The early signs were clear. Sunday was going to be a real scorcher- the kind of tropical day that bred wild, late-afternoon storms.
By the time Bree had served breakfast, Andy and the boys had given up all thought of playing a round at the nearby golf course. It's going to be too bloody hot, they agreed. Not that Bill and Turk were fit to argue. They were right up to laying about the spa until their hangovers had passed.
Debbie welcomed the decision enthusiastically. "So I get all of you for the day!" she said. "That could be interesting."
"Well 'til mid afternoon at least," informed Andy. But if a storm blows up, we're out of here before the road closes."
"That'll be more than enough time for me to earn a bonus," promised Debbie.
Though working alone in the kitchen, Bree felt part of the group she had been hired to cook for. Less than a day ago, she had slunk from the spa, desperate to hide her nakedness from the men. Now it was as if they had lit the fire of her sexuality. And fucking Debbie and Andy had done nothing to extinguish it. Instead, she found herself wondering what it would be like to be their slut- to beg them to use her until cum covered her face and oozed out of her holes. It didn't really matter whether it happened today. She would leave this place with a new world open to her, and the resolve to go get it.
Back in her room to tidy up things, Bree checked the messages on her mobile phone.
She listened to the two unanswered calls, both from last night.
"Hi kid, it's Charlie. Just rang to check how things are going. Hope you're making those guys behave themselves. See you tomorrow. Owe you one."
Yeah, right Charlie, she thought. I've fucked Debbie and Andy so far- just two to go.
She deleted his call, and listened to the second message.
"Hi honey. It's me. There's a cyclone up here, so we're on the way home. Should be there about lunch time tomorrow. See 'ya."
"Fuck!" Bree said out loud. Adam wasn't due for another three days. She thought about ringing back, and realized he would still be traveling in the middle of nowhere, without mobile phone reception. She decided all she could do was ring him when he got home at lunch time.
Bree was packing her clothes into her car when Andy came up to her.
"You're not alright," he said knowingly. "I'm sorry if it's about this morning."
"It probably should be, but it's not," she replied. "I'll just have to get away as soon as you guys leave, so I'm getting packed early."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Would it help if we leave straight after lunch?"
"I don't want to be the cause of that. You've paid good money, so go get your money's worth."
"Are you going to join us?"
"Well, it's too hot to stay out here!"
Returning inside, they found the others already in the spa. Not surprisingly, their clothes were strewn on the floor. A plate of finger food, and large jug of iced juice, had been prepared.
"I decided to help you out," Debbie called. "In case I need a hand too."
Bree laughed at the suggestion. She liked Debbie; liked how comfortable she was with her sexuality and the way she went about her business.
"Are you two getting in here? Or do we have to watch you melt?" Turk enquired.
"You're on!" said Andy, stripping off his clothes. He turned to Bee.
"Coming in?"
Bree nodded.
The cool bubbling water quickly washed away the last of her doubts. She felt it was right to be here. Bree was still in her shirt and shorts, now thoroughly wet through. The material clung to her largish breasts, doing nothing to hide them. She suspected her dark bush was visible through her wet shorts, and cared enough about teasing them to stay below the turbulent water.
Debbie came over to her and whispered, "What's up with the clothes?"
"It's just me being me," Bree responded.
"Well I like the other you better," said Debbie. "So if she turns up, would you tell her I want to suck her pussy in front of these guys until she begs for mercy!"
"I'll keep it in mind."
Debbie wheeled away when she spotted Turk and Bill sitting on the edge of the spa, their legs dangling in the water. She moved between them, and pushed them onto their backs. Her hands drifted to their limp cocks and began stroking. Andy moved behind her, cock in hand, and she leaned over a little, spreading her legs as he rubbed his cock between them. The cocks in Debbie's hands grew quickly, and Bree found herself thinking 'not bad for guys who are still hung-over'. With their erections grew impatience, and they signaled for Debbie to get out of the spa. She reached behind her, and planted a deep kiss into Andy's mouth, before lifting herself out of the water.
As soon as she was out, Bill rose to his feet, his cock jutting out in front as he swept her up, and carried to the nearby table. Turk joined in, arranging Debbie so her legs hung over one edge, and her head was close to another. Bill slipped between her legs, and she lifted them high and wide, pulling open her bald snatch in front of him. The invitation was too good to refuse, and he clamped his mouth over it hungrily. She started to tell him how good it felt, how she loved his tongue in her groove, but a hand grabbed her head and turned it to the side, where Turk's fat cock was waiting. She let him slip it into her mouth, then put her hand onto his arse, and urged him to face fuck her. Turk did, slowly driving it in until it bent against the back of her mouth, before drawing it back; in again, bend, out again, in again...establishing a rhythm that threatened to drain his balls until the expert's hand on his arse interrupted it, leaving his cock against the entrance to her throat. He felt her head move a little. Now the hand on his arse was pulling him forward, and he felt an overwhelming sensation as the resistance gave way, and his cock head slid into her throat.
