and came back out with two papers. "You two need to sign these. Thanks." She tore something off the bottom of each and handed it to them. "It’s your check."
"Check?" Ann took it as if it were about to burn her hand off.
"Yep. You two are now official movie stars."
"Porn stars." Ann found her purse and put the check in it. She was afraid to look at it, to see how much it was for.
"This is Marty, our makeup guy."
A couple minutes of ministrations from Marty, and Brad was seated in his chair, wig and baseball cap on his head, fake chubby cheeks with gray stubble pasted onto his face, something like a fanny pack giving him a little beer belly
"Okay honey, you come sashaying in and go over and give your daddy a nice little kiss. On the forehead. That’s it, real sexy. Brad, you just glance up from your mag. Okay honey now you take off the shirt and move those hips, not that you’ve got any butt, over to the lounge chair."
Ann did that, showing off the landing strip that had been added above that little butt. Sam brought his camera in close to Brad’s face. "Okay, just give her a peek over the top of the mag. Maybe a little drool. That’s it. You do dirty old man really well."
Meanwhile Rachel was trailing the enticing butt with her camera as it moved to the other side of the pool area. "Okay honey, now you just sit down real nice, play with your hair, stretch out a bit to show off your boobs. Okay, look at your mag for a bit. Now one hand down, inside the bikini bottom. That’s it. Now honey just sort of close your eyes, put down the mag. Pull the bottom over to the side so we can see what those fingers are up to."
"Okay Brad, now you are sort of dropping your mag. Your hands are inside your shorts. Get yourself hard. Okay, let’s get a good shot of that bulge. Okay, you two keep at it for a couple minutes so we’ve got some extra footage if we need it."
"Light’s going," Rachel pointed out.
"Okay boys, time for you two to make your move. You’re going to come in with the nylon stockings over your faces, the fake pistols in your hands. Aaron, you’re going to cover gramps over here. Jody, you go over to Ann. Pull down your pants and stick your cock in her mouth. With the gun at her head. No! No! Jesus! It’s got to be hard coming out. Tell you what Ann, fluff him up a bit. Grab his balls. Stick a finger up his ass. That’s more like it. Okay Jody, pull your pants up and we’ll start over. Back up a little. Now come in closer, put the gun at her head, pull out your cock … Jesus! Aaron, think you can stay hard for three seconds?"
"Sure thing, boss."
"Okay, trade places then. No, no, honey, it was okay you were doing that way when you were fluffing , but now you’re being raped. You don’t want that cock in your mouth. Keep your lips closed. Give her a little prod with the gun. That’s it. Okay now it’s going to shove into you and you want to gag on it. No! No! Don’t take it all way down like that. Honey, you’re a poor innocent little girl who doesn’t know how to swallow a man down to his balls. That’s it."
"Shit!" That was from Aaron. "She bit me! The fucking bitch bit me!" He pressed the gun against Ann’s temples. "Do that one more time and I’ll blow your fucking brains out."
"Now now, children. Play nice. Now, Jody, you’re seeing your buddy have all the fun and you’re stuck over here with gramps. So what you’re going to do is take your belt off – don’t matter if your pants fall down, do it? Okay, now gramps is going to put his hands behind his back and you’re going to loop the belt through the webbing and around his hands. Yeah, like that. Okay, now take off those pants, yeah all that stuff. What is it with you? Rachel babe, can you give this boy a hand? A mouth rather?"
"I’m busy. Have Marty do it."
"No fucking way."
"What about you Brad? You up for it?"
Brad opened up his mouth to say no way in hell. And Aaron was sticking a cock that had suddenly come to life right into it.
"Well well, looky there. Brad, just like I was telling Ann, you’ve got to fight it some."
"Oh my God!" Ann had broken off what she was doing to make that comment. "Oh. My. Fuck. Ing. God!"
Fight it. Yeah, he should fight it. Not that he really could, with his hands tied like that. Why the hell was his own cock sticking straight up, out of the bottom of the little running shorts? Did girls actually like to do this? Did they like the way it felt, the way it tasted?
"Careful with the wig." Aaron had one hand on Brad’s head, the other still holding the fake pistol, and he was pumping away. He stopped, withdrew, and white cream was dribbling out of Brad’s still open mouth. More was dribbling down Brad’s thigh.
"Well if that don’t beat all. Guess we’re going to have to change the *********** a bit."
"I thought I was going to get fucked," Ann said. She sounded really pissed.
"Well Jody, how about you take care of that right now? Except Ann here is going to be putting up a fight, using any limb she’s got free to take a swipe at you. You’ve got the gun in one hand, the other can’t keep all those arms and legs under control. So what you’re going to do, you’re going to take your belt off just like Aaron did. Now you’re going to give Ann a really hard slap with it, just to daze her a bit – no, just a pretend slap, and Ann act like it knocked you out. Then you pull her legs up, put her arms under her knees, and tie her hands together with the belt. Okay, now you can fuck her either hole and there’s not a thing she can do about it."
Jody did that, with Rachel’s camera at close range, the right hole first, then the wrong one.
"Oh my God! That feels so good! Stick your big cock in my pussy! Shove it up my ass! God! God! I’m coming!" But then she actually did start to come, maybe just at the thought of it, of how silly it all was.
Aaron was watching it all intently, stroking himself back to arousal.
"Oh, look at that. Okay Aaron, why don’t you go over and join in on the action?"
Instead of going to the top of the chair to stick his cock in Ann’s mouth, Aaron went behind Jody. And started to kiss Jody’s butt.
"I think I got the wrong guys," Rachel said. "Oh well, I guess we have to go with it." She zoomed in on Aaron’s tongue teasing itself into Jody’s asshole. "You going to fuck him?"
A nod. Jody scrunched up a little, reaching back to spread his cheeks. Sam came over to catch how Jody’s cream was spurting out of Ann as Aaron was penetrating Jody. Then the two of them got up and headed over to Brad.
"Your turn, gramps."
"That’s not in the ***********, boys."
"Fuck the ***********. Tell me gramps, you like this cock? All covered with your daughter’s shit?" Jody was slapping Brad’s face with it, leaving little streaks of brown. "Want to find out what it tastes like?"
Brad really didn’t get a chance to answer. Or to protest as Aaron pulled off the little jogging shorts, pulled up Brad’s legs. That was enough for Brad to thrash violently, to bite.
"Rubber," he managed to gasp as he finally got his mouth free.
"He promised his wife," Ann said.
"Okay, we’ve got invisible ones. Just a sec."
With that, Brad relaxed. But Jody was pissed. He went back over to Ann, shoved himself back into her butt. "Shit on it honey. Get it nice and tasty for your daddy." It came back out even more streaked than before. "Here gramps, hows about a nice little fudgesicle.
"Oh. My. God." Brad was coming as the thing went down his throat. Then Aaron impaled him, and he was spurting with each thrust.
"What about poor Ann?" Sam said. "You guys were hired to do Ann, remember? How about giving her a little dp?"
So the boys went back and dutifully fucked her, front and back.
"Okay, I think we’ve got enough. Not quite sure what we’re going to do with it." Sam freed Brad, then Ann. "Want a beer? Wash it all down?"
"Sure."
"I don’t believe you." Ann came over and grabbed her own beer. "I do not fucking believe you."
"Didn’t I come out of the water to find you with your tongue stuck up Stephie?"
"That’s different."
"Why is it different?"
"I don’t know, it just is. So what was it like to have a dick in your mouth?"
"You know what it’s like."
"You guys want some dinner?" That was Rachel. "We can have it sent up."
"Yeah, why not?" Brad realized he was still wearing the wig, the stubble, the pot belly. What the heck. Food first then he’d clean up. "I’ll have the ribs. What?"
"Nothing. Okay, what the heck I’ll have the house salad."
"Okay. Want some wings in the meantime?" Rachel brought over a tray.
"You never answered my question."
"It was like my first French kiss. It was all tingly and scary."
"And you came. I was looking at the stuff shooting out of your dick thinking I can’t believe he’s coming just from having a cock in his mouth."
"Maybe from the idea of it."
"Then when it was covered in shit?"
"Didn’t you do that? As a pledge?"
"Some. Mostly to the pledges. Look, don’t tell me you didn’t like it. I was looking at your cock."
"Why are you even asking then? Bitter, spicy. I like really dark chocolate. Sort of like that. Tell you what, why don’t you find out for yourself?"
"Didn’t you see, at the end? They pulled out of the dp and took turns sticking it in my mouth?"
"And."
"Maybe I came."
"So you liked it."
"Just because it made me come doesn’t mean I liked it. God, men can never understand that, can they?"
"Guess not."
"How about getting fucked? By a real cock?"
"It was like, not for my benefit? When you were doing it with the strap-on it was for me not you. But he was doing it for his pleasure, moving around the way he liked it. I was just along for the ride."
"So you know what it’s like for me."
"Maybe."
"But I’ll never really know what it’s like the other way around."
"Guess not."
"So tell me, what’s it like. To use that thing?" She reached under his shorts.
"Imagine your clit was that size."
"That doesn’t help."
"Food’s here." Rachel came over with two dishes. "Hey, honey, I was hearing what you two were just saying and I’ve got to ask you, you ever fuck another girl?"
"With a strap-on. Sure."
"No, I mean with your clit."
"Is that even possible?"
"You’ve got a big one, honey. It was sticking right out there while we were shooting. Tell you what, after you’ve finished your dinner."
"I’m through. It’s going to take Brad forever to get through his ribs."
"Well why don’t we do a little dinner theater for him then. If you don’t mind?"
Brad mumbled something that might have been a yes. Which meant what? Yes he minded? Or yes go ahead.
Whatever. Rachel had traded her business garb for a bright orange cover up, which she shed now to reveal skin that seemed even darker in the twilight. She pulled up a long pool chair close to Brad. "Come right here honey." Ann sat down, and pulled up the cover up she had put back on at the end of the shoot. She had not bothered to find out what had happened to the micro bikini.
"Okay honey, I’m going to do you first, just so you get an idea." Rachel stood next to Ann’s head. "Now honey, I want you to take a real good look at my pussy. Here, run your tongue along it. You know where my clit is. And my vagina. But right in between there’s the pee hole. You ever do much with that? Except pee?"
"Nope." Which Ann had to do right now, desperately, all of a sudden.
"Ever see a girl pee? Up close and personal?" Rachel found an empty glass. "Now watch honey. See where it’s coming out? Put your tongue right there."
Ann did that. It was still sour.
"Try to stick your tongue in it." Rachel tried to squeeze out a little drop. "Oh, honey, your boyfriend never does that for you?"
"Jane likes to be licked there," Brad said. "Drives her wild."
"Okay honey, let’s take a look a my clit. I think you’ve got it standing up now. Run your tongue up that way. See anything?"
"Not much."
"That’s because it’s under the hood. You ever try pulling the hood back?"
"My boyfriend tried that a couple of times. It hurt."
"Well honey, if you’re going to try to fuck with it, you need to get rid of the hood. Here, let me do it. Now what’s it look like?"
"A tiny little penis."
"Yep. Now that little thing’s not going to feel like much up your pussy. Or your asshole even. But up your pee hole, that’s a different thing altogether."
"You’ve got to be out of your fucking mind. God!" Ann grabbed the glass out of Rachel’s hand, just managed to get it in place before she started gushing into it.
"That’s good honey. Get’s you loosened up just right." Rachel pushed Ann back onto the chair and mounted her, high up on her. Brad could see Ann’s pussy wide open, but something was happening above that, something that Rachel was really enjoying and Ann was sort of enjoying. Maybe starting to enjoy a bit more.
"Shit!" A stream of fluid was trickling down between Ann’s lips. "What was that?"
"Why honey, you just squirted. Never did that before?"
"No."
"First time for everything. Now let’s trade places and you’re going to do the same thing to me. Stand up first and we’ll get rid of that little hood. Hey Brad, ever see this?"
"Nope. I’ll have to try that with Jane."
"Just wait sweetie. Just wait. Okay honey." Rachel lay back, spread her legs. "I’m going to pee, just a little, so you can see where it is. Okay, take that little prick of yours and put it right there. How does that feel?"
"Oh my God! That is wild!"
"Okay honey, take your time. Slide it in and out some. That’s it. How does it feel?"
"Like I’m fucking. Like I’m a guy fucking. Ooh, I’m jealous." She started to slam into Rachel.
"Careful."
"Sorry." A few more thrusts and Ann gave a little sigh.
"Enough for now?"
"Guess so."
"The nice thing about not being a guy is that you can just keep going. Okay, let’s do Brad now."
"What? What do you mean do Brad?" That didn’t sound promising. "Do me how?"
"You’ve got a pee hole, sweetie. Here, pee into this glass. See, just like ours except it’s sticking out on the end of that thing. Okay Ann, squeeze a little, see how it opens up. Now it’s just a matter of working your way in."
"This is nuts."
"You’ve never had a catheter?"
"Yeah when I was getting the vasectomy. It just added to the horror of the whole thing."
"Here, let me do it. Maybe open it up a little first." Rachel licked the very tip of Brad’s penis, then got just the tip of her pinky into it. "Okay Brad, we’re going to let you do the work if you can keep it up like that. Ever want to pee on a girl?"
"Maybe."
"Well, stick your cock right here, and pee. That’s right, all the way at the top. Stick it into my clit. Now push. Okay, now who’s fucking who?"
"That is wild. It’s all inside out."
"Like it?"
"Maybe."
"Okay, try it with Ann now. She’s maybe just a tad bigger."
Ann moved into place, and Brad tried to skewer himself on her clit, the way he had with Rachel. Was he fucking her? Was she fucking him? The tip of his penis was glowing, burning, then he quenched it with a flood of semen.
"That was so strange. It was just washing right around me. Okay, I am definitely trying this with Evan. Who knows? Maybe it’s what he’s looking for."
"Hey Sam, what’s up?" Sam had wandered out to the pool, possibly in search of another beer. How long had he been watching them?
"Not much. What the hell is that all about?" He came over to see what Brad and Ann were doing. Brad may have come, but Ann was still into it, pushing herself in further and further. "That hurt?"
"No. Feels strange but it doesn’t hurt."
"Ever done that Sam?" Rachel was tugging down Sam’s shorts. "Want to give it a try?"
"Maybe with Brad at the other end? Wouldn’t that be something else?"
"Like the tranny?" Ann asked.
"Yeah. I sort of got a yearnin’ for it, watching those kids go at it."
"Why didn’t you line up one of them?"
"Too scrawny. Well actually didn’t think about it until they were gone. Ever have that happen? You get an urge for somethin’ and you can’t quite pin down what it is? I was all ready to go out and find me some ladies, but I don’t think that’s what I need to scratch that itch."
Brad was quite visibly not interested. The thought was making him shrivel. "I’m not that in to guys."
"You seemed to like having the guys in you, boy." Sam was rubbing himself into arousal. "What if I were so stick this up your butt?"
"As long as you use a rubber."
"But otherwise it’s fine with you?"
"This week it’s fine."
"He and his wife gave each other the week off," Ann said. "Or something like that."
"But other way around?"
"Maybe he just needs to get warmed up to it," Rachel said. "Brad, you ever try to do deep throat?"
"You mean to me? Jane never could get the hang of it."
"Other way round. Ann, show me what you can do with Sam here." Actually Rachel had seen the photos from the Bayou. Still it was different to see that huge cock vanish within Ann’s mouth, to see her lips on Sam’s balls.
"How’d you learn to do that, honey?"
Of course Ann couldn’t answer, but Sam did for her. "College. Sorority. On dildos. It was part of hazing. Right? Straight out of the ass? The dirtier the better?"
"Okay Brad, you give it a try."
It was one thing to have a cock shoved into your mouth, with your hands tied behind your back so you really had no choice. Another to deliberately put one in.
"Come on, be a sport." That from Ann. She sort of shoved the thing into his mouth. Well at least that saved him from making the decision. Sam was huge. Brad’s teeth were barely past the tip and it was already at the back of his mouth. Thick too. How the hell was Ann getting all that down her throat?
"Just relax," Ann said. He did, and Sam’s belly was coming closer to his nose. Not a lot closer, but enough to know that it was started.
"That’s it," Rachel said, "that’s the hard part. Okay, now run your tongue down the shaft. See what his balls feel like. Now back behind. Don’t you want to know what it would feel like to go in there?"
"Not really." Sam was old. He was fat. Well not all that fat, but not in greatest shape. He was black. Would Brad have been attracted to a black lady that age and that out of shape? There was a lady at church just like that and she was a very nice lady, they were friends, but in terms of fucking her? No. No way.
Ann was kissing down his spine, rubbing her tits on his back, nibbling his butt. Running her tongue around his asshole. Stroking him into arousal. She put a finger from each hand into his asshole, hands on his butt. Sam turned around, on hands and knees, spreading his cheeks, knees slightly apart so that Brad could see everything.
"Come on, Brad, be my dildo." That from Ann as she aimed him towards the target glistening above Sam’s balls.
Okay, just get it over with. He was hard enough to start to get in, hard enough that he could feel the ring of muscle sliding over the tip of his penis. Okay, he was going to close his eyes, pretend it was a girl. Or maybe a very young boy, even scrawnier than the ones tonight, than the volleyball players. So young they had no pubic hair, tiny little pricks not much bigger than a clit. But balls. He reached down to feel Sam’s balls, playing with them. Sam gave a little sigh.
"Come on Brad. Fuck the fucking shit out of him." Ann was pulling him back out, slamming him back in, leaning with all her weight on his butt as she shoved him into Sam’s. Sam was spurting at each thrust, bowels in spasm. Then Rachel was in front of Sam, trying to plug the leak with her clit.
Sam closed his eyes in bliss. And stopped breathing.
"Oh. My. God. Oh My God!" Ann was hysterical. Rachel turned Sam over on his back and started to do CPR. Within a couple minutes his eyes were open once again.
"We should get an ambulance," Brad said.
"He’ll be fine. This isn’t the first time." Once Sam was conscious Rachel had run inside. She came back out with a hypodermic. "Eminase." Another needle. "Nitroglycerin. That’s all they’d do for him in the emergency room. You okay, big boy?"
"Better. Tell you what, if you’re going to go, that’s the way to do it. My mother, she had cancer, spent years and years wasting away. In a nursing home. Rotting away. My dad had a nice clean heart attack. In bed. Not sleeping, if you know what I mean? Not alone. Not with my mom, either, but that’s another story. Everybody at the wake kept saying how happy he looked."
Sam reached for a beer, but Rachel stopped him. "No more booze tonight. No going out on the prowl. Understand?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Do you need some help?" Ann asked.
"Honey, you’re more likely to be a distraction. Sam needs to take the rest of the night off, get some rest. Right Sam? Just watch a ball game or something."
"I’ll see how I feel." Sam went inside.
"So it’s like that?" Ann asked. "Day by day?"
"Day by day, hour by hour. What about you?"
"Brad is holding this huge project together. Hundreds of people. God only knows how much money."
"When I first came down Atlanta I told them pay attention because the company has spent millions of dollars on my education. Now we’re up to tens of millions, maybe hundreds."
"Does he do crazy things?" That was addressed to Ann.
"Like go running naked through the woods to wild lakes? Or cross country ski in the buff?"
"Wasn’t thinking of that. But yeah. What is it about men? Especially the ones we depend on. What makes them do that? You don’t know how many times I’ve been ready to end it all for Sam myself because he is just so … so …."
"At least I’m not married to him. What does your wife think? Does she know you do all that stuff?"
"Running. Swimming. Cross country skiing. It’s what I do for exercise."
"And it doesn’t bother her that you’re on your own? That you’re naked?"
"I don’t know. I wasn’t doing it before we got married. I never went near the woods. What about Sam?"
"Sam had a health scare a few years ago. Now he lives each day like it’s his last. Which it is going to be if he keeps this up."
"Ann likes to go naked also."
"It’s not the same. We go to this beach in New Jersey. It’s very tame. Okay, everyone is naked, but there’s nothing sexual about it."
"Uptight nudists," Brad said. "What a crock. Morally superior nudists because they’re following some set of rules that justifies it to them."
"It’s convenient. It’s legal. It’s safe. There are even a lot of regular beaches the same place so if we tell our parent we’re going there it doesn’t sound strange. I don’t think they know there’s a nude beach there." The elevator came. "I don’t know if we’re ever going to see each other again." She gave Rachel a kiss. "Thanks."
"Thanks yourself. You take care now."
"If you need help tonight ..."
"Thanks honey.
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