Chapter 30

Saturday morning at Carefree. Time to hunt. Claire took Bonnie with her. They undressed and waited in the party house, waited for Ellie Travis to make an appearance.

She and Eric came out to the pool around 9 in the morning. Bonnie stood up and casually made her way over to them. She held out her hand, “Hi there, I’m Bonnie Peters.”

Claire watched behind sunglasses. The threesome visited easily enough, and Bonnie had Eric’s full attention. Whatever she was saying to him was working. His penis was throbbing and coming to full hardness. Ellie began looking around to see who else was out and about.

Bonnie put her hand on Ellie’s arm and gestured to Eric. Ellie shrugged, and Bonnie took his hand and led him to the ground floor apartment Claire had reserved for her. He was out of the way.

Claire had told her, “You don’t have to fuck him, honey. Just let me get Ellie alone.”

“I’ll see how I feel.” It was her day off, her first visit to Carefree. She intended to have a good time once she’d finished with Eric.

Claire approached Ellie and held out her hand, “Hello there, I’m Claire Stillman.”

Ellie brightened up, “I’ve seen your ads! Clothing-forbidden! Genius.”

Claire looked her up and down, being obvious about it. In person she looked more fuckable than ever. No, not fuckable — most Carefree women had that appeal. Ellie had something extra, an aura about her that said, ‘I want you to fuck me.’

“Ellie, I’d love to feature you in our campaign.”

The woman blushed with pleasure, “Why thank you.” She gestured down her body, “I work at it. But I’ll have to pass. I have kids. And friends who don’t ... you know, don’t ... aren’t aware of Carefree.”

Claire touched a fingertip to Ellie’s right nipple, then her left, “That’s too bad, you’re about the sexiest lady here.”

Ellie, clearly pleased, blushed deeper, “It would be fun. But.”

“I understand. Tell me, what do you think of Carefree? Is this your first visit?”

“Oh no. I’ve been here, um, this is my fourth time. And I so look forward to coming. I feel comfortable here. Safe.” Grin, “And I’ve met a few interesting people.”

Claire noticed the ‘I’ rather than ‘we.’

Claire reached down and patted her, “Who does your pussy, hon? Obviously a professional.”

Ellie nodded, reached up and touched her hair, “Roberto, at the 12th Street Salon. He’s been doing me for years.”

Claire boldly ran her finger up and down the now-flattered woman’s pussy, “You sure I can’t talk you into modeling?”

Ellie sighed, genuinely disappointed, “I wish, but no, no I just can’t.” She not only allowed herself to be touched, but seemed to invite it — like she almost expected it.

Claire, now confident that she could toy with the woman, hefted her grapefruit-sized breasts, “I see a lot of naked women, here and at Pink Pussy. Babe, you’re like a hardbodied teenager. These Carefree guys must be falling all over themselves to fuck you.”

Ellie giggled, “They do hit on me.”

Claire took her hand, “It’s so nice today, let’s take a walk around the lake.”

“Sure.”

The two nude women, one 52, the other 37, strolled slowly away, still holding hands. Holding hands seemed like a small thing, but Claire knew it had some significance since they both were naked and strangers. It was a minor intimacy that the woman was allowing, but could be somewhat of a tell.