AMA 323-327 (Patreon)

Reminder: This is the Test Month for a new writing schedule, and it's AMA week. All of the chapters will release in a bundle with PDF and Epub at the end of the week, and next week will start with FoF, followed by QTNW and then Commission work.

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Chapter 323

“Alright,” I said. “Can I just start by saying this is a fantastic view?”

Leia had brought me back to the cabin, where almost all of my… lovers were now waiting. I really needed to come up with a collective term that encompassed them all, and it felt weird thinking ‘my girls’ because they were all beautiful, smart, talented women - but saying ‘my women’ sounded fucking cringe even in my head, let alone if I said it out loud.

My comment got a variety of smiles, smirks and eye-rolls from the ladies - Oh, maybe ‘my ladies?’ - as they were arranged around the room in a rough semicircle. A couple of chairs had been brought in, and I was planted in one sitting in the doorway to the washroom so everyone could see me.

The only person missing was Terra, which was a little twinge in my chest, but just like last night it was tough to really get everyone in one room at the moment. So Terra was missing out, but Ami was in and I assumed already up to date on what the ladies had decided.

Becca cleared her throat. “I hereby call this meeting of the Orgy-lationship to order.”

I groaned. Half of the girls groaned. The other half cackled, knowing it was said just to tease me.

Her smile bright and edging on a smirk, Becca shushed everyone and took a breath. “OK. Robbie, as you know we had a meeting last night to discuss as a group where we felt things were heading, what sort of reasonable plans we could make, and how we saw ourselves as individuals meshing with you, and with your relationship with Cassidy, and each other. We talked through several possible ‘futures,’ in terms of short- and mid-term planning, and we came to a tentative agreement.”

“This isn’t set in stone,” Cattie took over, and I had a feeling Becca had divided out some responsibilities so that it wasn’t all coming from her and it really did feel like a group decision - which was exactly what I would have done. “And maybe you have different ideas or expectations or needs. And we’re all on different time frames for the idea so it wouldn’t all just happen, it’ll be timed out.”

“OK,” I said. “I hear the caveats, and I promise not to expect this to be a concrete plan. I’m also really curious what you all actually decided, so who’s going to tell me?”

All the ladies looked at Becca, who quirked a little smile. “My idea was that, since most of us except Ami are in positions where we can kind of work wherever we want to settle down, and we don’t want to be long-distance with our boyfriends for the foreseeable future, we would all likely be trying to move closer to you and Cassidy. We could all start looking for apartments as we reach the ends of our leases and stuff, and maybe some of us could get places together, but that felt… silly, and a little wasteful. So the other obvious option was that we all get a place together.”

I blinked. I hadn’t really been too sure what to expect, but this was… wow. “I- Are you asking me to move in with you?”

“Something like that, Tiger,” Cassidy said with a little smile. “Obviously our condo isn’t big enough to handle this many people though.”

“God, look at his face,” Wanda said with a laugh.

I was overjoyed, overwhelmed, overstimulated and any other ‘over’ I could wrap my mind around. They wanted to live together, which would mean not missing them, and being able to kiss and cuddle each of them and not stress about scheduling calls or video chats. I could take them on dates, and cook dinner, and- Fuck, the sex!

“The concept is that we would start our own holding company or corporation, and we would all own a percentage based on how much we could put into the House Fund - no looking down on anyone who can’t because of savings or debt or anything. You and Cassidy would be the ‘Owners’ of the company, I’d likely be the Financial Officer,” Becca said. “We’d want to get somewhere big - like big big with lots of rooms and a great property that we could use for shooting content. Then we could all work and live there, and chip in on bills and everything. Then from our own business perspectives we could pool resources and costumes, we would always have someone to collaborate with, and we could even host other models and influencers and even rent out rooms short-term. And on a personal front, we’d all get to live with each other which we already see works fairly well, and we’d get to live with our boyfriend.”

“It’s just the concept of the plan though,” Wanda cut in. “I can see your head already spinning, Robbie. There’s lots to figure out and you don’t need to do it all at once, or all by yourself. And that goes for you too, Becca. We all need to feel like we’re part of this.”

“Um,” I said, glancing at Cassidy. One look reminded me of what she told me earlier, and the look in her eyes reinforced it. She was supportive of this as long as I wasn’t against it. “I- wow. Shit. Fuck! We’re moving in together!”

My reaction brought grins and excited laughter, and I was quickly in the middle of a big group hug as their voices merged into a chaotic river of ideas and thoughts and hopes.

We were moving in together.

I’d have seven of my eight girlfriends under one roof.

My eyes went to Ami, at the back of the group, smiling sweetly but a little sadly as she had her hands supportingly on Zenya and Cassidy’s shoulders. I shifted a little, and the ladies let me worm my way through the group until I reached Ami. Taking her by the waist with one hand and raising my other to cup her cheek, I pulled her into a kiss and then hugged her tightly.

“It’s OK,” I whispered. “No pressure. Whenever you are ready, we can take more steps. I’m more than happy to just call you my girlfriend.”

“Thank you,” she whispered back, hugging me tightly.

We’d get there. I knew we would. And she was damn worth the wait.

Chapter 324

“Alright!” Becca called, getting everyone’s attention. None of us had left the cabin, and I’d been trying to get at least a moment with each of them to let them know how excited I was for the future. Only Cass and Becca had been left on my internal list, along with checking in with Terra when I could on her thoughts.

We all stopped our bantering and turned to the fearless leader of the trip. Becca smiled and was standing up on the bed so she could see everyone. “I love you all, but unfortunately no matter how much we don’t want to leave, we are in our final hours and there are things to do. I need everyone to get to whichever boat that your luggage is in. We’re going to be pulling up anchor soon and starting the ride back to the rental dock, and you all need to be packing to be ready to go. When we get there we should have about an hour to eat lunch from the leftovers, and then we need to give the boats back. Does anyone have any questions?”

Zenya held up a hand. “I just want to say that I love you all as well. Not many of you were on last year’s trip, but the group wasn’t nearly as fun - and that’s not even counting the fact that we all fell for our hunk. You’re all amazing, and I can’t wait to get to know each and every one of you better and better.”

The girls gave a little cheer of agreement. With no other questions, I was inundated with a string of quick kisses as the ladies from the Single’s Boat headed out first, leaving me with the ladies staying on the Couple’s Boat - which, after the room swapping, was actually the majority. Ami gave me a quick kiss and a look as well, though, and headed out to catch up with Becca - she was supposed to be the second driver for the Single’s Boat and I knew she would want to double-check she wasn’t needed for a task.

That left me with Cattie, Wanda and Cassidy in the room that we’d been sharing.

“Did I see more of my clothes heading out that door?” I asked.

Cassidy snorted, and Cattie chuckled softly. “I promise that your favourite sweater will be coming home with us, Tiger,” Cassidy said. “Your other shirts though…” She made a face.

“I think Cattie and I look pretty good in your shorts,” Wanda said, running her thumbs along the elastic of the ones she was wearing. Cattie was wearing your other pair.

“I think you look good wearing my shirts, too,” I said, moving to her and pulling her into a hug as I kissed the top of her head. “I don’t mind my clothes going home with you. Especially because they’ll be coming back with you. Well, as long as I have something to wear home.”

“I was thinking that I should wear your sweater and that’s it on the drive back,” Cattie smirked. “I can sit in the back seat and flash you in the mirror.”

“Naughty slut,” Cassidy laughed, scrunching up her nose.

“I, for one, would like to make it home without crashing so I’m gonna say you need to wear something on that fine ass, Catherine,” I said.

“Yes, Master,” she sighed, rolling her eyes while trying not to laugh.

“God, that’s hot,” Wanda said. You’d stopped hugging but still had an arm wrapped down across her back so you could hold her hip.

“Soon, gorgeous,” I said, pulling her a little tighter against me.

“I know,” she said. “Um - speaking of ‘soon,’ my whole thing is going to blow up fast. Brodi is supposed to get home from Europe two days after I’m back, and I’m not waiting a fucking minute longer than necessary to start the divorce. I might be looking for a place as soon as in a week if he insists on staying at our place… How, um, soon do you think I could, y’know-”

“Immediately, babe,” Cassidy said, quickly moving to Wanda and pulling her into a hug. “As soon as Robbie and I get through our first therapy appointments, I can get a ticket and come to help you with any moving you need to do.” She glanced back at Cattie. “Same with you, bestie. I will be there ASAP, and I know Robbie will too but he’s got specific work shifts.”

Cattie sighed, shaking her head. “I’ve got a lease that I can’t get out of for a few months, so I’ll definitely come visit again but I can’t move down right away.” She turned to me. “But, if you want, I can stay through those appointments if you want me to. Then I can be there to help either of you if you need to vent to someone, or decompress, or whatever.”

“That would be amazing, baby,” I said, leaving Wanda to Cassidy and going and pulling Cattie into a hug as well. Just feeling her body against mine, knowing she was all mine and that I was free to love her, was a turn-on. I was about to bend down to kiss her but was interrupted by the clearing of a throat and a soft knock on the doorsill.

“Hey,” Becca said. “So… we have a problem.”

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Heather and Sherry are missing,” Becca said. “I tried calling them with the cell numbers I have in my files, but my reception is spotty out here and they might not have any. I-” she grunted and shook her head. “I kind of wish I could just fucking leave their problematic butts behind, but I can’t. Cattie, I know you probably don’t know, but did they have any plans or anything?”

Cattie shook her head, her brow furrowed in conflicted frustration and worry. “Not that I know of.”

“They went off together, so unless they split up we know that much,” Wanda said.

“Alright,” I sighed, rubbing my face for a moment. “I guess we need to go look for them.”

“God damn it,” Cassidy sighed, and we all looked at her. “What? They’re both assholes, I don’t want to feel bad for them if they’re in a 142 Hours situation or something.”

I didn’t have the heart to correct her incorrect numbers on the movie reference, mostly because I felt the same.

Chapter 325

“Fuck me,” I grunted, pulling my socks and shoes on after drying off my feet.

“Gladly,” Cattie said. “Drop your pants, Tiger.”

I snorted and shook my head, standing back up straight. “If only.”

“Alright,” Becca said. “Robbie and Cattie, you guys go that way along the waterline, Terra and JC go straight out, and we’ll go this way to split the difference. We know they left in this general direction. Ten minutes out, then turn around and come back. We don’t want any of us getting lost either, and they could come back while we’re out looking.”

I had argued that Becca should stay with the boats, but she’d overruled me and I understood why. She was teamed up with Wanda, who along with Terra and JC were the most athletic of the group. The other ladies would hold down the fort and try calling us if Heather and Sherry did show up.

There wasn’t much more to say, so we all checked our phones to note the time and set out. Cattie and I were following the path we’d seen Heather and Sherry first leave, but we didn’t know when they might have cut inland looking for a place to shoot so we tried to stay fairly close to the waterline. About a minute into the hike, Cattie grunted.

“Scale of one to ten,” I said. “How angry are you?”

“Eight,” she said after a moment of thought. “Maybe eight point five. I mean, they are both adults. Unless one of them got bitten by something poisonous or they’ve been kidnapped by cannibal mutants that live out in the rocks, I can’t think of what stupid thing would be keeping them.”

“OK,” I said, taking her hand since we were crossing a fairly flat area. I gave it a squeeze. “And on a scale of one to ten, how worried are you?”

“Twelve,” Cattie muttered. “I’m still so fucking pissed and disgusted with her, but Sherry is still my little sister. I can’t turn off the worry even if I’m trying to accept I can’t protect her from her own shitty decisions. Heather can fucking die and get eaten by vultures, though.”

I coughed to try and cover my chuckle. “That’s fair,” I said. “I don’t think I could ever stop worrying about my sister.”

“Tell me about her,” Cattie said. “I knew you had one, and Cassidy thinks she’s great, but I don’t know anything.”

“Well, she’s younger than me by three years,” I said. “She’s finishing her last year of a Communications degree and wants to get into guerrilla journalism, which scares the shit out of me of where she might end up going. But she has a dream. She’s also a lesbian and has a new girlfriend that she gushes about whenever we talk.”

“That’s nice,” Cattie said with a smile. “Is she butch or femme?”

“Femme,” I said. “Very femme. And apparently so is her girlfriend - like femme punk tomboy, I think my sister said.”

“What will she think of us?” Cattie asked.

“I think she’ll love you,” I told her, needing to let go of her hand as we got to a rocky area and we needed to check our balance. “Hell, I think she’ll love each of you individually. I also think she’ll think Cassidy and I are crazy, and then she’ll give me a bunch of shit about being a cult leader or something. She’ll accept it when she sees us all together though and meets at least a few of you.”

“Same thing, or different for your parents?” Cattie asked. I could tell she was trying to keep herself distracted.

“I don’t know for sure,” I said. “If it was just you? I think my parents would be a little worried at the strangeness of it but would accept it. All of you ladies though? I really don’t know. Supportive eventually, I hope. Are you worried about your parents?”

“My Mom is going to be thrilled I broke up with Heather,” Cattie sighed. “And worried about the fact that I jumped right into something new. But she’s had her own relationship issues and isn’t in any place to judge. I don’t really care what my father would think.”

“You know,” I said, coming up behind her as she stopped just ahead of me, standing on a big rock and looking out for any sign of the two missing models. “I think I might be in love with you, Catherine.”

She turned, taking my hand as she looked into my eyes. She’d scrubbed her delicate, Disney-fied makeup off and was bare-faced, still looking gorgeous to me. “I think I might be in love with you too. Master.” The last bit was said with a teasing smirk.

I kissed her lightly, then checked my phone. “Another few minutes,” I said.

We walked and chatted a little bit more about the people in our lives. I only had a few coworkers I would really care about knowing since they were friends, and the rest I’d rather not know just for the sake of being out of the rumour mill. Cattie had some old friends from high school she was still in contact with who would need to be updated at some point - she was definitely the wild child in the group though, so her coming out as being in a poly harem relationship would just be another blip in a long line of blips on their friendship radar.

It was about one minute off from the ten-minute turn-around that Cattie stopped again, frowning as she cocked her head to the side. “Does that look like what I think it does?” she asked me, pointing up ahead.

We moved closer and found the colourful piece of clothing was a bikini top, hanging from a scraggly bush right near the water.

“That’s definitely Sherry’s,” Cattie groaned, pursing her lips and shaking her head. She picked it up and bundled it into her fits. “My sister is walking around topless in the desert with my Ex. Not the worst thing she’s done, but definitely up there on the stupid scale.”

“The big question is why leave it there?” I asked. “Do you think it was a breadcrumb or something?”

“I hope not,” Cattie said, then sighed. “Jesus, these two. This is obviously evidence they came this way - can you call back to the boats and tell them we found a clue and are going to set out from her a bit more?”

“Sure,” I said, pulling my phone. Thankful we still had service next to the water. I quickly dialled up Cassidy. “Any idea which way they went?” I asked as it connected and started to ring.

Cattie sighed and shook her head again. It was tough to say.

Chapter 326

“OK, now my sister is walking around the desert completely naked?” Cattie sighed. She was holding the next scrap of fabric we’d found - bikini bottoms that matched the top. “Like, what are they even doing?”

I blew out a breath and shook my head. “A naked walk in the desert could be content, I guess.”

“God, this is why I don’t do nude stuff,” Cattie grunted. “Well, one of the reasons. The content gets so fucking weird because once you show everything you have to just find new ways to do that or escalate into my hardcore porn.”

We kept hiking. I’d been able to reach Cassidy back on the boat near the water, but now that we were about five minutes into the rocky terrain I was down to one bar. The fact that we were finding what seemed like a trail was a good thing, but we still had no idea how far they’d gone.

Another few minutes later we found another garment abandoned on the edge of a rock outcrop.

“Great, now Heather has her tits out, too,” Cattie groaned.

“What’s the over-under on them not putting sunscreen on the parts that were covered by bikinis?” I asked.

That, at least, got a little snort out of Cattie and I took her arm and pulled her to me, wrapping her up in a hug. She hugged me back, resting her forehead on my chest as she growl-groaned her frustration. “This is so stupid,” she said.

“Mhmm,” I agreed softly.

“I swear, if we find them fucking, we’re leaving them in the desert,” she said.

“That would be fair,” I agreed again.

After a long moment, Cattie sighed. “We can’t leave them in the desert.”

“Doesn’t mean we can’t want to, though,” I said as I rubbed her back.

We set off again. Both of us were in good, sturdy hiking boots so we didn’t have to pick our way through the terrain as much. Cattie was wearing full, utilitarian jean shorts that weren’t designed to be sexy but she still managed to do so with her long, smooth legs, along with a tank top underneath one of her plaid flannel shirts hanging loose. I was in jean shorts as well, though they showed off less of my legs, and I had managed to reclaim one of my t-shirts for the excursion with a promise that I would give it back to Wanda so she could take it with her.

“What if this is all just some fucked up way to manipulate me?” Cattie asked after a couple of minutes.

“Then they have even more screws loose than we thought,” I said. “And it doesn’t change anything, does it?”

“Not a lick,” Cattie said. “Even if we find them injured and scared or something, I hold no pity. I still Nothing Heather and am done with Sherry until she makes a real fucking apology, and even then it’s low contact at best.”

Another few minutes later we found the matching bottoms to Heather’s bikini top. There wasn’t really anything to say on that, now that they were both willingly naked. I checked my phone and saw that we didn’t have any service bars anymore so I couldn’t check in. Cattie stuffed the bottoms into her little backpack just like the rest of the clothes we’d found and we headed off in relatively the same direction, using what looked like the easiest path since we couldn’t see either woman choosing anything other than that.

I was starting to wonder at what point we needed to head back and call the police for a helicopter rescue or something when we both stopped at the sound we heard.

At first, I thought it was a coyote yapping in the distance, but it was the middle of the morning and they only did that at night as far as I knew. Glancing at each other, Cattie and I went towards the noise and soon it became clear that it wasn’t an animal - it was Heather and Sherry. Arguing.

“I thought you said we went this way,” Sherry was complaining loudly.

“We did come this way,” Heather was growling back just as loud. “Jesus, could you stop being such a whiney bitch?”

“My ass hurts, you didn’t need to finger it so hard,” Sherry continued.

“Would you just shut up about that? You said you wanted to do it for your content.”

“You suggested it!” Sherry said. “You said it would get a gazillion views.”

“It will!” Heather said.

“Jesus Christ,” I sighed. Cattie and I reached a rise and looked down across a little valley in the rocky terrain to find Heather and Sherry trudging along… from left to right. Not towards us. They were naked just as we suspected, already looking an uncomfortable pink. Sherry was carrying a camera on a neck strap, and Heather was carrying her phone and a dildo, and they were both only wearing sneakers.

“How the fuck?” Cattie muttered.

“Last chance,” I said with a smirk. “We could abandon their asses to the wilds.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Cattie sighed, then raised her voice. “Where the fuck are you two going?”

Both Heather and Sherry turned, startled, and saw us watching them from the rise.

“Back to the boats,” Heather called, gesturing ahead of them and nearly in the right direction. Based on some basic geometry in my head, she was in fact heading in almost the exact opposite direction. “Now can you fuck off? I’m not exactly looking for your pervert to ogle me.”

“God,” Cattie said, looking up into the sky as she muttered. “I said don’t tempt me. Could you do that, please?”

I couldn’t help but snort at her little prayer.

“You’re going in the wrong direction,” Cattie called. “And you’re almost two hours late.”

“I told you-” Sherry started, but Heather shushed her.

“So you came looking for us?” Heather asked, pulling Sherry along as they approached us.

“There’s three groups out looking for you,” I said. “We’re just the ones that found you. We need to get the houseboats back to the rental docks in time.”

“Whatever,” Heather said, stopping within about ten paces of us, and Sherry stopped with her. Sherry, at least, felt a little bit of embarrassment and tried to cover her crotch with a hand. Heather, on the other hand, straightened her shoulders and stood proud - which only highlighted that her breasts, shoulders, stomach and thighs all looked like they were going to be uncomfortably sunburned in the near future. She was also sweaty, with her hair that was usually styled in that anime-ish spiky style wilting in the heat and sticking to her forehead and neck. “Can we get going or what?”

“Fuck,” Cattie grunted. “Not even a ‘thank you for rescuing us from being completely lost in the desert?’”

“What do you want me to do, grovel?” Heather sneered. “We would have found our way back eventually.”

“I guess that means you two don’t want to walk back with us?” I asked.

“We’re sorry,” Sherry said, glaring a little at Heather. “Thank you.”

“Jesus, you sound like a pussy,” Heather said. “You might as well suck his dick.”

“That’s not the worst idea,” Cattie said. “To apologise to Robbie, and thank him for coming out to look for you even though you’ve both been fucking awful people this entire trip.”

I blinked and looked at Cattie.

Then Sherry, flushing a little bit deeper pink, took a step forward with a resigned look on her face.

Chapter 327

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Cattie burst out. “You think I’d let you get anywhere fucking near my boyfriend?”

Sherry flushed an even deeper shade of pink as she gave a petulant look. “I wasn’t-”

“If I was going to accept either of you apologising properly, it would be Heather,” Cattie continued, glaring at her Ex.

I… was a little lost because Cattie hadn’t mentioned this idea and I was honestly a little concerned she was being serious. On the one hand, there would be a certain level of gross satisfaction at Heather sucking my dick after how awful she’d been to me, Cass and especially Cattie. She might have been a plastic Barbie with a heart of stone, but she was still physically attractive. The idea of having my way with her and paying her back for all the shit she’d put Cattie through was tempting. On the other hand, Ew. It was Heather.

“Not fucking happening,” Heather sneered after a moment.

“Fine with me,” Cattie said. “Now start fucking walking. That direction.” She pointed back the way we had come.

“You walk ahead of us,” Heather said. “I don’t want your Perv staring at mine or my sub's asses.”

I could feel Cattie shiver in disgust at Heather calling Sherry her sub. “Yeah, no,” she said, sneering right back. “I’ve had enough daggers planted in my back this week and I don’t feel like leaving it open for either of you to try and hit me over the head with a rock, too. You guys go first and we’ll follow.”

There was a bit of a staredown between Heather and Cattie for a long moment, but Sherry ended up muttering something to Heather. The daggers in the back comment had gotten to her a bit, I thought.

Heather transferred the phone from one hand to the other, holding it and the dildo, and then she grabbed Sherry’s hand and tugged her forward and passed us. Heather’s tits, fake as they were, were still a bit of a mystery to me because she had ghost areolas - even tanned and sunburned, they and her nipples were almost the exact same colour as the rest of her which made it look like she didn’t have an areola at all.

Once they were passed us I got a clear leak at both their butts - equally pink and going to be a bitch when they finally needed to sit down somewhere. I could also see smudges of dust on both of them, likely from whatever ‘activity’ they got up to when bringing their shoot to a close.

I grabbed Cattie’s hand, looking to her and stepping just a little closer as I lowered my voice. “You OK?” I asked her.

She nodded, then smirked a little as she flicked her eyes towards the other two for a moment and then back at me. “Sorry I offered your dick as a club to beat her over the head with. I was just pissed and the idea of her on her knees apologising like that was… well, it would have been satisfying.”

“I understand, baby,” I said, squeezing her fingers. “Maybe pass that kind of thing by me and Cass first though, yeah?”

“Oh, Cassidy already gave her blessing on that one - it was her fucking idea,” Cattie said with a smirk. “She just wants pictures to prove it happened. I didn’t take it seriously until I wanted to really knock that ego down a few pegs. Which was as soon as Heather opened her mouth.”

“Of course she came up with it,” I sighed, shaking my head. If Cass had her way, I’d probably fuck Heather in a marathon reaming of every hole she had until she was ruined for sex with anyone, ever.

We set off, following Heather and Sherry and calling for them to adjust course every once in a while. They had a tendency to veer left, and I wondered if one of them had developed blisters or something and they were favouring a leg. We passed by where we’d found Heather’s bottoms, but they didn’t say anything. Then we passed by where we’d found Heather’s top, and she looked back at us but again didn’t say anything. I had to wonder if she thought we might have her clothes, or if she figured they had blown away in the wind or something. Whatever the reasoning they had for scattering their clothes, for content or whatever, it had been a bad idea.

“Did you guys see my bikini bottoms around here?” Sherry asked as we passed the spot we’d picked up hers.

“Nope,” Cattie called succinctly.

They turned and kept walking.

“Guess we’re not taking pity on them,” I murmured.

“Not a fucking chance,” Cattie growled.

I made a mental note to myself that, for how sweet and caring and golden-hearted my black-haired girlfriend was, if she got pushed too far she could be a little vindictive. Deservedly so, but still, something to keep in mind for the future if someone else was starting to piss her off.

When we got one bar back on my phone I shot a text out to Cassidy and Becca that we’d found them and were on our way back. Then, when we got within sight of the lake, we directed Heather and Sherry to the right and cut the corner as we headed back towards the boats.

I called Cassidy once we had two bars.

“Hey, Tiger,” she said as she picked up. “It’s me, Becca and Wanda.”

“Hey,” I said. “We’re OK, and we’ve got them.”

“They’re miserable bitches, but unhurt,” Cattie added.

“OK. How long do you think?” Becca asked.

“We just passed the ten-minute spot,” I said.

She sighed on the other end of the phone. “OK. We’re pushing the timeline pretty hard now. We’ll need to leave right away when you’re back.”

“Sounds good,” I said.

“You should get everyone on the top deck to watch us walk in,” Cattie suggested. “It’ll be worth it.”

“Interesting,” Becca said. “OK. We’ll be waiting.”

“Love you guys,” I said.

“Love you too,” Cass, Becca and Wanda chorused.

We hung up, and I looked at Cattie. “Savage,” I said with a chuckle.

“Hey, it’s not a walk of shame if people don’t see it,” Cattie smirked. “Besides, they kept pressuring other people to get naked. It’s only fair that they feel a little pressure too.”

“Catherine, I love you,” I said.

“Why do I hear a ‘but’ in there?” Cattie asked, grinning and arching an eyebrow.

“No ‘but,’” I said. “It’s just, in this moment, I love you just an eensy, teeny weeny bit out of fear.”

She guffawed and I grabbed her and kissed her as we laughed. Heather and Sherry stopped to look back at us and I didn’t give one shit that they could see me grabbing Cattie’s ass as we kissed.