Drama on the North Shore

This is the re-publishing of this story. For some reason someone else's story was published under this title the first time I submitted it. Thanks for your patience.

This is part one of a 2-day story within the story. The events of these two days are kinda rough for our characters, and probably won't be to everyone's taste. There are some truly despicable characters in this installment that our main crew are going to cross paths with. There will be strong themes reluctance (nothing non-con, but definitely not what the characters were hoping for) and some unflattering portraits of rich old men. I'm hoping the presence of Adam, as well as Cori and Nikki at the bookends of this installment will help serve as a bit of a palate cleanser to those who aren't interested in the "kinda icky" bits. If you decide to skip, then skip this and the next chapter also (Drama on the North Shore Part 2: <subtitle TBD>). I'll be sure to summarize the major plot points there so you're not lost if you skip these two.

Drama on the North Shore

Part 1: Kinda Icky

**Nikki and Cori**

The sun had set on a wonderful weekend for Cori and Nikki. The girls were lying in bed, cuddled together.

Nikki had her head on Cori's chest, Cori's arm behind her, holding her tightly.

"It's been a crazy last few weeks huh?" Cori asked.

"Mmm." Nikki mumbled into Cori's chest as she nuzzled closer. "The best."

The girls laid in silence for a while, both minds running. Cori's was focused on tomorrow, the start of a new job, the chance to earn a little financial independence, and to inject a bit of normalcy into their lives.

Nikki's mind was focused on the woman next to her. She couldn't believe how in-love she was. The last few weeks of adventures had been fun, but strangely for the adventurous Nikki, all she really wanted was to be with Cori. Everything else was just kind of a distraction at this point (although, many of those distractions had been extremely pleasant.)

"I wish we could just stay like this forever sweetie." Nikki murmured and nuzzled in more.

The two girls drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow was an early morning.

**Bella**

Arabella Pulaski was excited. Tonight, her dad had asked

her

to help him prepare for one of his events and she wasn't going to let him down!

Abel Pulaski was an influential figure in the political and business scene in Chicago. Her father was a very busy and important man, and he rarely had time to spend time with his daughter. Most of his affection was shown through gifts, very rarely did she get to spend more than a passing moment with him, but last night he had called her into his office and asked for her help!

He was having an event at their summer house on the North Shore. A "small private gathering" of VIP's that he wanted to either impress or invite to impress him. It was an evening party out on the pool deck, overlooking Lake Michigan. He'd suggested that Arabella invite 5 or 6 of her "Nicest" friends out to the party to help entertain guests and help keep the food and drinks flowing throughout the night.

Arabella was to coordinate with her friends to make sure they understood their responsibilities. They would man the bar, bring food out from the house, and provide "eye candy" for the guests. He also stressed that the girls needed to understand that the party was a

private

event, and what was heard or seen at the event was not to be spoken of outside.

"You and your friends may hear things that would be very problematic if they were shared outside of this event Bella." Her father had lectured. "We're gearing up for an election season, there are business deals where timing is everything, and admittedly this is one of the few occasions where men like us have an opportunity to relax and be ourselves, so it's critical that we don't have to worry about whether what we say or do shows up in the papers tomorrow, ok?

It's kinda icky...all those dirty old men, but like Daddy says, everyone needs an opportunity to let loose once in a while.

"Yes Daddy, I totally understand...I'll only invite the girls I know I can trust." Said Arabella dutifully "I won't let you down!"

"You'd better not!" he said, then laughed. "Your mother is out of town again, so you're the woman of the house right now. And your job is to support me and make me look good, ok?"

Her father sat behind a large mahogany desk in his study. He wasn't a big man, coming in at maybe 5'6" or 5'7" and a bit overweight, but she'd always thought he had an aura of power. He always dressed expensively, wearing expensive brands and flashy accessories like the giant Breitling watch he had on his wrist today, and the gold and diamond ring he had on his pinky. He was wearing a track suit ensemble by Luis Vuitton that cost more than a lot of new cars.

He'd always told Arabella that appearances were the most important thing. "People will decide 90 percent of what they think of you the first time they see you. You'd better be memorable in a good way!" Arabella had taken that to heart and had always striven to keep herself in good shape, dress the latest fashions, and ensure that she never said or did anything to make her seem anything but perfect and ultra-successful. She'd already been accepted pre-law at UChicago, and her goal was to complete her JD and then come back to work on her father's political campaigns.

Tonight, she would prove to her father that those lessons hadn't been wasted and that she was someone he could rely on.

"Ok girls. Remember tonight we need to be upbeat and cheerful. These men need someone to take their minds off all the distractions in their lives...make sure they've got everything they need, drinks, food, whatever. If they ask for something you don't know how to provide, come to me and we'll figure out what to do, ok?

Bella looked at her friends, decked out in matching black string bikinis (Chanel, of course) with gold trim and sheer open-front cover-ups that flowed down to the upper-thighs/just below the butt. They all wore black stiletto heels to match. 'Fuck Me heels' Bella thought to herself.

I'm sure a few of these sluts are hoping to live up to that name tonight!

She'd had the girls practicing all afternoon to make sure there was no stumbling, tripping, or general awkwardness walking around and serving in the outfits. The girls had been shown how to mix a variety of drinks and were instructed on how to interact with the guests. "Seen and not heard...unless he talks to you first! Then make sure he remembers you!"

Courtney, Martha, Kenzie, Mhykayla, and Seo-Yeon were not Bella's best friends, but more importantly, they were some of the most reliable, discreet, and importantly hottest girls she knew.

Courtney and Martha were twins (fraternal) both girls were tall, blond Scandinavian-looking bombshells with barbie-like legs and hair. Their chests were not massive like the doll, but the perky b-cups filled out their bikinis nicely. The girls weren't the brightest, but they were fun, flirtatious, and most importantly, their loyalty was easily obtained with a few compliments, the gift of the expensive swim outfits, and the promise that her father would get a meeting later next week with her father to discuss business.

Kenzie was dark-skinned and haired and very tall at almost 6 feet 2 in her heels. Her legs and ass were her best feature, long, smooth and ending in the most delectable brown buns that peeked out the sides of her bikini briefs. She didn't have the prettiest face (a bit horse-faced if Bella was being honest) but with Arabella's help on hair and makeup not to mention her large chest prominently displayed in her d-cups, she looked sexy, if not beautiful tonight. She and Bella had been on the basketball team together and that bond made Bella confident that she could trust the girl. Her father had requested that she get "at least one black girl" at the party and Kenzie fit the bill for that as well.

Mhykayla was the wild card of the group. All curves and flirtatious energy. 36-24-36 with hips and boobs all over the place, Mhykayla was a gorgeous Italian princess with tan skin, full lips, and glossy black hair that flowed almost down to her Kardashian-esque ass. Arabella suspected Kayla had gotten a BBL, but however she got that ass, Bella couldn't deny how amazing it looked in her Bikini. Kayla was probably Bella's closest friend in the group here. The two had known each other since middle school, and Kayla was a regular part of Arabella's core crew at school, unlike the other girls here, who were more "peripheral" friends.

Finally Seo-Yeon. Another "Affirmative Action" hire as her father had put it jokingly. "We gotta make sure there's an Asian girl too, ok? Wouldn't want to piss-off Kwan." he'd said chuckling privately to himself.

Seo-Yeon or as Arabella and the girls called her "Soy" (sauce behind her back) was a beautiful, petite Korean girl. She was actually the oldest of the group, nearly 19, but she looked like the youngest by far. Her body was almost boyish compared to the other, with modest A cups and a tight but tiny ass. Twin space-buns with gold ribbon, adorned her head, her makeup was colorful with pink eye-shadow, long fake lashes, and glossy pink lips. A lollipop was almost always strategically present in her mouth or hand to complete the "Waifu" look she seemed to be going for. Soy was reliable and always fun at a party. Bella had no worries she'd be a star tonight.

With her troops assembled, make up and outfits done, and the clock nearing 7:00, Bella felt a bit of anxiety mixed with excitement in the pit of her stomach. She looked in the mirror to check the last of her look.

Bella was a princess. She'd known her whole life that it was important to cultivate that impression both to get the attention of her parents, and to let the rest of the world know why she deserved the opportunities and attention she wanted. Her suit matched the other girls, but she had a tiara braided into her long blond hair, which was pulled back into a loose ponytail to keep it out of the way. She had strands of hair strategically framing her face, which was gorgeous. Her father had always said Polish women were the most beautiful in the world, and Arabella embodied that ideal with her blue eyes, rounded face, and thick, luscious lips. She preferred a dark eyeliner and smoky look, which she felt made her look more maturely sexy, and a subtle red lip shade that she felt was "classy but striking." Her body was also a perfectly proportioned affair. 5'6" with round c-cups that filled her bikini top fully. Her belly was a perfect 6-pack, and her hips and ass were just the right amount of feminine and curvy with not even a hint of extra flab. She spent 2 hours a day in the Gym and had had a personal dietician since she was 12 to ensure that nothing marred the perfect clean canvas of her body and the attention she had from boys and men alike let her know that it was working as expected.

She nodded in the mirror. They were ready.

"Ok girls! Battle stations! Courtney and Martha, you've got the bar. Keep the drinks flowing and make sure to chat the men up. If they try to offer you any tips turn them down kindly. You'll be compensated by my father, so you don't need to take their money.

Kenzie and Soy, keep an eye on the buffet and make sure nothing runs out. It's your job to make sure the kitchen staff know what is running low and have it out BEFORE it's gone. Also make sure to chat up any of the guys who seem interested in you, but don't let it distract you from your job, at least for the first couple hours, ok?

Kayla, you're with me. We're going to mingle and make sure the guests are enjoying themselves. Get them whatever they ask for, and if you see anyone who looks bored or unhappy do something to fix it. Also, Kayla, it's your job to keep an eye on the service staff. Make sure they're cleaning up plates and glasses, but not hanging out or getting in the way. If you see anyone talking to the guests or sneaking food or drink, run them off, ok?"

Finally, for all of you, don't forget, our job is to show these men a good time, make them comfortable, and make tonight a memorable experience for them. Any questions?

"What if they get handsy?" Seo-Yeon asked.

"Good question!" Bella responded, "Do NOT make a scene. Do NOT make the guest uncomfortable. You girls look HOT, these guys are going to notice, and maybe even act on that. A little tap or squeeze is no big deal, ok? If it goes past that and you're not comfortable with it, disengage yourself without making a scene. Make an excuse that you've got to go check up on the kitchen or something like that."

"What if we

are

comfortable with it? These guys are all rich right? And maybe some will even be hot!" Kayla asked enthusiastically.

Bella chuckled, "Keep your pants on girl! At least for now. Once the party is flowing and the buffet is closed, you can all loosen up a bit. Feel free to flirt and have fun. Sit in laps, get them into the pool and horse around, but try to keep it 'PG-13' in the open, ok? If he's unable to control himself, take him into the pool house, there's two bedrooms made up and ready but remember, if you take a man in there you're going to give him what he wants...no chickening out. We don't need any drama tonight. And clean up afterwards in case the room needs to be used again. Also remember, most of these guys are going to be married, their wives are probably frigid bitches like my mom so don't judge them, but also remember they're not looking for anything more than a good time and what happens in the pool house stays in the pool house."

Seo-Yeon and Kenzie looked nervous but were nodding their understanding. The twins were grinning and looking at each other with excitement, Kayla was practically vibrating with excitement.

"Anything else?" Bella asked. "No? Then let's get out there and kick some ass!"

The girls filed out of the house and out to the pool deck. It was a beautiful summer evening. The sun was still setting, and the sky was a beautiful orange hue. There was a cool breeze coming in from the lake providing just the right amount of relief from the fading heat of the day. Torches, candles, and fairy lights were sprinkled around the pool area providing a warm and inviting atmosphere.

A couple of early birds were already hanging out by the pool and Bella headed over to talk to them as the other girls attended to their various duties.

**Adam**

"Ugh, why are we here Max?" Adam grumbled. Isn't this more your world? He looked around at the lakeside mansion behind them. "And looks like we're early. Nobody out here but the staff."

"You know why we are here Adam." Max, a handsome 30-something man in a linen suit, many people compared his looks to a 'thicker Bradley Cooper' and that was about right in Adams estimation, think 'American Sniper' with the hair from 'Wedding Crashers.' Abel Pulaski is connected to everyone we need in order to get our contract with the Fire Department finalized." He lectured, "You need to kiss the ring and let him know what kind of person he's working with...I'll take care of the rest."

Adam had met Max in Northern Idaho during a forest fire rescue. Most sane people (even some of the militia knuckleheads who lived up there) had cleared out when evacuation orders came through as the fire's approach became inevitable. Max had decided he was going to stay behind and try to save his compound alone. Needless to say, he'd bitten off more than he could chew and had quickly realized no amount of chain sawing and soaking with the hose was going to save his compound but by that point the roads had already become inaccessible, so he'd had to call for rescue on his satellite phone.

Adam and his crew had been called in to help. He normally hated saving rich douchebags who didn't listen to simple instructions, but something about Max's willingness to try and save his place alone, and his humility when he'd admitted he'd screwed up made Adam like him. They'd helped him secure a few valuables and loaded him onto the chopper to evacuate him, all the while Adam and Max chatted and got to know each other.

Adam had found out that Max had made a small fortune in tech, developing a software platform that was used to connect various electronic devices wirelessly and share / relay the information to a central hub. Max had moved out west to get away from his busy life in Chicago whenever he could, although he still kept an apartment downtown and a small office in one of the high-rises.

Adam had been intrigued by the idea and the two had gotten to talking about incorporating wearable devices into fire-fighting equipment to help improve safety and efficiency for firefighters. By the time they had landed, Max was impressed by how quickly Adam saw the possibilities, and his subject matter expertise, and had given Adam his card and instructions to "call me when you've got some downtime, so we can explore this further."

That had led to the formation of Blaze Technologies, co-founded by the two with Max as the money and Adam as the industry expert. The business had quickly found it's audience out west and was already being used across the northwest's various remote fire-fighting units. But that was small potatoes compared to the massive community-fire department market, and today's soiree was one of the final steps to finalizing a proof-of-concept deal with the CFD and several the other suburban departments as well that would hopefully open the market across the country if successful.

"Ugh...politics...but I'll be good and kiss this rich douchebag's ass. This tech is going to save a lot of lives, and make things so much safer for firefighters, it's worth the slight amount of 'ick' feeling from working with someone like this" Adam agreed.

Max sighed, "You don't get as rich and powerful as these guys and stay a saint...it's part of doing business at this level Adam. I know you know that...so I'll stop lecturing. Let's try to have fun huh? Least there's some nice Eye candy, he gestured at the stunning group of bikini clad girls making their way from the house."

The girls coming down the path weren't Adam's normal type, but he was willing to admit they were quite nice to look at. At the front, a stunning little blond girl in a tiara with a big grin plastered on her face gave them a cute little wave and approached them.

"Good evening boys! I'm Bella and I'm your hostess for this evening. I'm so glad you could make it tonight, and hope you have a wonderful time. If you need

anything

let me or one of the girls know, ok?"

"Thanks Bella, we appreciate it." Max replied, "I think I'll go get myself a drink from one of those delightful ladies behind the bar!"

Max walked away, leaving Adam with Bella. The girl looked familiar to him, but he couldn't place her. He wondered if the girls were escorts, they were certainly pretty enough, but he thought they seemed awful young to be working girls. He smiled uncomfortably at Bella who was standing uncomfortably close, with her hand on his arm. "I need to check a few messages on my phone. Please excuse me." He said and walked over to an empty stand-up table where he conspicuously scrolled through his phone.

**Bella**

Who is that man? Maybe a bit more "Lumberjack" than I usually go for, but handsome, and BIG!

Bella watched the man walk away. Doh! She hadn't gotten either of the men's names! She chided herself internally and promised to be better going forward. A few more men were walking down the path from the back entrance, and she hustled over to greet them.