Jack threw his tackle box in the back of Andy's truck, flicked away the remnants of his cigarette and got in the seat beside his buddy. If Deanna had been there, he'd have caught Holy Hell for throwing his butt away and littering, but Christ, could she
lighten the fuck up
once in a while?
"So, how are we working it this time?" Jack asked.
"Perry and Ross are meeting us up at the Cabin in a few hours, Ben and Jerry are gonna drive up later on tonight, there's some kind of disturbance downtown." Ben and Jerry were Police Officers who endured merciless teasing about their names. Both were long-time friends of firemen Perry & Ross. Jack was a Podiatrist, Andy owned a large Pharmacy.
"When are you going to kick that nasty habit?" Andy gritted his teeth, the waft of tobacco smoke still in the air.
"Fuck man, don't
you
start on me. You sound like fucking Deanna. I know it isn't good for me, but I am not ready to quit now and jeez, after one of my rows with her, I fucking
need
a smoke!"
"Still harping?"
"Yeah, still harping. What about Renee?"
"She's starting to get on my nerves. Shit, without these weekends Deanna suggested, I'd be inhaling the Scotch. Wonder what all of them do when we go on these retreats of ours?"
"No idea. Probably sip white wine and bitch about how bad we are in the sack, I guess."
Nope, dear reader ... not even
close
.
Deanna scampered up from the Deck Chair as she saw Renee approach. The cuddly redhead gave her friend a big hug, the sexy black woman was one of her oldest friends and closest confidantes. Both women wore their Pink Bikinis, the "Pink Pussycats" were a social group that the two women had organized a few years back, a group of like-minded women who got together periodically to have some fun and blow off steam about their respective husbands, boyfriends or current paramours.
The original intent of the group was quickly compromised, but we shall get to that later...
"Linn's providing the catering and set-up again!" Deanna winked at her friend as they sat by the pool. "She's always reliable, efficient and discreet, plus she provides us such an excellent rate." Renee laughed, both women knew why. She looked around and saw there were indeed already, bottles of wine chilling, fresh fruit with lots of strawberries and such, chocolate for fondue, the back area now nicely decorated and music playing. Linn had even provided enough sun block and other things to keep everyone protected and having fun, including several other naughty things that would ensure the continued "specialness" of their get-togethers. Linn had probably come early in the morning, set up and gone home for a few hours rest. She'd
need
it.
"Who else is coming this afternoon, besides Linn, you and I?" Renee asked. They almost always had 5 regulars and a few guests, some who were members, some guests. One of the first rules was guests were allowed, but Deanna and Renee, being founding members, had final say.
"Crystal ..." Deanna said. Crystal was Andy's ex-wife. "... and maybe Heather. She said she'd try to be here tomorrow if she can get her Mom to take the kids." Heather was married to Ross, Renee and Perry had been together 10 years, although Perry kept copping out, saying he didn't
believe
in marriage. Renee almost gave off smoke every time she told that story, it was a total excuse for being a coward, but he was a pretty nice guy in all other ways, so she was sticking around.
"Cara and Hiromi too, of course." Hiromi was their latest member, she was a Japanese beauty that Ben had saved from an attempted robbery and been smitten by, Cara was Jerry's wife of 15 years, marrying right out of High School. "Crystal tells me she has a little surprise, so we should all look forward to that." The pretty blonde divorcee loved to shock her fellow club members.
Just as the founding members finished conversing, they heard a loud
chikchikchik
on the poolside tiles and long, slender legs, stiletto-clad feet coming into view, signalling Linn's arrival. The exotic, pink bikini-clad beauty was another long-time member, which was why she gave them such a good rate. In fact, she charged them practically nothing, euphoric each time she got the call there was another meeting. Kisses were exchanged and just as Linn was about to sit, everyone seemed to show up, squealing, hugging and kissing and looking forward to the next days ahead. Leggy blonde Crystal, in a tight, cream-colored mini and sandals with long straps that went halfway up her tanned limbs, had a friend with her, a tiny brunette that simply
oozed
cutie-pie. "Who do we have here?" Deanna beamed at the newcomer.
Crystal spoke up. "This is Brittney."
"You don't mean ...?"
"That's right. Andy's
current
wife."
Flabbergasted was too mild a word to describe the others reaction. Crystal had been abruptly divorced, although the huge settlement had mitigated a lot of pain. But to bring your ex's current spouse? Crystal held up her hand. "It's okay everyone, she and I are friends. We met in the lingerie shop a month or two ago and I only found out who she was last week. Isn't that hysterical?" Then Crystal sighed. "Poor kid, it seems like Andy's up to his old tricks again."
Andy, who was nearing 50 and not the best physical specimen, refused to believe he had
anything
to do with his continued lack of prowess in the bedroom. He divorced his first wife, charmed and married the now-25-year old Crystal, when she couldn't get him fully revved in the sack; he had 2 affairs, which didn't work out, of course. He pleaded with Crystal to give him another chance, and when she did, he divorced her and married Brittney a year later.
"How old are you kiddo?" Deanna said, giving the new arrival a welcoming hug.
"Almost twenty" Brittney said in a soft voice that almost sounded like the chiming of bells. Cutie, indeed!
"Okay, then you're plenty old enough to play with the big kids!" Deanna laughed, ushering the girl over to where the others were pouring wine and laughing.
Brittney was a bit silent, perhaps she was intimidated? No matter, for when she did speak, she chose her words carefully and was totally charming. Crystal was just staring intently at her companion, she felt Deanna's arms around her waist.
"Smitten, are we?"
Crystal nodded. "Well, just
look
at her. Can you blame me?"
Deanna shook her head; Brittney was indeed sweet, with an engaging personality. The food was eaten for a while, then taken inside and put away, so it could be eaten later and not spoil. Deanna looked at the remainder of the group, still dressed and in heels.
"Everyone here has too many clothes on!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "Cris, can you take our newcomer upstairs and show her where we put our stuff, then get your butt back down here?"
As Crystal and Brittney departed, Deanna felt Linn nibbling on her ear. "Impatient little slut, are we?" Linn's knowing hands moved all over Deanna's supple flesh, fondling her perfect round tits, Deanna was already growing damp with arousal. As co-founder of the club, it was established that she or Renee – sometimes
both
of them – got first dibs on the new player. Deanna looked over at her lover and saw the predatory hunger in the black girl's eyes – she knew the show Renee and Brittney were about to put on would be a smouldering, passionate tableau they'd all long remember.
Some time ago, when the informal group had started, it was only to relax, catch some sun, swim, eat and drink and bitch about their relationships. One afternoon, Renee had brought Linn with her and while they griped about their men, Linn listened attentively, but didn't say much. Deanna was on her third glass of wine when she leaned over and asked Linn teasingly "Is your relationship with your man so good that you don't have anything to bitch about?"