The characters in this story were first introduced in "The buddy session." Can I suggest you get to know them before reading on...
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"Charlie... pick up the bloody phone!"
Bree sounded irritated. Charlie put aside the paint brush to take the call from his buddy.
"What's eating you?" he inquired.
"Nobody," came the reply. "Maybe that's the problem."
"Oh...he'll be home soon," offered Charlie, remembering Bree had spent the last fortnight alone while her boyfriend and his mates were on their annual finishing trip to the gulf.
"Not soon enough. Anyway I rang to say I'll do it."
Charlie wondered what she was talking about. He hadn't heard from her since their buddy session over a month ago. Was she talking about the exercises, or the dress, or the phone message he had left on her mobile yesterday at the height of a dilemma? He had been contacted by regular, good-paying clients of his holiday house about its availability this coming weekend. The trouble was the normal tourist season was still four months away, and his staff were paid off this time of the year. He had tried to put them off, knowing they always took it fully catered; but his protests had fallen on deaf ears, and now the search was on for someone to prepare the meals for them.
"Listen, Bree, I shouldn't have rang you yesterday. So don't feel obliged to help out."
"Don't worry about it. It sounds like it might be fun, and the money's good."
"Yeah, but these guys can be demanding, and they are here for a good time."
"I'm the cook, not the entertainment," laughed Bree.
"That's not the problem. They'll bring their own entertainment, but they're not too shy about what they get up to. "
"I think I'll manage," Bree joked. "Anyway, what are buddies for if they can't help each other out now and then?"
"Well, I owe you big time. They'll get here for lunch Saturday-"
"Any special menu?" interrupted Bree.
"Not really. It'll still be bloody hot, so they'll probably hang around the spa a lot. Spa food will be fine."
"Thanks for telling me nothing, arsehole. See you Saturday."
By the time Saturday came, it had, if anything, become even hotter. Bree rose early, and shopped for the grocery list she had meticulously compiled. She was both apprehensive and excited. She loved cooking, and had at one stage confided to Charlie that she would like to become a specialist caterer- not the usual bulk order stuff- but for the yachts that cruised the Barrier reef, and for private parties. Explains Charlie's offer, she thought to herself.
Bree had no trouble with the directions, and arrived at the holiday house just after nine. It was, obviously, another of Charlie's well kept secrets. The timber house was nestled in the bush, beside a large, tree-lined lake.
Charlie appeared from nowhere and gave her a warm hug.
"You're glowing," he remarked, helping her haul the groceries into the house.
After putting the things away, he showed her around. The spa was set in a large indoor living area, enclosed on three sides by rooms. The fourth side led to a deck overlooking the lake.
"You can have that room if you're planning on staying over," Charlie said, pointing towards a detached bedroom. "Not sure it's a good idea, but it's there if you want it."
"We'll see," Bree replied. "I've packed an overnight bag, just in case. Definitely want to cool off in the spa before they come though."
"You're welcome," he said. "They should be here by noon. Unfortunately, I won't be. I'll see you late tomorrow."
When Charlie left, Bree checked the time. An hour to spare. She sorted through her clothes, selecting her new bikini. Why bother? she thought, and daringly walked naked from the bedroom to the spa. She slid into the cool water, and lay there lazily, soaking in the relief it gave from the tropical heat.
"Anyone there?"
The voice startled her. Shit! It can't be noon already, she thought, scanning the room for a clock and finding none. She reached for her clothes, then realised they were back in her room. Too late. She slid deep into the water as the footsteps approached.
"There you are!"
Reluctantly Bree looked up to see three men standing beside the spa. Two appeared to be in their late twenties, and one was much older.
"Damn! It's hot in this place. Can't blame you for getting in there."
"Sorry," Bree spluttered. "I wasn't expecting you so soon."
"Actually we're late," explained the oldest one. "I'm Andy. And these guys you should have nothing to do with, are Bill and Turk. Debbie's having a look around outside."
"I'm Bree. Would one of you like to get me a towel so I can get out? You must be hungry by now."
"Doesn't seem to be one," Bill said, halfheartedly looking about. "And I need to cool down. So if you don't want any company"-
With that, Bill slipped out of his clothes, allowing his cock to hang directly in front of her as he stepped into the spa.
"Good idea!" Turk shouted, stripping bare and diving in to join them.
"Here you go, honey."
The female voice came as a relief. Bree turned her head to see a young woman in a light cotton dress stride towards her.
"I'm Debbie. And they're harmless!" she said softly, holding a towel so it shielded Bree from the men. Bree accepted the gesture gratefully, rising and stepping quickly out of the water. Bree raised her arms, allowing Debbie to wrap the towel around her. She felt Debbie's hands brush her nipples. God!- I hope she didn't notice they were hard, Bree thought, moving her hand to hold the towel in place over her breasts. Then she felt Debbie's hands slide down her body, and was embarrassed as the fingers discovered her open cunt before drawing the towel closed over her thighs.
"What are you doing?" Bree whispered to the face behind her, careful not to attract the attention of the men nearby. Debbie moved closer, and drew the moist fingers to Bree's mouth. "That's what their cocks are going to taste like after they've fucked you."
