Chapter 8

Willow and Luke were the cynosure of all eyes at the Carefree reception. Most of the visitors were in their late 20s, 30s and early 40s. Most of the men were attractive enough — their wives were trophy material. A couple of single men had brought teenage girls, maybe 15 or 16.

The group had obviously self-sorted — they were good-looking, confident, and in gym-worthy shape. But compared with Willow and Lucas, they looked a bit diminished.

Once the visitors had unpacked, showered, and reassembled by the poolside buffet table, Willow signaled for the six Pink Pussy girls to come out of the party house.

She had chosen a variety of shapes, sizes, and ages. The crowd murmured approvingly as the six naked ladies, smiling brilliantly strode out and began mingling.

Willow spoke softly, but her voice carried, “These little beauties are here for your enjoyment. I’ll be rotating six new girls in at a time over the weekend. You’ll find all of them to be quite friendly. If one of you gentlemen, or one of you ladies, or one of you couples, wants to keep a girl all night, that’s fine. Okay, the champagne bar is open, there’s some primo weed to spark and vape, and the omelet station is open. The taco stand is ready to take orders, the carving station is at your service.”

Willow, the exhibitionist in her, enjoying the attention, said, “Oh, by the way, the catering girls are also available to see to your every need.”

Three of the four waitresses from Mel’s Diner blushed, but didn’t look away. The fourth girl giggled. They were topless and barefoot, wearing only custom tailored hot pants, which Willow had told Luke, were making a retro comeback. They ranged in age from 17 to 44, and would eventually be rotated to Pink Pussy duty. But this Carefree event would be their first time to be paid for it.

That they were the only ones wearing a piece of clothing was to distinguish them from the Pink Pussy girls. To let the guests know that amateur pussy was also on offer.

Luke had the rare ability to remain soft, even when he was aroused. But he didn’t fight it, as three different married women stroked him as they flirted.

Two of the Pink Pussy girls moved to a chaise lounge. One lay back and the other lay on top of her. Many in the crowd casually shifted around for a better angle, but no one seemed surprised when the pussy licking commenced.

As Willow had predicted, the girls from Mel’s diner were chosen first. They had stood out because they were waitresses, because their pussies were covered, because they were on duty only to serve lunch.

Willow and Luke took over the omelet and carving stations. Willow had told the waitresses, “If they decide to fuck you, they’ll probably want to do it outside, in public. Go with the flow.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Around four, Willow and Luke slipped away. It hadn’t turned into a Dionysian orgy, but every woman guest had been involved with her husband, another woman, a whore, another guy. And that was the test that Claire had alerted her children to. “Once the woman is sexually active, we got her. They’ll be back.”

As they strolled, hand in hand, back to the family complex, Luke said, “We can check the video tonight.”

“Yeah. Now let’s see how Claire made out.”