Chapter 26

The weekend before the trip brought an unexpected detour from their contest planning.

Debbie was out to dinner with Susan Reynolds, catching up on how the salon was doing, when Billy and Kelly stopped by the house on Saturday night. They were both home from college for the weekend and figured they would stop by to see what Debbie and Holly were up to.

They walked in to find Holly on her knees in the living room, enthusiastically deep-throating Mike Zordick on the couch. Mike’s head was thrown back, one hand tangled in Holly’s hair as she worked him with wet, sloppy enthusiasm, cheeks hollowed, spit dripping down her chin onto his balls, throaty gagging sounds filling the room as she took him to the back of her throat again and again.

Billy froze in the doorway. Kelly’s eyes went wide, then lit up with pure delight.

“Well, damn,” Kelly said, already kicking off her shoes and pulling her sweatshirt off over her head. “We came at the perfect time.”

What started as a surprise visit quickly turned into a small, intense four-person orgy.

Holly rode Mike reverse cowgirl on the couch, her ass bouncing as she impaled herself on his thick cock, moaning loudly while Kelly sat on his face, grinding her wet pussy against his tongue. Billy stood in front of Holly, feeding his cock into her mouth while she bounced, her tits jiggling with every downward thrust. They rotated fluidly, shifting from couch to floor to couch again. At one point Kelly was on all fours getting fucked hard by Mike from behind while she ate Holly’s pussy. Billy took turns in Holly’s mouth and Kelly’s cunt, the room filled with the wet slap of skin, moans, and filthy encouragement.

They came multiple times. Holly squirting on Mike’s cock, Kelly soaking Billy’s face, Mike filling Holly’s pussy with a thick load that leaked out as she kept riding him, and Billy spraying a heavy load across both Holly and Kelly’s faces. The chaotic, familiar burst of energy left the living room smelling like sex and the couch in desperate need of a deep clean.

When Mike finally left, kissing Holly one last time and promising to come back soon, Billy and Kelly stuck around. The three of them collapsed onto the couch together, naked and sweaty, catching their breath.

“Damn, Hol,” Billy said with a lazy grin, running a hand up her thigh. “You’ve gotten even filthier since we left for school.”

Holly laughed, still catching her breath. “You have no idea. There have been so many different people and events that I started using an app to track everything. That way I don’t have to try and remember it all. My body count is ridiculous now,” she continued, opening the app on her phone. “I’ve added 22 people just since I got back from our beach trip and I’ll get at least ten more next weekend. How about you guys?”

Billy shrugged. “Maybe ten new ones? Mostly sorority girls and a couple of wild nights at frat parties. I’m sure that will change when I go see Shane next weekend, but still nothing like what you and your mom are doing though.”

Kelly grinned, tracing lazy circles on Holly’s stomach. “I’m at thirty-four total. Only three new people since I’ve been back in school. Mainly because I’ve been hooking up with this one girl on my floor almost every night. She’s obsessed with eating me out and she is really good at it so I’m definitely not complaining. We watch every new video that you post. The dock one under the stars is probably my favorite. That was smokin’ hot.”

Holly smirked. “Wait until you see the new ones we’re dropping soon. We’ve got some absolute filth coming.”

“Why am I not surprised.” Billy chuckled. “Where’s your mom anyway? I was low-key hoping I’d get to fuck both of you tonight.”

“She’s out to dinner with Susan Reynolds from the salon,” Holly replied. “You just missed her.”

Billy let out a disappointed groan. “Story of my life.”

Holly grinned. “How long are you two home for Thanksgiving break? You should come up to the cabin. It’s become our favorite place for ... group activities.”

Kelly’s eyes lit up. “I’ll probably skip class on the Wednesday before and just come home sometime on Tuesday. I’m definitely down for the cabin.”

“Yeah, me too,” Billy then asked, “Hey, have you talked to Shane recently?”

Holly shook her head. “Not really. Just a few texts here and there. Things have been crazy.”

“Yeah, I’m heading out to see him next weekend and catch a game,” Billy said. “I was going to invite you and your mom, but then I remembered you two are going to Atlanta for that insane gangbang contest thing.”

Holly laughed. “Yeah ... priorities.”

They swapped stories for another hour, laughing about ridiculous hookups, funny walk-of-shame moments, and the wildest orgasms they’d had since school started. It felt good. Familiar. Like old times, but with a much dirtier edge.

It was exactly the kind of release Holly needed because the next week was going to be crazy.

The final days before the trip felt like the calm before a very deliberate, very expensive storm.

It was mid-October, and the house had become a strange blend of domestic normalcy and frantic preparation. Holly spent hours at the kitchen table with her laptop, obsessively reviewing the ten winners’ profiles and the two Atlanta alternates. She cross-checked STD results for the third time, reread signed consent forms, and reviewed NDAs until the words blurred together. Every so often she’d mutter something under her breath and add another note to the growing spreadsheet.

She also had a quick call with Vanessa from the production company to confirm all the final details.

“Four stationary 4K cameras plus two handhelds,” Vanessa confirmed over the phone. “Full multi-angle coverage, professional sound, and we’ll handle the editing into a six-to-eight-part series. Crew of five, all discreet. You’re coming into town on Thursday right? If so, we’ll be there Friday afternoon at 1pm to set up before the winners arrive Saturday.”

“Perfect,” Holly said. “Everything else is locked in on our end.”

“Great. See you in Atlanta.”

Debbie and Beth helped where they could. Debbie handled logistics, packing high-end lingerie, cameras, extra memory cards, industrial-sized bottles of lube, and “emergency” supplies (painkillers, electrolytes, and plenty of towels). Beth kept the mood light, cracking jokes about “packing enough lube for a small army” and dramatically holding up a massive bottle like it was a trophy.