She might think it was up to fate, but he had other plans for their destiny.
* * * *
Brett offered Vic his arm when she came down from her judging booth in the Fascinations Lounge. She smiled graciously as he led her out the side door to the Lido deck, where they were meeting Carmyn and Mark for a late lunch.
“Hey!” Carmyn called and waved them over to a table. When they’d sat, she beamed at Vic. “That was a fun contest, right?”
Vic nodded and looked around distractedly. “Yeah. I still can’t believe all three of us gave that girl with the pearls the same score, though.”
“Lovely,” Mark murmured. “They looked so shiny and wet. Made me just want to take them in my mouth.”
“That’s the general goal with a clit piercing, dear.” Carmyn rolled her eyes. “Although I’ve never seen one like that. How many tiny pearls in that clit-chandelier? Twenty-five? Christ, I’d almost like to lick them too.” She laughed and reached for her drink.
“I wasn’t so big on the tattooed yoohoos,” Vic said. “All I could think about was how long they had to lie there getting that done. And how much it must’ve hurt.”
“And who wants their pussy hole to look like the eye of a falcon anyway?” Carmyn agreed. “I like the winner–that girl with the all-over body paint. The morning glory.”
“Yes,” Brett agreed with a grin. “Her nipples were perfect little buds, just ready for plucking.”
“That guy who used his junk and his sac to make a bird of paradise was… That was just wrong,” Mark said.
“Too bad Vagina-Vase guy didn’t show up and arrange some flowers in some girls,” Vic said. “I kinda miss him. He hasn’t been up to the Mountain in a year or so. Might have to offer him a discount for a return visit.”
Over Vic’s shoulder, Brett watched a couple getting frisky on the pool decking. Well, frisky might’ve been the stage several minutes back. They began the all-out sex sounds.
Vic rolled her eyes, but she seemed to be the only one not interested in watching them. Everyone at a table in the vicinity had stopped what they were doing, to watch. Two girls at a nearby table began making out and groping breasts.
“Now we’re talking.” Mark grinned and winked.
Vic rubbed her eyes, but shifted in her seat a little. “Whose idea was it to eat here anyway?” Poor Vic. Much as she tried to act immune to it all, she nearly always got turned on by others making it.
“Carmyn’s,” he and Mark said at the same time.
Carmyn was a bit of a nympho, and never tired of seeing, hearing, or talking about coitus in its many forms.
Vic curled her lip. “Might’ve known. Hey, why aren’t you at the anal class? I hear you get some real hands-on experience.”
“Anal?” Mark laughed. “Carmyn could teach that class, honey.”
“Shhh! Voices carry, darling.” But Carmyn didn’t look the least bit embarrassed. Instead, she raised her brows at Vic and placed a hand over hers. “You really don’t know what you’re missing, Tori.”
“I’ve watched enough to have an idea, thanks.”
“But do try it before you have babies,” Carmyn advised. “They mess everything up for a few years. You should totally be living it up now while you can, without arranging for sitters and everything else.”
Vic blew a raspberry and stood. “Order me a margarita, will you? Double. I’ve gotta, erm…powder my nose.”
“Uh-oh.” Once Vic was gone, Carmyn turned on him. “What’s the scoop?”
“We’ve put making babies on hold for a bit. That’s all.” Not really all. More likely she was reeling because he’d effectively destroyed her chance to live it up on this trip. Knowing Vic, she’d start trying again to conceive soon after their return home. God knew he’d do what he must to make her happy, even if it meant kidnapping young David Roman.
And it just might–they’d seen one another at the Body Art Exhibit, but David had looked away, outright pretending they didn’t know one another. The only proof of recognition was his pink cheeks.
Chapter 9
David waited at the Lido bar for his drink. All the sexual action around him could be a good thing, or it could make more of a mess in his head. Either way, the Lido deck was a safer place to hang out than the damn Cougar deck. He’d gotten grabbed and groped three times just walking through there. At first he’d thought it might be a good place to drown his surging lust, but the outright aggressiveness had seemed crass after the time he’d spent upstairs with Vic and Britt. Er, Victoria and Brett.