AMA: The Boyfriend Ch. 509.5-512 (Patreon)

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Chapter 509.5 (Continued)

“Fuck, you look so cute when he makes you come,” Cassidly cackled. I couldn’t see her, considering I had Terra’s firm ass blocking most of my view, but I could hear my fiancée’s grin as she teased her friend.

“Yeah, well, you’re prettier with his cock in your mouth,” Terra shot back. “So maybe you should get back to sucking.”

“Hah!” Cassidy laughed, then her mouth was back on my cock.

“Ungh,” I grunted as she started sucking hard, stroking the base of my cock with one hand.

“Need some air?” Terra asked me, rubbing my chest with her hands and keeping her pussy a couple of inches from my lips.

“I’m good, honey,” I chuckled, squeezing her waist and then sliding my hands higher up her body to find her cute little nipples and giving them both a squeeze.

“Mmmm,” Terra hummed. “Then can I get some more of that magic tongue of yours?”

I dropped my hands to her hips and pulled her back a bit, dragging my tongue up through her labia. She’d moved forward off of me when she’d had her first orgasm of the evening, and when I licked her now, I could taste the difference since some of her horny juices had oozed out of her tight little hole. Scooping my arms further over her athletic thighs, I got my fingers in front of her pussy and pressed down just above her clit with two of them, and used fingers from my other hand to spread her lips and give me a vulgar amount of access to her with my tongue.

“Oh, tits,” Terra gasped, leaning forward again with the shock of pleasure that shot up through her. She couldn’t pull away, though, with my arms hooked over each leg.

“Sorry, did you want a turn giving head instead of receiving?" Cassidy asked her teasingly. “We could switch places.”

“When I’m- Uugh- After I come again,” Terra grunted.

I smirked to myself and drove the edge of my tongue right up against the side of her little clit hood, making her arms go weak as they braced against my chest again. It didn’t seem like it was going to take long at all for me to be eating Cassidy next.

- - - - -

“OK, I figured this would be kinda kinky, but I didn’t think it would be this hot,” Terra giggled. She was sitting up on her knees and balls of her feet on the bed, thighs spread wide as she was slowly fingering her cute little pussy with one hand and rolling one of her stiff nipples roughly with the other. She was breathing through pursed lips and an open mouth, her pretty eyes taking in every inch of me and Cassidy.

They’d swapped places, and I’d eaten out Cassidy while Terra had gone back to blowing me, and Cass had used that opportunity to give Terra some tricks that she’d picked up along the way. About blowing me in particular, but also from some of the other girls who we’d played with. Then, once Cassidy had a nice little orgasm while I’d been clawing her soft, pale ass cheeks and slurping on her clit, Terra told us she wanted to watch me fuck my fiancée first.

Cass certainly wasn’t going to argue about going first, and I was perfectly happy to put on a show for the petite model.

“God, Tiger,” Cassidy moaned from her back, using her arms braced on the bed to shift her positioning a bit without pulling off my cock. “Fuck, I missed you.”

“Missed you too, baby,” I groaned, pivoting my head to kiss her ankle where it was up near my face. Her other leg was spread out against the mattress, giving me plenty of access to get deep into her while sitting up, and also showing all the action off the Terra. I clapped my hand against her raised thigh, giving it a squeeze, and slid my other hand up her side. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Cass. You drive me fucking crazy.”

I was also getting the show, along with Terra, and I definitely appreciated it. Cassidy raised her arms over her head, stretching lithely as I continued to slowly thrust in and out of her, just getting started. She was smiling happily, eyes closed in concentration as she rode the feeling of my penetration into her hungry pussy. Her breasts were wobbling with our movements, and as she stretched, her ribs showed a little and emphasised her thin, soft figure.

And then there was the view of my actual penetration. Of her flushed, slick labia spread around the shaft of my cock.

I’d had a shocking amount of sex since this whole thing started, with what felt like an utterly absurd number of women. Most of my life, I’d only seen one vagina in person. This one, this perfect home. This intimate, naughty, hot, hungry, lustful world of pleasure. Since then, I’d found love and lust in a variety of others. From thick-lipped to thin, big clits to tiny little nubs. Almost too-tight, too easily welcoming. I hadn’t met one that I didn’t find attractive, and thankfully, I hadn’t tasted one that turned me away from it.

But, if I were forced at gunpoint to draw the perfect pussy, or if I closed my eyes and tried to picture one, it would always be Cassidy’s. Like this, stuffed with my cock.

Maybe there was some influence from the App in there, but I didn’t give a single fuck. She’d broken my heart with the truth, and we’d be working on healing that for a long time even with all her effort, but nothing would ever change the fact that she was the ideal for me that every other sexual partner would be contrasted against.

“What do you think, Cass?” I groaned softly, leaning forward over her a bit, bending her leg hooked up over my shoulder back towards her torso. “Terra wants to fuck, what do you want?”

She blinked her eyes open and then craned her neck back to grin at our little voyeur. “What’s gonna be hotter for you, girl? Watching him do softcore lovemaking that makes me moan and squirm, or pounding the shit out of me?”

“I don’t care,” Terra chuckled breathily, shaking her head. “Maybe, I dunno… go slow, I guess? Fuck. You take him so easily, Cass. I’m kinda jealous how much you two make it look hot and natural.”

Cass winked at her, then looked up at me instead of back at her, giving me a wink. “Love me, Tiger?” she asked sweetly.

I groaned and used a bit more of a hip movement to grind myself into her on the next thrust, then closed the distance between us and kissed her. My free hand raised further, mauling her tit a little, and she groaned happily into my lips at the multiple points of contact.

“Don’t you love the way he grunts?” Cass asked Terra once our kiss had finished. “It’s like I’m getting this primal feedback that I’m doing good.”

Terra snorted and nodded. “All my exes were either totally silent or just awful at dirty talk. And you’re so good at dirty talk too, Tiger.”

I rolled my eyes because Cassidy was giving me a silly grin as we fucked. It was still a little shocking how much she loved hearing what the other women in my life now loved about me.

“Terra, honey,” I growled, sitting up high again and lifting Cass by the hips and ass to raise her up a bit more for a better angle, and she dropped her leg off my shoulder so she could brace both on the bed behind me and start doing some of the fucking motions. “Get that tight little ass of yours over here.”

The blonde licked her lips and stopped rubbing her pussy, knee walking to me, and I scooped one hand behind her and pulled her into a hug against my side. She wrapped her arms around my torso, looking up into my eyes with horny nerves, and I leaned down to kiss her softly. I grunted into the kiss, catching her lip between my teeth and giving her a little nibble before pulling away to kiss her ear.

“I love you, little elf,” I murmured to her. “And I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t help but squirt all over me, and then Cassidy is going to lick it up.”

“Hah!” Cassidy barked a laugh. “Your face! What did he say?”

“Nothing,” Terra mumbled, blushing hard, and then grinned up at me lustily. My hand had landed on her ass and was massaging one of her firm, muscled cheeks, and one finger was tracing down the crack to tease the space of skin right between her ass and pussy. She let out a little squeak and moan at that, her gaze turning into a glare. “Dude,” she said. “Don’t get me too wound up or I’ll try and take over Cass’s turn.”

“Girl,” Cassidy sighed happily. “I’m already fucking fulfilled as fuck, right now. Tap me out whenever you’re-”

Terra patted Cassidy’s thigh firmly. “My turn, then,” she said, biting her lip hard. “Get out of the way.”

That got me and Cass laughing as we tried to disengage.

- - - - -

“And you said I looked hot taking his dick,” Cassidy giggled.

Terra wanted it from behind, so I’d manhandled her down onto her stomach on the bed, and she’d spread her athletic legs for me helpfully, wiggling and flexing her tight, firm ass to tempt and tease me. That position did some fucking amazing things to her always-amazing ass, including deepening the little dimples above it on her lower back, and making it look even more meaty than it usually did. Then I’d climbed on top of her, pressing my chest down against her back and wedging my cock between those perfect ass cheeks as I scooped my arms under her, hugging her and letting her feel my weight against her hot skin. She moaned at that, and bounced her ass up at me as I kissed on her neck and shoulders for a minute.

Then I lost my own patience, and I sat back up and gave her ass a soft smack before dismounting from her and going to the bedside drawer where we were keeping a box of condoms.

Terra and I had gone bareback on the trip. Hell, I went bareback for most of the sex I’d been having lately. Which was, generally, a really stupid idea except for the fact that Cass had the App and had given me perks to account for that. Everyone else I’d been fucking, except for Terra and Tanya, had proclaimed themselves on the pill and safe to have sex with like that. Terra had trusted me to pull out, that first time we’d had sex on the trip. And then on the last night, those five-minute turns during the game had made it unlikely I’d pop.

Cassidy, unsurprisingly, argued against the condoms when she saw what I was doing. Terra said she didn’t mind going bareback with me; she trusted us, my ability to pull out, and it was supposed to be an OK time in her cycle anyway. My argument was that if we started making unprotected sex at home normal, it would continue being normal for us, and that was asking for problems. The look on Cass’s face was incredulous that I would set myself up like this, but I was thinking ahead about avoiding weird questions in the future.

So I put on the condom, Cass helpfully lubed me up, and I remounted Terra and fed the tip of my cock into her tight little hole.

“Fucking Mother of God,” Terra cursed, her teeth gritting together tightly as she held onto my forearm with a white-knuckled grip. She was reaching back to do it, which arched her back and lifted her chest and most of her torso off the bed while pinning her hips down on the sheets. I was pounding into her pussy with hard thrusts, her ass clapping solidly with each impact against my pelvis and thighs. The dollop of lube that Cass had applied to each cheek, and encouraged me to spread around to really make Terra’s ass a shimmering, sexy picture, seemed to add just enough to really make those claps sharper. “Dude, Robbie- Fuck, you’re so fucking deep in my, Tiger. God, are you sure that’s your cock and not a fucking- Uuungh.”

I paused my thrusting with just the tip of my cock teasing her entrance, just wiggling my hips a bit to nudge around her outside, before pushing back in again fully.

Cassidy was at the head of the bed, propped up on the pillows, her knees pulled up and her legs spread lewdly as she was teasing herself with fingers from both hands. Her eyes were dancing all over the both of us, not tunnelling on one particular thing, and it was a strange ego boost in the moment that even with Terra, a brand new and extremely hot partner, in front of her, she was still eyefucking me.

“And you said I take him so easily,” Cassidy smirked at her friend. “Girl, he’s using you like a fucking fleshlight, and you love it.”

“I do,” Terra giggled breathlessly. “Fuck, I love your fat fucking cock, dude. You stretch out my pussy so fucking perfectly, and I’ve been fucking dreaming of that ache you put in me when you stretched out my ass. Fuck, this weekend can’t come soon enough.”

“Fuck,” I grunted, letting go of Terra’s arms. She fell forward onto the bed, and I shifted up over her a little more, speeding up my thrusts as I drove down into her. I braced myself with one hand on the bed next to her, but with the other, I grabbed a messy bundle of her hair and held on, pressing her down against the bed as she let out a whorish moan from deep in her chest and tried to hump her butt up at me on my new rhythm.

“Oh, girl, you’re getting it now,” Cassidy cackled.

- - - - -

“It’s all in the hips, see?” Cassidy grunted through her effort.

“Fuck, Cass,” I growled, giving her ass an upward slap as she was riding my cock. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

“Fuck, you’re right,” Terra said. “That is fucking hot.”

I’d fucked Terra into an orgasm that had her squirming under me, a wash of her girlcum oozing out of her and ruining the sheets. We were both glistening with sweat, along with the slickness of the lube, as I’d pulled out of the petite blonde and she’d grinned sloppily at me, riding the high. Cassidy had scrambled into action, pushing me onto my back, yanking the condom off of me, and mounting me, facing towards me at first so that she could kiss me.

Then she’d decided she wanted to show Terra ‘a move.’ I’d been a little worried that it was going to be some crazy Karma Sutra thing or something, but it was just the way that Cattie did reverse cowgirl with me when she really wanted to give me a visual feast of her ass. Namely, with me positioned with my ass at the edge of the bed so that Cass could back onto me while standing.

The ‘move’ was a workout for her, I knew. Knees bent, legs shoulder-length apart, back arched. It was, in effect, twerking on a cock, but with more bounce in the legs as well to really work my cock while also putting every jiggly inch of ass to use. Even Cass, with her decent but ‘nothing special’ (relatively speaking) ass, was able to put on a show. When Cattie did it, it was pure pornography.

Terra was sitting behind me now, my head in her lap as she ran her fingernails along my scalp, sending little tingles through me as she watched Cassidy’s ‘lesson.’ I could look up at her and see her pretty little tits, and the hungry, gorgeous look on her face as she watched the live sex in front of her, and then she would glance down at me and blush cutely and scrunch up her nose at being caught enraptured by the naughty stuff going on.

“Cass,” I growled. “I’m serious. I’m about to pop.”

“Do it, Tiger,” Cassidy grunted. “I want your love. I want your cum. Fill my pussy, Tiger. God, I’m gonna come as soon as you do.”

“Wait,” Terra said, slipping out from behind me and off the bed. “Hold on, I wanna see something.” She scampered around in front of Cassidy, going down low on her knees. “I always think it’s hot when a porno shows the guy’s cock throbbing as he comes, but that’s not really an angle you get to see in real life.”

Cassidy barked a laugh and adjusted her stance a bit more, giving her curious friend a better view. “Wanna suck on his balls while he comes?” she offered. “He loves that.”

“Maybe next time,” Terra blushed. “That might be a bit close for comfort. I think you fucking him right in front of me is hot, but accidentally catching a noseful of your pussy or something isn’t on my bingo card.”

Cassidy snorted, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Then Cass reached back with one hand, clawing her ass cheek and spreading it a little wider, showing off her butthole and the stretch of her labia more clearly to me. That little thing pushed me over the edge, and I growled deep in my chest, clapping my hands and pulling her down hard onto my cock.

“Fuuuuck, Cassidy,” I exhaled hard as I felt like my entire body clenched and then fired off a hard series of blasts into her.

“Yeeeeaaaah,” Cassidy moaned, circling her hips, stirring my erupting cock inside of her as her knees went weak and she held onto my knees to stay upright.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” Terra mumbled from where I couldn’t see her. Then I felt fingers on my balls, softly massaging them, and that milked a couple of extra grunts from my chest and ropes of cum from deep inside me as my back arched off the bed. “Fuck.”

I think I blacked out for a second, because when I blinked, Cassidy had awkwardly fallen back against me, still being held from slipping down to the floor by my cock. I laughed and grabbed her under her armpits, pulling her up higher onto the bed and off of me.

“Fuck,” she panted, shaking with tingling laughter. “Oh my God, Tiger, you fucking stuffed me.”

“Not done yet,” I growled, getting up to my knees. Terra yelped as I grabbed her, pulling her up onto the bed from where she’d been starting to stand up from the floor, and then started cackling as I tossed her further up the bed and crawled to her.

- - - - -

Terra was clinging to me, her limbs tight as she used both sets to rock up and down on my cock. Her cheek was pressed to my shoulder, her hot breath on my neck, and we’d built up a real sweat that kept things extra slick and her entire torso rubbed against mine. I had one hand under her, on her thigh, giving her some extra support, and the other up in her hair again, holding her to me tightly.

The real effort was that I was fucking her standing up. Or, at the moment, she was doing most of the fucking action as she used her athletic strength to bodily haul herself up and down on my cock with her arms around my shoulders and neck, and her legs around my waist and locked behind my back. I was adding some hip thrusting as well, but she was taking on the lion’s share of the effort at the moment.

“Holy Christ, dude,” she moaned. “Fuck, I love your hands. I love your cock. I fucking love every fucking minute with you.”

“Terra,” I groaned her chosen name. There was a part of me, in the back of my mind, that wanted to moan her real name. Lou-Anne. It was the same urge that had me moan Catherine when I was having sex with Cattie. But where Cattie explicitly liked it when I used her full name like a personal nickname, Terra specifically preferred her chosen name. “Fuck, honey. You’re so fucking mine.”

She whimpered, nodding wordlessly, agreeing wholeheartedly.

We hadn’t figured out when we’d make it ‘official,’ but I wanted it to be soon. I wanted her to be ready, too, and I didn’t want to make it a little thing, so I didn’t blurt it out in the heat of the moment. It just felt like a lie to not put some sort of a label on us, to not claim her and be claimed by her like that.

“God, Terra, your butthole is so fucking cute,” Cassidy chuckled.

“Thanks,” Terra laughed and snorted softly. “I think?”

“I’m just saying, if Robbie says I can, I’d totally shove my tongue up there,” Cassidy grinned.

“Fuck off, dude,” Terra snickered, clearly more amused than concerned in any way.

Then Cassidy ducked low, under Terra, and started kissing my balls.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunted.

“What a whore,” Terra grinned at me. “But then, so am I. Fuck, I’m gonna come on your cock again, dude. I’m gonna come so fucking hard on your thick cock.”

“I’m going to-” I started, feeling myself already starting to get there, and then realising that in the excitement between dumping my first load to Cass and turning my sights back on Terra, we hadn’t replaced the condom.

“Can you hold out?” Terra asked me, starting to smirk impishly. “You’re in me raw again, dude. I’m riding pure cock, and it’s so fucking good, but my little unprotected pussy is just gagging to suck up all your cum. And fucking Mother of God, I wanna feel you fill me up like you creampied Cass. I want you to make me squirt all over her face, since she’s being a little slut down there, and then I want you to pull out of me and your cum can drip down on her forehead as it oozes out and she sucks your cock clean.”

“Um, yes, please?” Cassidy giggled.

“Fuck, little elf,” I growled, both hands going to her ass and starting to really help pump her up and down my shaft. “Fuck, Terra.”

“I’ll risk it, if you want to,” she grinned evilly at me, a dark hunger in her eyes. “I’m so fucking close, dude. I’m so fucking close.”

I kissed her to shut her up, and she started quaking in my grasp as she came, her cunt clenching and her limbs struggling to keep hold of me. She bit my lip, her whimpers high in my ears, cutting through the heavy thumping over my heartbeat.

Pivoting and fully stepping over Cassidy to avoid her, I lifted Terra entirely off my cock and slammed her onto the bed like we were pro wrestlers. I spun her around roughly, pointed my cock down at her pretty little tits as they were shaking with her gasps for breath, and I only had to stroke my cock three times before I started to absolutely erupt. I painted her like a Jackson Pollock, shooting four ropes across her athletic chest, smearing both stiff little nipples, and then angling down further, and three ropes dancing along her pumping abs and stomach, followed by several thick dribbles and splatters.

I fell sideways as my body ran out of steam, crashing onto the bed next to her just as she was starting to really get her breath back and start laughing joyously.

“OK,” Cassidy said as she hovered over us, grinning with horny satisfaction. “That was almost as hot as if you’d come inside her.”

“How do I look?” Terra asked her.

“Hot as fuck,” Cassidy answered. “Want a picture?”

I didn’t hear the answer; the pounding of my heart was still feeling loud in my ears, but Cassidy suddenly had her phone in her hand, and she took a few pictures, then showed Terra, who had stretched out her legs over top of me in a comfortable, intimate pile.

“So, weird question,” Cassidy said while Terra was perusing the pictures of herself covered in my cum. “We’re not doing anything with or to each other, for sure and real and all good. But do you feel any sort of way about me sucking your, y’know, taste off of him?”

“You mean like tasting my pussy by proxy?” Terra chuckled. “No, that’s fine. Taste away, you kinky bisexual bitch.”

“Mmmm,” Cassidy hummed, wiggling her eyebrows playfully at both of us as she leaned over, heading for my cock.

Chapter 510

“You were right, he had more than enough for me,” Terra laughed as we sat down at the breakfast table.

“Told you,” Cassidy grinned over her shoulder, finishing up what she was doing at the stove.

Being woken up with morning sex was, in fact, the best. Being woken up with morning sex and then having a full breakfast made by another beautiful woman wearing nothing but skimpy panties and an apron was somehow even better. I was happily able to say that the first night and morning with Terra moving in had gone swimmingly.

“How the hell do you manage it?” Terra asked me, grinning despite looking like a bit of a wild child after our quick morning romp. Her hair was mussed up, and she was only wearing a short crop top that would have been revealing most other women’s tits if they had even half a cup size larger bust than her, and a pair of tight little panties that hugged her like a second skin and showed off as much ass cheek as a showy bikini bottom, let alone a clear camel toe.

“Manage what?” I asked.

“Um, fucking me like that, and shooting a load so big that I almost gagged on it, after you fucked both of us like you did last night and shot off twice?” Terra asked. “What fuck do you eat? Especially when your cum tastes like that, too?”

“He’s always been like that,” Cassidy said before I could try to come up with an answer, walking over with a frying pan with sausage patties and scrambled eggs with a bit of cheese. She’d already set the kitchen table up, including some fruit and juice, and now she started doling out the meal. “Big ol’ balls, and a sex drive that drives me crazy in the best way. And that includes how he tastes.”

“I wonder if you have high natural testosterone or something,” Terra mused.

“Not sure,” I said, shaking my head and shrugging. Considering Cass had said she’d only bought all the sex-related perks for me right before the trip instead of much earlier, I really wasn’t sure where the line was between ‘Past’ me and ‘Perked Up’ me. Coming twice in a night, relatively close together, wasn’t exactly superhuman levels of magical ability, and Cass and I had managed that plenty of times just the two of us.

On the other hand, I wasn’t exactly thrilled about needing to dodge the question a bit.

“So what’s on the schedule today?” I asked. “Unpacking?”

Terra shook her head, already chewing her first bite of food, and swallowed quickly. “I have errands to run to get everything set up out here. Make sure my banking is all good, file change of address stuff, look into a new State Driver’s License. Car insurance, medical insurance. All that kind of stuff. If I don’t do it now, I’ll push it off for way too long. Sienna’s going to hang out while I do that, and we’ll do some sightseeing at the same time until Cass is done with your lunch with Dayana.”

“Which is going to go fine,” Cassidy said, patting my hand and rubbing it quickly. “She’ll totally be in.”

I sighed and knocked on the wooden table.

“So,” Cassidy said, a teasing grin spreading across her lips. “Are we gonna talk about how you totally have a thing about risky unprotected sex with Robbie, Terra? Or is that bedroom talk only?”

“Oh my God,” Terra laughed, immediately flushing a bright pink as she covered her face with her hands.

I couldn’t help but snort and cover my mouth, trying not to laugh at her reaction, or the grin Cassidy was shooting me.

- - - - -

I had an early call with Ami on my way into work, mostly just a light check-in that helped me feel like I was actually getting my day off to an easy, consistent start instead of being thrown right into things for once. I sat in my car for an extra couple of minutes as we were wrapping up, and she ended up sending me a picture of herself still lying in bed the way she’d been the whole time we’d been talking.

With her ‘big anime titties’ comfortably out.

God, Ami was fucking hot in the most casual, relaxed way.

I also really needed to go and buy that book for our book club idea.

Those weren’t the only tits that got sent to my phone in between leaving home and arriving at work, though. Cassidy had apparently been spreading the love by sharing the link for my latest ‘thirst trap’ videos, and had received return gifts that she forwarded to me and put into the cloud storage.

Madison, from the Gas Bar, had sent a picture of herself wearing tight little booty shorts and hiking boots, out in the desert somewhere around Lake Powell on a hike. Her tank top was pulled up, showing off her cute, smaller tits under the blazing sun as she stuck out her tongue at her phone camera playfully. And Tanya, looking like she’d just gotten off a late shift as her alter ego Trixie, sent a picture of herself in her truck, one large tit out of her top as she sucked on her own nipple and stared straight sex through the screen.

And Cass wasn’t the only one sharing, too. Wanda forwarded me Alannis’s reaction. It wasn’t a nude, but the cute bartender was wearing a thin little sling bra that did nothing to disguise her nipple bumps or the distinct outline of nipple piercings, and she was playfully fanning herself like she was all hot and bothered.

Wanda thought it was hilarious that her new friend and doggy-play-date partner in crime had a casual thing for me. I was just glad for the sake of the world that Alannis had only made a casual pass at me and wasn’t throwing herself at me.

Sending back compliments, along with more good-morning texts to the rest of my girlfriends, I headed into the Vaso and put off heading up to my office by making my way into the back halls behind the restaurants. Dayana wasn’t in her office when I got there, so I shot her a text to see if she was busy or could touch base quickly, and she just sent me back a ‘2,’ so I decided to wait.

Two minutes later, she came stalking down the corridor, travel coffee mug firmly in hand and grimacing slightly.

“Everything alright?” I asked immediately.

“Fine,” she scoffed, then paused in front of me to let out a little, harsh breath. “It’s fine,” she said more evenly. “Just-” She shook her head and keyed open her door, nodding me in. Then she shut it, and we both sat down at her desk in our usual spots.

“Anything I can do?” I asked.

“I just had to fire one of the room service runners,” Dayana said, shaking her head again. “He was bringing up a breakfast spread that could have served eight to a certain suite, and a guest called down a complaint about him. That fucking big titty Russian nudist was giving him a blowjob for a tip while he was standing in the doorway of their suite.”

I blinked and could feel my jaw hanging open slightly. “Like…”

“Like pants around ankles, ass hanging out in the hallway, and the slut naked on her knees, slobbing on his knob,” Dayana said. “¿Qué clase de idiota simplón no cierra al menos la puerta?”

“I don’t know,” I groaned. She was right - the guy could have at least closed the door.

“What a fucking morning,” Dayana scoffed. “Esas zorras van a ser la muerte de nosotras.” Then she shook her head again and took a breath before focusing on me. “I heard Sienna Siers was eating breakfast over at the Khoshamzeh,” she said. “You weren’t having wild sex with your latest conquest last night?”

“No, I wasn’t,” I smirked, knowing she was testing me a little with that tease. “Sienna actually surprised me yesterday and went over and helped Cassidy and Terra with unloading their U-Haul and organising stuff at my place. Then she hung out with Terra while Cass and I went to therapy, and excused herself when we got back to give the three of us time together after their whole trip and everything.”

Dayana pursed her lips in thought. “Oh,” she said. “That’s…”

“Decent of her?” I filled in.

“Way more than I- I’m not being fair,” the Venezuelan sighed. “And I also feel bad that I didn’t offer to go help.”

“You were working,” I shook my head. “Cass knows that.”

“Still, I should have… I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Alright, no more comments about Sienna Siers. What’s up? Cassidy isn’t backing out of lunch, is she?”

“No, no,” I said. “She’s looking forward to it. I am, too.” The look in Dayana’s eyes said she was more than ready to get the conversation over with as well so we could all move forward, however that forward looked. “I needed to touch base quickly on the… hiring thing.”

“Oh,” Dayana said. “You mean Jay.”

“I do,” I nodded. “I need your thoughts, now that you’ve had a minute to think about it.”

Dayana closed her eyes, and I could see her eyeballs darting back and forth behind her lids as she considered and weighed what she was going to say. She finally opened them and shrugged. “You need to make that decision without my input,” she said.

“Right,” I frowned.

“I think, on paper, her resume is very strong,” Dayana said, picking her words carefully. “And she fulfils the minimum qualifications for the position. That’s all I’ll say.”

We locked eyes for a long half minute, trying to read each other’s minds. She knew that I already knew that she and the ‘Japalombian’ cutie had hooked up two nights ago after the Strip Poker party. Why was she suddenly being so cagey about giving me a straight answer after we’d already opened up the idea yesterday?

“OK,” I finally said, not getting the telepathic answer I was looking for.

“Anything else, or see you at lunch?” Dayana asked.

“Lunch,” I nodded, standing and heading for the door. I stopped with my hand on the handle, but not opening it yet. “Love you, Dayana.”

She broke into a soft smile, and she let out a calm breath and nod. “Love you too, Robbie,” she agreed with me.

Soon, soon, we’d be able to dig into whether we meant that romantically or not.

Chapter 511

“No,” Tracy said. “No way.”

I grunted softly and shook my head as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Trace,” I said. “Is that a ‘no, it’s not possible for logistical reasons,’ or-”

“It’s a big fat no because the Gallery is under my purview and you’re asking me to blindly let you do whatever you want with it,” she said. “I don’t go doing that with the ballrooms, do I?”

“You don’t,” I agreed. “But-”

“No buts, Robbie,” Tracy said, waving around the big Gallery space. She’d just finished a guided tour for one of the high roller groups that had come into town for the weekend, which was one of her unofficial duties as the ‘Gallery Director,’ and I’d come down to meet with her. “Either I know what’s going on, or it’s a no.”

“Believe me, you don’t want to know,” I sighed.

“Which makes me say no even harder,” she shot back.

I grunted and wiped my face with both hands, weighing my options.

“What if anything and everything of any value gets moved out of here for safekeeping?” I asked.

She gave me a look like I was insane. “Then what would be the point of doing whatever you want to do up here?”

“Because we need the space, not the Gallery,” I reasoned.

“Then what’s wrong with the ballrooms?”

I grunted again in frustration, shaking my head, and then sighed. “How much do you know about the Angeloff situation?” I asked.

“Ash is on a tear about his budget,” she said. “And Dayana is pissed off because of something that happened this morning. Why?”

“Remember last week when Doug said our direct orders were to facilitate anything she wanted?”

Now Tracy narrowed her eyes. “Does this have to do with whatever shit you pulled on Tuesday night? Because people are talking, but it’s all rumours.”

“It does,” I said, giving her a pointed look.

She just stared back at me.

“It’s bad,” I said.

“Like, how bad?” she asked.

I drew in a long breath and let it out. I liked Tracy. Of my direct coworkers in Event Management, she sat highest in my esteem as someone highly capable, mature and trustworthy. Not that I didn’t trust Walt with most things, but the difference between most and all was significant.

“You remember when you booked that performance art group, and we found out that they were planning a demonstration about women’s education in Islamic nations?”

Tracy slowly blinked as she stared at me. We’d been really fucking lucky that we’d found out that group’s plans before they put them into action. It would have broken their contract with the Vaso, and probably gotten their company sued into oblivion, but the blowback on Tracy, even though she’d done all her proper due diligence, would have been massive. We’d cancelled the contract and had them ejected from the building before they could start, and then had to trespass them from the premises because they were going to try to do it outside in the parking lot.

“That bad?” she finally asked.

“Less public engagement, but likely hitting even closer to home,” I said.

She slowly shook her head, trying to comprehend what I was saying.

“Think about the rumours you’ve probably been hearing about the Angeloff guests,” I said slowly. “And then assume all of them are true. And what sort of private event they might want to host.”

Tracy blinked slowly again, and I could tell she wasn’t running through the rumours so much as she was running through problem-solving elements. She knew I didn’t want to be doing this. And there had to be an out. It’s what I’d assumed. And Dayana. And Ash.

We hadn’t found one.

“What about budget approval?” she asked, skirting the answer and going straight for the fix.

“We’re putting together a list, but that would require a level of questioning and not just approval,” I said. “And if questions get asked…’

“Jesus,” Tracy muttered. “Jesus Fuck, Robbie.”

“I know,” I said. “We all know.”

“And she…?”

I nodded.

It wasn’t like we could be heard by the security cameras in the Gallery; they weren’t like the ones all over the Casino pit, and no one was around to overhear us. We still didn’t want to say it, though. Not in an open space like the Gallery.

“What makes it better for you to do that shit over here, instead of-” Tracy started, but her mind was already working. “Oh. Separation from other events.”

“And it’s still licensed,” I nodded.

Tracy turned and paced away, all the way down the length of the Gallery, and then all the way back. Then she slapped my shoulder firmly. “Asshole,” she cursed.

“I’m trying to keep the circle small,” I explained. “Doug doesn’t know.”

“Yeah, no shit,” she said. “I’m sure he doesn’t want to know. Why didn’t you just throw it right back at him, though? Make him deal with it?”

Now it was my turn to blink. Why didn’t I just hand it right up to him, right at the start? That first time that Ada had brought me the initial ask, I should have brought it right to Doug’s desk and dropped it on him. Why had I wanted to give him plausible deniability on this?

“Because I was already dealing with two other things with him,” I said, shaking my head. “And I was trying to work with him instead of slapping him with it.”

“So you’re not trying to work with him now?” Tracy asked.

I blew out a breath.

“What the fuck aren’t you telling me, other than the obvious?” Tracy asked.

Shaking my head, I bit the inside of my cheek for a moment and made a snap decision. Tracy loved her job as the Gallery Director. I was banking on that.

“There’s going to be some… shifting, upstairs,” I said, gesturing above us. “Pretty high upstairs. And that’s going to be a domino effect. But Doug’s being a dick about it.”

Tracy narrowed her eyes again, then sighed. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get a coffee.”

Chapter 512

“I’m more concerned with how you are today, Catherine,” I said, slowly pacing along the outer wall of the pool area. It was around 11 AM, and I was staring down a pretty heavy afternoon of work up in my office after doing a bunch of running around all morning. Even with the pressures of work and all the shit going on, I’d purposed myself to carve out time to check in with Cattie.

It was getting to be another hot summer day, and the pool was already a bustling spot. Thursdays weren’t busy like a weekend, but with this sort of heat, people naturally gravitated down to be near the promise of cool water. Almost all of the seating was taken, and while the pool itself wasn’t jam-packed, no one would be swimming laps. And the two outdoor bars were doing a bustling business.

“We can be mutually concerned for each other,” Cattie chuckled. She was at home, alone, and I hated that for her. Even with the promise of Becca and Wanda heading there for the weekend.

“No,” I said, shaking my head even though she couldn’t see me. “Not today, baby. My stuff is nervous-happy, you’re dealing with way heavier shit.”

“I’ll be fine,” she insisted.

We went back and forth on that for a solid few minutes as she minimised what the release of everything online was going to be like for her, and I tried my best to be supportive without letting her pretend everything was totally fine.

“Catherine,” I finally said, wandering into the far back corner of the pool area, away from anyone else. “As your Master, I’m ordering you to be truthful. What can I do for you today?”

That caught her off guard.

“I-” she stuttered. “Um-”

“I love you, Catherine,” I sighed heavily. “I love you so fucking much. You’re everything to me, and to Cassidy. You need to let us love you like you love us.”

“Tell me I’m yours?” she whispered. “That’s all I need, Master. I just need you.”

I cleared my throat, almost choking up at the soft little note of desperation in her voice.

“Catherine Worndorf, you are my beloved submissive slave, my amazing girlfriend, my utterly mindblowing sexual partner, and an amazing, beautiful friend. You’re mine, and no one will ever take that away. And I’m yours.”

There was a long, thick moment of silence between us other than her deep breathing. Then she finally cleared her throat.

“I love you so fucking much, Robbie,” she said.

“I know, baby,” I said.

“Thank you for letting me be who I am,” she said.

“Always,” I promised.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” she asked. “Or getting ready for the big Dayana talk?”

“I should be, but I didn’t like the idea of you alone today,” I said. “Or any day, but especially today.”

She sighed softly, and I got the feeling that she wished I didn’t know about the Heather stuff. And I hated that she wanted to try to keep it away from bothering or influencing me, when all I wanted to do was help her with it. But then, that was maybe karma, or irony, considering I couldn’t tell her about the weirdest stuff going on with the App.

“Are you nervous?” she asked, avoiding backtracking the conversation.

I chuckled once. “Is the sky blue?”

“I dunno, how overcast is it there?” she asked, a smile in her tone.

“Harrdy-harr,” I snorted. “Yes, obviously, baby. I’m nervous as hell.”

“Not because you worried about the results,” she guessed.

“Not really,” I agreed.

“Robbie, you do realise it’s kind of ridiculously cute that you’re freaking out about maybe having sex with Dayana, right?” Cattie chuckled warmly. “I mean, you didn’t have these kinds of nerves before we had sex the first time, and that was way more complicated.”

“I also had the benefit of liquid stupidity,” I pointed out. “And Heather got me pretty heated at her, so the complications felt a lot less like obstacles to show you how much I wanted and loved you the way you deserve.”

“So go take a shot,” Cattie said. “You’re in Vegas, there’s a bar open somewhere.”

“There’s a bar open about twenty steps away from me,” I laughed. “But I’m working. And I’d rather have this conversation sober.”

“You and your adult job,” she teased.

“I know,” I smirked. “Such a bore.”

“Well, what about thinking about other stuff?” she suggested. “How was reconnecting with Cass? And how did things go with Terra?”

I had to clear my throat as a dozen little mental images of what we’d done last night and that morning flitted through my head. “It’s been, um- They’re good. Both of them. Really good.”

Cattie started snickering.

She didn’t press me for details, and after promising that we’d have another phone call later to check in - both on her and how I felt after lunch - we ended the call. I considered just pushing right through into another one; Leia and Zenya were at the top of my list right now, since they were both wrapped up in The Plan, and it was going to directly impact them that evening and moving forward. 

I only had about thirty minutes before Cass would show up, though, and I really did have a lot of shit to get done today still. So I pocketed my phone, rolled my neck to the side to stretch what felt like a growing tension there, and then turned to weave my way back through the crowds of scantily-clad pool enjoyers.

“Good morning, Robbie.”

I managed not to grunt as I was stopped just a few steps later by two particularly scantily-clad women. Ada was wearing a white bikini with an elastic bandeau top that was tight enough I could see the stretch between her fantastic tits, and reducing her nipple bumps to dull roars by sheer force of tension instead of weight. The bottoms were low slung, covering her mound and little else, and highlighted her fit, mature figure with her tanned complexion after the last week of sunning herself in the Vegas heat.

Luna was with her, dark hair up in an artful ponytail, and if Ada’s bikini was pushing up against the edge of what I’d expect to see at the poolside of the Vaso, Luna was what I’d expect to see during Spring Break party weeks. She was wearing a bright, vibrant green micro sling bikini. The elastic bands were barely an inch and a half thick and were unable to hide her entire areolas, and I had to assume that she had some sort of tape holding them in place because her perfect breasts were being lifted and held in place by the tight elastic. The front fed down to her crotch, and it was a wonder that she didn’t have her entire set of labia on open display with how much the garment wanted to wedgie up inside her. I could only imagine what the back looked like.

“Good morning, ladies,” I said, doing my best to keep my eyes up, my smile generic, and my tone neutral. “Lovely day for it. Don’t forget to put on sunscreen; we wouldn’t want you getting burned.”

“Very kind of you to remind us, darling,” Ada said warmly, catching my arm at the elbow before I could slip away cleanly. “Would you like to join us? Maybe help us apply our suntan lotion?”

“We could put some on you, as well,” Luna offered, blushing a little without raising her eyes from their submissive, downcast angle.

My penis had very different thoughts than the rest of me. Thankfully, my penis was not in charge.

“I’m sure that you two can manage without me,” I said with my customer service smile. “Unfortunately, I am quite busy today.”

“That’s too bad,” Ada smiled, squeezing my bicep familiarly before letting go of my arm. “I’m sure we’ll see you after your dinner with Vera. Maybe we can revisit the idea then.”

“Mm,” I hummed, giving her a noncommittal nod and forcing my smile to be a little warmer. “Have a good morning, ladies.”

They both murmured some sort of goodbye, but I didn’t hear properly because I was walking away quickly.