The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It had taken eight long too-short days of insane debauchery, but Reika was finally feeling like she belonged. They were ing into Arkansas, this had been the only time she had left Oklahoma by the road. She’d gone by plane to Japan when she was six and to Disney World when she was eleven, but otherwise she’d played close to home.

The thought of a cross-country road trip with her family, let alone hauling a camper in a pickup truck, had been outside of her imagination.

Now, she had girlfriends who really wanted the best for her and would kiss her boo-boos and make her feel better.

“Oh god!” she groaned as Casey pulled Reika’s asscheeks opened and swirled an agile tongue around the butthole. “Oh sweet god.”

Her forehead was pressed down into Hale’s thigh, his saliva-wet spent cock clinging by adhesive force to her lower lip. Her right leg shook and kicked.

All five girls rode inside Betty’s cab. After about twenty-four hours of playing with their new toy, it had become a “just for when we’re parked” destination. Hale all but always drove Betty, and fitting six girls and five stuffies in the cab worked.

“Shit! Baby! Fuck!” Reika squealed. Casey had started fingering the Japanese teen’s pussy as she rimmed the asshole. Reika was an expressive cummer, not as much vocally as the other girls, but her body was quakes and tremors.

“I’m thinking we head up Highway 65 out of Conway,” Alicia was saying, stretched out across Ivy and Dakota in the backseat making Reika’s Ryuko swordfight against Ranger. “We loop through Heber Springs and hit up the Red Rock Roadhouse.”

“What?” Dakota asked why.

“My god! Oh shit!” Reika gasped. She cooed when Hale began petting her hair with her left hand.

“I’ve got family in Heber Springs,” Alicia said. “Wanna show off my man and my new friends. Plus, they own the Roadhouse and I bet I can score us at least a free round.”

“Casey! Don’t stop! A little faster!”

“Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!” Ivy stopped chanting when Alicia stuck a toe in her mouth. Alicia moaned giddily.

“Here,” Alicia said, handing her phone to Dakota.

“We’re going to miss out on Little Rock,” Dakota said.

“Whoop-de-shit,” Alicia scoffed. “It’s summer, we got clear skies and warm sun. Let’s find some lakes, nature, and country bars. Like god intended.”

“God! God!” Reika started squealing.

“See, she backs the plan,” Alicia said.

“We’ve been doing a lot of hanging out in cities and fucking,” Hale said. “Casey and I packed tents and the rest when we set out. We’ve never got to do that so much yet.”

“Oh! Casey! Ca~asey!” The next scream out of Reika was confused and not the same was the others hand been.

A cool silver ring rolled out of Hale’s hand down her neck, off her shoulderblade and bounced down to the floor.

“Well fuck,” Hale said, laughing. “Throw Reika in the back and find that, Casey.”

Every girl but Casey screamed next as Casey pitched Reika with a hard shove and a giggle.

Terry laid in bed, seething at his wife. Linda had abandoned their quest to slap some sense into their son and return the inheritance he didn’t deserve! Soren was no help, Terry had long since called in all of his favors on that front anyways. All he knew was that Hale was driving East and clearly he was in command of the Draupnir.

He didn’t know what he was doing!

It wasn’t enough to get some pretty sluts. A real master of the ring would be calculating, finding the right heiresses or political wives to actually build something.

He was a teenager! Such power couldn’t be trusted in such hands. It definitely couldn’t be respected.

Terry looked at the map on his tablet. He had flagged everywhere Hale had stopped. He was taking the I40. It was imperative to find him in the next couple of weeks.

“Little Rock,” he decided.

Sighing, he called Linda again.

She’d be such a better wife if he had a ring on her.

After they talked, he failed to sleep for badly he was steaming. No, Linda would never deserve a ring.

Hale caught Casey’s hands as she jumped out of Betty’s cab and he swung her until her flip-flops landed on the ground.

“Ring?” he asked.

She patted the fanny pack she was wearing over her bikini bottoms.

“Good,” he swatted her ass and turned to catch a giggling Reika. He looked at the three girls waiting to get out of the back seat. “You all have working legs.”

“Catch me! Catch me! Daddy!” Ivy said.

“What she said,” Dakota said, voice raspy as she blushed.

He slammed the front door and opened the back. The ground was soft from yesterday’s rain, but there wasn’t a puddle to dodge for them like there had been for Casey and Reika.

He swatted and grabbed every ass as he dropped them down on the ground. The sun set was quickly shifting from orange to purple to black. He and Casey went to set up the tent. Dakota and Reika went to the camper to run the stove. Alicia and Ivy had little to do chores-wise and went down to the lakeside to wade their feet.

“No one else but us,” Alicia said, happily.

“Yeah, we’ll find a blonde soon though,” Ivy promised her.

“How many girls is too many?” Alicia asked.

“One more than the number of rings,” Ivy answered.

“I guess that’s right,” Alicia said. She reached up and untied her bikini top. She whistled loudly as she raised her arm and flew her battle flag.

“Everywhere we go,” Hale said, hammering in the last tent stake. The pop-up tent was much quicker to go up than come back down, “We can always make our fun.”

“Is anyone around?” Casey shouted over to the girls at the water.

“Coast is clear,” Ivy said, bikini top in hand.

“C’mon, let’s work up an appetite while the nerds cook!” Alicia said.

“I’ll go leave the ring with Dakota,” Casey said, kissing Hale under the ear. “You go bounce those big titties.”

Hale grabbed Casey and dipped her low before slamming her with a big kiss. Ivy whistled, four fingers in her mouth. Alicia tapped her foot impatiently.

“Oh, stop being a brat,” Ivy said, grabbing Alicia’s big breasts from behind.

“Do you know how long it’s been since he fucked me?! Twenty-four hours!”

“Hale! She’s going into withdrawal!” Ivy shouted, panicked. “She needs an injection! STAT!”

“Did you have to shout in my ear?”

“Yes,” Ivy said, aggressively playing with Alicia’s tits. They were both grinning. Hale was racing over to them in just his trunks and sneakers. He lunged, tackling Alicia around the belly, rolling her out of Ivy’s grasp and splashing into the knee-deep lakewater.

Alicia was kicking and laughing. She cried out in joy when he ran his hand up and under her bikini bottom. Ivy threw herself at Alicia and Hale sending them crashing deeper into the lake. The lake dropped off quickly and less than two more paces out they were deep enough that Alicia’s huge breasts were beginning to float. Or they would, if Hale and Ivy hadn’t flipped her upside down, her hair sweeping the lakebottom, as they pulled off her bottoms and tossed them back to shore.

Alicia twisted, kicked, and suppressed the urge to panic. She cartwheeled out of grip and splashed out of the water. Her brown hair whipping high over head, releasing a huge wave of mist and causing a little rainbow to those not watching her big breasts splash free of the water.

Ivy had jumped and wrapped her thighs around Hale’s waist, ri and burying his face into her tits. She looked over her shoulder. She smiled at Alicia: “If you want his cock, it’s under my ass.”

Hale’s finger slipped into Ivy’s asshole as Alicia dove underwater to remove Hale’s trunks.

“Eat up!” Ivy squealed when Hale bit her nipple.

“Ooh!” Alicia glugged out bubbles. She grinned as a big penis came free, bobbing under the clenched curve of Ivy’s ass. Alicia twisted, bending herself until her ass pressed up and into Ivy’s, she backed up, reaching under and between her legs to grab Hale’s shaft and guide him into her needy tunnel.

Alicia’s head broke the surface, gasping for air. She was bent perpendicular, only able to breathe when she arched her back to its limit. Her hair spread across the surface of the water like a brown halo.

She grabbed her own knees, thrusting her hips backwards. Ivy’s weight on her ass, Hale’s heat in her pussy. She’d have been struggling to breathe even if she wasn’t risking mouthfuls of lake water.

Ivy giggled, grinding her crotch on Hale’s abs as he had handfuls of Alicia’s wide hips. He was really giving it to her. Ivy reached back, grabbing a fistful of Alicia’s hair and yanking. She easily pulled her gasping, gurgling mouth and nose out of the water.

“Th-thank you!” Alicia howled.

Ivy grinned and held the breathy brunette’s head up by her hair, slinging her arm across the back of Hale’s head. She was attempting to drown him in tit. He seemed happy to let that be the way he went out. She grinned and moaned.

“You gonna cum? It’s been 24 hours, you must be so hard up for dick you’re madder than a March hare,” Ivy taunted.

Alicia made a sound that was half-affirmative, half-wet choke.

“Fuck her harder, Hale,” Ivy whispered in his ear. “She’s already breathed her fair share today.”

Alicia twisted her pelvis and sloshed more water. Her toes curled in her flip-flops. Her tongue was stiff and dangling, water droplets stuck to her lips as Ivy gave her hair another jerky yank upwards.

“Oh god!” she shouted, cumming with her eyes rolling back, her muscles straining and her heart beating so hard she almost wished it would just stop rather than shatter her ribs from the inside.

Hale grunted around Ivy’s tits. His fingers squeezed tighter into Alicia’s skin. The water rippled out from their motion, the entire once-placid lake buying into the energy of the fuck.

“I know that look!” Ivy said, giggling as she swept Hale’s hair back under her fingers. “C’mon baby. Spray the big bad Texan slut full of spermies.”

“Buh-bitch!” Alicia gasped, strangled. She fully arched her back and popped her eyes open, she saw stars and black as Hale ground his hips against her ass with his last strokes. She shuddered as his cum ed the lake.

Alicia groaned and fell forward off of Hale’s cock and into the lake. Ivy’s ass, once resting on Alicia’s ass dropped like a bomb. She had eased her leg grip on Hale’s ass and fell explosively into the water.

“Soup’s on!” Dakota called with a whistle. “Do they need a lifeguard?”

“They should be fine,” Hale said, with a flick of his eyes. He walked out of the lake, Dakota grinning as his cock broke the surface and he headed towards her.

“Uh, I better check on them anyways,” Dakota said, licking her fingers and slapping Hale’s dick before heading out to the water.

“Did you get any sleep?” Casey found Hale sitting at the lakeshore at sunrise.

“A few hours,” he said. She sat down on his left, she leaned her head so it rested on his shoulder. He squeezed her thigh. “We’ll need to hit a diner with coffee.”

“There’s nothing saying we have to get going first thing,” Casey said. “Why not take another of couple of hours. I can force a ‘just cuddling’ order.”

“How about you?” he asked.

“Did I get any sleep?” she asked. “Yeah, six or seven hours. But I think we all appreciate it a little when someone needs to tag out for a few hours.”

“Except for me.”

“You never try to,” she said. “You just keep going.”

He ran his ring up his dick, hardening it.

“Can’t ignore magic,” he said, smirking. She didn’t move from the warm cuddle on his shoulder.

“No, you really can’t.”

The voice pulled their attention up the lakeshore. There was one coyote looking over three smaller pups as they slaked their first.

“Wake everyone up,” Hale said. “We’re getting on the road.”

“Already on it,” Casey said.

She nuzzled and kissed him before popping up to her feet and shouting at the tent. “Up and at ’em ladies!”

“Hey Maman!” Dominique pulled off her work clothes the moment she stepped into her mother’s trailer home. She tossed it, her apron, and her hair clip on a pile of old magazines. Her boots clicked on the fake wood floors. “Maman!”

“What?” Jeanne called from the couch.

“You’re not in the shower, good,” Dominique tossed her bra on the kitchen counter and headed down to the bathroom. She opened the door.

“You got plans for tonight, cherie?”

“Working a shift at the roadhouse,” she said. “You?”

“One of these nights they’re going to ask for your ID,” Jeanne said.

“Even when they do, they just make sure I’m over 18,” Dominique said. She ignored whatever Jeanne called next, she kicked off her sneakers, stepped on the heel of her sock even as she pushed her shorts down. She picked the thong out of her ass before leaving it on the pile. She got in the shower just as her mother walked in to the toilet.

“Merde... I swear it was easier sharing a bathroom with sixteen girls at college,” Dominique muttered.

“I grabbed thirty dollars out of your tips for gas,” Jeanne said.

“I already filled the car,” Dominique said. She sighed. She finished the pre-dental part of college. 4 more years and she would be able to handle her mother better.

“You gonna out with girlfriends?” Jeanne asked. “I don’t like when you go alone.”

“I don’t like when you pull money out of my apron before asking,” Dominique said, turning up the heat.

“You’re a good kid,” Jeanne said. “Smart. Be smart tonight as well. I didn’t want to freeze you, so flush for me when you’re done, petite.”

Just for that, Dominique swore to herself she was going to be as dumb as possible tonight.

“It’s a strip club?” Reika said, sitting up on her knees and looking over Alicia’s shoulder to the sign advertising the Red Rock Roadhouse.

“They have topless bartenders,” Alicia said. “No dancers. Apparently the paperwork you had to swim through wasn’t worth it when they set up, and they just kept it going.”

“Seems pretty dead,” Hale said.

“It’s four in the afternoon,” Alicia said. “C’mon, park and I’ll introduce you to my cousins.”

“Did you text them, let them know we were coming?” Dakota asked from cuddle. She had the knack for getting the coveted seat. If Hale hadn’t told her to let the other girls get it sometimes, she’d probably always have it.

“No, where’s the fun in that?” Alicia laughed. “Over here, so your trailer’s not in the way.”

Hale followed her finger and moved to park Betty and the trailer. A bouncer in a loose tank top and military pants was walking over. He was at least six inches taller than Hale. Ivy waved, hopping out first.

“You girls working? Because it’s one thing to get cabbed to the motel up the road and it’s another to have beds out in the lot.”

“Yep! That’s us, hookers,” Ivy said. Casey slapped her in the back of the head with Ranger.

“Hey,” Alicia said, standing out the enger side door and leaning over the roof. “Billy and Dave in?”

“David’s up in the office,” the bouncer said. “Seriously though—”

“No, it’s cool. He used to babysit me,” Alicia said. “Park it up and c’mon.”

The bouncer scratched his bald head. He looked at Hale. “You’re not their pimp?”

“They’re not for hire,” Hale answered. He smirked. “I’m their security.”

“Good, I guess...” the bouncer said, looking him up and down with dismissal.

“Hey, nice tattoo,” Casey said, pointing to the army ink on the bouncer’s shoulder. She waved Hale over. “That your dad’s unit?”

Hale tilted his head. “No.”

“Who’s your dad?” the bouncer asked.

“Staff Sergeant Richard Valmont,” Hale said.

The bouncer frowned. “Not the same unit, but he was there for our basic. He taught you how to fight?”

“Best he could,” Hale said.

“Right,” the bouncer said. “I guess follow the one who clearly knows where she’s going.”

“Hurry up guys!” Alicia shouted, opening the door and entering the Roadhouse.

“Thanks. Hale,” Hale extended a hand.

“Darryl,” Darryl grabbed Hale’s and and proved he had a stronger grip. Didn’t feel as special when Hale took off after his five girls. They didn’t feel like hookers. They felt like adventurers.

The Red Rock Roadhouse was an expansive night club, the left half was more tavern the right half more strip club. There were two bars, but the one by the raised dance floor was unattended. Alicia had made a beeline for it, jumping knees down atop the stool and leaning over the bar with her ass wiggling back at Hale and the girls.

Arleen, an attractive woman in her mid-thirties, flicked a head full of bottle-blonde hair and looked over her shoulder from the shelf she was stocking. She was dressed in a leather miniskirt and pink bikini top.

“Help you, sweetness?” she offered to Alicia.

“Dave and Billy? They around?”

“David and William?” Arleen said.

“Well lah-dee-dah!” Alicia laughed. “Back in the office?”

Alicia pointed to the red door.

“David is, but—”

Alicia hopped off the stool and grabbed Hale’s wrist. “C’mon, you girls might want to get started.” She gestured to Arleen.

“Get started?” Reika asked.

“Drinking!” Ivy said, slapping Reika’s ass. “C’mon, I’ll get you started on something tasty.”

Reika blushed, having heard those exact words two nights ago.

“You girls dancing tonight?” Arleen asked.

“Hell yeah!” Ivy said.

“I think she means strippin’,” Alicia called back.

“That too, but not for money and not for anyone but Hale.” Ivy blew a kiss after Alicia and Hale. He shook his head, dragged through the swinging doors, by the cleaning station, and straight into the office without a knock.

“’Scuse you!” An accented voice snarled at Alicia. That voice came from a tall small-chested dirty blonde in Daisy Duke cut-offs and a loose wife-beater tank top. She put her hand on her hip and glared.

“’licia! Dad said you might be coming out this way!” Hale couldn’t see the family resemblance between David and Alicia. Alicia was a tan outdoorsy rough-and-tumble brunette. David was a tall skinny carrot topped sloucher. Alicia couidn’t even see David.

“David?”

“Family from out of state,” he said. “Sorry, ’Nique, if you want to make more money bartend with your tits out, not just in the bikini.”

She left in a huff. Alicia followed her path out of the office, hanging on the doorjamb as Dominique wiggled to the back rooms.

“Oh! She’s cute and blonde!” Alicia said, grabbing Hale’s shirt and practically glowing as she stared him in the eyes. “Right? Right?!”

“A bit of a handful,” David said.

“Comes with the territory,” Hale said. “Alicia, you were going to introduce me to your cousin.”

“Oh, that’s Dave.” A waving point was all he got. Alicia was looking around the corner. Where’d she go?”

“Leave her be until she clocks in,” Dave said. “She only gets a few moments to herself with her mother. Why’re you guys here?”

“Drink, dancing, and debauchery,” Alicia said. “This is Hale by the way. He’s my boyfriend. C’mon, I want to introduce you to our girlfriends!”

“What?” Dave frowned “Has she hit herself on the head?”

“We use a padded headboard,” Hale quipped. Dave tossed his arm around Alicia.

“Careful how you talk about family,” Dave said.

Hale nodded. Now he could see some of the resemblance.

Word got around that there were new gorgeous girls at The Red Rock Roadhouse. The local girls were doing such good money because the new bitches were snobs. There was that kinda handsome boyish kid with the nice hair. And they all loved him.

Dominique didn’t get it. But by the number of drinks the girls had been bought, without pretending to lead anyone, was racking up tips like it was Valentine’s Day.

Not that Dominique got to work their busiest day of the year, college kid. She only did the job over the summer, even with the tourists, it was good money not great money.

“He~ey! Hey! Hey!” The cute Japanese girl, Reika, was slurring her speech. “I like you. You’re pretty and you give me tasty things.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dominique said. “On Hale’s tab or is some new guy trying to get in your pants?”

“They were hitting on me?!” Japanese girl’s eyes went wide. She broke out into giggles. “Like, oh my god! I’m popular! They buy me drinks even when Alicia’s jugs are right there! Like right there!”

She pointed down the bar to where Dave and his cousin were talking.

“It’s like a fuckin’ harem anime, y’know? Even with the cute woodland creature,” Reika said.

“I’m sure it is,” Dominique said, not wanting to diminish a tip.

“Why’re you here?”

“I’m working,” Dominique said. “I’m getting people drinks. Such as you, what are you drinking?”

“What was the pink one called?”

“The cosmo?” Dominique asked, starting to mix it.

“Cosmo... Like space?”

“You’re a bit airheaded when you’re drunk,” Dominique said. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Nuh uh! You’re cute!” she said, earnestly.

“Thanks, petite,” Dominique said.

“Yeah, I’m petite... Oh! The pink one! What’s it called?”

“It’s called I’m not serving you another tonight,” Dominique said, adding the bill to Hale’s tab.

“I’m here with someone, thank you,” Dakota said, putting her hand on the boy’s shoulder so she could shout in his ear. The music wasn’t that loud, but her normal speaking voice wasn’t cutting it. She waited in line until the bikini-topped Dominique slid over in front of her.

“Whiskey and ginger ale,” Dominique ed.

“How come you’re not topless like the other bartenders?” Dakota asked.

“Not my thing,” Dominique answered.

“It could be, you’re lovely,” Dakota said.

“All you girls have been washing up desperate boys who won’t be caught dead not tipping in front of a girl,” Dominique said. “And yet, all the compliments I’m getting are from you ladies.”

“You deserve them,” Dakota said. “Your accent, Cajun?”

“Oui, oui,” she said.

“You’re not out of place in Heber Springs?”

“Moved up here when I was very little, after Katrina,” Dominique said. “You good, chere? I got others.”

“Just wiggle when you walk away,” Dakota said, channeling her best Ivy.

Dominique laughed, slapping her ass at Dakota and heading down the line.

Ivy and Casey were dancing together in a circle of boys. “I hate it! Hate it!”

“No you don’t,” Casey countered. “You’re smiling and giggling like a lunatic.”

“She’s the best, and I saw ten tits tonight. Only eight worked here!” Ivy put her hands on Casey’s hips and slid her thigh in between the taller redhead’s legs. “The music’s great. Where’s Hale?”

“Alicia’s been playing with him.”

“See that’s why I hate it!” Ivy said. “She found the blonde. I wanted to get him a blonde.”

“She’s only barely a blonde,” Casey said. “It’s not like she’s Khaleesi from Game of Thrones.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better!” Ivy said.

“You’re glowing like Nagasaki,” Casey said. “You don’t need cheering up, you need to ring the new girl and drag her into the trailer.”

“Well, I want Hale to do the dragging,” Ivy said. “Ooga booga! Caveman take new bride!”

“God, you’re the worst,” Casey said, kissing Ivy deeply. “I kinda love you, you know?”

“If you love me, get my girl’s finger gift-wrapped! You should be with Hale on that plan,” Ivy said. “You have the ring, right?!”

“Always,” Casey said. “I’ve even drank less than you guys did to stay alert.”

“You better get distracted when we get our new girl!” Ivy said. “Or else.”

“Or else what?”

“I’ll think of something when I’m less drunk and giggly,” Ivy said. “Let’s go get more drinks.”

“Ivy, not like that,” Casey sighed as Ivy grabbed two boys by the shirt collars.

“Buy us drinks and we’ll get you laid by the black haired and red haired chicks over there,” Ivy said.

“The cougars?” the first guy said. “They’re easier than pie.”

“Take ’em out for pie,” Casey suggested. “You don’t have to buy us drinks. We can—”

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” Ivy said, even a few more times after Casey pinched her repeatedly.

Alicia was giggling and having a blast. She hung off of Hale and ran him ragged around the Roadhouse. Hale had never been to a strip club before, let alone one so country and back woods. It wasn’t really a strip club, there was a stage and there were girls who climbed up and drunkenly pulled their clothes off on it, but they were all patrons. They were honestly trying to steal attention back from his own girls.

He was doing his best to keep his eye on everyone.

Reika was the hardest, she was chatting up everyone, and seemed surprised to learn that guys were hitting on her.

Dakota would go on adventures into the crowd to bring Reika back, but as the night went on, the Japanese girl got more and more slippery. She had a lot of social lubricant.

Thankfully, Ivy and Casey were keeping each other just at the edge of trouble. They clearly had each other’s backs.

That left Alicia, who had been holding his hand like a grade school girlfriend all night. She was showing off that she was taken, always leaning on him, dancing with him, cuddling up to him. Especially, when she had her cousins or other guys around.

There was one thread throughout the night though.

“The bartender? I think her name is Dominominque?” Reika would jump and point and burble, and before Hale could grab her around the waist she was off to her next conversation.

“I really like her,” Dakota had said. “Her accent makes my knees wobbly. I like playing with Ivy, but I’d be gay for her.”

“Excuse me?” Hale said, grinning and probing for more, but Dakota disappeared in the crowd like smoke.

“Hale! You gotta get her! You just gotta! Alicia found you such a pretty present and we gotta unwrap her! It’s not fair, all the other bartenders got their tits out but she doesn’t! It’s not fair, Hale! Do something!”

Ivy was giggling and hiccupping like a drunk cartoon Goofy.

“She’s really quite sweet,” Casey said. “And we’ve been trying her patience all night. Throw in the ring and she’ll be golden.”

“So how do we do it?” Alicia asked. “I didn’t get to see Reika, I wanna see magic.”

“You were there when I got the ring on you,” Hale said.

“Should we wait until she’s going for her car tonight and jump her?” Alicia asked, brightly.

Hale shook his head.

He didn’t want to do this outside. There were coyotes outside. Ever since he was told he now owed the coyote a favor, he stopped seeing the ring-spirit as a good omen.

But more than that, he didn’t want to physically jump a girl. From a personal safety point of view, there were four really large bouncers who would most assuredly be watching the girls get out to the cars, plus, from the few excursions he had pulling Reika back out of the tide of people, he honestly suspected this was a cop bar.

Yet, that wasn’t the issue.

Grabbing a girl and forcing a ring down her finger? That felt like it was at odds with the promises he had made to Casey way back in Barstow.

“I got a better plan,” he said.

“You got a plan?!” Alicia said, jumping, giggling, and kissing him madly.

“Calm down,” Hale said, laughing. “Everyone’s got a plan until they get punched in the face.”

“You’re not gonna punch her?!” Alicia said, wide-eyed. She slapped his arm before he could respond in reassurances. “Relax, I know who Conor MacGregor is.”

“What? No. Way off, It was—”

“Plan!” she said.

“Right, c’mon.”

“You two are trouble,” Dominique said when Casey and Ivy waved their drinks and whisked away into the crowd. She served the next two guests when the man of the evening showed up.

She looked Hale up and down.

Cute hair.

Nice build.

Maybe a little skinny.

All of these girls? Was he rich? Were they on drugs?

“Hey! Thanks for taking care of everyone tonight,” he said, the big-titted cousin of the boss bimbo was hanging off his elbow.

“It’s my job,” Dominique said. “What can I get for you?”

“I just wanted to say thank you, how about we share a shot? You down, Alicia?”

“Oh yeah!” Alicia said. “Mix us up your favorite.”

“Yeah?” Dominique said. “We can do that.”

The other girls did it all the time, get the barflies to buy and extra drink and loosen up a bit to keep up with the night. Dominique wasn’t asked as often, the bikini top. But it wasn’t technically a topless bar and William couldn’t make her, so long as she brought in the money and was a great employee.

She mixed up three sweet shots with a kick of rum and slid them out.

“To those who take care of us,” Hale said, clinking glasses with her. He then knocked his special ring into Alicia’s. They shared a secret laugh. And downed their glasses.

“I’ll see you soon, Dominique. Gotta bring the other other friends around to say thank you.”

“Friends just call me Nique.”

“Reika!” Hale said.

“Oh my god! Hi!” She tossed herself in a half-tilted hug around his waist. “I was just talking to... um... I’m sure he had a name. Uh, hi. This is Hale, he’s my guy.”

“Your guy?” the look of despair that crossed the young man’s face appeared like the shadow of death.

“Yeah, my guy!” she said, proudly. “He’s gonna have sex with me tonight.” She covered her mouth and giggled madly.

“Actually, I might just put her to bed,” Hale said.

“That might be a good idea,” the guy said. “You, uh, have a good night.”

Hale nodded. “Hey, Reika. You want to be part of the plan? We’re going to get Nique.”

“Neek! Neek! Neek!” she said, laughing.

“Shh,” he stroked her cheek. “You’re gonna have to play babysitter until I need her, OK?”

“I got this,” Alicia said, slipping her arm around Reika. “You wanna dance?”

“I’ll fall over!” Reika said, proudly, before laughing aggressively.

“I won’t let you,” Alicia said.

Hale brushed Reika’s hair back behind her ears. “I’ll be back soon. We need to get a grand slam to get Nique, and you’re batting cleanup. You know what that means?”

“Sports!”

“Good girl,” Hale said, kissing her. “I’ll check-in often. I need to know whether I can use Reika or if Casey’ll be my closer.”

“I can’t imagine how Reika can help you in this state,” Alicia said. “But I trust you, sugar. Get that French chick.”

“French?” Reika said. “Oh, I bet she kisses good.”

“We’ll see,” Alicia said.

“Back again?” Nique said.

“Hello Nique. You’ve met Ivy,” Hale said.

“You are legendary,” Ivy said. “Have I told you how much I’d hate you if you weren’t objectively awesome.”

“Excuse me?”

“Ignore her crazy,” Hale said. “It’s the best we can hope for. Another shot?”

“Sure,” Dominique said. They had more than paid for a cab home tonight. She mixed up something knew. Hale and Ivy clinked their rings over their glasses.

“C’est beau,” Nique said. “Alicia had one too.”

“Good luck, charm, for friends,” Hale said. They all clinked shotglasses. “See you soon.”

“Casey is a very aggressive dancer,” Dakota said as Hale led her to the bar. They hung back and waved off two different topless bartenders, focused on Nique.

“She’s a very aggressive girl,” Hale agreed. “C’mon. We’ll get you something sweet.”

“Aw...” Dakota said. “And the shots too?”

Dakota’s eyes were clearly zeroed in on Nique’s figure.

“And the shots too,” Hale said as Nique slid over.

“I saw you waiting for me,” she said, pulling out three shotglasses.

“What can I say?” Hale said. “I treat my friends well. And I like more from a friend than an easy set of tits.”

“But he won’t knock and easy set of... knockers,” Dakota blushed and apologized for her dumb joke. Nique laughed, but Dakota felt like it was condescending.

“Dakota!” Hale snapped her back to reality.

“What?” She said, doe-eyed.

He lifted her hand and clicked their rings together over the glasses. They then raised glasses with Dominique.

“See you soon,” Hale said.

“J’attends,” she said, with a wave before picking up the shotglasses for the dishwasher.

“You doin’ OK, Nique-ee?” Henriette, the next bartender over, asked.

“You kiddin’? Been a great night,” she answered. “Look, there’s my meal ticket coming again. This time he’s got the redhead.”

“They treatin’ you good?”

“Tres bien,” she smiled.

“I don’t speak froggy,” she said, sighing. “Just be smart, OK?”

“Am I ever not?” Nique asked.

Henriette shook her head and walked down the bar to a new customer.

“Hey!” Casey tossed herself up on a stool and leaned over. “Word is you’ve been playing with my girls and not with me?”

“Don’t pout, cherie,” Nique said, flipping up three shotglasses. “Plenty of Nique for all her new friends.”

“Can’t wait to test that,” Casey said.

“Huh?”

“She’s excitable,” Hale said. “C’mon, time for our toast.”

He raised his ring and Casey knocked it over the glasses.

“I hope you don’t have too many more friends,” Nique raised the glass.

“Notre amie nouvelle!” Casey lifted her glass to Niques. They clinked and drank.

“Ta ta for now,” Nique said, with a wave.

Henriette came back. “Four in one night?”

“You’ve already had close to seven.”

“I halve my shots, I drink more than you, and I’ve got at least twenty-five pounds on you.”

“And you look amazing!” Nique said with a quick side hug and went down to the next customer.

“I really don’t trust her with this,” Casey said. “It’s going in your pocket.”

Casey stuffed the ring deep in Hale’s pocket under his wallet.

“Are you OK? You just had four shots in forty minutes,” Alicia worried. “You’re not as good a drinker.”

“The plan goes forward,” Hale said, shaking Reika. “Right Reika?”

“Ooh!” she held on tight. “Not so rough.”

“Yeah, straight to bed with her after,” Ivy said. “Someone’s going to need to hold her hair out of her face tomorrow.”

“It’s my job to take care of you,” Hale said. “I volunteer.”

“Aw,” Ivy kissed his cheek. “Now go get us the blonde we’ve wanted for far too long!”

He took Reika to the bar.

“Non,” Nique said, the moment Hale sat Reika on the seat.

“Eh?”

“She has had too much,” Nique said.

“She’s the last one,” Hale said, rubbing Reika’s back. Reika fell onto her wrists on the bar. “But... Dammit. I see your point.”

“It’s OK, you should take her home,” Nique said. “Be a good guy.”

“Hm...” He said. “You’re right. But, how about you and I have our last toast, in honor of Reika, if not with her.”

“I suppose,” she said, taking out two shotglasses. She mixed up her favorite. She was about to raise her glass but he put his hand on hers. “Que?”

“The important part isn’t the drink, it’s the toast.”

“I’ve already poured them,” Nique said. “I can toast you.”

“Really?”

“Sure,” she said, reaching for the glass but Hale dug in his pocket. Nearly cursed when the ring bounced up and onto the floor, but he caught it. He slapped it down in front of her.

“For the toast?”

“For the toast.”

She sighed, but she had seen the gesture. She slid it onto her left middle finger and clicked it to Hale’s. Her eyes flashed. She could taste the shot, but she didn’t the motions or the drink.

“I better take care of Reika,” he said. “See you soon.”

“J’attends,” Nique said, fingering her hair.

The curtains of the camper might as well have been clear glass when the sun rose the next morning. Reika moaned in terrible agony and covered her eyes. Hale rolled over and cuddled her.

“Hey... Need to throw up?” he asked.

She pressed the heels of her palms harder into her eyes and nodded aggressively. Hale rolled over and shook Alicia’s shoulder.

“Yeah?” she said, smartly sleeping face down.

“Help Reika to the bathroom,” he said.

“Can’t Ivy do it?”

Hale smacked Alicia’s ass, waking her all the way up. “I told you.”

“Right,” she said, climbing up and over Hale. “C’mon, sweetie. Take my hands.”

Reika practically walked across the trailer on her knees to the bathroom. Frowning. Hale couldn’t get back to sleep. The sad sounds of Reika retching coincided with his need to pee. He got up.

Ivy and Casey were cuddled together in the second bed. Dakota was sitting in the kitchen, the only one in a stitch of clothing. Her fluffy robe around her as she ate a small yogurt packet with a spoon.

“Morning’” she mouthed brightly.

“Mornin’” Hale grumbled, loud enough to stir Casey. Casey buried her face in Ivy’s breasts and tried to sleep. Hale muttered an apology and ed Dakota.

“What’s wrong?” Dakota saw his frown.

“I guess we screwed the pooch,” he said.

“Which one of us is the pooch? Is Reika doing a new cosplay?” Dakota said. She got up and fetched a bottle of water for Hale. She rubbed the back of his neck as he drank.

“I mean, we missed out on Dominique,” he said, looking around.

“Uh, I don’t think so,” Dakota said, but she frowned. “She isn’t here?”

“No, she’s not,” Hale said.

“You did get a ring on her? Didn’t you?”

“I’m almost certain I did,” Hale said. “But if I did. Where is she?”

They frowned across from each other for a good minute. Hale banged the table. “Everyone up! Family meeting! Up! Up! Up!”

“If it’s a breakfast orgy, just do me while I sleep,” Casey groaned pitiably as she buried herself deeply in Ivy’s breasts. Ivy raised a thumbs up.

“Don’t worry, boss, I got her,” Ivy said, digging her hand under Casey. Casey squealed and groaned, sucking in one of Ivy’s nipples as Ivy began to rub her clit.

He almost barked “Family meeting!” again, but in truth, he could let them sleep.

“Dakota, you’re babysitting,” he gestured to the slow moving fuck on the top bed and the bathroom door, just as Alicia poked her head out.

“We’re calling you boss now?” Alicia asked. “I think I shouldn’t get Reika up yet.”

“Get showered,” Hale said. “You and I are going to ask about ’Nique. Dakota’s taking care of Reika, Casey, and Ivy until they’re—”

Casey started to moan.

“Go back to sleep!” Ivy growled in the redhead’s ear before giggling madly.

“I’ll try not to drown Reika,” Alicia said, as Reika pulled the door closed. Hale ran his fingers through his hair. Dakota walked around him and slapped his knees as she squatted down.

“I’d love to, but—”

“We will when you get back,” she lifted a pack of baby wipes. “Babysitter duties first.”

She started rubbing him down. His cock grew hard, but being treated like this was the first time Hale had felt embarrassed around his girls. She did his thighs, his feet, his chest, and armpits. She kissed his mouth before and after.

“Get some deodorant on,” she slapped his thighs.

“I could’ve just got a shower.”

“There’s four girls at least who’d try to you, and in that box, it’s one at a time,” Dakota turned as the door opened and Casey flinched off the bed moaning loudly.

“Reika still in there?”

“On her knees in the shower,” Alicia said. She thanked Dakota as she was ed a towel.

“I got Reika, Hale’s all yours,” Dakota kissed Alicia on the cheek and ed Reika in the shower.

“All mine, huh?” Alicia bit her lip seeing Hale sitting at the kitchen table, knees spread and erection soaring.

“No! Not all yours!” Casey said, scrambling off the bed, but Ivy tossed herself across Casey’s butt, dangling the redhead have off the bench and driving four fingers into her pussy. Casey was wailing.

“Anyone in the parking lot can hear her,” Alicia said.

“That’s not going to stop Ivy,” Hale stood up. “Grab me a shirt from my bag please.”

He stepped into yesterday’s pants and rolled on the Right Guard.

“No dice,” Alicia said, shrugging as she walked out of the club.

“That’s my time,” Hale said, getting up from where he sat next to Darryl. The bouncer was making a little extra dough with the morning cleanup.

“Yeah, you’re not upset? Some of those stories about your Dad—”

“Dude,” Hale said, “Don’t worry about it. Dad said, in his job, he has to be hated in the moment and respected in retrospect.”

“He is that,” Darryl said. He looked Alicia up and down and shook his head. “You walk around with all these girls, you’re gonna get the same treatment.”

“I believe it,” Hale laughed. “It was good meeting you.”

Alicia walked over and grabbed Hale’s elbow. “Bye Darryl.”

“Bye... Dakota?”

“Sure,” Alicia said, blowing a kiss. She tugged Hale back towards Betty.

“Good news?” Hale asked.

“Nope,” Alicia said. “David won’t give me ’Nique’s number or address. I checked the schedule, she isn’t due back for three days.”

“Shit...” Hale said. He looked at the camper and truck. “Do we leave the—”

“David wants us out of the parking lot or he’s going to encourage the guy who writes tickets,” Alicia said.

“Dammit,” Hale said. He looked in the camper windows. The curtains were drawn, Reika was starting to motormouth over coffee. Hale walked Alicia to Betty.

“I think they’ll be mad if we don’t tell them we’re leaving,” Alicia said, as Hale helped her into the cab.

“It’s fine,” he said. “I need to drive around and clear my head.”

He crossed the front and found a coyote licking its forepaw just below his cab door.

“What do you want?”

“It’s a matter of what you want,” The coyote said. “I know where your lost lamb is.”

Hale ignored the animal, opened the door and stepped up into Betty.

“Great idea, leave one of those rings out there unsupervised. What could happen? That kind of power. No one would hurt a woman for that, now would they?” The coyote said.

“Don’t listen to him,” Alicia said, but Hale stopped her from reaching across his waist and grabbing the door.

Hale stared down into the smile of the canine. Or rather the peeled lips and sharp teeth.

It was a small predator. It was powerful in ways Hale didn’t understand.

“Lead the way,” he said, pulling the door closed and starting the truck.

“Hale?!” Casey leaned out other camper door, still topless, gave Darryl a show and screamed as the vehicles started moving.

“It can’t be the same coyote...” Alicia said as they rounded the turn. A coyote sat under the pole of the stop sign, pointing its nose northward.

“Would it need to be?” Hale said. “If that little bugger ran across the Rocky Mountains and across thousands of miles of America from Barstow, I’d be more scared.”

“More scared then of a body-hopping psychic parasite that lives in the minds of small woodland critters?”

“Desert critters,” Hale said. “Sorry, that’s pedantic.”

Alicia rubbed Hale’s shoulder. “There, the trailer with the red roof.”

“I see him,” Hale said, looking at the coyote eating cat food on the step.

They pulled up and stopped.

“Two houses down, jackass,” another coyote ran over his feet. The one at the steel cat food bowl took off under the trailer.

“Maman! Where’s the Advil?!” Dominique called across the trailer.

“C’est la!” Jeanne called back.

“Where is la, you dumb—”

The knock on the door had the hair rising on the back of Dominique’s neck. She frowned, grabbed her nametag and apron and jogged to the kitchen.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Jeanne demanded of the man and woman outside the door.

“Uh, we’re looking for ’Nique.”

“Ain’t no one here named ’Nique,” Jeanne scowled.

“Huh, but—”

“Hale!” Nique rushed her mother out of the way. “What are you doing here?”

“Here to pick you up,” he said.

“Who’s this?” Jeanne asked.

“A friend,” Nique said. “Do you have Advil?”

“There’s some generics in the trailer—”

“Bye-bye Maman!” Nique said rushing out of the trailer. “I don’t know why you’re here but do you mind driving me down to work?” She pointed to the label on her unbuttoned shirt. Denny’s.

“Uh,” Hale said. “Sure, for now.”

“Oh my god! You assholes!” Ivy staggered out of the trailer. “We should’ve been in the—Hey! New girl! Is it time for her to get laid?”

“Who are your friends?” Jeanne’s voice, coming out the window next to the window next to the door.

“I don’t think—”

“Easy, Ivy,” Hale said, giving Jeanne the side eye. “We’re just going to give her a ride down to her shift. Climb in Betty.”

“Not without me you ain’t,” Ivy said, rushing to the cab throwing herself into the cuddle position. Reika, Dakota, and Casey came out quickly.

“We need to refill the water and empty the poo tank,” Casey said.

“Right,” Hale said. “bye Mrs...” He looked to Nique, realizing he didn’t know her last name.

“C’est tu fait?” Jeanne asked.

“Possiblement,” Nique lied.

The cab was stuffed, Dakota, Reika, and Nique in the front with Hale. The girls with the widest hips in the back. Ivy grumbled. She played with Ranger and Ryuuko.

“You are such a kid, pouty,” Alicia said.

“Ranger Bite!” Ivy shoved the stuffed dog at Alicia’s face. Casey grabbed it out of Ivy’s hands.

“Ranger doesn’t bite,” Casey said, petting her plushie behind the ears. She smiled when Nique looked backwards, pushing the stuffed dog forward to boop Nique on the nose.

“What’s going on?” Nique asked.

Reika lifted Nique’s hand and her own and showed off the rings. “We’re linked, family.”

“Lovers,” Dakota said from her seat by the window.

“Dirty low-down bar-skank gone-wild sex-fiends,” Ivy suggested.

“Hale, you have to fuck some sense back into Ivy,” Alicia said.

“They’re magic rings,” Hale said. Reika was riding cuddle because Nique hadn’t been ready. Hale rubbed her back and made her smile. “You’re coming with us on our road trip. It’ll be awesome.”

“I can’t! I got two jobs and—”

“If it’s money,” Alicia said. “I’ll help out.”

“It is and it isn’t,” Nique said. “Look, I got school to save up for and Maman needs me and fuck I wanna go with you guys.”

“You will,” Hale said. “Up here?”

“Yeah, that’s the place,” Nique said.

“Alright, I’m going to look after Nique and wear her down at work. You girls need to go handle the trailer.”

“Oh boy! Poop duty!” Ivy laid her tongue out.

“Also, all of you need to fuck Ivy,” Hale added. “Alicia’s right, she needs sense fucked back into her.”

“One of us should—” Casey squealed as Ivy was pressed into her with Alicia grabbing the Latina’s breasts and kissing the side of her neck.

“I’ll stay with him,” Dakota said. “I earned it playing babysitter this morning.”

“Oh you opportunistic goddess!” Ivy squealed as Alicia rolled up Ivy’s t-shirt.

“You alright?” Jesse, the cook, asked Nique as Nique grabbed the plates for table four.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen people watch the clock before, but you need to go worse than anyone I’ve ever seen,” Jesse said.

“I got an offer—”

“Take it!” Jesse said. “Look, we’ll miss you. You’re one of our best, but with your brain and your ambitions, you’re not going to be waiting tables forever. You got an offer, clock out and go.”

“I better finish my shift,” Nique said. “And I don’t want to leave you hanging without notice. Plus there’s the Roadhouse.”

“Never go back there,” Jesse said. “You’re cute enough for a strip t but you’re too smart for that. Find yourself a guy and get out.”

“Mais... I...” She grabbed the tables and hurried off.

“Don’t tell my waitresses to quit on the job,” Kyle said, coming out of the office, he was the owner of the place.

“Don’t lock down that girl,” Jesse said. “She needs out of here more than she needs away from that mother of hers.”

“We want to make it easy for you,” Hale said, while Nique refilled Dakota’s coffee.

“It’s kinda wild,” Dakota said. “I never thought I’d be doing anything like this. Hell, I think Ivy was the only one who could manage it without magic, but it works and it’s the best feeling in the world.”

“Still sounds cult-like,” Nique said.

“Sure, if that’s what floats your boat,” Hale said.

“So what’s stopping you?”

“Does it even matter?” Nique asked. “I’m going to be dragged along with you no matter what, right? You tricked me into putting this ring on.”

“Tricked Ivy, too,” Hale said. “Dakota’s a weird case. Reika we used the coyote.”

“Coyote?” Nique said. “Look, I got other tables.”

“No, you don’t, hun,” an older ginger woman walked by her. “Jesse told us to take all newcomers. You’re done as soon as these loiterers move on.”

“But...”

“So it’s not the job,” Dakota said. “Your Mom?”

“Well, she needs the help and—”

“What kind of help?” Hale interjected.

“Money? Someone to buy her groceries? Someone to get her pills?”

“We can handle that,” Hale said. “You got a phone right? Walmart delivers.”

“Shit,” Nique said. “But I didn’t really have a choice.”

“What do you need to go?” Hale said. “Right now.”

“Clothes. Toiletries. Phone charger.”

“Shopping trip!” Dakota said. “Those are some of my favorites.”

“I can’t blow money on a new wardrobe. I got plenty of stuff at home,” Nique said.

“And you don’t want to go home,” Hale nodded. “We can buy you the clothes. That’ll solve that.”

“She needs her plushie,” Dakota said.

“Quoi?”

“The backseat, it’s Ivy’s trophy shelf,” Dakota said.

“Wait, Ivy’s?”

“She’s the one playing with them, right?” Dakota said.

“I’m going to have to put her in her place,” Hale said. “You want to avoid your mom, right?”

“That would make things go faster,” Nique said.

Hale picked up his phone and texted Reika. He got a response back from Alicia with a snapshot of Ivy’s legs beartrapped and holding Reika’s red-face to her pussy.

“Oh my god...” Nique said, lip shaking, toes curling.

“You ever do anything like that?” Dakota asked, with genuine non-lecherous curiosity. Hale was wide-eyed and definitely lecherous.

“What are you asking them?”

“To tell us when your mom leaves the trailer,” Hale said. “Then we get a cab and run.”

“Oh god...” Nique said. She ducked into the back.

“Do you think it worked?” Dakota asked.

Hale clinked his ring off of hers.

“But...”

“Oh my god!” Dakota covered her mouthed. “Sorry. You’re already in the cab.”

“It is a bit tiresome running around the same questions again,” Hale said, squeezing Nique’s shoulders.

“Right, sorry... No. I’m not sorry. I want to make a decision. I don’t feel like I did that yet,” Nique said.

“Don’t be sorry over that then,” Hale said. “Let’s make a decision. We’re about three minutes out from your Mom’s trailer, right?”

“Right...” Nique agreed, slowed by the deviousness in Hale’s eyes.

“You’re going to make a decision. Are you going to leave the cab dressed as a waitress, or are you going to leave the cab, buck naked?”

The cabby looked up into the rearview and Dakota waved. He put his eyes back on the road. Smiling.

“That’s not... What are you even getting at?”

“There’s a time limit on the decision,” Hale pointed out.

“Time limit? But this doesn’t make any sense.”

Hale squeezed her shoulders again.

“Look, this isn’t helping,” Nique said, sighing heavily.

Ivy was sitting on Betty’s bumper, drinking a diet coke, when the cab came to a stop and a slim, naked-but-for-her-socks-and-sneakers blonde ran squealing out of the cab, arms over her tits, straight to the trailer door.

“Hi!” Ivy waved as Dakota came out the other side, clothes in a folded pile in her arms.

“I need my keys!” Nique shouted, eyes flicking up and down the street as she danced wildly.

“Hold your horses,” Hale said. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Any time,” the cabbie waved. Hale shut the door and the cab didn’t quite drive off right away.

Ivy walked over, Dakota was greeted at the tow-trailer’s door by Casey.

“Why’s she naked?” Casey asked.

“Wouldn’t make a decision, so Hale made it for her,” Dakota said.

“Is she taking her waitress uniform with her?” Alicia asked, barring Dakota entry.

“Probably not?” Dakota said, looking at the clothes in her arms.

“Then why are you over here, blocking our chance to see the show?” Alicia swatted Dakota on the navel and pushed her back. The other girls piling out to see Nique dance, foot to foot, as Hale, slowly, unlocked the trailer door and held it open for Nique to go inside.

Beep-beep! The cabbie got Nique to squeal one last time before driving off.

Nique broke down into giggles when she was in Mom’s trailer with the curtains drawn.

She screamed when the door opened and more girls followed her inside.

“Oh relax...” Ivy said. “If you can’t be naked in front of us, you can’t be naked in front of literally thousands of people.”

“What?!” Nique squeaked at Hale.

Hale was laughing madly.

“This is Ivy,” Casey squeezed Ivy’s shoulders. “She teases.”

“So if you don’t like it, learn to be harder to tease,” Alicia suggested.

“Are you just gonna stand around naked? Which room is yours?” Reika was snooping into the bedrooms.

“The small one on the left!” Nique dashed through the girls and pushed Reika into the bedroom.

“She’s going to be fun,” Casey said, kissing Hale on the cheek.

“Nope!” Reika giggled, pulling the bra out of Nique’s fingers. “Do it naked.”

“OK, but—”

She looked at the suitcases she had tossed onto the bed.

“There’s only so much room on Betty’s bed,” Ivy said from the door. “One bag. And leave some room, we’ll go shopping.”

“But—”

At least the trailer was small enough that she was only caught between Reika and Ivy. Alicia and Casey were peeking in through the door. Hale was leaning against the far wall, going out of his way not to help.

“Look, grab two pairs of jeans. Or preferably shorts. Bikini. Some underwear and socks,” Reika suggested.

“Tops? Bras? There’s lots of—”

“Look if you need something we’ll take you to a boutique and dress you up,” Ivy said.

“Oh my god,” Nique was perpetually red from blushing. She met Hale’s eyes and the hair on her neck stood up. Her nipples crinkled up as well.

“Right, I, uh...”

She stood frozen over he suitcase.

“Again?” Dakota asked.

“Again,” Hale nodded. “Do you see which plushie she’s taking?”

Reika lifted a blue bunny from against her vanity mirror.

“Bobsy?” Nique said, blinking.

“Excellent!” Hale said, pushing Casey aside and striding into the room. He grabbed Nique’s hand. “The girls are going to get you packed. You need to cool off.”

“Cool off? Look, I don’t—”

“But we do,” Hale said, pulling her out of her room. The other girls flood into the room, pulling out Nique’s drawers. Reika skipped out holding the rabbit under the arms. It was the biggest, by about two-and-a-half times larger than Ranger, of all the plushies on Betty’s backseat.

“Aagh!” Nique squealed as Hale tossed her onto the living room sofa. He slung a knee over her hip and sat down on top of her.

“Hey,” he said, brushing her hair from her face.

“Qu’est-ce que c’est?” she said, heart hammering in her throat.

“You’re having fun,” he said.

“Comme ci, comme ca,” she bit her lip.

“Do you know what she’s saying?” Reika asked.

“Something about cumming,” Hale grinned back over his shoulder. He pushed his hand down between her thighs and began rubbing Nique’s clit. Reika flopped, hugging Bobsy from behind, on the nearby armchair.

“Oh Jesus...” Nique said, covering her face with one hand and grabbing Hale’s shirt collar with the other.

“See,” Hale said, “you’re going to fit in great.”

He yanked her hand off of her face and leaned down kissing her. Nique shuddered. She kissed back aggressively. When he grabbed her hand on his chest, their rings touched and she felt an electricity flood through her.

“Aagh!” she squealed again, but his tongue was still buried in her mouth. The only reason he broke the kiss was to toss his shirt to Reika.

Nique’s eyes rolled up and down Hale’s chest. Her cheeks burned. Her eyes snapped aside. She wanted a moment of control. She met eyes with Reika.

“Wait!” she kept Hale from kissing her again. He smirked, impatiently, and unzipped his jeans. “Does Bobsy have to watch?”

“Oh! Sorry little buddy,” Reika said, picking up the rabbit and turning him back to the action.

“I’ll make the calls,” Hale said, lifting off of her to pull his pants down. His cock flicked upward. He stepped out of his jeans, they were both only wearing socks. She reached over and clasped his cock. He knelt closer to her head on the left arm rest. “Suck it.”

As soon as Nique’s lips wrapped around the head of his dick, she stopped feeling unmoored. She ran her tongue around the head of his cock, pumping his shaft, as he reached into her pussy again.

She was dripping. Stripping in the cab, running across the grass, pushed, pulled, thrown, and straddled. She was on fire inside. Hale’s fingers tangled in her blonde hair, but the bounce of her neck was all her own.

“Nice...” Hale whispered.

“Euje? Ueh?” she mumbled, the words muffled by his balls sliding up and down the side of her left cheek. She flicked her tongue back and forth over the place where his balls and his shaft connected. Her throat opened to let him in.

“Jesus...” Hale said, but he pulled himself free. “We’ll do that later, but...”

He grabbed her knee and pulled her around. He was on his knees on the floor, she was sitting, slouched, spread-eagle in front of him. He kissed her. The first guy that had ever kissed her after he had his dick in her mouth. He lifted her knees and put his cockhead to her pussy.

With both hands, she grabbed him and aimed. He slid into her.

“Yeesss!”

She could feel the blood pumping through her. She wrapped her arms around his trunk and dragged him down to crush her chest. He cupped her neck and his thumb pushed her chin up. He kissed her hard as his hips pumped, fucking her and filling the small trailer with wet slaps and effortful grunts.

“We got her bag,” Casey said, wheeling out a small hardshell suitcase from Nique’s room.

“She’s going to be fun,” Ivy said, hugging Casey from behind and resting her chin on Casey’s shoulder. She nipped at Casey’s ear.

Alicia sat herself on the armrest next to Reika. Dakota grabbed the bag from Casey and pulled it outside.

Neither Hale nor Nique noticed the world around them. Their bodies moved in fluid motion. Their kiss snapped together and broke apart in huffing puffing breaths. Her nails raked down his back. The sofa trembled under them. The whole trailer shook a little. He sucked at her neck, bit at her ear. She wrapped her ankles behind his butt as the trailer bounced with their thumping bodies.

“Mom’s coming home!” Dakota shouted, bursting back in the door.

“What?!” Nique said, but she gasped, the shock set off her orgasm and she screeched as she embraced Hale more tightly.

Hale surrendered to it, groaning and kissing her hard as the screen door swung and the older woman stomped into the trailer.

“Who the fuck are you gi—Dominique!”

“Maman!” Nique pulled Hale down tighter on top of her to cover herself.

“Get out! Everyone!”

The girls flooded out, though they would’ve stayed if Hale motioned them to.

“You gotta let me up so I can get out, Nique,” Hale said.

“Where are you taking Bobsy?!” Jeanne grabbed Reika’s shoulder.

“Maman! I’m going—”

“Damned right you are! I didn’t raise a slut! I told you not to be that kind of woman in my house! Allez-vous! Vite!”

“Maman!”

“Maintenant!”

Hale scooped up Nique’s ass and ran her out of the trailer. The pair of them naked but for socks running to Betty. Jeanne tossed Hale’s pants and shirt out the front door. Dakota dutifully picked them all up.

Nique calmed down maybe two miles away from her mother’s. By three, she was up in a lather again. Wearing clothes borrowed from the other girls, she paced the tow-trailer, palming the roof to keep from being tossed about.

“We’ll stop soon. You really should sit down, it’s safer,” Reika said. She was sitting lotus position on the big bed. She sipped from a thermos and was jealous of the girls in Betty. But no one wanted to be thrown up upon. They let Reika argue she was feeling better, and then still named her babysitter for the blonde.

“I did it for you,” Alicia had said, with a kiss on Reika’s lips before Reika was pressganged into the trailer and they were on the road again.

“Where are we going?”

“Shopping mall? Breakfast diner? Or maybe Dakota will argue for a waterpark?”

“Waterpark would be a waste,” Nique said. “You’d want to go to some little river or lake and just get on with nature.”

“We tried that,” Reika said. “It went OK.”

Nique frowned.

“Just OK?”

“Well, just OK for our crazy adventures,” Reika said. “Truth is, I haven’t had less than a 9 out 10 day since they grabbed me at the con.”

“They grabbed you?” Nique asked worried.

“Figure of speech,” Reika said. “Sit down, you’re freaking me out.”

“But—” Nique screeched as the brakes were pressed hard. She tumbled onto her butt across the kitchenette. Reika jogged over and helped Nique to her feet and they both piled into the bathroom booth before whatever traffic hitch Hale had evaded had cleared and they were on the road again.

“What am I even doing?” Nique asked.

“You’ll change your tune by the end of the day,” Reika said, grinning. She offered Nique the thermos. Nique had a splash of warm coffee, but she didn’t perk up.

They stopped at a little strip mall and Nique was swept off by Ivy and Alicia. Casey looked back and forth between the excitement of the new girls and Dakota and Reika taking a leisurely pace with Hale and had to make a decision.

“Sorry,” she kissed Hale and ran. “Come find us! We’ll be taking Nique’s clothes off!”

Nique’s head was on a swivel. This was her town. What if someone who knew her had heard that. Her heart was hammering in her throat as Alicia squealed and dragged her first towards Victoria’s Secret.

“Those are more fun to pick out when Hale’s distracted,” Ivy said, “Something we can surprise him with later. Let’s get her some normal clothes first.”

“Of all the people who’d choose function over sexy...” Alicia said, comically aghast at Ivy.

“I’d feel more comfortable with normal clothes,” Nique said.

“Sexy underwear isn’t about comfort,” Casey quipped as she caught up. Ivy and Alicia pulled her along. “What! I wanted to see her something absolutely trashy!”

Nique blushed furiously as she crossed eyes with her third grade teacher. The old retiree just chuckled and ignored Nique to speak with her friend on the bench.

Nique wasn’t even certain Mrs. Haber had recognized her. But her stomach was a tumbling mess of butterflies.

“No!” she said, firmly.

The other girls stopped. “What’s wrong?” Casey asked.

“Can we help?” Ivy said.

“You can’t help,” Nique said. “You can’t drag me around. You can’t play dress-up doll with me.”

“Aw... Please?” Alicia’s face was so sincere and potentially wounded, that Nique almost gave in.

“No, I get to play dress-up,” she said. “I get to show where we’re going. You guys want to go have an adventure today. I’m going to need a bikini.”

“One’s not enough,” Ivy said.

“Shut up.” Nique couldn’t help but smile. She marched forward and made the girls keep up with her. Her feet seemed lighter, when she was her own com arrow.

She hadn’t had a girls day of shopping... In her life. Even with her Mom, they had never tried on more than they could conceivably want. Money had been too tight for her mother to play dressup. When Nique started getting her own money, started buying her own clothes, it was more of an Amazon point and click kind of deal.

She’d gotten pretty good at nailing her size, but it wasn’t fun.

Not like today was.

“Are you sure it’s trashy enough? It covers too much, don’t you think?” Ivy asked from the back of the changing room as Nique raised her arms and examined the blue and white tube top she that had rested at the bottom of the pile. “I liked the pink.”

“The pink didn’t work,” Nique said.

“This is better with her skin,” Alicia agreed.

“Yeah, but the pink was pure sex... This is... cute.”

“Super cute,” Alicia agreed. “She could pull from Reika’s attention.”

“Awesome! No more sexy trashy for you! That’s my domain!” Ivy giggled. She reached around and pinched Nique’s nipples.

“Hey!” Nique swatted Ivy’s hands away.

“We’re getting it,” Alicia said. “But seriously, pinch your nipples. Just because you’re cute doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try for sexy or trashy.”

Nique glared at Alicia in the mirror.

Alicia and Ivy shared a grin. Nique was taking off her top to try on the next one when they opened the door and walked out.

“Hey!” Nique flared red, covering her bared tits with both hands.

“Casey! You’re on compliment and harass duty!” Ivy said, tagging the redhead in with a smack on the bum.

Casey saluted, blew a raspberry, and headed into the changing room stall. “Oh, this’ll look cute.”

“What’s going on?” Nique said.

“Judging by Alicia’s face, you’ll know soon enough.”

“It’s way too much,” Nique said, beaming, frowning, and looking pensive all at once.

“We already paid for it,” Hale said, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Besides, look at all of these beasts of burdens. You wouldn’t want to rob them of their jobs, would you?”

Ivy twirled on her heel, like all of the girls heading across the parking lot to Betty, she was carrying a different branded bag of Nique’s new wardrobe.

“Who are you calling a beast of burden?” Ivy walked backwards in high-heeled sandals.

“Careful!” Nique grimaced. She had worked in a skeezy titty bar. She would never walk backwards in heels.

“Yeah, no breaking that beast of burden,” Hale said. “And turned back around, we were iring it.”

“What?” Ivy said.

“Your ass,” Reika translated. She wiggled her own butt in a short ruffled red skirt.

“Oh! My beast of burden is ready for a big load!” Ivy twisted and hip-bumped Reika as they walked.

“Alright,” Hale said. “I want to end the day with a relaxing adventure. Maybe an outdoor cookout and some nature. You good to be my navigator?”

“I know a pretty good spot,” she said. “Or, no, I know a more private spot that’s about 75% as good.”

“Private wins,” Alicia said, shouting back over her shoulder. “Hale’s gotta fuck the nerves out of you.”

Nique blushed and frowned.

Yet...

She was beginning to feel better.

Cuddle was an amazing position. Betty’s front bench was incredible. And with Reika and Casey filling up the front, Nique was practically on Hale’s lap.

One more enger than the number of safety belts. Dakota had volunteered to ride in the trailer, but Ivy vetoed that motion.

“We gotta at least try for the day with everyone!” Ivy had insisted.

“If we get anymore girls,” Alicia said. “They better not have hips.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Reika had rejected. “No!”

“You want your little butt to stand out?” Casey had teased.

“No! Look at this!” Reika turned red, but she grabbed Alicia from behind and squeezed her asscheeks, running hands out onto her hips. “I want more! More and more! I think—”

And it was like that for the sixteen miles they had zigzagged off the secondary highways. Nique let it simmer at a comfortable sororal swell. She hung onto Hale’s chest and leaned her cheek on his shoulder. Touching his skin—he was driving in swim trunks and sneakers—with her ring was like singing a lullaby directly into her brain.

And her dreams were as dirty as Ivy’s mouth.

“It’s up here,” she pointed at the billboard. “The turnoff is easy to miss, keep your eyes open.”

“Navigator?” Hale said.

“Yes?” Casey said, fluttering her lashes from the enger window.

“Eyes peeled,” Hale said.

Nique put her head on a swivel. Everyone was in a good mood. Ivy tapped Nique’s nose with the hard nose of a stuffed dog.

“Ruff!”

“Ranger, shush!” Casey said.

Nique turned back. “Oh shit! Right there!” they ed the tucked in road.

“Navigator!” Hale onished.

“Ow!” Reika moaned getting the back of her head smacked. “Why?”

“ it on!” Casey hissed.

“Ow!” Nique giggled.

“Sorry,” Reika said, leaning in and kissing her cheek. “ it on.”

Nique kissed Hale on the cheek as he pulled over and did a 3-point-turn to head back down the road. With the trailer, it turned out to be a seven point turn.

“Stop glaring at me!” Reika huffed at Casey. “I’m not going to apologize for kisses!”

“Glad you guys made it... But you know, there’s a place to park your truck downstream so you can pick it up. We have a shuttle that runs up from there.” Derek, one of the rafting guides, explained. He pointed up the road Hale and company had just come down to show a Jeep with big tires carrying a group of college kids.

“Oh shit,” Nique grabbed Hale’s elbow. “I totally forgot about that part. I was never the one driving when we came up here.”

“No worries,” I said. “Any chance we can pay your shuttle to bring us back to the truck?”

“I suppose we can make that work,” Derek said. “Might have to charge you extra to bring a bunch of soaked bodies up the road though.”

“We can make that work,” Casey said.

“Get on your life vests and lock up your truck and trailer then,” he said. “I’ll check in before you get in the rafts.”

The girls quickly got dressed in beach shoes and bikinis. Derek raised his eyebrow, but didn’t comment. It wasn’t his job to ask about that. But this crowd was much better than the overweight tourists he had handled early in the morning.

“Ready!” Dakota said. She frowned as she saw Ivy’s knees knock.

“What?” Alicia said, seeing what Dakota saw. “Holy shit, her?”

“Shut up,” Ivy said, latching herself onto Casey who had already grabbed the side of Hale not occupied by Nique.

“I thought Reika would be the one freaking out,” Alicia said.

“Still kinda am,” Reika itted. Dakota hugged her from behind.

“We’re not going to leave you in the river to be pecked at by bald eagles,” Dakota promised.

“Thank you,” Reika said, ignoring the words and feeling the hug.

“Alright, You’ve a big crowd and it’s six to a raft. Five of you with me and two of you with Jennifer.”

“Oh, Jennifer’s cute!” Ivy said.

“Thanks!” Jennifer called from river bank. Ivy blushed.

“Me and Nique will—”

“Hell no!” Casey said, interrupting Hale. She kissed his cheek. “I’ll babysit Ivy while she ogles her new crush.”

“Can still hear you!” Jennifer shouted.

“Oh I know!” Casey said, giggling. She dragged a blubbering Ivy away.

“Alright, Reika,” Dakota said, filling the empty arm on Hale’s left side with the cute Japanese teenager. “Let’s go.”

Derek sat in the aft, able to keep an eye on all of the tourists. Hale was in the front, Reika to his left, Nique to his right. Dakota on Derek’s left, Alicia on Derek’s right.

“All right,” Derek said. “This is a Grade III river. There’s only on hard drop, about eighteen inches, and a couple of not-so-bad rapids. Don’t rock the boat, though. The force of the water could flip it. With the water this high, we’re in an advantageous position for that. Hang on tight and paddle when I yell. Are you ready?!”

“Ready!” Everyone but Reika cheered.

“She good?” Derek asked Hale.

Reika nodded vigorously.

“She’ll more than make up for her quiet lack of words when we get downstream,” Hale said, squeezing her elbow.

“Try and catch up boys!” Jennifer shouted. Casey tried to flash her tits as the raft went by, but it was hard to lift the flotation vest as well.

“You got a crazy bunch of friends, Hale,” Derek said. Once Jennifer’s raft was far enough ahead, he yelled: “Push!”

Derek and the starboard girls pushed off the right bank, clearing the rocks. Alicia and Derek shoved the left, scraping past the other rocks.

“Head to that deep spot over there and we’ll take a little breather before going into the run,” Derek suggested. “Everyone feeling good? Everyone excited?”

“I’m great!” Dakota giggled. “The river behind Grandpa’s ranch has a Grade IV, I must’ve ridden it a thousand times. You’re gonna love it.”

“Get bumped around and really wet?” Alicia said. “What could be better?”

“Two more girls,” Hale joked.

“Jesus Christ,” Derek laughed, keeping any other unprofessional thoughts to himself. “Let’s move ahead, we’ve given Jenny enough lead we don’t have to worry about running into her.” He pressed a radio and said: “White Crash Tours Boat 2, beginning run.”

They paddled towards the slalom of boulders that stood sentinel at this point in the river. In front of them, eddies and whirlpools awaited. They had only been racing down the river for a few seconds, but it felt like a full day of exhilaration.

Derek called out a turn, and they hit the mark and shimmied through a corner, cutting past a standing wave and the girls screamed for all the dipping and splashing. The warm sun and cool water was on and off shocks that kept them off-balance. The rafted heaved and yawed as they bounced, and rolled, and turned, and sprayed and smacked, and raced the river.

“There’s the drop. Prow, lean your weight back! Hale!” Derek called out.

The raft pitched on the port side. Reika and Dakota squealed, grabbing the ropes tightly. There was a hard slap as the raft hit the water and the boat lifted up and bounced, falling back down on the current.

“Oh fuck!” Alicia yelled, positively. The adrenaline was kicking in and she was a screamer, not surprising everyone.

The raft jumped the foot and a half drop.

“Whoa!” Hale said before the nose of the raft went under water and shoveled a blast of water over the whole raft. Everyone was coughing and screeching when the raft settled itself.

“Port!” Derek yelled. This was his favorite part.

The girls to the back hugged the raft seats, keeping them as steady as they could. The raft almost flipped.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” Reika gasped, seeing little more than splash and sun refractions. She wailed her paddle but missed the river as often as she hit it.

Derek tried to for Reika’s panic, but the raft twisted starboard and lifted up and started to flip. He tried to call out, but his eyes bulged as he realized a mistake had been made. He heard crying and screaming, but that wasn’t unusual. It would be fine.

“Push!” Hale said, shoving his shoulder against the raised raft. The girls top bounced, their weight coming off for a second, but they held on tight, and somehow, they all fell back down, bottom down and slapped the water like a beaver tail.

“It’s smoother going ahead,” Derek said, gasping and laughing. “For at least the next minute or two. We’re almost half-way there!”

Reika screamed while everyone else laughed.

“I thought the... harem was getting a ride back up to their truck.” Derek hip-bumped his wife Jennifer when they loaded up the Jeep.

“Well, you know Casey?”

“Fuck, I don’t any of their names,” Derek said.

“Medium tits, red hair,” Jennifer said.

Derek closed his eyes. “Alright, got her.”

Jennifer punched him in the upper arm. “Anyway, she found the bend, downstream. I bet we’ll be driving them to their truck when we come back tomorrow.”

“Their food and supplies aren’t with them,” Derek said.

“I’m sure they’ll have plenty to eat and ways to keep warm,” Jennifer singsonged.

“What’s that supposed to me?”

“I’ll show you when we get home,” Jennifer said. She slapped Derek’s ass. “Close the trunk and get me home. The Latina was hitting on me all day and I’m feeling frisky.”

“I didn’t think you were into chicks,” Derek said.

“I’m not, so I need a big dumb man to stop asking questions and drive me somewhere with pillows and handcuffs. Capisce?”

“Just five more questions. Eighteen tops.”

A slender elm had six bikini tops tied to it. They waved like a polychromatic flag to the loop in the river where girls were splashing and squealing in the waist deep water.

“Tits...” Nique said, sitting on the wet pebble beach.

“Aren’t they amazing?” Hale said, beaming, elbowing Nique and jiggling her own bare breasts. The late afternoon sun was still some time from setting.

“Oui,” Nique said, “I guess they are.”

Reika screamed as Alicia and Casey lifted and threw her down into the water.

“I’m really part of this,” Nique said. She grinned. She put her hands back and reclined, looking up to the cloudless blue sky. She turned her smile down a few lumens but up a hundred degrees. She turned and grinned at Hale.

Hale took a moment, the five girls roughhousing topless was a serious distraction. But once he caught Nique’s look at him out of the corner of his eye, he was pulled in by her event horizon.

He reached over her ear, ran his fingers into her blonde hair, and rolled himself over and onto her. They kissed. Ivy shouted out a celebratory “Woo!” but neither Nique nor Hale had any concept outside of each other’s bodies.

The kiss started slow, but as Nique got lost in his stubble, and his lips, and his tongue, it got heated and raw.

The ground was stone but it had some give. Hale’s hands cupped Nique’s breasts, making her gasp into his lips. She twirled her fingers in his hair and opened her legs, hooking her ankle over his.

His hands were loathe to leave her tits, but his erection pressing through his trunks into her bikini clad pussy was frustrating both of them. The kiss and their hands had turned sloppy and frantic. They broke apart in giggles as they kicked off their bottoms.

Reverently, she cupped his cock in both her hands. She bit her lip and the giggles washed away. She nodded and pulled him to her weeping wet pussy.

Hale was on his knees and his hands on her thighs, holding them apart. Nique was already starting to shiver, anticipation hitting her the way climax often did.

“Hale!” she squealed breathfully.

“Hale!” “Hale!” “Hale!” the peanut gallery backed her up in gasping pantomime.

“Ignore them,” Hale said.

“This time,” Nique said, understanding what she was apart of. She bit the inside of her cheek as she and Hale began to rock together. “Je vais... I’m gonna—hah—!”

She reached behind him and took his ass cheeks in hand. She purred as she felt the muscle. His lips were on her throat, kissing and nipping. Her lungs struggled as her blush spread from her cheeks to her shoulders.

Hale was steady and strong. Nique was pushing off the pebbles with all of her arms and just her toes. Her body spasmed with her ragged warm breaths. She pulled his face from her neck.

They kissed, sloppily, inaccurately, ionately.

Nique squealed as her belly filled with fireworks and her skin tingled in waves. Gasping, twisting, she locked him in tightly. He struggled to keep his pace, her whole hips dragging with him, unwilling to let him go.

If she wanted him inside her, that was where Hale wanted to be. He thrust her down onto the bank. Grunting as climactically as she had been.

Her arms snapped around his neck, holding him in the crook of her elbow.

“Jesus Christ,” Hale grunted.

“Hale... Hale...” Nique sputtered. She felt the cum splashing into her. They eased down into a panting, sweating, gasping pile.

Casey’s toe poked Nique in the shoulder.

“Cool off in the water,” she said.

“Our turn,” Ivy said.

“Sometimes... I need a breather too,” Hale said.

Alicia slapped his ass and made his entire body jump against Nique’s embrace. But she then rubbed her ring-finger over his skin.

“Uh... Mes filles...” Nique said. “He’s hard inside me again...”

“Then wrap your legs on tight,” Reika said, giggling. “You’re still coming out in the water.”

A half-moon wandered the starlit sky as their bodies still moved in the river. Nique was feeling the strangest sexual feeling of her life. She gripped Reika’s hair madly, forcing the youngest girl’s face up and down Hale’s hard cock.

Nique accepted the kiss from Hale, making sure she yanked and shoved Reika’s head even harder all the while.

Reika squealed and grunted.

“Mon dieu! Are you OK?” Nique pulled Reika off of Hale’s dick. Reika coughed and sputtered.

“Trust me, she likes it this way,” Casey whispered in Nique’s ear.

“Put me back!” Reika said, grabbing Hale’s cock and jacking it off towards her lips.

Nique bit her lip. The next shove was twice as hard, but came with a twinge of terror by the spasm that started in Reika’s throat and shot up through Nique’s arms.

“Good job!” Casey said, molesting Nique’s hard nipples. “Give her hell!”

With a slap of Nique’s ass, Casey waded back to shore. Hale grabbed Nique for another kiss and Reika did her best to suck Hale down.

She was choking and spluttering. She slapped the water to stop.

“Is she really OK?” Nique worried. Hale grabbed her hands, the pair of them shoved Reika down to suck down the mouthful of cum.

Nique sat on her ankles, idly stroking Dakota’s hair in her lap. Alicia was wrapped around Hale’s hips with her legs. Her big titted body floated on the surface of the river as they slowly made love. The moon was setting, but there was still a lot of night left.

“God, I’m hungry,” Dakota said.

“We really didn’t think this through,” Ivy said.

“Shh...” Nique said. It wasn’t the worst thing to skip a meal. And there was something pristine in the starlight and hedonism of their little secret night spot.

Casey was lounging in the river, stepping in to keep Alicia’s face out of the water, while Hale had his long and languid fuck.

Nique’s fingers wandered down over Dakota’s stomach, inching towards the Native girl’s wet pussy.

“Anyone keeping track of our bottoms?” Dakota asked, spreading her legs and gasping as Nique began a slow finger of Dakota’s pussy.

“Reika’s on it,” Ivy said.

Reika was curled up on the grass above the pebbles, sleeping soundly.

“Someone should make sure she’s warm,” Dakota urged Ivy. “Just, uh, yeah... cuddle her... don’t wake her up...”

Ivy was half-tired from the long day and was soon asleep, holding the teenager. Dakota reached up and petted Nique’s face.

“Dominque,” Dakota said. “Je t’aime.

“Oui, je vous aime, aussi,” Nique said, trying to play with Dakota without really thinking about what she was doing.

“Take your time,” Dakota said, purring sleepily. Her voice broke with constant moans and yips.

“Fuck her good now!” Casey shouted, lifting Alicia’s shoulders up.

Nique smiled, slowly circling around Dakota’s clit as the night wound down.

The sound of the Jeep on gravel roused Casey, the latest sleeper, awake.

“They’re here!” Nique scrambled to the bikini top tree, hurrying into her bikini top.

“I can’t believe I slept that good on the ground...” Casey said.

“Tais-toi!” Nique said. “Reika! Where’s our bottoms?!”

“Me? What—”

“Ivy said—”

“Don’t take Ivy’s word for anything,” Dakota said, shushing Nique. She pointed to Hale who was carrying over a pile of bikini bottoms. He was already in his trunks.

“Oh my god!” Nique zipped across the pebbles, grabbed someone’s bottoms, and hopped panicked into them.

“Hey! You guys still down there?!” Derek called out, invisible from the good parking spot up the river.

“We’re almost up!” Dakota said. “Give us five minutes!”

“Sounds good!” he said.

Nique watched everyone get ready and sighed. “Is it always like this?”

“Not quite, but—”

“Wait! Where’s my bottom half?!” Alicia said.

“OK, it’s always like this,” Hale said, kissing Nique.

Nique smiled. She took a deep breath. “Pink, right? Alicia? Desole.”

“OK but then where did yours go?!” Alicia said, glaring at Nique’s butt. “I can’t sit in their Jeep without—”

“C’est-la,” Nique said, pointing across the river to the far bank. “Near that coyote.”

“They paid you for the trip up to their truck, right?” Jennifer asked Derek when she arrived with the first shuttle of the day.

“Yeah,” he said.

“So which one do you think he was fucking?” Jennifer asked. “I got the feeling the redhead was the girlfriend.”

Derek shrugged. “I dunno, whatever happened that night. No one was in a great mood this morning.”

Terry had been in Little Rock for almost seven days. He had been looking for cute waitresses at bars and taverns, anything that would lightning rod Hale and the rings. But after ten days, there’d been nothing.

Soren had nothing.

Linda wouldn’t talk about her son or the girls at all.

“If you want me to help, you’ll come home.”

Fuck!

He couldn’t do this on his own, and he knew for a fact that Linda was the best bet to get him in touch with Hale.

He called her again.

“Are you done with your goose chase?” she asked.

“I’m coming home,” he said.

He was tired of living out of a suitcase.

How the fuck had he missed the boy?