Pharma

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: MF, ncon, Msolo
Content Warnings: Hangovers and Nice furniture
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Tommy realizes what he did last night, and James has a plan...
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Chapter 26 (MF, ncon, Msolo)




Tommy woke up with one of the worst hangovers he’s had in his life. This wasn’t a lights-are-bright kind of hangover but please-turn-down-the-volume-on-the-toaster kind of hangover. Everything hurt. He looked around the…. Wait, this wasn’t his apartment. Tommy felt a sense of panic. This wasn’t his place and it wasn’t Morgana’s place either. As he moved slightly, he felt his head and stomach shift. It took a moment for his eyes to focus. The décor was crisp and cold, the couch was a fine leather couch, and the layout looked like he was in a living room.

He moved his head and smelled something. Coffee, coming from the left. Tommy moved his head slightly and saw a man sitting at a glass dining room table. It’s James. At least it looked like James. He sat at the table, looking at a laptop drinking a cup of coffee and some toast.

“Huh?” Tommy made a noise. James looked up from his screen.

“Oy, mornin’ Tommy boy! Howya feelin’?” James was unusually chipper this morning.

“Uhh…” Tommy took a moment but eventually pulled himself up to a sitting position. He looked around. James was sitting at the laptop, wearing a loose t-shirt with some band on it from the 80’s. He couldn’t make it out without his glasses. Even sitting up felt like toying with the fates.

“Get some brekky, you need it.” James said, barely looking up from his computer. Tommy was too miserable to even fight over using the term brekky for breakfast. He stood on unsteady legs and wobbled over to the table, wearing only the shorts he passed out in. The skinny young man plopped down in a chair at the dining table. The table was clear, which surprised Tommy. James wasn’t the friendly type or the type to host parties. If anything, he expected this table to be covered in work stuff and tools and random items from around the world.

“Mornin’ sleepyhead. Have fun last night?” James was extra loud and happy this morning. Even more so than he’s ever seen. Tommy looked at James with the intense blinding hatred of a thousand suns. Why did he have to be so loud? Tommy carefully grabbed his coffee and took a sip, then another. It was black. Tommy normally liked his coffee sweet, but this morning it was more of a drug than anything.

Tommy thought for a second about the night before. Everything after the last drink or two became a blur. All images and scenes were weird, jumbled together. They were talking, then he had another Negroni, Morgana was naked, he was in a wheelchair, he felt amazing, like he had sex on X, then some crying. Then more talking. He stared at his coffee for a moment, trying to make sense of it all.

“Havin’ trouble rememberin’? This’ll jog yer memory.” James turned the laptop to face Tommy and turned the volume up. James was watching porn. But it wasn’t just any porn, it was the secret camera from Morgana’s room. It was nighttime, and Drew was fucking Morgana. It took Tommy a moment to focus on the scene, but it wasn’t right. That wasn’t Drew fucking Morgana, he was passed out on the bed.

It was Tommy. He was fucking Morgana.

His eyes went as wide as saucers, but James just looked at him with a smile. “So, remember things now?” Tommy stared at the screen. There was enough light in the room to make out everyone there. Drew was passed out on top of the sheets. Morgana laid on her back, legs spread. Tommy, he was between Morgana’s legs, fucking her while she slept. He wanted to turn away, but he couldn’t. He knew this was from that website James and he used for the hidden cameras so this was real. He looked around the rest of the screen, looks like a few other videos were saved from last night and this morning. But try as he might, he couldn’t look away from his fucking the girl of his dreams. He stared at the screen as the Tommy in the video violated the sleeping Morgana, over and over.

He thought he was going to be sick. It could also be the hangover.

“Oh, here’s my favorite part.” James said as Tommy pulls out and nuts all over her. He then hears James at the doorway as he’s trying to clean Morgana off by rubbing her over the duvet. “Not the best way to clean up after a root.” The older man said as the video clip ends with Tommy waddling out of the room, pulling his shorts up.

Tommy looks stunned. He can’t believe it, but he had sex with Morgana the night before. No, this wasn’t sex. It was rape. He raped her. His head swam and spun from the realization, the guilt, and the hangover.

“The next video is you whining like a little bitch in the living room. The one after that is me taking my turn. Then I saved the clip of getting your dumb arse outta there.” James said all that with a chipper glee to his voice. It took Tommy a moment to unwind all of that in his mind.

“Wait, your turn?” Tommy looked at James like he was going to puke.

“Yeah, here.” James leaned over and reached around on the laptop to click the desired video. It showed James making sure that Morgana and Drew were still out cold. Then, he made some joke about asking Drew if he could fuck his wife, then flipped her over on the bed and fucked her. He fucked her for a few minutes before he came inside her. The video then finished with James cleaning up both of their messes.

Tommy stared at the screen, jaw open, not sure what to make of what he just saw. He had no words. That’s when he jumped out of his seat and ran down the hallway. He made it to the bathroom just in time to vomit in the toilet. James brought the laptop back to face him while he heard Tommy retch a few times before flushing. A minute and half a bottle of mouthwash later, Tommy returned to the table.

“Good, ya didn’t hurl on my lappy.” James’s tone had returned to a more natural tone and volume. At least Tommy thought so. It could be that puking helped him feel better, too. The younger man grabbed his coffee and sipped it a few more times.

“Did we-“

“Fook’er? Yeah, we did.” James said, pulling up some more stuff from the hidden cameras in the couple’s condo.

“What do we do?” Tommy looked scared. He was not in the shape to have a million thoughts run through his mind. James looked at him, his scowl softening just a bit.

“We do nothing. Not a bloody thing. We just keep going on like normal.” Tommy looked like he wanted to retort, but James cut him off. “Look, one of two things’ll happen. She’ll find out we fooked her or not. She fooked Drew before passing out, so any signs of sex she’ll think were him. In fact, let’s see what they’re doing.”

James pulled up the real-time camera in the bedroom. The bedroom was empty. He switched to the master bath. Morgana stood in the shower. Rewinding a bit showed her walk slowly into the bathroom to brush her teeth, followed by Drew coming in to do the same. They both winced like they had bad hangovers, then kissed briefly and went about their business. Drew was in the dining room, drinking coffee and playing on his phone. Tommy was nervous, but James seemed to calm him down with what he said.

“See how they’re not losin’ their shit and calling the cops? If they suspected anything was wrong, they’d be calling the cops or loadin’ guns or any bloody thing other than relaxing and showering. If they suspected anything, they’d have blown up our phones by now looking for a fight. But they’re hung over and sore, and blame it on the booze and a late-night smash before bed.” Tommy looked at the screen again and relaxed a little bit.

“You mean we got away with that?”

“As long as you don’t do some stupid shite like call’er and tell’er we fooked’er and have video to prove it. Then we both go to jail and the friends of friends make us disappear.” James took a sip of his coffee. Tommy shook for a moment.

“Wait, what?”

“Did you ask any questions about this website? You’ve done IT work right? You know how much planning goes behind a hidden server, live camera streams, and a bunch of hidden network traffic?” Tommy nodded.

“Yeah, a lot. Now that you mention it, I see some weird stuff when I log in.” Tommy looked closer at the screen. It was similar but different to the one Tommy saw when he logged in.

“How so?”

Tommy took a sip of coffee before continuing. “Well, when I log in, for a brief second I see a lot more available streams than just Morgana’s. I’ve tried doing a screen capture, but it hasn’t worked. I’ll see a bunch of names but after a moment only Morgana’s appears.”

“And what does that tell ya?” The older man asked Tommy. He thought for a moment before responding. The fog of the hangover was slowly wearing off.

“That tells me that I have restricted access and there’s more women they’re spying on. There’s a lot more to that site than you’ve told me.”

James smiled. Tommy wasn’t dumb after all.

“Yer right. There’s a lot more than ya know. First, brekky.” James said before sipping his coffee. Tommy relented with the questions and had some black coffee and buttered toast.


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James spent the next two hours explaining the Club to Tommy. What it was, who they were, how they worked. Tommy guessed fairly quickly that Steve was a member since he helped with the IT setup of getting the spy cams up and running. He didn’t know anyone else, and James said that was a good thing. Tommy thought James was pulling his chain with these stories until James showed Tommy through the site unrestricted. He showed Tommy the rape of his neighbor Debbie, a good looking Asian American stewardess and James’s drugging and rape of Stephanie Connors. He showed a few other clips, mostly of women he didn’t know and of perpetrators that all went out of their way to stay hidden. There were a couple videos that confused Tommy. There was one with Steve and a few other men raping two young women and making a light-skinned black man watch, but another video showed the man wearing a ski mask fucking a woman in the back of a van. James explained that in one video he was a plant and treated like shit to get the women to believe he was on their side.

Tommy was dumbfounded. Was he no better than an average rapist?

“Of course yer better, these men are above average rapists. They’ve done this a long time and’ve never been caught.” James said before sipping his coffee again. Tommy looked shocked.

“Wait, they don’t get caught? How?”

“Most of these women never go to the cops. Those that do usually get a shitty cop that accuses them of askin’ for it or lyin’ about it. They’d much rather go ‘bout their lives then deal with this shit.”

Tommy sat back, watching the action on the screen. In this next video, a man built like James’s friend Steve and a chunky man were fucking a cute Asian woman and her girlfriend. It was a short best-of video one of the members put together, but it encapsulated the tone. The little woman used the men to capture and rape the bigger woman, then played along in the attack. He shook his head at the craziness of the whole thing.

“This whole thing is, just, wow. I mean, I knew you were into some crazy shit months ago when you told me to help you fuck Morgana, but I never thought in a million years shit like this existed.” Tommy tried to act like he was disgusted or reviled by this, but he couldn’t. The videos intrigued him. If he were at home and alone, he’d be jerking off like a caged monkey right about now. But the fact that these were real women, he was both excited and curious.

“So, once again how does this work? And why tell me about it now?” Tommy leaned in closer, trying to tune out the muffled screams of the big athletic lesbian getting buttfucked on the video.

“Basic rules, no kids, no killin’, no beatin’, no talkin’ ‘bout the Club. There’s normally a vettin’ process but you’ve already passed. They looked into you when I was brought in. You’re a low-level member already so you can view Morgana’s cams and vids. If you want more, need to do more. Normally it’s a trade, you offer up a woman to someone, they have their fun-“

“You mean rape them.” Tommy interrupted James with his statement.

“Yeah, what are’ya, a fookin’ fed? Record the attack so there’s proof and video of the fun times, then you get one in return. That’s what I did with that teacher bitch.” The last statement caught Tommy’s attention.

“Wait, you said Stephanie Connors was a teacher. A few weeks back you left dinner for a blind date with a teacher named Stephanie. That was this?”

“Yep.” James said. Before he could continue, he received a message through IM on the site. He opened the chat window.

“Shit, it’s Pedro.”

“Who’s Pedro?” Tommy asked. James read the message and responded. Another message, and another reply.

“He’s the admin of the site. Don’t know much ‘bout him besides he runs this in the background. Askin' if I think you should be brought in the full way, said that little video with Morgana was pretty hot and would open the site up the rest of the way for ya.”

Tommy thought for a moment. He should be absolutely disgusted by this, even the mere thought of doing anything like this is beyond the pale. But at the same time, he crossed an uncrossable line last night when he fucked Morgana. The more he thought about it, the more he realized the uncomfortable truth.

If he had the chance, he’d probably do it again.

“I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to, right?” Tommy asked.

“Nah, our end is completely voluntary. If ya wanna be a full member, need to make an offerin’.” James said, typing in a response to Pedro. Tommy thought for another moment before nodding.

“Ever seen Boondock Saints?”

“No.”

“I’m Willem Dafoe in drag and I just went too far. Instead of backing down, I’m whacking all the mobsters. Fuck it, I’m in. But no one else goes after Morgana until or unless I say so.” Tommy said the last part sternly. James caught the message and typed. Pedro responded.

“Good, yer in. He’ll have yer full access ready by the time you log in next. Remember, don’t say shite to anyone. I don’t know all the details, but they know people that can make ya disappear if ya fook with’em.” James put some earnestness into voice to get the point across to Tommy. The younger man responded by nodding.


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The two men spent most of the day going over basics about the Club. Tommy saw a video with a woman he hooked up with once. It was kind of weird seeing her get dicked by some middle-aged man in a mask. Still, she never screamed like that for him.

At some point in the afternoon Morgana put a message in the group chat asking how everyone was doing. Everyone was hungover earlier but were doing fine now. They all wished Drew luck on his upcoming trip as the married couple spent the day at home.

Tommy went home in the evening. He had a lot of work to do and really wanted to spend more time on the Club’s website. On the spycam, he recorded a couple of Morgana and Drew’s fuck sessions, including once where Morgana gave Drew a little ‘going away present’ by letting him take her in the ass. The way she looked with a dick up her butt was intoxicating. He wished he had a better close-up of her face when he popped her ass. By the time they went to bed, they were both sore and Tommy’s arm and dick were worn out from a long night watching them.

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To Be Continued...

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story setup
Content Warnings: Loneliness and Critiquing Pizza
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Morgana wishes Drew a safe trip and gets lonely...
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Chapter 27




Trips to the airport are often bittersweet. One couple says their goodbyes, another reunites after a break. New adventures begin and old roads are travelled once again. Sadness, love, loneliness, excitement and anxiety all live at the airport. It’s the people that change, sliding into their roles as needed. Today, it was Drew and Morgana’s turn to cry as the newlyweds parted so that the husband could travel across the world for a few weeks. They cried as they parted, kissing several times before he reluctantly pulled himself away and towards the first security checkpoint. Morgana stood back, crying as she watched her husband, her love, walk away with his luggage.

She stood there for a few minutes before she made her way back to the parking garage. She could have easily just dropped him off outside, but wasn’t sure how long this would take. This was the first time they’ve been apart since they started dating a few years earlier. Ever since they moved in together back in college, the longest they’ve been apart was a long weekend trip. This was going to be a few weeks, and she was missing him before she even made it to the parking pass machine.

Morgana drove home. She originally was going to take a long lunch and return to work, but she just didn’t feel like it. She was a mess and didn’t want to deal with any of her coworkers wanting to know what was wrong. The only one in her group she trusted was Bianca, and even that she couldn’t go too far. Her boss was her friend, but still her boss. She texted Bianca from the parking lot and said she’d skip the rest of the day. A simple “K” back was all she needed. As Morgana continued home, she figured that Bianca knew this was the likely outcome.

A quick detour to a drive-thru and she was back at her condo a little after 2PM. She hated this stuff on a conscious level but felt lonely and what fills loneliness more than a fake meat hamburger and fries? Drew texted her a couple times, letting her know that he was through security and getting on the first plane. There were no direct flights from Harbor City to Melbourne. Instead, he had to take 3 flights Harbor City to Second City Chicago, then Chicago to L.A. then Los Angeles to Melbourne with 4 hours of layovers between the two stops. His first flight would take off in a few minutes, and she Facetimed him while having her lunch. She wouldn’t feel calm until he touched down in Melbourne. Hell, she wouldn’t relax until she saw her husband and her sister in the same place at the same time. Then, she’d know he was safe.

Speaking of her sister, Morgana scrolled through the Facetime app and dialed Aislinn. It wasn’t until her younger sister picked up and the room was filled with darkness that Morgana realized the time. It was 5:30AM for her sister.

“Huh?” Aislinn mumbled, the phone bouncing around before settling on its owner’s chin.

“I’m sorry, I forgot what time it was back home. I’ll call ya later.”

“What’s up?” Aislinn said, finishing the question with a yawn.

“Sorry. Drew’s on the first plane ride to Chicago and is on his way. I’ll call back in a couple hours.” Before Morgana could hang up the call, Aislinn was snoring.

Morgana spent the next few hours sitting on the couch, depressed. She lightened up when Drew called her from Chicago. His layover was long enough for him to get some deep-dish pizza for dinner. They talked while he ate and made some weird observations about the food. So far he’s had pizza from a few different places in Australia and the United States, but nothing compared to this Chicago-Style pizza. It was “more like a bread casserole than a pizza.” It tasted good, but calling it a pizza wasn’t right. “It is its own category. This needs a fork and knife, pizza shouldn’t need a bloody fork!” The mini-rant about bread covered in sauce, meat, and cheese made Morgana laugh. It was short lived as she realized he wouldn’t be with her tonight, but at least she could talk to him this way.

Drew’s rant about the mislabeling of deep-dish pizza was inspired and lengthy. How a society could have the same type of food, watch them evolve to completely different meals yet call them the same thing frustrated and intrigued him. He was already looking forward to what Californians called pizza. He figured it would probably have avocados, vegan cheese, and organic grass-fed meat where the animals weren’t butchered but slowly talked to death to the point where they gave up the will to live. He went on longer than he should, but the truth was he already missed his wife and just wanted to talk to her a little more. Eventually his phone started to lose battery life and he went in search of a charger before his next flight. By the time he was on his next flight it would be evening in Harbor City and he would land at around 11PM for her. He let her know he would text soon before his next flight took off.

She tried to pass the time by herself but was lonely. She had some of the masala he made her yesterday but wasn’t too hungry. She cleaned a little, neatening up a few small messes they made over the weekend. She thought about doing laundry, but didn’t want to deal with that now. Besides, the bed still smelled like him and she didn’t want to give that up yet. She checked the sheets and duvet again, they were a mess but it was their mess.

Morgana gave up for the night on trying to be productive around 7PM and texted Tommy and James in the group chat. Drew was in the air and just wanted some friends to chat with. She tried calling Aislinn but her sister was already at work. Tommy responded, asking her how she was doing and if she needed anything. She felt better knowing that she had good friends in these two blokes. James was like that gruff uncle that was surprisingly sweet when he needed to be. Tommy was that funny, kind, and flirty friend that never took things too far. Her thoughts drifted for a moment about Tommy and how good looking he was. If she were single…

She quickly scolded herself for thinking about him like that. He’s made no moves on her, and is too good of a friend to even try. He wasn’t like most guys that get all sad or mad because she’s married. If he hadn’t dated Tammy, she’d have thought he might be a pufter. Not that there’s anything wrong with that these days, but Tommy didn’t strike her as the type that would pressure her or hit on her and expect it to go anywhere. Plus, he’s always so well dressed and groomed, she just assumed he was gay when they first met.

It was a little after 11PM when Drew called her from LAX. He was tired and looking forward to a long sleep on the flight to Melbourne. She wasn’t asleep and they talked for a while he had dinner from California Pizza Kitchen. To his surprise it was an actual pizza and not some crazy experiment. He ordered the BBQ Chicken Pizza and enjoyed it. And he recognized it as pizza, a piece of bread covered with a sauce and cheese that is held by the hands and eaten in slices. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the deep-dish pizza, but it needs to be in a category of its own. Comparing the two pizzas was like comparing a Ute and a Tram. They both get someone from Point A to Point B but do it in completely different ways.

She stayed up as late as she could, but by midnight she was barely hanging on. His plane for Melbourne was about to board. She asked Drew to text her sister the flight info so she could pick him up from the airport. At least, that’s what he thought she said in between the yawns. They said their goodnights and Morgana went to sleep. Drew boarded his plane a short while later.

Morgana busied herself the next day with work. She called Aislinn when it was 02:Fucking Early AEDT. They chatted for a bit and her little sister promised that she would pick up Drew from the airport. It would be a little early, but she could take the time off from work. Besides, both her and Drew would be working in the same office.

It was around the end of the workday when she received the first text from her husband that he landed safely. About a half hour later right as she arrived home, her phone beeped with an incoming Facetime call from Aislinn. Morgana answered as she entered the building and saw Drew’s face squeezed into the frame with her sister. She talked as she climbed the stairs up to her condo, not risking dropping the call in the elevator. From what it looked like, Morgana was the only one who had a decent night’s sleep. Drew said that he slept a little on the plane but wasn’t able to properly stretch out and the guy next to him watched an entire season of Big Bang Theory before finally passing out. Aislinn had her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and wore her glasses, a sign that she didn’t feel like screwing with her contacts this morning. They talked for a bit before getting in the car for his hotel. On this first trip, the company was paying for a stay at a nice hotel while he searched for a houseshare or rental nearby. Aislinn had offered Drew the spare couch which he said he might take her up on, but seeing how she had roommates of her own and she was looking at leaving in the next few months, it might not be the best move long term. If he was going to spend half of the next 6 months or year in Melbourne, he should find a place to stay while in town. He was already planning the logistics of it and how to get out of this assignment early so he could stay full time in the states.

Morgana was sad when they hung up. She was alone, thousands of miles from her family. Her husband and sister were on the other side of the world, and he’s talking about renting an apartment down there. She wanted them up here, with her. She wanted to start a family up here, not bounce around the world. She cried for a bit before her phone buzzed. It was Tommy in the group chat, asking how she was doing. She tried to put on a brave face over text, but Tommy kept poking in just the right ways. It’s almost like he could read her thoughts sometimes. Eventually she admitted that she could use some company and it was Drew of all people, worn out from his trip, that recommended that they get something to eat. “Anything but deep-dish pizza. That didn’t sit right the entire flight to L.A.” Morgana agreed, but not for that night. She had some cleaning to do and had just gotten home. She offered the next night. Tommy agreed and recommended a local Thai place. James said that he’d try but he couldn’t promise anything since he had a lot of work to catch up on. Thai it was, then.

For the first time in a couple days, she felt happy. She was glad to have friends who cared about her so much.


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To Be Continued...

[LtBroccoli]

I'm taking a couple days off from posting to work on some other stories, should be back this weekend.

[peterfrisk]

Some other stories, that sounds really interesting. Hope to see them here really soon. Just don’t take to long in the continuation of pharma though

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
Content Warnings: Voyeurism and Defending deep dish pizzas
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Tommy explores The Club...
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Chapter 28




Tommy spent most of his time away from work the past couple days going through an existential crisis. Ever since the events of Saturday night, the same questions have rolled around in his mind like the stone in a can of spray paint.

‘Am I a rapist?’

‘Would I know if I was?’

‘When did I cross the line?’

‘Can I go back?’

‘Do I want to?’

That last question scared the hell out of him every time he thought about it. By technical definition he could be called a rapist, but he had extenuating circumstances. James drugged him with some Molly, and he was so drunk he didn’t remember anything. But doesn’t that mean he was at his truest, most base version of himself then, with no rational thought process to hold him back or tell him right from wrong? And if he is a rapist, has he always been one and just lacked the opportunity or desire, or is this a new development? He didn’t feel any different than he did last week before he raped Morgana, and no one called him out on it. But, who could he talk to about it? James put him in this mess, and everyone that was part of the Club were also rapists, so they have a slanted point of view. He couldn’t ask anyone at work, either in the office or on the construction site. The office rumor mill would get back to Morgana and the guys in the field would high-five him for getting laid. Plus, anything attached to him would probably get the cops involved. No, he couldn’t talk to anyone about it. At least not attached to him.

He made a vague post on Reddit using a throwaway account and posted it through a VPN, but all he received were comments calling it fake, drama, or bullshit. A couple posts told him to go kill himself, and a few others went all White Knight on his ass. Out of about 100 comments, maybe two or three were useful and not full of hate. Even that left him confused.

Then there was the Club itself. This website had so much to offer the newly graduated rapist looking to pursue a Master’s in Forced Sexual Intercourse. He never knew this kink existed, and now that he’s tasted it he doesn’t want to go back. There was something so disturbing, so visceral, so…real about this. Even if he never watched the actual attack videos, the hidden livestreams he watched of random strangers was intoxicating. He’d develop a few new favorites over the last couple days. It looked like a lot of condos similar to the Williams’s were wired, as well as some cheap looking ones with dozens of young women in them. Tommy assumed those were apartments in Collegetown, and he was right. Almost all of them bitched about tests around the same time, classes, and being dirt poor. His favorites from this new batch were a couple of roommates at Harbor City University named Jordan and Riley. They were both athletes. Riley was a sophomore on the women’s soccer team while Jordan was a freshman on the women’s tennis team. Not only were they absolutely amazing to look at, they were also funny and flirty with each other. They would both flirt with each other but stop right before things got too sexy. They were gonna get drunk and fuck, Tommy knew it. But being so caught up in these other stories confused the young man more and more.

The only thing that didn’t confuse him was how much his desire to be with Morgana intensified. He’d fucked her once, but she was out of it. He wanted her to know he was there, to know that he loved her and would do anything for her. But, he couldn’t scare her off by acting like some love-sick stalker. Even though he was now a love-sick stalker, he couldn’t let her know. He’d watched and rewatched the video of him fucking Morgana’s unconscious body more than a dozen times in the last couple days. The first few times he remembered bits and pieces, but now he couldn’t recall anything new.

When Tommy wasn’t exploring the Club’s treasure trove of rape porn and voyeur videos, he would check in on Morgana. He knew that Drew was flying back to Melbourne soon, but needed to play it cool. He’s the good friend that would never make a move, that’s why Drew seems to trust him. Tommy knew that if Drew suspected Tommy of trying to take his girl for a second, he’d be on the next plane back and beat the shit out of him. Not that Tommy didn’t think he couldn’t take him, but he’s learned to never underestimate Aussies by this point.

Tommy thought long and hard about his plans, his ideas on how to make Morgana his. This would be difficult beyond words. Here was a beautiful woman with a well-off husband who did everything for her. Everything except be there for her right now.

The young man pulled up the video of Morgana in the apartment alone. She was Facetiming Drew from some airport, probably O’Hare from the sounds of the rant about deep-dish pizza. Tommy didn’t get the hate from the food purists out there, he loved a good deep-dish. Last time he was in Chicago he went to Pequod’s and had a meeting with the food gods in the form of a pepperoni pizza. If Morgana was a pizza, she’d be Pequod’s. Eventually the conversation ended and Morgana tried to keep herself busy. Around 7PM she texted Tommy and James on the group chat and they all talked for a bit. She tried putting on a brave face, but Tommy could see in the camera that she was deluding herself. He couldn’t be too aggressive with that line on the group chat, though. He played it cool, waited for her change the subject.

After a while Tommy decided to peruse some of the Club’s video library. This site was crazy. He found a section where the trades were made and looked at some of the recent ones. He watched some random man talk with another man about a trade, a stewardess for a teacher. Tommy was intrigued and looked into it further. He didn’t know who was who because no one used names, only numbers. Everyone had a four-digit number. Tommy’s was 1512. He read the chat logs back and forth between the two men. Looking at the details, Tommy surmised that this was James’s trade. James had mentioned that the teacher was named Stephanie and sure enough, this was the trade in mention. He skipped to the videos, watching Debbie get raped in her own bed and Stephanie get drugged and raped in hers. He then explored a few other videos. He watched one with a young blonde named Stephanie who was attacked in her apartment, and another with a college-aged girl that was picked up off the street and gangraped in the back of a van. There were some low-quality films that looked like they had to have been filmed back in the early 00’s. One in particular that was both disturbing and exciting was a video of a fat older man and a skinny younger man as they broke into a house and tied up a blonde mother with some big ole titties. While playing with her, her daughter comes home and they capture her. The fat one fucks the daughter in front of the mother while the skinny man slaps mom’s tits. Then the skinny one fucks the mom, then they both take turns on the daughter and make the women fuck each other, then ass fuck them both and end the session by making the women eat each other’s asses. Tommy added a few new things to his list of fantasies.

He let things simmer for a day before checking on Morgana again. After he came home from work, he checked on the cameras again. This time she was crying. He rewound and listened to the conversation. Drew had arrived in Melbourne and her sister picked him up at the airport. Drew mentioned off-handedly about renting a house or apartment down there since he’ll be making a lot of trips in the upcoming months. She hated that thought and broke down as soon as they hung up. Tommy decided this was a good time to hit her up and take her out. He pushed and prodded at just the right points to get her to admit she was lonely. Of course, having a secret window into her life made knowing her so much easier. This went on for a while until Drew recommended that she go out with Tommy. She relented and agreed for a friendly date the next night, just two friends going out for dinner.

Tommy saw that as a major win. Not only would he get some alone time with her, but he would do so as the non-threatening friend. He knew that disinterest creates interest. The sexiest cologne a man can wear is confidence. By acting disinterested, that creates the illusion of confidence. If a man can thrive without a woman, she then tries harder and gains interest. But, there’s a fine line between disinterest and boredom. Nothing puts off a woman faster than desperation except being boring and not caring. He has to be interested in her as a friend and person, not as a sex toy. No matter how much he wants to fuck her, he has to play this cool.

By the end of the summer, he’d fuck her again. He knew it. He promised it.

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To Be Continued...

[LtBroccoli]

Some other stories, that sounds really interesting. Hope to see them here really soon. Just don’t take to long in the continuation of pharma though

Thanks Pete. Aside from being busy IRL, I spent some time last week writing "I Want In" for the Femdom contest. It's Bubbles's origin story for the Club, or at least a 5k word version. And I just posted "The Club’s Quasi-Annual Bake Sale".

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
Content Warnings: It's a very Pun-ishing chapter
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Tommy gets closer to Morgana, but he desires more...
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Chapter 29



Morgana and Tommy had a wonderful night out that Thursday. The food at ‘Thai and Stop Me’ was pretty good, a lot better than the punny name suggested. It was rated better than Thai Foon, My Thai, Thai Tanic, 5 Thais, and AppeThaiZing, and the next highest rated one Thai Ranosaurs was too far of a drive to check out. The two had a good night out enjoying each other’s company.

They went out a few more times over the next couple weeks while Drew was down in Melbourne. Most of the time it was just for dinner or drinks, but they did go to the movies once. It was the newest of the Marvel movies that makes some sense by itself but to truly appreciate requires a college degree in films based off of comic books. They also went on a couple nature hikes. The two of them went running a couple times, but Tommy wasn’t able to keep up with her pace for long. She revitalized her enjoyment of running and he was lucky to not pull something during warmups.

Tommy played the caring friend who didn’t take things too far. On the outside, he was calm and happy. On the inside, being this close to her without being able to do anything was tearing him up. He’d gotten past his guilt of raping her in her sleep and now desired to be with her, yearned to be with her. But he knew he had one chance of playing this right and he couldn’t rush it. The fact that he might destroy her marriage and hurt his new friends in the process seemed to be secondary to his wants and needs. ‘Is this how psychopaths feel?’ He asked himself that more than once.

The way he figured it was like this. If he made the moves now, she’d run away and retreat to Drew, possibly even follow him back home to Australia. If he made the first move at all, that showed her he was only interested in her as a lover, not a friend. But, if she made the first move, he’d let it go to a certain point before pulling back. Like, say they go out drinking and she wants to dance and gets all grindy. He won’t stop her on the dance floor. But if she continued it later on in the Uber on the way home, then he might stop things. Maybe.

As June went on, everyone fell into recognizable patterns. Morgana would wake up, run near her apartment complex, shower, go to work, come home, eat, call Drew or Aislinn or her former Maid of Honor Tabitha and talk for a couple hours before going to bed. On Thursdays and the weekend, her and Tommy would go out. Tuesdays, he would bring over dinner and they’d hang out. Sometimes Tommy would talk to Drew and Aislinn when he visited Morgana’s condo, talk about how things were going. Tommy couldn’t help but be a little flirty with Aislinn. First, it put Drew at ease that Tommy wasn’t trying to fuck his wife and second, Aislinn was hot as fuck. Tommy found out that Aislinn worked in the same office as Drew so not only were they in-laws, she worked with him. She’d finished up law school and was going for something called the Barrister’s Reading soon. At least that’s what it sounded like. It was the equivalent of passing the bar exam in the states and would let her practice law. “Smart and good looking. Nice.” He caught himself saying out loud one day. The flirting from both ends turned up intensity following that exchange.

Morgana’s day to day routine was helped by Tommy’s presence, but all it did to do was remind her of her husband overseas. She was incredibly lonely that first month and would often cry herself to sleep. The only thing that helped with the unbearable weight of loneliness was counting down the days until Drew was back in her arms again. He’d return at the end of the month, then would be up in town for a couple weeks before going back to Melbourne. The day to day and week to week routines helped pass the time.

Another thing that passed the time was looking at home listings around Harbor City. The two of them had talked about moving into a new home within the next year once they saved up enough for a good down payment. What helped was that Harbor City’s cost of living was relatively low for the country. Before they moved, they figured it would be 3 or 4 years before they’d have enough saved up to get even a small house in California. But over in the Rust Belt, they had enough saved up after 6 months for a down payment. And this wasn’t for some cheap little bungalow but a large 4 to 5 bedroom house that could easily hold a few families in one of these new neighborhoods with an HOA. Morgana would often share a listing in their group chat, getting Tommy and James’s opinion. James always pointed out the HOA’s and how he didn’t like them. He also wasn’t a big fan of the newer houses and the ‘cookie-cutter’ designs but offered to help them if they went ahead. He knew some building inspectors that would lend a hand and owed him a favor.

Meanwhile, Tommy’s routine was much of the same. Wake up, check Morgana’s cams, save footage, go to work, come back, check on Morgana, watch something, work out a little, look at Morgana’s video feed again, go to sleep. Depending on the mood, he’d watch something on Netflix or one of the videos from the Club. Sometimes it was recorded videos of attacks but recently he’s been perusing the live streams of the apartment buildings in Collegetown. Most of them were empty due to summer break but the ones that were filled offered great videos. He often found himself going back to Jordan and Riley’s videos. Recently they had a fight because Jordan invited her boyfriend over without telling Riley but the boyfriend was actually a gay guy. At least Tommy thought he was gay. No way he could be that dense and not pick up on her signals. Riley was madder that Jordan wasn’t spending more time with her. One of these days, they’d have a drunken make-out session to clear out their built-up stress. He didn’t have to ask if he had a problem, he knew it.

When Drew’s first stint in Melbourne ended, everyone gave the couple the weekend alone. Well, almost alone. Tommy still recorded their round-the-clock fuckfest. Every which way, every position, and every toy they had lying around was used. Tommy saved all of it for future viewing. And current viewing. All the porn watching got him so horny he almost called his ex, Tammy. Though, cooler heads prevailed and he decided against it.

The last week in June rolled into the July 4th weekend. Drew and Morgana decided to take a trip down to D.C. for that weekend. It would be their first time there as tourists. They said they had a layover there once before, but didn’t have enough time to go out and see the sights. James asked Tommy if he wanted to come along with him up to his friend’s place by a nearby lake, but Tommy declined. The younger man was going to hang out with some of his friends from college one last time and get into ‘some stupid shit.’ James sighed and wished Tommy well.

That Thursday, everyone cut out from work a little early. Tommy wrapped things up and got a hold of his friends from school. Drew and Morgana packed up the Mercedes and drove down to Washington, D.C. And James loaded up his truck for the 3 hour drive up north to Lake Hiawatha to hang out with his old friend, Bob.

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To Be Continued...

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: MF, ncon
Content Warnings: Yacht Rock and Camping Hipsters
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Tommy's weekend takes an unexpected turn...
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Chapter 30 (MF,ncon)




Tommy got the text from James after he’d already agreed to hang out with his old college buddies. While he was intrigued, he’d given his word to a few of his old friends that they’d spend the weekend together. They’d planned on going whitewater rafting, do some camping, and maybe pick up some chicks on the way. 10 long time buddies from Delta Tau Delta. Well, that was the original plan.

The first to fall from the group was Lawrence a.k.a. LL. Work caught up with him this weekend and he had to fly out of town Friday morning. Next was Mason 1. He and his wife had a big fight about him going out “with the guys” and he decided it would be better if he stayed along with her. Mason 2 dropped out next when his girlfriend invited him to their summer home in the Hamptons for the weekend. Gay Carl got sick and Straight Carl was depressed. Sully’s wife was expecting soon so he was out of any plans for the next 20 years. Reverend Roy was on house arrest, and The Wop ghosted everyone for the last week. That left Tommy and Mitch, and Mitch confessed that he hated camping. He only did it because everyone else was doing it. This all happened by Friday afternoon. Instead of going camping, they figured they’d just go out drinking a couple times this weekend.

Friday night they decided to hit up some bars in Collegetown. That didn’t go too well for them. First off, none of the colleges were in session so the only people around were those that stayed over the entire summer, and most of them didn’t frequent the bars. Eventually they bounced from Collegetown and made their way to the Main Shore. They ran into a different problem here. They were the “old guys” at most of the bars they went to. Tommy and Mitch were both 26, but there’s a world of difference between a 26-year-old going to the bar and how a 21-year-old acts. There’s not nearly as much to connect over, and it feels kind of awkward to make a move on them. Sure, everyone’s legal here, but it’s like playing a video game on Easy, almost not worth the effort. Friday night was more of a bust than anything else.

Saturday, the pair decided to just stay local and hit up a restaurant with a bar in it. Nothing too crazy, just one of the spots out in the Farrell Township area that was close to where they worked and lived. It was an Italian restaurant called Antonio’s. It had good food but was one of the more popular places to hang out on the weekends in the area. Nothing said getting old like looking forward to a night at Antonio’s. But hey, at least it wasn’t Buffalo Wild Wings or Olive Garden.

Much to Tommy’s surprise, the place was packed and lively. Recognizable music played at an acceptable volume for people to have conversations without screaming but also let people dance if they wanted, the drinks were a little higher quality, and the patrons ranged from the upper 20’s to their 60’s. There were a lot of good-looking women dressed nice. That’s when he realized the unspeakable truth.

Tommy had outgrown the club scene.

Mitch, on the other hand, hadn’t realized that the slow creeping hand of Father Time was catching up to him. He was still in the Thots and Shots stage of life. He bitched and moaned about the place for a while until he was ready to bounce. That’s when Tommy noticed a woman across the bar. She was blonde, pretty, a little on the shorter side, and sat alone. She looked a little like Morgana. Tommy decided that he was going to say hello.

While Mitch was calling for an Uber, Tommy made his way over and introduced himself. He did the quick check of both of them. His breath was okay, he wasn’t too drunk, she looked like she was alone, no wedding ring that he could tell. She wore a light dress, airy looking with lilac accents. Her blonde hair had a slight wave to it, ending at her shoulders. When she turned her head, he saw her ice blue eyes. She smiled briefly at him as he approached her.

“Hi.” Tommy said as he smiled, letting his charms take over. He saddled up next to her at the bar.

“Hi.” She smiled in return. She took a look at him, taking in his tall skinny frame and thick-rimmed ‘Clark Kent’ glasses. His purple button-up shirt worked well together with his black slacks and black dress shoes.

“See that guy right there.” Tommy pointed at Mitch, who was playing on his phone. “If he comes over, just say anything in a foreign language and pretend that you know me.” Tommy smiled a little as he said that, taking a quick glance as the blonde.

“Huh?”

“He’s my friend, but he wants to leave and I saw you over here, wanted to say hi. Hi. I’m Tommy.”

“Ella. Why the foreign language?” She looked a little confused at his request.

“Give me time to put on a disguise and lose him. Plus, I figure it’d sound cute coming from you.” Tommy pulled a pair of fake glasses with a Groucho Marx nose and mustache and put them on over top of his regular glasses. “Think it’ll work?”

Ella laughed at the ridiculous scene in front of her. Here was this tall, cute younger man pulling a ridiculous trick to get to know her. He was laying it on thick, but just thick enough to still be cute.

“If yer gonna go that far for my name, whatchya doin’ for my number?” Ella asked, letting a little smirk cross her face.

“I don’t know, I haven’t gotten that far yet. Might need magic kit, maybe pull a hat out of a rabbit.”

“You mean a rabbit out of a hat.” Ella said. Tommy put a shocked look on his face.

“Oh, I’ve been doing it wrong all these years. Shouldn’t have gotten that magic kit from the Dollar Store. Feel bad for Colonel Floppityflop.” Tommy tried to repress a laugh until Ella laughed. It didn’t take more than a second for her to laugh. She motioned for him to sit, shaking her glass of wine in her free hand. He took the glasses off.

“What brings ya ‘round?” When Ella spoke, Tommy picked up her Australian accent. It was subtle, more like Drew and Morgana’s but slightly different.

“Came out for the night, chance to meet new people. You?”

“Same. Where ya from?” Ella asked. Tommy took a sip of his beer.

“Me, I’m from Chicago originally but moved out here for school and then work. What about you, what brings you all the way across the world to Harbor City?” Tommy said, catching Ella a little by surprise. She changed her voice, putting on a fake American accent, almost Texan.

“What says I’m not from the States like Texas?”

“Well, if you were Texan you’d introduce yourself as Texan before American. And you’re not carrying an AR strapped to your back, and I haven’t been shot yet.” Ella chuckled at Tommy’s response.

“I’m from Australia.” Ella said, taking a sip of her white wine.

“Cool, which part?” Tommy took a sip of his beer.

“The capital.” Ella took another sip.

“Canberra.” Tommy replied, Ella almost choked on her drink.

“How? Yanks never get that on the first try.”

“My boss is from Perth and I have some friends from Melbourne. I kept guessing wrong and he made me walk home. What are you having?”

“This? Just a Riesling, unless you’re buying something different.” Ella smiled. Tommy flagged down the bartender.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender was in his late 30’s, dressed nicely for the bar staff.

“Do you have Old Young’s Gin?” Tommy asked. Ella looked on in surprise.

“Yes, we do.”

“Could we get 2 Negroni’s made with Old Young’s?” Tommy asked. The bartender nodded.

“Sure thing.” The bartender went off and prepared the drinks. A minute later, he handed them to Tommy. He took one and gave one to Ella. They both took a sip of their drinks.

“Very nice. So, how did you-“ Ella stopped mid-sentence, then uttered something that Tommy didn’t understand. He took that as his cue to put his Groucho glasses back on. Mitch walked over to Tommy, who pretended not to know him. Mitch just shook his head.

“I’m heading out, getting an Uber. Text me later.”

“Copy that.” Tommy said before giving Mitch a bro-hug. Tommy left the glasses on for a moment. Ella laughed at the ridiculousness of the moment.


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Ella and Tommy spent the next hour or so talking and drinking. He found out that she was in work for business. She worked for a company that specialized in consulting other companies on green building initiatives. She was a few years older than Tommy at 31, but still looked damn fine. She was flying back to Australia in a few days.

Ella had a good buzz going on and was feeling relaxed and a little flirty. This Yank was pretty cute, and seemed into her. She was leaving the country in a few days, ‘might as well have a little fun’ she thought. Her hotel was maybe a kilometer and a half away, or as Tommy said ‘about a mile.’ She was glad that she wore lower heels for the walk but she was definitely shorter than Tommy as they walked together. Even with the heels she was barely 1.3 meters tall, and Tommy’s close to 2 meters. ‘What did he say, 6’3”?’ Whatever it was, it’s tall. They walked together, at first holding hands then pulled in closer, arms around each other. He leaned in for a kiss right outside the hotel door. They kissed for a moment before breaking.

Tommy looked down at Ella as they walked, and he felt a fire grow inside. He knew he had to fuck her. She moved to go inside and he followed her, staying with her. A brief moment later and they were in the elevator, full-on making out. A minute later, and she’s getting her key card for her room out. Before Ella realized it, the door was open and they were on her bed, Tommy on top of her. His hands explored her, sliding up underneath her dress rubbing her ass and grabbing at her panties.

Ella felt a shock flash across her body as she laid there on the bed under him. All of this was happening so fast. She just met him, still barely knew his name, and here he was undressing her on her hotel bed. She had a moment of clarity as she felt him grab at her panties and tug.

“Wait, wait, let’s slow down a-“ Ella didn’t finish that sentence as Tommy went in and kissed her, silencing her protests. She felt him lift her bum just a bit as he pulled them over her hips and down her legs. She wanted him to stop for a moment, but everything happened so fast. She tried to push him off of her to get her bearings, but he just held her tighter and undid her dress. She again tried to push this man off of her, but he moved her hands to his dress shirt. Instinctively, she unbuttoned his shirt while he undid his pants. Before she knew it, they were naked on her bed. She tried to protest, to get him to slow down, to stop, to listen, but each movement he made either silenced her or ignored her. When she tried to slow things down, he played with her little tittes, exciting her. When she tried to keep her legs closed, he went to work on her twat, rubbing her clit to get her to open up for him. Even if she could say it, he wasn’t taking no for an answer. The only thing she could get out was making sure he had protection.

Tommy wasn’t going to let this opportunity get away. Ella was too sweet to let get away. She was a cutie in her own right, but the way she talked and walked reminded him so much of Morgana it wasn’t funny. She even wore the same type of perfume. He wouldn’t be denied. He ignored the pushing and pawing him away and kept going. He had her panties off quickly and had her dress loosened before she knew what was going on. When she went to talk, he’d kiss her to shut her up. When she tried to shy away, he’d play her body like a fiddle. He wasn’t going to stop until he was satisfied. All normal rules of conduct were out the window. ‘Besides, it’s not like she said no. She even asked if I had a condom.’ He told himself that this counted as consent.

While he slid himself into her, Tommy could her Ella gasp. She was wet, at least wet enough to get to the action soon. He slid in and out easily at first to make sure that he didn’t hurt her, but after a minute he picked up the pace. She still had her hands pushing up on his chest, but the more he fucked her, the less she pushed. A couple minutes more and she started fucking him back, moving her hips to the rhythm. Tommy was hitting the right spot and she at least wanted to have her fun. He might not have listened to her protests about slowing down, but at least she can cum from what he was doing to her.

Tommy kept fucking Ella as her breathing became ragged and short. She reached around his neck, guiding him to keep fucking her at the right angle. Tommy looked down and saw Ella on the cusp of an orgasm. He thought about where he was, and how much this cute little blonde under him was just like Morgana. The thought of fucking Morgy over and over again kicked over a new gear in him and his thrusts into Ella gained strength and speed. In his mind, he was fucking Morgana like no one ever had. Ella was a glorified sex toy for him.

This new rhythm threw off Ella. She focused as much as she could on reaching orgasm, but something changed. He was no longer fucking her, he was beating her with his dick. It started to hurt. She wanted to cum so bad, but Tommy changed when she was so close. She wondered how long he could go like this. ‘Surely, he had to finish soon.’ At least that’s what she thought.

Tommy fucked her like this for another 15 minutes. Ella no longer felt a part of this act. He wasn’t a partner trying to get her off, he was using her body. And she was so close, too. Now, she just wanted him to finish. She even tried faking an orgasm a few minutes ago to get him to wrap it up. She knew this assault would leave her sore and possibly bruised for a couple days. She tried talking dirty, but didn’t know what he liked so just started making some moans and noises like a porn star. And he still didn’t notice. Not even when she started crying a little.

For his part, Tommy did notice the tears, but not the way she wanted. Watching all that rape porn over the past few weeks really fucked up his fantasies, and here was living one of them out. Ella, underneath him, in pain and distress. She was so, so…

So. Fucking. Sexy.

He leaned down and bit on her nipple, causing a slight cry to escape her lips. The added discomfort was enough to push Tommy over the edge. He planted himself deep inside of Ella as he blasted jet after jet of semen into the condom around his dick. Just one blast after another until he collapsed on top of her. When he regained his breathing, he showed some tenderness by gently kissing her and stroking her face. She pulled away. When he got up and went to the bathroom, she wrapped the sheets around her.

Tommy was in the bathroom for almost 10 minutes, thinking about what happened. Something different took over inside him, and he wasn’t sure what to do or how to say. When he was dressed and cleaned, he went to talk to Ella, but she was already asleep. He tried to wake her with a gentle shake, but he gave up and left.

As soon as Tommy went into the bathroom, Ella covered herself with the covers and cried. She couldn’t believe that his cute, sweet man at the bar just an hour ago could be so rough, so mean in bed. She’s had enough partners in her life to know that this wasn’t normal. He didn’t care a flying fuck about her, just used her as a wet hole. She felt sickened, disgusted. Almost violated. Her ‘date’ took long enough in the bathroom that she could’ve fallen asleep. She figured that was her best bet. When Tommy came out of the bathroom, she didn’t want to talk to him at all. Instead, she simply pretended that she was asleep. He tried to wake her, but she kept the act up. Besides, he didn’t notice how she felt or acted during sex, why would he care now? He gave up after a few seconds, not saying anything as he left. Once the door was locked and she was sure he was gone, she cried in her pillow. This wasn’t how her last Saturday in the states was supposed to go. But in a few days, she’d be back home down under, safe with friends and family. And a few guys that weren’t selfish pieces of shit like this guy.


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Tommy made it home in one piece. He even made it back to the bar in time to get another drink. He thought about hanging out until last call, maybe pick up some cougar and fuck her good and hard, but he was worn out and tired. He drank his last beer of the night, then hopped in his company truck and drove home. After getting home, he had another beer before going to bed.

He saw some texts from Mitch throughout the night, but mostly ignored them until the next morning. Apparently, Mitch went back to Main Shore but struck out with some cosplay models. Somehow it was Tommy’s fault that Mitch can’t pick up a girl at the bar by himself. Tommy told Mitch to aim low, real low, then go up from there. They talked about Tommy’s escapades, and he regaled his friend with the tale of fucking Ella in her hotel room. They each figured they drank too much at the bars the last couple days and were going to hang out at Tommy’s place on the 4th until The Wop finally responded and invited them to his family’s picnic in Hillside. His parent’s neighbors like to host a big party every year on the 4th when they’re in town. Tommy felt a little weird about showing up but soon felt better when he recognized the neighbor. It was Chuck Hartman, the owner-operator of Hartman Construction and one of the largest contractors on the Pharma HQ project. They had a good time relaxing and partying. Tommy met the families, hung around and met what felt like half the neighborhood, and even got to see a couple firework shows. Hillside’s official show took place right over the hill from where Chuck’s house was, so they had a front row seat to that. The second show, that one was a little different. Several large fireworks were set off by Chuck’s brother-in-law and his co-workers. Well, they work in the same office. Chuck’s brother-in-law George is a cop and invited his friends from work over to the party.

Tommy had never asked the question “What does a firework show set up by the Chester County Police Bomb Squad look like?” After that weekend, he never needed to ask again. Though, he would have to ask everyone around him to speak up a little for the next few days until the ringing in his ears stopped.

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To Be Continued...

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: M+F+, oral, anal, drugs, prost, ncon
Content Warnings: Hipsters camping and Unsafe boating practices
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James meets an old friend, and makes a new one...
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Chapter 31 (M+F+, oral, anal, drugs, prost, ncon)




James spent Thursday night relaxing in his condo catching up on some work and watching some YouTube series about Frank Lloyd Wright. He scoffed under his breath repeatedly at how much the narrator was verbally sucking Frank’s dick, calling him everything from a genius to a ‘god among men.’ James made buildings that were functional, technological, and stylish. Frank Lloyd Wright made houses for tiny people with bad nutrition and more money than sense. He caught up on some of the various permits and paperwork that he needed for the new Pharma HQ and the associated building plaza, including the parking garage Tommy was in charge of. He’d never say it to the kid’s face, but he was proud of him, of what he was becoming. Especially in some darker aspects of Tommy’s life. Before James went to bed, he perused the Outlook directory for Bianca again, noting her phone number and email. He thought about inviting her out for some coffee sometime, or even along on his trip this weekend, but decided against it. Besides, it’s been less than two months since they talked and she’s probably still in divorce court purgatory.

James woke up late for him on Friday at 7:55 AM. For someone used to getting up before the sun, this was sleeping in very late. After breakfast and packing for a few days in the woods, he was on the road by 10:00AM. He waved by to Debbie as he left in his white 2019 F-150 Lariat. She smiled and waved back. ‘She has no clue I’ve seen her get fooked’ he thought as he drove away.

The drive from Harbor City to Lake Hiawatha is a little over 3 hours and almost all of it are backroads or local highways. There are no interstates that get close enough to the lake to make the drive easier. He took his time driving, listening to various playlists before changing to an audiobook about the invention of the Stealth Fighter. It was beautiful countryside, sure, but that gets tiresome. 3 hours staring at trees and trying to not hit any deer take a lot out of a man on the road.

When he finally arrived at the lake, he pulled into a small town that looked like it had done some remodeling. Newer businesses flanked a small series of shops that looked like they’d been there for close to a century. Almost all of it catered to the tourist crowd that visited the lake. Boat sales, rentals, jet skis, camping supplies, grocers, outdoor clothes. The stores that felt out of place now were the older ones from before the boom period, the diner and bait shop bistro. Harry’s Diner had stood the test of time, providing diner fare for customers for who knows how long. Even that walking bottle of Mountain Dew Code Red visited here for an episode of Triple D. But as good as Harry’s was, it paled in comparison to E&B’s. When James first visited the lake, he thought his friends were joking about getting a meal at a bait shop. It wasn’t until they walked in and saw a crowded restaurant in the middle of the afternoon that he saw that it wasn’t a joke. Only after eating the greatest Rueben of his life did he find out that E&B’s was the only bait shop in the United States to win a Michelin Star.

After grabbing some lunch and bullshitting with a couple of the locals, James made his way to the resort. It was located near the lake and was broken up into several properties over thousands of acres. Most of the accommodations were individual or duplex cabins of various sizes, but there were a couple hotels near the main offices close enough to the lake, bars, and restaurants to walk to but far enough away to not be an eyesore to the lake. James drove to the hotel and checked in. He didn’t ask for any special favors, but once his reservation came up on screen that he was a friend of the owner, they went out of their way kissing his arse. After getting to his hotel room and relaxing on the bed for a couple minutes, his phone buzzed. It was a text from his old friend, welcoming him up to the town. After a little texting back and forth, they agreed to meet that night for dinner in the hotel’s restaurant, on his friend.

A few hours later and James was downstairs sitting at the bar. He was dressed in a grey polo and jeans with a pair of sneakers as he nursed a beer. The bartender stood across from him, his eyes going wide as someone approached. That was all of the warning that James had before he felt a large slap on the back.

“What’s going on, you kangaroo fucker!” James turned and saw a man in his 50’s, around his age, stand at 1.8 meters tall and rather big at 140 kilos. His arms and chest were big, but so was his belly. His hair was thinning and white, and he had a full beard. He wore a short-sleeve button up shirt that was light green and white with a pair of cargo shorts and dock shoes. He smiled a big, toothy grin.

This man was Robert ‘Bob’ Kuntzmann, the owner of the resort and most of the property around the lake.

James shook off the large slap and stood. Bob gave him a hug. “Howya doin’ mate?”

“Good until ya knocked the wind outta me.” Bob and James laughed.

“Shit, it’s been too long. You ready for dinner? Tonight’s special is real fresh, just pulled it out of the lake this afternoon.” Bob said.

“Sounds great.” James said. As the two men turned to leave, Bob stopped and looked at the bartender. The young man shook.

“You see this man?” Bob pointed to James. The bartender nodded nervously. “He doesn’t pay for a drink this weekend. All of his drinks go on my tab. Any money he gives you is a tip only. Got it?”

“Yyes sir, Mr. K. Sir.” The bartender blurted out quickly. Bob nodded.

“Good. This is for you.” Bob reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. He peeled 2 $100 bills off of the wad and put them on the bar. “We’re at table 74. Keep’em coming all night.”

“Yes sir.” The bartender relaxed when he saw the $200 dollar tip from his boss. He watched Bob and James walk into the restaurant.


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James and Bob caught up on a lot that night over dinner. They laughed and told stories most of the night. Bob regaled James with some stories about how he had to fight against some local native tribe that was trying to build a casino close to the lake. Said something about how that would bring ‘Johnny Law in his backyard.’ They worked out a compromise right before they tried screwing him over at the last minute but he screwed them by contracting to build a casino near their lands and surrounding it with a bunch of gentrified suburbs. Eventually they came to an agreement for the tribe to build the casino near their land and they’d enter into a marketing deal with the resort for free shuttles, trips, prizes, and whatnot.

“It’s always good to solve a problem without violence. Not as fun, but better in the long run.”

The two men ate fresh perch and drank Macallan 30-year-old scotch. They bullshitted for hours until well after the restaurant closed. The kitchen stayed open for them, and Bob made sure to reward everyone that stayed late on this Friday night. He dropped a $15,000 tip like it was nothing, making sure that everyone that stayed late received at least a thousand dollars.

They stumbled outside and walked around, finishing the bottle of scotch between the two of them before settling down for the night.


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James woke up Saturday with a bit of a hangover. Polishing off a bottle of $5,000 scotch is a much better idea at night than in the morning. After a shower and breakfast, James made his way to the marina around noon to Bob’s boat, the ‘Ballbuster Deluxe VIII’. It’s a beautiful boat, a new Beneteau Gran Turismo 36-footer with multiple decks, twin engines, and enough space for almost a dozen people to rest and relax. It was gorgeous. If it didn’t cost a million dollars, it was sure damn close. The Ballbuster Deluxe VIII was the largest boat at the marina by a long shot. Most of the other boats were much smaller. This one looked like a giant among them. Sure, there were a few boats around 30 feet, but they were few and far between. This one was massive compared to those berthed around it.

James stepped onto the boat, wearing a pair of sandals, long swimming trunks, and a button-up Hawaiian shirt. The sunglasses served both to protect from the bright sun and to shield how red they were from the night before. He climbed on and up into the boat. Bob sat on one side of the boat in an L-shaped couch. He was dressed similar in a button-up short sleeve shirt and swimming trunks that came down to his knees. Next to him on the floor sat Roscoe, his old Basset Hound. The dog had to be 15 years old if it was a day. James sat across from him. Before James even settled down, Bob pushed a cold Miller Lite over to him. James cracked open the can and drank it.

“Little early?” James asked as he sipped this stuff Americans called beer.

“Almost noon. Not Fosters or anything else, but figured we take it easy today, hang out, boat around later on.” Bob said, drinking another sip.

“Yep. A wise man pretendin’ to be an Aussie once said that American beer was a lot like making love in a canoe.” James took a pause as Bob looked at him. “Fookin’ close to water.”

“Cheaper than bottled water out here.” Bob chuckled.


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The two old friends caught up on things they couldn’t catch up on in front of a restaurant full of witnesses. Bob talked about how he really got the tribe to stop trying to build a casino by kidnapping the Chief’s son and framing him for the murder of a rival. The land moves were part of the front facing deal, but some of Bob’s boys took matters into their own hands and told the Chief that if they tried any shit the murder weapon with his kid’s prints on it would make their way to the Sheriff’s office. He also talked about how he didn’t want gambling too close to the resort because he has enough underground stuff going on up here that any Dudley Do-Right could just trip and find enough crimes to put everyone away for life. There was a high-stakes gambling operation, he had a group of escorts he hired out to the high rollers, and enough drugs flowing through the resort some people called it Northern Columbia. A legal casino comes with oversight and paperwork and enough cops to scare people. He has an agreement with the Hiawatha County Sheriff’s office to provide some coverage but for the most part it’s just for show. Sheriff Ryland Holmes generally turns a blind eye to what happens up here on the lake, as long as it doesn’t draw too much attention. A casino would draw nothing but attention.

Bob asked James what he’s been up to recently, and aside from work James tried to describe his activities with Tommy on the Morgana front. James showed Bob a few pics of Morgana, including one he took after fucking her. Bob asked for the details. James tried to play coy, but it’s hard to say no to Bob when he wants an answer. He tried to be cagey about what he’s been involved with, but Bob dropped a bombshell on him.

“Sounds like this crazy ass club I heard of down in Chester County. Like a mutual rape society, booty club of the month.” James went white as a sheet when Bob said that. The larger man shook it off. “Dude, you know how much shit I know about? I used to run most of the vice down there and basically own Hiawatha County at this point. Any crazy shit that happens, I know about.”

“How did you-“ James couldn’t finish the thought or sentence fast enough.

“I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy, and that last guy said some things they weren’t supposed to. I was approached about joining a few years back but declined. Didn’t matter because I didn’t pass their background check. Pedro said I was ‘hotter than the surface of the sun’ and would draw too much attention. Can’t blame him at all, he’s right. Besides, I’m not sure I’d want part of any club that would have me as a member. Got an ID for watching some shit but I prefer the real thing. By the way, that shit with the teacher and digging out the rubber, fucking funny man.” Bob took a swig of beer.

“Well, it’s nice to see my small disasters were entertaining. How did you… wait, you saw the Morgana video and put 2 and 2 together.” James said before another sip.

“Like I said, I got an ID for watching some shit. Just be careful with them. Most of them will work professional and shit, but some have problems. Avoid working with Ray if you can, man’s one coke binge away from dying on a mission.” Bob took another sip. James sat for a moment, thinking before he responded.

“They said when I joined if things got out of hand, they knew people that could make me disappear? That you?” James looked at Bob. The larger man nodded.

“I’m probably not the only one, but between you and me I’ve been asked to take someone on a fishing trip and they never came back. Boating accident was the official report.” Bob took a sip. “Hey, wanna go fishing later on?” Bob looked at James with a stone-dead expression before busting out laughing. The Aussie joined in on the laughing.

“Knowing how much you’d rather do anything but fish, I won’t take ya up on the offer. How the bloody fook you get wrapped up in this shite?” James leaned forward, curious to hear Bob’s answer.

“I don’t know. One day I’m minding my own business, next day I get a call from someone named Pedro. Not his real name, but he makes a deal. I do him a favor, he does me one. I thought it was shady as fuck, but he proved that he knew someone in a police department down in Harbor City was looking into something I was involved with. Didn’t know what it was at first but fucker gets a copy of someone having a case of lead poisoning on camera, and I’m the one delivering the lead. They were trying to tie me to a murder from ’02.”

“Didya do it?” James asked.

“That’s not important, but if anyone asks we were out ballroom dancing 2 towns over that night. Anyway, Pedro makes a deal. He tells me that he has someone that’s on the radar of Chester County PD’s sex crimes unit for a string of rapes that needs to disappear before this one detective catches his ass and breaks him in the box.” Bob said. He paused to take a sip of beer.

“Which detective?” James asked.

“That mother fucker.” Bob replied.

“Oh, him.” James nodded. He knew from a previous story who ‘That Mother Fucker’ was and didn’t need to say the name George Lewis. “I could see why ya wanted to help.”

“Yeah. Pedro didn’t need to say anything else. It’s like from Jerry Maguire. ‘Stop, you had me at ruin George’s day.’ Turns out that the mother fucker was hot on this guy’s tail and he was a member of the Club. The guy needed to lay low for a few days and it was recommended that he come up here for a little getaway. Well, he got away all right. Had a boating accident and was found by one of the locals. I convinced the Sheriff to look the other way on this one and George’s case ended before it began. Next thing I knew, I get a copy of the original security tape with my face on it. There was a glitch in the evidence room and the copies disappeared. After watching the tape, I recorded over it with a Harbor City Whalers game.” Bob took another long sip of his beer before continuing. “Ya know, looking back, I really fucking hate that guy, but he did me a favor by telling me to stay up here. I’d be dead or in jail if I stayed down in Veneto. Instead, look at this place. I own a fucking lake and resort. We’re on a million-dollar boat, I can call it a fucking yacht if I want to and I can do whatever the fuck I want. Except go home and work.” Bob finished the rest of his beer before grabbing another from the cooler next to him. He pulled another one out and tossed it to James. “What about you man? You happy doing your thing?” Bob looked at James, who was finishing his current beer quickly.

“Yeah. Guess so. I get to build skyscrapers for a livin’. I’m a grown man doin’ what every boy playing with Legos has done for years. My life is comfortable and quiet. My biggest complications are from work and my little protégé, and he’s involved in both.” James put the empty can to the side as he cracked open the new one.

“Any women on the horizon?”

“Not really. Have one that I know, but she says she’s goin’ through a messy divorce.” James took a sip of his new beer. Bob laughed at the comment.

“Marriage sucks. Don’t recommend it. My dumb ass did it twice. At the same time. Not a good idea.”

“How’d that end?”

“Jail. Did a short stint for bigamy. That mother fucker interrupted my kid’s birthday party to deliver the divorce papers for his sister. In front of my other wife. That ended poorly. Bitch stabbed me in full view of a dozen witnesses but they were all like ‘that’s what you get, esse.’ But the moral of the story is marriage sucks.”

“Or move to Utah and become a Mormon. Probably arrest ya for not havin’ enough wives.”

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There’s a lot to boat life that doesn’t include actually using the boat. The three most common times that a boat owner spends with their boat is maintaining it, looking at it, and sitting in it. Notice how actually using the boat for its intended purpose is not on that list. As Bob has owned many boats in his life, he was very familiar with this. If lucky, he might get the boat moving around the lake maybe twice a week, and he lives up by the lake. He has people that do most of the maintenance and cleaning for him, but he still likes to get his hands dirty with the work. That leaves sitting on the boat. In this case, the main use for his boat was the boat party.

For those not familiar, most boat parties actually take place on the pier or the dock or on shore while the boats are tethered, not when they’re freely floating around. A group of boats will get together and people will go from one boat to another, partying and frolicking. Most of the time, lots of drugs and alcohol are involved. Today, the Saturday of 4th of July weekend, was no exception.

James and Bob were still recovering from the night before so kept things simple, only drinking light beer for most of the day. One of the nearby boats started up a grill and soon a party with a slew of people evolved. Throughout the day, more and more people showed up to hang out with Bob and his friend from down under. Being the guest of honor on the biggest boat in the lake has its perks. For example, around 2PM three women climbed to the front of Bob’s boat and sunbathed topless for an hour. No one said anything, asked for permission or anything else, just three attractive women climbed onto his boat and stripped off their bikini tops and laid down. Then when they were done they just stood up, put their tops back on, said bye and left. No one had a clue who they were.

After the grill was going, Bob sent one of the younger men to go grab something for them to eat. A few minutes later, he came back with a couple burgers and hot dogs. As the day went on, more random people floated through the group. James kept to himself for the most part, but did pay attention to several of the hotties walking around. One in particular that caught his fancy was this one brunette named Francesca. She had a nice tan going, wore a black bikini that looked like the top was a cup size too small. Her straight hair came down to her shoulders and her brown eyes drew in any man that looked at them. She looked like she was having a good time with James and Bob until her boyfriend and their friends came looking for her. Bob told her that they would go out on the lake in a couple hours if she wanted to come back. James stared at her ass as she walked away. Thank God for sunglasses.

As the day turned into the evening and then the night, the vibe of the party changed from friendly frolicking to a dance party with heavy amounts of fooling around. At least twice couples disappeared into the cabin of Bob’s boat for an extended time only to come out rearranging their swimsuits. Bob just shook his head and laughed. As the night went on, he talked to a couple of the younger guys about getting them some ‘entertainment’ for the night. The young men went to work. Before too long, they had a few women on the boat, including Francesca from earlier. This time, her annoying ass boyfriend was gone, she was by herself.

Bob unmoored the boat from the dock right as a couple of the girls on the boat left. Francesca was distracted and ‘catching up’ with the rest of the guys on the drinks before she realized she was on the boat alone with 5 other guys, none of which she knew more than an hour ago. It was only when the boat was a mile offshore and kept going that the panic set in that she was in way over her head.


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This was supposed to be a special weekend for Francesca. She’d been dating Derek for 6 months and was going to ask him if he wanted to move in with her. She thought they were getting serious. When she told him that she wanted to spend a nice, romantic weekend alone with just the two of them, she thought that he would actually listen instead of taking up an offer to go camping with a couple of his friends from college. Instead, here they were at this lakeside campsite. She hated camping. The only thing that made this camping trip even slightly bearable was that the resort and restaurants were less than 2 miles from the campsite. At least when she had to take a shit, she didn’t have to go in the woods like an animal.

Things went downhill when they arrived at the lake the night before. She drove them down from Humdinger, a 2-hour drive that required a solid half-hour of local country backroads and the car started acting up. As much as she wanted to get a new one, she couldn’t afford it now. Maybe if she got that job she interviewed for before they left. Pharma was always hiring talented people and she’d fit right in. No matter what she did, she’d probably be happy at work, but it might require leaving Humdinger for Harbor City. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to do that, especially as her and Derek were doing so well. At least she thought they were doing well. Derek didn’t talk the entire way down and spent most of the drive playing on his phone. It wasn’t until the car overheated and they pulled into a gas station to check it out did she discover why Derek was so quiet.

He was applying for jobs out of town.

Francesca was stunned. Only once before had Derek ever mentioned leaving, and that was in jest. Now, he’s looking at job postings in Vegas, San Fran, and L.A. She hasn’t even thought about going out that way. That’s when he dropped another big bombshell on her. He was downsized from his job a week earlier and would be moving in with his parents next month if he didn’t find a new job.

She was stunned. Losing a job is the kind of thing a boyfriend usually tells his girlfriend right when it happens, not a week and a half later and only because she happened to ask him about the jobs he was applying to out of state. She was flabbergasted. And the worst part about it, he didn’t ask her for help. If he’d have asked her for a hand or some money or a place to stay, she’d give it to him without question. Instead, nothing. He was making plans for the future and she wasn’t in them.

As much as she wanted to leave him at the gas station, she fought the urge. Instead, she fixed up her beater 1994 Honda Civic by filling up the coolant and duct-taping the leaking hose and set back out on the road after buying a couple more jugs for the ride back. The remainder of the trip to the campsite was quiet. The only radio stations her car stereo picked up were a religious AM station and some crazy Right-Wing politics talking about Lizard People and some crazy conspiracies involving Q. She turned off the radio, wondering how in the hell anyone could believe that shit, then asking herself how she let things get so bad with Derek.

The first sign of life Derek showed the entire drive was when they pulled into the campsite and met his friends from school, Mason and Esther. They were recently married from shortly before Derek and her started dating, so this was a chance to go out and enjoy nature. Derek was thrilled to see his friends again.

Francesca hated camping. She thought she hated it before, but being around these two drove her up a wall. Her boyfriend was a whole new person around his old friends and opened up to them about everything that he didn’t tell her. He told the story about how his department was downsized but that he had received a 6-month severance from the company, and how his lease was running out in a couple months and he was thinking of moving anyway. No mention of the girlfriend who drove him down to see them or how he didn’t tell her about the job change until a couple hours earlier. Then there was dinner. It was bad enough to sit around a campfire drinking IPA’s with a bunch of people look like typical IPA drinkers, but to get stuck with a vegan meal because Esther had a pet bunny was frustrating. The three of them left her out of all of the conversations. They treated her more like a glorified Uber driver than a friend or Derek’s girlfriend. After an hour of listening to Mason go on about mustache oil or whatever the fuck it was, Francesca went for a walk. She hoped that maybe they’d notice she was gone and ask why the sour mood. Two hours and they didn’t even notice she was gone. She returned to the camp and none of them even acknowledged her.

The real kick in the teeth about the whole thing was that Derek asked Mason and Esther for help before asking her. They offered him their spare bedroom in their house as long as he helped chip in with bills when he could. He took them up on their offer and they planned on moving the next week.

She slept like shit. Derek wouldn’t even touch her at night and ignored her completely. The fact that he didn’t even think of her told her all she needed to know about their relationship going forward. She cried, accepting that this wasn’t going to work out at all.

The next morning, she woke up and changed into some summer clothes she liked more than hiking gear. She put on a black bikini and covered it up with a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a very short crop top that used to be an old Motley Crüe t-shirt. She straightened her hair and put on a pair of tennis shoes. Mason and Esther questioned why she’d dress like that for a hike, and quite frankly Francesca was sick of their shit. She told them that she didn’t feel like hiking, she wanted to go up to the lake, see the resort, go to the marina for a bit. When the couple asked Derek for his opinion, he suggested a compromise of hiking for a few miles, then going to the marina if there was time. Francesca was done. She grabbed her stuff and went toward the resort. Derek moved to follow her, but gave up after a couple minutes.

When Francesca arrived at the resort, she saw a well adorned hotel along a small row of shops and restaurants. It looked like a small slice of heaven. Tranquil but yet exciting and enough to do to keep a woman occupied for a long time. She shrugged, wondering why the hell anyone would want to sleep in the woods when there are actual hotels and log cabins to stay in. She made her way to the hotel closest to the marina and entered, making her way to the main desk. She asked for a room and, much to her surprise, she was able to get one. There were a couple suites left for the weekend that had last minute cancellations and she was able to book one of them for the night. It cost her more than she wanted to spend, but at least she could shit indoors.

After a shit, shower, and shave, Francesca was ready to go back out. She left most of her stuff back in her room, only taking her phone, car keys, room key and travel wallet which attached to her phone. No need to bring anything else with her. She dressed back in the same clothes she changed into earlier, sans the t-shirt, and went to the marina. In the two hours she was inside, a small party broke loose among the boats. A lot of it had old man energy by playing Lynard Skynard and Allman Brothers and Van Halen, but for the most part is was a mix of young and old adults. Most of the parents kept their kids away from this little bash. Francesca walked over and said hello to a man in his 40’s setting up a beer keg and in short order had a red cup filled with Coors Light. After a night full of IPA’s, she was glad to have some cheap, fun beer. A short while later, she got a burger from a bald man running a grill on the back of his boat. She wasn’t sure how safe it was, but she didn’t bitch about it. It wasn’t her boat and this was the first meat she’s had since arriving at this place.

Francesca hung out with everyone she could meet, including two older men and a dog sitting on a yacht. One man was an Australian architect and the other owned the resort. They were both at least twice her age, but she would be lying if she didn’t at least appreciate the way they looked at her in her bikini and shorts. They offered to take her on a ride later on if she was interested. As she was thinking about their offer, she spotted three hikers off in the distance approaching the marina.

It was Derek and the Dipshits.

Francesca excused herself from the party on the yacht and went down to greet her boyfriend after a rough night and morning. Instead, she got a fight. She didn’t think about how much it hurt HIM when she didn’t want to go hiking with his friends. He yelled at her about how inconsiderate she was for not staying with them.

She let all 3 of them have it.

She started by screaming at Derek for not only not telling her about getting fired last week when it happened, but only telling her after she caught him applying to jobs out of town. Then she laid into him with how she wanted one romantic weekend alone with him and if things went right she was going to ask him to move in with her. Before he could say anything, she let out everything from the weekend, on how she drove him 2 hours out here to hang out with his friends and spent the whole time looking for jobs out of the city and none of his plans included her. He was crying about moving back in with Mommy but the second the “Walking Millennial Meme Couple over there shows up, you tell them everything.” Esther tried to say some passive-aggressive shit but Francesca wasn’t having it. She looked at Mason and yelled “You two are the perfect couple. Annoying, obnoxious, pretentious, and so full of your own shit you need to go camping to cover the smell. You three are so fucking annoying I left the camp for 2 hours last night, and no one noticed. I’ve been here for four hours having fun and I didn’t get so much as one fucking call or text asking how I was? Fuck you. Fuck you all.”

By this point the crowd at the boats was enjoying the show. A couple of her new friends took up position behind her and the hikers, just in case they started a fight. Of course, Mason and Esther were ‘too good’ for that behavior, and Derek was too much of a sullen wimp to try anything. For the first time in 6 months, she saw Derek for who he was. An annoying, pretentious, spoiled man child with the body of a small, pathetic man.

Francesca stormed past them as Derek tried to follow, but it was all for naught. She was done with his shit for good. By the time she arrived at her car, she was moving past the tears and into the anger stage. She wasted 6 months of her life on this little shit who got laid off from one of the easiest jobs in the world. But she hurt. She thought there was something special about this one. Instead, he’s just another ex-boyfriend. Another chapter in her life, about to close for good.

She sat in the driver’s seat of her beater Civic for a good 15 minutes crying, waiting to see if Derek would even try to fight for her. If he would at least pretend that he had balls or a spine, she’d take him back in this moment. Instead, nothing. He never showed up, no calls, no texts, nothing. Meanwhile she was getting texts from her other friends who heard about some big fight at the lake and one of the boaters recorded the whole thing and put it on Tik Tok. In the hour it took her to walk to her car and cry, her fight went viral. A few of her friends recognized her and Derek. Meanwhile he couldn’t even send a text to see where her head was. With that thought, she settled on the course of action and drove her car to the hotel’s parking lot.

A stop at a nearby seafood restaurant for dinner and a another at a gift shop for a phone case designed for the beach and she was ready to party to put the day behind her. She thought about going to the bar or traveling down to the beach but to her surprise the boat party had picked up and turned into an outdoor night club. She was a little embarrassed about returning to the scene of the fight, but those that recognized her cheered her return, like she was a conquering hero. Within a few minutes, she had a White Claw in her left hand and a vape pen filled with weed in her right.

At some point Francesca ended up back on the yacht with close to a dozen other people. She recognized the two older men from earlier, still sitting in the same spots they were in before, except this time the bigger guy had a young woman crawling over him. The Aussie was still checking her out, making small talk. The dog had moved about a foot to the left. There were a few other guys on the boat that drew her attention, though. They had a bad boy look to them, wearing only shorts and covered in muscles and tats. The other women on the boat seemed to be interested in what they could get from the big guy and what they had to do to get it. While she was down in the cabin hanging out with three of the muscular guys, she felt the boat move. She wasn’t sure if she caught their names but was calling them Troy, Pete, and Darren. Troy said he was a cook and this was his night off. Pete looked like Pete Davidson, but a little less like a rat and more like a human, and Darren looked like Darren Criss from Glee. She was trying her hardest to keep their hands off her long enough to get topside and see everyone else. It was a challenge as her shorts and sandals had ‘disappeared’ at some point in the last hour. She had to admit, being fawned over by three hot guys was not how she thought the night would go a few hours ago, but wasn’t complaining, as long as she still had control.

She made her way up to the control deck and couldn’t believe her eyes. The young woman from earlier was kneeling between the big guy’s legs bobbing her head up and down while the architect was driving the yacht. She thought about turning around heading back down, but that’s when she felt Troy grab her in a tight hug right under her boobs and kiss her neck. The big guy saw this and waved everyone up.

“C’mon up, have some fun, share the wealth.” She wasn’t sure what that meant but had a bad feeling she’d find out real soon.


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After Bob unmoored the yacht, a few people hopped off and jumped back on shore. James stood at the helm and slowly guided the boat into open waters. He loved this. This was one of his favorite things about coming to the lake, boating. He didn’t care about the parties or the drinking or the crazy fun times, his most Zen moments were on the water. As much as he’d like to buy a boat, he’d never have time to enjoy it. But Bob, Bob would let him pilot his million-dollar yacht all weekend if he asked. Bob gets to use his boat every day of the year if he choses to. James gets to do this maybe twice a year if he’s lucky, and Bob knows how much this means to him. Besides, Bob had something else to take care of.

While James was piloting the yacht to the open waters of the lake, Bob was having fun with this new girl he met earlier, Shania. She was tiny compared to him, not even 5 feet tall. She’d just moved to the states and was looking for a good time between jobs. She was cute and petite, just the way he liked him. Hell, he had to have someone vouch for her because he thought there was no way she was 18. After they were safely away from shore, Bob sat back down in his chair and told her to show him how much she wanted to be on his good side. She immediately kneeled between his legs and pulled his swim trunks down just enough to fish his dick out. A moment later she was licking and kissing it, bringing him to full erection. As soon as he was hard, she went to town sucking his dick right there on the boat. Bob decided to just sit back, drink another beer, smoke another joint, and let the little minx do her thing.

That’s when both men got a surprise. There were people in the cabins when they took off from the shore. That really hot chick from earlier that dumped her boyfriend and his hippie friends came up, followed by three guys. Bob recognized the one of the guys from the kitchen of the restaurant but wasn’t sure about the other two. The rat looking guy was probably one of the managers and the tall clean-cut one, he knew him from around somewhere but couldn’t place him. The woman stopped at the top of the steps from the cabin spaces, shocked at what she saw. As soon as she stopped, the cook hugged her from behind and started kissing her neck. The woman’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she watched Shania blow him.

“C’mon up, have some fun, share the wealth.” Bob motioned everyone to come on up. The woman hesitated for a moment, but the cook damn near picked her up and carried her over, sitting down across from Bob and his new friend.

To her credit, Shania kept going up and down on his cock without interruption. The most she did was look over at the others and shrug as she sucked on Bob’s dick. Bob took hit of his joint before passing it round. The rat looking kid took it first.

“Didn’t know anyone else was on when we left shore. What’s your name, sugar?” Bob asked, looking at that fine ass woman in the black bikini.

“Fran. Francesca, but most people call me Fran.” She struggled to take her eyes off of the scene in front of her, then felt ashamed for looking and tried to cover. As soon as she turned her head, the cook was there and kissed her. He grabbed her chin and held her facing him for a moment. After a second she turned away, back to Bob and the woman between his legs.

“What do you prefer? It’s your name.” She thought for a second, which was just long enough for Darren to stroke her thighs and Troy to kiss her neck again.

“Francesca.” She said, pushing the hands off of her for a second.

“Who are your friends?” She looked around, and once again the groping was back. The rat looking guy held the joint to her lips as she took a hit. The cook was kissing down her back, and the other one was back to playing with her legs. The rat looking guy didn’t take the joint away until she got a real good, real long hit.

“C’mon Francesca, what’re they’re names?” Bob asked again, seeing where this was going. Shania continued sucking his dick, her curly, dirty blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. He loved it when a girl sucked his dick and let her hair down. Francesca blanked for a second on their names.

“They’re um, they’re…Pete, Troy, and Darren.” The guys looked at each other and smiled, then laughed. Bob couldn’t place their names but he knew damn well these weren’t it. Pete, the rat looking guy, passed the joint around to Troy and then it went to Darren and back to Bob. While it was making the rounds, Pete now took his turn kissing Francesca and playing with her body, sliding his hands inside her left thigh. Darren worked on the right thigh, and Troy placed his legs inside of hers to try to keep them open while he cupped her tits. He smiled, knowing that this night was about to get a little more interesting.

Francesca’s brain was in a fog, high and drunk. She didn’t remember the last time she smoked this much, but she knew something wasn’t right. Three men. Three really hot men, where molesting her on a yacht in the middle of the lake and were taking things farther than she expected. To top it all off, there was a man in front of her getting head. She didn’t know whether to watch or turn away.

“Like what you’re seeing? It’s okay to say yes.” Bob said, sipping his beer while Shania continued pleasuring him. She was stunned. “Life is about pleasure, and finding it where and when we can.” Bob continued. That’s when she felt the first man, Troy, slide his hands inside of her bikini top. Before she could protest, Pete kissed her again, grabbing her head and forcing a French kiss. Darren slid his hands over her bikini bottoms. “Finding pleasure, in its various forms, bringing it to fruition.” Darren slid his fingers into her bikini bottoms, finding the outside of her pussy. Pete was holding her leg to the side with one hand and used his other to reach behind and unclip her bikini top. Troy was grabbing her tits and playing with her nipples. She tried to move her hands to stop all of this, but suddenly her wrists were behind her back, in Troy’s grip. Darren found her entrance and started probing it with her finger. She tried to squirm away, but couldn’t.

Bob placed his hand under Shania’s chin and guided her up. “Show her what pleasure is.” Shania smiled. As she stood, she peeled off her orange one-piece swimsuit and stepped out of it. Bob sat there, erection at full mast, as the little waif moved over to the seats across from them. She kneeled between Francesca’s and Troy’s legs, face inches away from Francesca’s bikini-covered pussy. Shania kissed her way up along the inside of Francesca’s thighs as Darren continued his ministrations, clumsily trying to find her tender spots. Troy had covered her mouth with one hand while Pete went to work sucking on her tits. Once at her destination, Shania grabbed Francesca’s bottoms by the waistband and pulled. After a moment of awkward movement, Francesca’s clean-shaven pussy was exposed to everyone on the boat. Shania leaned in and took her first tentative tastes of the confused brunette.

Francesca stared down at what was happening. She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t believe it until the first jolt of contact on her clitoris ran through her like an electric shock. Out of all of the things she’d done sexually up to this point, nothing compared to this. Three. No, four complete strangers were using her for their own sexual pleasure. She looked down, watching this tiny woman’s face disappear between her legs and find her clit. Immediately her breathing went ragged. Whoever this woman was, she knew what she was doing.

It didn’t take long for Shania to drive Francesca to the edge of an orgasm. But what she did when she got there both surprised and frustrated the brunette. Instead of plowing through, she pulled back. Shania brought her to the edge but stopped just short. She let the men continue to play with her breasts but waited for Francesca to come back down. As soon as she did, Shania went back to town, assaulting her clit with her tongue. Again, she brought Francesca to the edge, just to leave her there. She repeated this cycle again and again. On the fifth time, she changed things up by fingering Francesca while eating her out, but once again she stopped denying Francesca the release she craved. Shania looked behind her and motioned for Bob’s beer bottle. He gladly handed it over. Shania finished it in a couple swallows, then took the end of the bottle into her mouth for a moment. She was warming it up. After playing with it in her mouth, she pulled it out and took up her position again, sucking on Francesca’s clit. This time as Francesca neared orgasm, Shania inserted the beer bottle into the brunette, letting her cum.

Francesca shook and screamed as she came. Troy uncovered her mouth. They were easily a couple miles from the nearest party. No one was close enough to hear her. As Francesca came, she looked down at Shania with the strangest sense she’s ever felt. Shania saw her and climbed up, meeting Francesca’s face and kissing her. The two women kissed passionately for what felt like forever. That’s when she felt the beer bottle being pulled out of her pussy and something replaced it.

It was Troy. More specifically, his penis. In the confusion of her orgasm, Troy had slipped off his shorts and was now fucking her. She had a stranger’s dick inside of her and a strange woman kissing her. Her hands were still behind her back and eyes closed when she felt rocking coming from in front of her. She opened her eyes when the woman broke off the kiss. The big guy was fucking Shania doggystyle.

Before Francesca could say any protests, she felt her head being twisted down and to the right. It was Darren, and he was guiding her head down onto his dick. It was big, easily one of the biggest ones she’s seen or felt in her life. Darren grabbed her hair and kept her head in place while Troy fucked her pussy. While she’d given a few boyfriends head in the past, this wasn’t her forte. Still, that didn’t seem to matter to Darren who took control and slowly fucked her face with short strokes. At some point during this, the positions changed and Troy let go of her hands. She tried to push herself off of Darren’s lap, but to no avail. It turns out that Troy was only changing positions to get better access to her pussy. He fucked her hard for a few minutes, bringing her to another orgasm before cumming inside of her.

The shock barely set in before Darren pulled her up and onto his lap, sliding his whole dick in at once and bottoming out in her. She felt full, a sense of pleasure bordering on pain that she hadn’t felt before. She rode on Darren’s lap for what felt like an eternity, enjoying his muscular body next to hers. What she felt next was not something she ever expected.

As she was on the verge of another orgasm, something started to press on her backside. Then she felt something cool and slimy on her ass, followed by a warmth accompanied by stretching and pain. She turned over her shoulder. It was Pete, and he was gonna fuck her ass while she fucked Darren.

Francesca screamed, shouted “No, no, no, no, don’t” before her cries were silenced by another dick. This time it was Troy, grabbing her head and pulling it onto his dick. She cried on his member as Pete squeezed his way into her anus. She tried to look at the bright side of this. Pete’s dick was the smallest of the three and he wasn’t being too much of a jerk about it, but it still hurt and she didn’t like it. At least at first she didn’t like it. While she had three dicks in her, she felt a set of fingers find her clit again. The stimulation was different, though. It wasn’t the woman, Shania was what the big guy called her, and all of the other hands were accounted for. Two on her head from Troy, two on her breasts from Darren and two on her shoulders from Pete. No, this was a seventh hand.

She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw the Architect, the Australian man from earlier. He was piloting the yacht when they came upstairs. Now that she thought about it, they weren’t moving so she figured they must’ve stopped. This man was easily old enough to be her dad, and here he was playing with her clit while three other men fucked her. Between oral sessions, she saw that the other woman was blowing the Aussie while the big guy fucked her from behind. Well, with age comes experience because he knew what he was doing and brought Francesca to another climax, almost causing her to pass out.

Soon, Pete launched a load into her ass while Darren came in her pussy. Troy decided it was time for round two as they laid out the bench into a bed and he fucked her on it. Then it was the big guy’s turn, then the Aussie used her body. As the guys sat around for a rest, they had the women put on a show for them. Francesca had never done more than make out with another girl before, and that was at a frat party in college. Here, she was on a boat in the middle of a very large lake, sharing a tender embrace with a woman she’d never met before tonight while they fingered each other then shifted into a 69. As they finished, the Aussie decided it was time for another go and grabbed Francesca and fucked her over the railing of the yacht, with nothing but the darkness of oblivion around them.

Shania got a workout of her own as well. What was supposed to be just her, Bob, and James turned into a full-blown gangbang orgy. She was going to have to charge a lot more for this.


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By the time midnight rolled around, everyone was tired. Normally, they’d just sleep out on the lake but Bob had a bad feeling about that. He knew who and what Shania was, but this other girl got a lot more than expected. James agreed to pilot the boat back to the harbor and dock it. When they docked the boat, they found the three young guys below decks in the cabin with both women, seeing who could take the best ass fucking. Shania won when she took all of Darren without crying.

Once they arrived at the shore, Francesca grabbed her clothes and phone and split, barely putting her bikini back on before making it to the hotel. She left before Bob could say anything to her.

Francesca made a bee-line for her hotel room and immediately jumped in the shower. The whole night was just crazy, but the last hour down in the bed with the guys seeing who could fuck their asses the best, that was too much for her. They were well past the point of listening and she was past the point of crying about it.

She was in the shower until close to 3AM, running through everything in her mind. This was a crazy 24 hours. Okay, 36. She went from thinking about asking Derek to move in with her to being gangbanged on a boat in the middle of a lake at night by 6 complete strangers, one of whom was a woman. They ignored her as she tried to tell them to stop and used her as they felt.

And she’d never been more aroused in her life.

She couldn’t even count how many times she came. She’d be sore for weeks and probably think about this night until she was old and grey. Fuck, even thinking about what happened was getting her wet. She lost complete control of the situation, was in way over her head, and paid the price.

By God, did she learn a lesson. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be don’t talk to strangers. Even after cumming at least a dozen times throughout the night, she couldn’t help but play with herself as she went to bed.


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She woke up for breakfast and checkout. She had no intention of staying up at the lake for the fireworks show. She needed to drive home and move on with her life. Derek sent some texts last night, mostly begging her to take him back and when she didn’t respond he went on a bitchy little tirade. She thought about texting him to tell him what happened, but decided against it.

Francesca changed into a green bikini and her jean shorts with sandals. Most of her clothes were either camping gear she bought just for this trip or wishful thinking clothes meant for the pool or beach. After a quick breakfast, she returned and cleaned out her room. Next step, checkout.

When she approached the desk for checkout, she was nervous. She booked this room at the spur of the moment and wasn’t completely sure if the full cost would fit on the card. When the desk clerk had a confused look on his face and made some noises, she expected the worst. When the manager showed up, her heart sank.

“Oh yes, Miss Chandler. What seems to be the issue?” The man in his early 30’s said, pulling up information on the computer screen.

“I don’t know. I’m just trying to check out and pay my bill. Is there a problem? Did the card get declined again?” Francesca was nervous, wondering how she’d possibly get out of this mess.

“No, there’s no problem with the card. Your bill was already paid.” The manager said matter of factly.

“What?!”

“Yes. Your room was already paid with an executive loyalty program discount. Let me take a look… Ah yes, that explains the issue now. One moment, I have a package for you. One second. I’ll be right back.” The manager turned and entered into a small room behind the desk, then returned with what looked like a small FedEx box. Francesca looked at the box.

“What’s this? What’s going on?” She was confused and scared. Something wasn’t right.

“Your room fee was paid for by…Oh, Mr. K. That explains a lot.”

“Who’s Mr. K?”

“Mr. Kuntzmann, he owns the resort. I guess you’re a friend of his. Sometimes he likes to pay bills for his friends without telling them ahead of time.”

Francesca thought for a second. It couldn’t be, could it?

“Does he own a really big boat? A yacht perhaps?”

“The Ballbuster Deluxe VIII, yes.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“The Ballbuster Deluxe VIII, that’s the name of his yacht. The Beneteau Gran Turismo 36-footer. It’s the eighth in a row of boats named in honor of his beloved grandmother. His grandfather named a boat that as a joke about her, and he kept the name going. Anyway, I’m also instructed to give you a package. We had it ready to ship just in case we didn’t catch you in time. Here you go, ma’am.” The manager handed her a box. It already had her name and address on it, ready to ship.

“Thank you.” She looked at the box and the man with some confusion.

“If you would like, your room is pre-paid for another day. If you choose to come back, let me know.”

“Thanks.” Francesca was confused and tried to act like she wasn’t completely lost. A quick walk out to her car with her bag and she sat in the front seat, opening the package. Inside was a thumb drive, an envelope, a small pack of pills, and a letter. She read the letter first.

‘Francesca,

Depending on when you receive this package, it will be either the morning after your trip to my boat, or a few days after. I trust you had a good time. I do understand that you didn’t anticipate what happened and did not plan on it. You were thrust into an extraordinary circumstance. You were not supposed to be there, but the night proceeded on anyway.

You were not supposed to be there. Neither were those other guys. That was my mistake for not doing a complete sweep before leaving dock. Lessons learned. If you did not gather from last night, the woman named Shania was a trained professional. You were not. But you were a great sport about things.

Enclosed you will find a pack of pills, a USB drive, and an envelope. The pack of pills is a 72-hour dose of Plan B. The USB stick contains select footage from the night. I have security cameras on the boat and there were more than enough cell phones floating around. Just in case you get any ideas about what happened. The envelope contains what I hope is more than enough to assuage any feelings of guilt or remorse you may feel after Saturday night. It is considerably more than I initially paid to Shania. Think of it as seed money for starting a better life without that dweeb and his hippie friends. If you need to see any medical professionals, info for them is on the USB stick as well.

If you ever want to party again, hit me up. Deets are on the stick.

Bob’

Francesca was in shock. There was so much to take in. Did he record this whole thing? Was Shania a whore? Was she a whore if she accepted this gift? She grabbed the envelope and opened it. There were two bands of cash and a note.

‘Do not deposit all of this at once. It brings unwanted attention from Johnny Law and the IRS. Keep it safe as a rainy day fund and put a little in the bank at a time. If you need help or have any questions, hit me up.’

She looked at the note then put it back and picked up the stacks. She couldn’t believe her eyes. In front of her were two stacks of wrapped hundred-dollar bills. Each band contained 100 bills and was marked as $10,000. 2 of them was $20,000. This was more money than she’d ever seen in her life, and it was hers.

Just as she was trying to figure out what to do, her phone buzzed. Caller ID just showed ‘Bob’. How in the- She opened the message.

‘Heard you’re heading out. Have a safe trip home. I’d stop by and say bye but I’m in the middle of something.’

The next message came in. It was a picture of him fucking Shania.

She laughed, then responded. “Something or someone? Lol”. She thought for a moment and typed a few things before settling on “Thanks, for everything. I might hit you up sometime.”
He responded with a smiley face and “Have a good one.”

Francesca drove back to Humdinger in a much better mood than she left. It’s almost like losing all that dead weight cleared her head. Still, she had a lot on her mind. One thing she did figure out was how to spend some of that money. It was time to upgrade from the beater.


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James and Bob spent most of Sunday relaxing with Shania on the boat. And by relaxing they fucked her brains out. When they weren’t fucking her, they were making sure the fireworks show was set up and would go off without a hitch. They also stopped by the camp and his old cabin. He told James some of the stories that took place there, and how he came to own so much of the land around the lake, reminiscing on things like meeting some life-long friends there like his ex-wife now sister-in-law, Eric who supplies him with most of his camping and hunting gear, and one of the best cooks he’s ever met in Brandon of the E&B’s down the road. The camp was now run by his good friends from Veneto Baptist Church and helped disadvantaged youth get a chance to spend the summers in nature.

When night fell, they watched an amazing firework show from the bow of Bob’s yacht. This would be a vacation that he’d have a hard time ever topping.

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To Be Continued...

[Shocker]

Another exceptional good chapter, a bit too long to comfortably read on the phone in one go. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop either. Francesca was delightful.