“It just reminded me of something that happened,” Brad said.
“Brad, could you get this working for us?”
“I’ve never set up a C environment. Maybe we could get our test system to talk to IMS?”
They walked into Ned’s office to a chilly reception. “Harry, sweetie.”
“What?” Harry gave Katie a brief scowl.
“Could you install IMS on our test system?”
“That I know how to do,” Ned said. Brad gave Ann a hush sign and the left the other three to work things out.
An hour later Brad came out and gave them a thumbs up. “Got the C code working. Did an unload reload into that box.”
“What about the wrapper?”
“Harry and Katie are working on it.”
“Let me see if Katie still wants to come with us.” Ann came back a moment later. “Okay, she wants us to take her over and bring her back here. If that’s okay?”
“It’s fine with me. You’re the one with stuff to do.”
Another foray into the Ned’s office. This time both ladies came out. “We’re going to go now? If that’s okay?”
Brad looked at his watch. Way too early to call home. Okay, he’d have to risk that he’d have time to call later.
“I need to get my stuff out of my car.” Katie went dashing away in her heels, came back wearing sneakers and carrying a towel. It was so hot she was sweating hard by the time she was back to their car. “Turn on the fucking AC!” They did that, pointing the air back at her, filling it with her musk. “Damn! Damn! I’m fucking up this fucking dress!” She had the towel draped over her, wriggling around underneath it. The dress appeared on the seat next to her, followed by her bra, then her panties.
“Watch where you’re going, damn it.” That was to Brad, who was spending far too much time peeking into the rear view mirror. “Jesus! Men! Just don’t get pulled over, right?”
They arrived at the lake without more excitement. It was even less busy than the day before, no one around as the other two traded clothing for sunscreen. Katie took her towel down with her, using it to flick the other two on the butt while they were on the level part of the walkway. It was a big beach towel, twice as big as the hotel towel Brad had with him. She seemed quite adept at using it, getting it to flick with the very end so that it produced a little sting. Able to aim it so precisely that she could get the back of Brad’s balls or Ann’s pussy.
“Does Harry know you’re that good with a whip?” Ann asked.
“Not yet.”
“How about a strap on. Tried that on him yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Really.” Ann turned back to say something more, and the towel caught her nipple. “Ouch.”
“Sorry.” They had reached the steep drop to their rock.
“Same deal as yesterday?” Brad asked.
“Maybe you could stop here on the way back. Instead of going down to the end?”
“Sure. Whatever.” It wasn’t more than a hundred yards to the end of the swim area.
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“Off he goes,” Ann sighed, “the creature of habit. The Lake Travis habit creature.”
“Like the Loch Ness monster?”
“Something like that. You know he eats the same thing for breakfast every morning? I wonder how many times he and his wife have done it exactly the same way.”
“It’s already like that with Harry. What about you?”
“If it even happens. Hard to remember from one time to the next.”
“I don’t know about you, but there is no way I am ever getting married.”
“No kids? You’re going to be alone when you’re old?”
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ. What about you?”
“I’m going to tell Evan exactly what happened this week. Show him the photos from the Bayou. Show him the tape I’m making tonight. If he still wants to marry me, I’ll do it. If he loves me enough to still want to marry me.”
“This was your plan all along?”
“No. Maybe. What the fuck are you doing to Harry? The same damn thing? Except right in front of him?”
“Maybe.”
“Where’d you learn how to use a whip like that?”
“At the other end of one. God, there he is.” They were far enough out that they had scramble to get back to the rock before Brad did.
“Hi ladies.” Brad was sitting with his legs out, leaning back on his elbows, watching them emerge from the lake. Like Venus rising from the sea, except Venus didn’t stub her toe on a rock and curse and hold her foot up to look at the damage. He had a sudden vision of the goddess being knocked over by a wave as she worked her way to the shoreline.
“Don’t move.” Katie was walking closer to him, then legs akimbo as she walked over his, right up to where his head and torso blocked her, leaning over him. Why? So he could lick her? She was up a bit too high for that. She was wrapping her towel around his arms. “Lie back now.” That trapped his arms. “Stay that way.”
“Rubber? There’s one in my shoe.”
“You aren’t ready for a rubber.” She took his little hotel towel and flicked it at the part that wasn’t ready. A few more flicks and it was. “Okay, here’s the deal. You know the game I was playing with that boy last night?’
“Not really.”
“Okay then. Here are the rules. You keep your tongue and your prick sticking up. I do what I want with them. Anything I want for as long as I want and don’t you dare come until I tell you to. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” A flick of the towel.
“Yes mistress.” That was enough to provoke a snicker from Ann.
Okay, now what? Katie gave a sigh. Not much urge to use her mouth on that tongue. Or on the other end with the rubber on it. Shove them into her pussy? Not in the mood. And it was getting late, time to get back to working on the IMS problem. Why was she even doing this? Squat on his face then and get it over with. God, he liked it. He was trying to work his tongue in deeper. What kind of tongue was that? He really was a monster. His mouth was wide open, teeth upon her flesh, lips somehow finding her clit, rubbing it against his incisors, his lower fangs. Okay, to the other protrusion, throbbing in its dayglo sheathing. “Your little wifey ever do this for you?”
“Yep.”
What? Wrong answer. How many times had they done it this way? Hundreds? Thousands? Fuck him! Fuck him! “Okay, you can come now.”
“Thanks.” And he did, straining up against her just a bit. So casually. She was nothing to him, nothing. What if he had done it with his wife this way a thousand times? What was this, a tenth of a percent? Noise level. “That was great,” he added. “You are so beautiful.”
“Better than your wife? Prettier than your wife?”
“I’ve met his wife,” Ann said. “She was wearing glasses and a clunky bathrobe and her hair was a mess. No makeup.”
“Oh.”
“She was beautiful.”
“Oh.” Katie stood up, took the pool towel, and flicked it against Brad’s nipples. “So why the fuck are you doing this?”
“Maybe to scratch an itch.”
“Scratch too hard and it starts to bleed.” Katie went into the water to rinse off. The other two followed.
CHAPTER 8
“I AM SO NOT in the mood for this.” Ann gave a little sigh as they pulled into the hotel parking lot. “What about you?”
“Me? I’m just going to sit by the pool and have a beer. But I need to call home first.”
“Okay. Don’t be too long, okay?” Ann went over to the front desk, returning with one of the gold key cards. “Use this to get up there. You might as well just wear what you have on.” Which was not much – his flimsy jogging shorts and a tee shirt. He swam in those shorts also, when he had to wear something. Okay, call home. What the hell was he supposed to say? No answer. “Hi, hope you’re okay. Ann wants to do a movie now, so we’ll be having dinner late. Leave me a message. Love you.”