“I love you.” To have him want her the way he had, after watching… He was such a solid, reliable force in her life.
“And I you, Vic.” He squeezed her until she thought she’d never breathe again. “Must say, this isn’t what I’d expected, though.”
“Hmm?”
His hands had crept down her ass crack.
“I’d rather hoped the bloke would keep me company while you do your judging this noon, and then maybe he could tag along… I dunno. For the cruise, I suppose.”
She nibbled his shoulder. “Maybe it was awkward for him. Ya know?” Other than those first strange minutes last night, none of it had seemed awkward for her. But she was older, and she’d seen a hell of a lot of these things play out, even if she hadn’t participated in them. “Maybe he’s trolling the Cougar deck, or had some other plans. Who knows?”
He was silent, gently caressing her tender parts, parts now aching for more of his touch. She knew he wouldn’t do more, though. Those parts would need lube, which wasn’t handy. Besides, he seemed deep in thought–the caressing was more of an absentminded stroke. “I suppose it’s his way. He’s a runner, isn’t he?” Wherever he was headed with this, she’d let him keep going. The think-stroking was great. “Like yesterday. He ran when presented with the proposal.” His fingers ventured forward, where she was somewhat raw, if better lubricated. “Question is, why did he run this time?”
She winced, and couldn’t help but flinch away from his hand. “Maybe he was, like…sore.”
Britt pulled back enough to look at her face. “Ah, love. I’m sorry. Let’s go see what our Gossip Gal had to say, shall we?”
On the table in front of them, her laptop powered up, they found the website for the tabloid, where A-list celeb divorces came to light, and B-list porn stars had their fifteen minutes of fame. The imported blog had gained top billing on The Scoop’s site, front and center.
“Here we go,” Victoria muttered.
Day 2 on FCS Aphrodite proved educational and entertaining. My 1-line description? A guy who gives it in the back never goes slack.
Today was the All About Anal class-slash-orgy. Let me tell you, even an expert could learn things from that crash course. For instance, did you know…almost one third of ancient Peruvian pottery portrays anal intercourse? After the informative part of the lesson, we all got to watch firsthand, and then try out the new techniques. “We do, you do” style. Holy luscious lubricants, AssMan! The folks at Lay-Techs were kind enough to provide samples of their brand-new state-of-the-art lube, name yet TBA–provide samples? Or test out? Either way, the product went over quite well. A pity the whole shebang–hole shebang? Heh–couldn’t have been recorded for posterity. In summary, a good time was had by all, and many good times were had by several.
In other news, the body art contest was not at all what I’d expected. A man who plies his package and paints his pubes to look like a bird of paradise? Wrong, on so many levels.
And now for the Gritty Gossip. Everyone’s favorite Fantasy Mountain ex, Rafe Wyndham, was seen parading around the Cougar deck, stealing horny aged ladies from their he-cubs for his harem. A little bird tells me he had one hell of a party in his suite! And why wouldn’t he? The guy is hot as hell even if he is old as Satan, and clearly still lusting after Victoria. Maybe she should consider her options. Hey, at least he was never overheard telling other viewers at a body art contest that he wished Victoria would get a hood piercing with pearls–as opposed to her husband with the obvious wandering eye.
Signing off,
G-G-girl.
Victoria covered her eyes with her hands. “Tell me you did not say that.”
“I did not.”
“Okay.” Though her reflex had been to fly into his face and go nuts, she had to trust him.
“Remember, love. There’s a reason she’s remaining anonymous. No chance of libel suits if nobody knows who to sue. Although I’ve a mind to slap some warning litigation on this site for carrying her lies.” He stood beside her, smoothing her hair.
The lies were a problem, sure. But spilling detailed secrets about her clients–that was a bigger concern. What if the name-dropping got more frequent? Bad enough the little bitch had already used Carmyn’s name and Rafe’s. Who else would she name?
“I think it’s time I had a brief meeting with old Rafe,” Britt mused. She looked up and narrowed her eyes at him in warning, but he continued. “Only as long as it takes for my fist to meet his ogling eyes.”