AMA - The Boyfriend Ch. 361-370

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All characters are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the AMA: The Boyfriend series. I would highly suggest starting with Chapter 1 if you have not already. This collection of short chapters was originally published on a daily basis, and are collected here for Literotica. In these chapters you can expect a two-on-one Las Vegas date, work troubles and opportunities, and some prelim oral fun before another date.

The AMA was originally conceived of by Fantasy; this is just my version of the popular idea. Kudos to him and his original versions!

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Chapter 361

I felt like a king.

To be fair, I wasn'tquite as pimpin' as walking through the strip club back on the trip, just me, JC and a dozen hot women dressed up for a night out.

Still, though, even dressed 'regular hot,' it felt wild to walk into the Sahara with Cassidyand Cattie on my arms. Cassidy was wearing a pair of jeans that hugged her like a second skin, her old and well-loved Converse shoes, and a tight white crop top that hugged her ribs with a looser, high-crop sweater that was pretty much all sleeves, shoulders and hood. Her violet hair was styled loose and 'messy' in that way that was almost sex hair but not quite, and she'd gone dramatic but not flashy with her makeup, all in greys and black to colour match with Cattie.

And Cattie had gone Goth Prep for the night, so much so that I'd almost expected her to smile and have fake vampire teeth in. A black and white schoolgirl kilt, knee-high black socks, all-white Vans. Her top was a black and white knit sweater with lots of drapey sort of volume and sleeves that hooked down around her thumbs. She'd teased me before we left by proving that her bust - which was pretty well hidden under the high-necked sweater - was swinging free under there. Her black hair was in a messy updo with the same 'casual sex' look that Cass had, and her makeup was done almost the same as my fiancee except she'd gone for a black lip instead of a basic lipgloss.

Sure, we weren't dressed up in a tuxedo and ballgowns, and we weren't strutting down the strip in either stripper clothes or Couture, but we lookedgood, the girls lookedfucking hot, and we drew the glances of guys as we walked the sights.

Now, to be fair, walking the Strip is kind of an onerous process. The road itself could get up to twelve lanes across in places if you counted turning lanes, and it was generally busy as fuck. The sidewalks could be even worse. Scratch that - the sidewalks werealways worse. Especially in the evening and at night when the worst of the heat of the day was over.

There were dozens of routes people suggested to take when walking the Strip. Every concierge had two or three of them memorized that they could give to visiting guests so they start and end at their 'home hotel,' and I made sure to have a couple on hand when I was handling events. But, for all that the Vasoseh was a gorgeous (and luxurious) hotel, it wasn't atouristy hotel. It didn't have thekitsch of the main sights. I pointed it out to Cattie as we were walking, but we didn't stop in.

The route I had planned was designed to maximise two elements - the first was getting to our dinner plans on time, and the second was hitting the more dramatic and romantic spots when the lighting would be best - which generally meant once it was dark.

Cass and I had both prepped Cattie for the walk and what to expect. The crowds, and keeping one eye on what was going on around her even while she was enjoying the views. Pickpockets, aggressive sales and scams, aggressive sex workers, andsuper drunk people only got more and more densely packed with tourists as the sun set. Anywhere that looked like a great place to get a good view of something was also being staked out by someone who wanted to accost you. It was also... improbable to see everything in one go. You could technically do it, but it would be an all-day affair and you wouldn't get any time to really enjoy much.

She was coming to live with us in Vegas, though, so we had all the time in the world to enjoy anything we wanted.

We walked the paths, dipping into several of the Casinos just so she could get a look at famous spots she'd seen in movies and TV shows. I strategically bypassed some of the biggest hotels, any one or two of which were flashy and so full-onstuff to do that one or two could fill an entire evening if you know the right time to hit them up.

The issue was that our destination wasn't exactly near the biggest, flashiest places, and not technically on the strip. Once we got to the Venetian (which we only peeked in because it really was worth a long experience) I ordered up an Uber.

I'm sure the driver hated me for making him come around onto the Strip, but I mean... that's the job.

"OK, where are we going now?" Cattie asked. "I thought the whole date was on the strip?"

Yeah, buddy, I thought as the driver tilted his head at that, listening in. One guy, two smokin' hot ladies. A date. You heard right.

"One of my favourite restaurants in the city," I said.

"Mostly because they always comp you our meal," Cassidy interrupted with a little smirk.

"One of my favourite restaurants in the city," I repeated myself, waving her off. "We're taking you to Cook-Off."

"The... what?" Cattie asked. "Is this like a reality show taping or something? Because it sounds like a reality show."

"It's not a show, babe," Cass laughed. "I'm pretty sure it's Cook-Off like doing a reduction when you burn off the wine to just get the flavour."

"Ooooh," Cattie said. "Right. I guess that makes sense. So what's this place known for? It's... sauces?"

That made me groan and roll my eyes. "It's a steakhouse attached to the Sahara," I said. "It doesn't have asuper celebrity chef behind it like Flay or Ramsey, but it'sreally good and one of those hidden gem sort of places."

"And Robbie gets free food there," Cassidy teased me. Then turned back to Cattie. "Not that he's being cheap or anything."

"Babe, please," Cattie smirked. "Got a gift card? Use the gift card. Get free food instead of not free food? Bring on the free food."

"Well, I don't know if they'll comp me tonight or not, but either way, it's a great place," I said. "... Though... freedoes taste better."

Cassidy let out a long snort as she rolled her eyes at me.

Chapter 362

Thomas (pronounced the slightly more pretentiousToe-mahs way even though I knew for a fact he was a Tommy from Springfield, Idaho) met us out the front of Cook-Off with a big smile.

"Robbie," he said, opening his arms and gesturing me in for a hug.

"Thomas," I said, giving him a good squeeze.

"Cassidy," he said when we released each other, putting a slightly ridiculous French accent on it.

Cass smirked and gave him a hug and they did the air kiss thing. "You're lookingthin, Thomas," she said.

"Why thank you," he grinned, running his hands down his slender form. He was a concierge at the Sahara and, when he wasn't being the epitome of a judgy gay man, he was excellent at his job. He was also, from the top of his styled mop of curly ginger hair to his perfectly polished black dress shoes, immaculately put together. "You're looking... purple and black. What's all this? Usually, if Robbie brings you out you glam up but this is giving... cyberpunk goth."

"That, Thomas, is in homage to my bestie," Cassidy said, grabbing the gay man's arm and turning him to Cattie. "This is her first night in Vegas with us, and her first proper date night with Robbie. Catherine, this is Thomas. Thomas, Cattie."

"Hi," Cattie said with a little grin and a glance at me. I was surprised Cassidy had been that open too.

"Wai- OK, hold on," Thomas said, holding up the forefinger on both hands. "Did you just- Catherine, you're gorgeous. Love the look on you. Don't make Cassidy mimic you though, she needs more colour or she gets washed out. Did you just say she's on adate with you two?"

I coughed lightly and cleared my throat, hiding my awkward grin behind my hand.

"She did," Cattie said, chuckling lightly and grabbing my other hand with both of hers. "I'm Robbie's girlfriend, he's my boyfriend. It was complicated but now it's pretty simple."

Thomas started looking back and forth between me and Cass like we were playing a tennis match. "Since when are you two Poly people? Adding a third to your little love nest? Who are you and what did you do with my friends?"

"That's a story for when you come get drunk at our place," I said. "It's too long and complicated for standing around here."

"You're also the first person in the city who knows," Cassidy said.

Thomas scoffed, a hand on his chest, and shook his head. "I never thought I'd see the day," he said, then snorted and smirked. "Not that I ever evendreamed about it. You two arequeer now." He barked a laugh.

"Technically I was always queer," Cass said, smiling a little sadly. "Bi, at least."

"Bi as well," Cattie volunteered, pointing to herself. Then she pointed to me. "And he'svery straight, he just has a massive... heart."

Cassidy snorted and Thomas gave me a lascivious grin at Cattie's implication.

"Try not to spread this," I sighed, shaking my head at the three of them. I had a feeling this was the start of a beautiful friendship - for them. It would cause a multitude of future headaches for me, I was sure. "It's still new and I'd rather it get around atmy pace, please?"

"Oh, I'll just let a couple of people know," Thomas chuckled, then Cass slapped him on the arm and he scoffed. "Fine, I'll just tell Teddy."

"His boyfriend," Cass filled Cattie in.

"OK, but you swear Teddy to secrecy," I said, raising a finger pointedly. "He's even more of a tea-spiller than you are."

"Fine, make me try to force my lover to keep his mouth shut," Thomas sighed theatrically. Then he straightened up and snickered. "You know it will spread like wildfire among the group."

"Yeah, well, I have a feeling it won't be the last time," I muttered. "We good for tonight?"

"You are, my friend," Thomas nodded with a grin. "Honestly, I thought it would be your parents visiting or something for you to ask for two guests, but this is lovely. Come here, you gorgeous thing." He reached for Cattie and looped her arm with his before leading her into the restaurant. "Now, tell me something I don't know about those two."

Cassidy was chuckling as I took her hand and we followed them. "Did you really pick Cook-Off because of the food, or because you wanted Cattie to meet Thomas?"

"Can't they both be true?" I asked with a little smile and a shake of my head. "To be fair, I need to give anyone else more time to get anywhere fancier."

"So what you're saying is... you got somewhere even nicer to bring her tomorrow?" Cass asked.

"No," I sighed. "Seriously, we're notwizards, baby. Usually, when we do personal favours for each other we're asking a couple weeks in advance, not a day or two."

"Good to know," Cassidy said, and the way she wiggled her eyebrows at me made me wonder what the fuck she had in mind.

We bypassed the front reception area and the Maitre d', and he gave Thomas a quick nod and shot me a wink. I didn't have a direct relationship with him, but I'd done a favour or two just like this for him - routed through Thomas - over at the Vaso and he knew what was up. Thomas led us deep into the restaurant to a round four-top table set for three - it wasn't anywhere near one of their 'top tables' or one of the fancy spots that overlooked the kitchen. It was, in fact, one of the worst tables in the place - tucked away, no particular views. Nottoo close to the lanes the waiters used, or the washrooms, but still in an active area.

It was a table that wouldn't ever seat a VIP. Which made it the perfect table to slide through the cracks when someone was doing a favour.

Thomas was already pulling out a chair for Cattie so I pulled one out for Cass and she sat demurely, smiling up at me. Once both ladies were sitting, Thomas leaned into me as he went to step away. "You luckydog," he said, the French accent gone as he chuckled and shook his head a little incredulously at me.

"You've got no idea, buddy," I said, giving him a pat on the shoulder before taking my seat as he left.

Once I was in place I glanced up and found myself momentarily tongue-tied as I had a shocking moment of 'Holy shit, I'm on a date with two absolutely gorgeous women.'

Whatever the look on my face, it made Cattie start laughing and Cassidy cooed as she reached across the table and rubbed my arm.

"OK," Cattie said. "What's the deal with your friend? Because he'sso much and in the best way."

"He's Robbie's friend," Cassidy said, shooting me a grin. "So I'll let you tell her."

I shook my head and found my tongue again. "Tommy-Thomas- is part of a... let's call it an 'exclusive but wide' friend group among the staff of the various hotels on and just off the Strip. Supposedly it started just among the various concierges as they communicated to blackball scammers, protect guests from being taken advantage of (other than by their casinos), and do favours for each other related to work. Well, over time the umbrella expanded to other people who were deemed 'cool enough' and also able to help out with favours. I got invited about six months after I started at the Vaso when I organised getting some comped tickets to one of our shows for some folks and then helped one of the Event people over at the Hilton Grand when they needed an emergency replacement wedding cake."

"He saved someone's ass," Cassidy added in.

"My hero," Cattie chuckled, grinning with her eyes as she looked at me with a slightly cocked head that said she thought I was adorable.

I rolled my eyes. "That's how I met Thomas, and we just sort of clicked, and then he met Cassidy andthey clicked, so him and his boyfriend Teddy are some of our couple-friends."

"Teddy is a bodybuilder," Cassidy said. "Like the total opposite build of Thomas. Oh, and the wholeThomas thing is a hoot of a story too, but he tells it way better than I could so just wait 'till we have him over sometime when you're with us permanently."

We were interrupted from going any further by our waiter showing up at our table and apologising for keeping us waiting.

Chapter 363

"Why do I feel so full?" Cattie groaned and then chuckled. "The portions were so small, but there were somany of them."

The tasting menu had been delicious as usual. She was right though - the portionswere small, and other than the first time at a place I usually preferred ordering off the menu so I got more of what Iwanted and not a bunch of things to try and go 'Hm, interesting!'

Our last plates had been cleared and the Maitre D' had come by and poured us each a little glass of dessert wine, making idle chit-chat just like he did at every other table. Of course, every other table didn't get the dessert wine - it was likely something that had been ordered for a special recipe or something at one of the restaurants in the Sahara and they had a third of a case left over in the back of a storage room somewhere. The perfect thing to break out once in a while for 'friends, knowing you were likely to get the same treatment when you were hosted by them - as long as you didn't abuse the privilege, at least.

"I'm still floating after that prime rib," Cass said, blinking and shaking her head slightly as she leaned back in her chair and idly swirled the honey-gold liquid in her glass. "That wine reduction might have gotten mehigh."

"Definitelydangerously good," I agreed.

"So how's the date so far, babe?" Cass asked Cattie with a grin. "Living up to the hype?"

Cattie grinned. "So far? Well, there's been less canoodling than I expected but I guess that comes later. Otherwise, it's been..." She stopped and took a breath, clearly doing some wordsmithing in her head before she finally focused on me. "It's the best date I've ever been on, and you could bring me to McDonald's tomorrow and I'd be happy, Tiger."

"Well, it'll be a different vibe tomorrow," I promised her. "But definitely not McDonald's. I need to spoil my delightful, funny, sexy, absolutelylovable girlfriend."

Her smile was pure bliss, but as we looked at each other it dropped a bit and I was surprised when a tear suddenly spilled from one eye.

"Babe?" Cass asked in concern, grabbing her hand.

"Shit," Cattie muttered, grabbing her napkin and dabbing the eyeliner-stained drop from her cheek. "It's nothing."

"Obviously not," I said. I was already holding her hand across the table and I gave her a squeeze of encouragement.

"I'm just... overwhelmed. By howgood this all is, and howbad..." she stopped, shaking her head. Then she squeezed my hand back and stood up. "Just give me a minute, OK?"

"Do you want me to come?" Cass asked, half-standing and still frowning slightly.

"No, babe, no," Cattie said, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek before circling around the table and hugging me from behind. "I'm fine. I just need a minute by myself, OK? To clear my head and fix my makeup."

"OK," I said, rubbing her arms as she hugged me, then she pulled away and headed towards the washrooms.

Cassidy watched her go, concern still written across her features, but a beat after Cattie had disappeared around a corner, Cass snorted.

"What?" I asked, seeing that little smirk that said 'trouble.'

"What if that was just an act so she could go drop a giant shit without you knowing?"

"Cass," I grunted in shock, trying not to laugh.

"Or maybe just fart. Like, we've been comfortable with farting for forever, but she's not farting in front of you yet," Cassidy snickered. "What if she just gets in there, the door shuts, and she just lets itrip? And then she makes eye contact with some woman who is washing her hands and is like 'First date' with a shrug, and the woman is like, 'Yeah, I've been there.'"

I was almost choking on my laughter, trying not to let it out. "Is that something that womendo?"

Cassidy shrugged, grinning teasingly, and then sighed and shook her head.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Fucking good," she answered immediately, not breaking eye contact with me. "You?"

"Awe-struck a little, still," I said. "Very aware of how unearthly lucky Ilook, and I sort of feel."

"But you still knowwhy," Cass nodded.

"I still know why," I sighed in agreement. None of this was what we'dwanted, where we'd been going. Especially me. And it hadn't happened entirely by accident.

We really needed some therapy, and I really hoped we weren't going to have to shop around too much to find someone that worked for us.

"I love you," Cass said softly, reaching over and putting her hand on mine.

"I love you too, baby," I said, turning my hand over to link fingers with her as we looked at each other. Then I sighed again and shook my head. "Can I ask you to do something tomorrow while Cattie and I are on our date?"

"Anything," she said and I knew she meant it.

"We're not going to have any real alone time to talk about... it," I said, and the look in her eye told me she understood I meant the App. "Not before you and Cattie need to fly out. Could you please just, like, write out everything on a notepad for me?"

"Like, all the info and stuff?" she asked.

"Likeeverything," I said. "I need to try and wrap my head around it. Literally draw out and label all the UI and where it goes, if you can. Visualising it might help me understand it better."

"I'll try," she promised. "I just don't know if it'll work. I've never trieddrawing it before but the magic-"

"I know," I said. "I know. But we might as well try."

"How much info do you want on people?" she asked, a little cryptic but I understood her.

"All the perks you've bought for you, or me, or anyone else. The exact wording and who has them. And... the stats for all the girls. And anyone else you think would be relevant to give me examples of other stuff that doesn't come up with them."

"OK," Cass nodded. "I can do that. Just- remember that stats will be aboutme and how they relate tome, not about you."

"I know, baby," I said. "I don't need to know how they feel about me; I've lived this long knowingyou loved me without any reassurance from technology or magic. I can live without knowing about them, too, and take them at their word."

"I'm sorry," she said, her lower lip quivering.

"I know," I said. "I know, Cassidy. I didn't mean to make it sound like I was-"

"I know," she shook her head, then sniffed and quickly ran a finger under both of her eyes to keep from crying. "I know you didn't mean it as an attack. It's just... the way it is. Is there anything else you want me to try and do with it?"

"That's it for now," I said. "Once I can sit down andlook at it and wrap my head around it better, then I'll probably have more questions."

She nodded and then straightened in her seat, and a moment later I realised Cattie must have been coming back from back over my shoulder. I quickly stood and pulled her chair out for her, and she paused to kiss me lightly on the lips before letting me help her sit.

"What did I miss?" she asked as soon as she saw the look on Cass's face.

"Nothing," Cassidy assured her.

"Well, that's not true," Cattie said bluntly and then looked at me. "What happened?"

"Just us marvelling at how amazing it is to have you in our lives, mixed with the sourness of how we ended up in a position for it to happen," I said, giving her as much of the truth as I could. "Neither of us regretsanything with you, Catherine, and God do I love the everloving fucking out of you. But Cass and I..."

"We still need that therapy," Cass finished for me.

Cattie nodded, giving us a serious look, and then tilted her head and looked at Cass intently. "Do you need him to yourself tonight?"

"No," Cass said quickly. "God, no. There's no way I'm taking away a night you could have with him."

"That's not what I asked, Cass," Cattie sighed.

"In the future, yes, I'll want nights alone with my Tiger," Cass said earnestly. "But this, what we were just talking about? Not something that pulls a priority moment. I'm going to absolutelylove whatever happens tonight, and unless Robbie wantsyou to himself then I'll love falling asleep with you on the other side of him, too."

"Is it weird that I kinda love having you on the other side of him, too?" Cattie grinned. "Like, I love a good snuggle. And you givegreat snuggle, Robbie. But reaching over and just being able to grab your hand and share that moment with you is surreal and so good, Cass."

"Love you, Bestie," Cass grinned.

"Love you too, Bestie," Cattie grinned back. Then she sniffed in a breath and blinked, looking up. "OK, now I need to try not to cry again. Fuck you guys and making me so emotional." She laughed.

We laughed with her, and I sipped my dessert wine and found it was almost gone so I drained the last of it. The sweet alcohol burned a little going down, and I felt a little like that was how my life was right now. Sweet and intoxicating and really, reallygood, but with a little burning reminder that not all was right.

Chapter 364

We walked back up the Strip, enjoying the lights in the late summer evening as the splash of blues and oranges of the sunset gave us a backdrop. The crowds around the Bellagio fountains were brutal, and our feet were starting to kill us a little, so we avoided it even though itwas an iconic Las Vegas attraction.

As we got to my truck in public parking Cattie blushed likecrazy when Cass asked her out of nowhere about if she'd gone to the washroom to fart and not to fix her makeup. She denied it, and I believed her... mostly. The amount of denialmight have been a little too much.

At Cassidy's insistence, we took the long, scenic route home - which was driving the Strip instead of avoiding it for the back roads. Night was settling in as we pulled onto the chaotic, brightly lit street and Las Vegas was in full glamour for the girls as I focused on the road and the other drivers whowere getting distracted.

Once we'd driven the length of everything worth seeing, Cass had another suggestion - instead of going home, we should go play mini putt. It wasn'tthat late, and Cattie agreed, so we went to the one that was up in the north end that wasn't afull tourist trap - everything in Vegas was designed with tourists at least a little in mind and the mini putt place was a case in point with the slot machines in the shack where we paid and got our putters and balls.

Considering it was a Monday night, the place was pretty quiet. One teenage couple was almost finished their time, and an older man with his son who had an annoyingly piercing scream whenever he got a ball in the hole, were the only folks around.

That didn't stop the girls from conspiring as we played and joked around, and when we were in the back corner of the fenced lot on hole seven Cass called my name while I was lining up my putt.

They were standing side by side, both posing casually like they were models for a department store catalogue or something as they looked off into the middle distance. Catalogue models didn't generally have their tits out though.

"You do know there's a security camera behind me, right?" I asked them.

That had them both jumping to cover themselves, and I had to laugh when they started looking for the camera because I'd made it up. That earned me some teasing, evil looks and for the rest of our time there was a lot more surreptitious grabass - and almost none of it was caused by me. They tried to distract me on practically every shot; grabbing my ass, rubbing on me with their chests or butts. Giving me sexy eyes while licking their lips. At one point, when she double-checked that no one was around but us, Cattie even pulled her panties down from under her skirt and pressed them to my nose before slipping them into my pocket while I was trying to take a shot.

Suffice it to say, I had a decent Front 9, but my score on the Back 9 was abysmal.

By the time we got home, we were all wound up, and I caught Cattie with her hand under her kilt as she sat in the back seat and teased herself.

"Wait here," Cass said once we were in the door, stopping me from following them up the stairs.

I growled playfully, making her grin, and Cattie bit her lower lip as she grinned as well.

"Tiger," Cass asked me. "Will you please wait here while we get ready for you?"

"I'm gonna be honest, baby," I said. "You two lookabsolutely ready for me already."

"There's always a little something more, Tiger," Cattie said, leaning around Cass to plant a kiss on me with her black-painted lips.

"She's not wrong," Cassidy said. "And you deserve thewhole shebang."

"Fine," I said with a playful whine. "Iguess I'll wait here."

That got them both chuckling, and I got teased just a little bit more as they went up the stairs and Cattie flipped up the back of her skirt and showed off her naked ass and a peek at her pussy between her lovely thighs. Cassidy caught her doing that and laughed, giving her a smack on the booty, and then looking back down the stairs to make sure I was OK with it.

I smiled and nodded, assuring her that it was.

God, what did I do to deserve them both? What kind of karma had I racked up in a previous life to deserve them all?

"Maybe I was Ghandi or something," I murmured, heading into the living room and sitting down to wait, pulling out my phone to shoot off some texts. The ones coming in had been light that evening, no doubt the girls had let everyone else know in their group chat that it was a date night. I had little doubt that they would let the group chat know it was sexy time, too.

I was proven right when Zenya sent me a picture of her topless, one of her boobs raised in her hand as she sucked on her own nipple and gave her phone camera a steaming look.'Have fun, hunk,' she'd sent.'Can't wait until I can join in.'

Taking a chance, I unzipped myself and took a picture of my hard cock and sent it back to her.

'Fuck,' she replied, with a bunch of heart-eyed emojis and water sprays, making me laugh.

I had time to wish all my other girlfriends (or whatever they were) other than Wanda good night before I got the call.

"We're ready, Master," Cattie said sweetly from the bannister at the top of the stairs. "Your sluts are very, very ready for you."

Chapter 366

As I got dressed that morning I couldn't help but let my eyes travel over the aftermath of what we'd done the night before.

The sheets on the bed might have been ruined. Not by the sex, at least directly, but because Cassidy and Cattie had put on fresh, bright red lipstick and it was smeared in multiple places as they'd buried their faces into the mattress or pillows. Two of my nicer ties were still dangling from the headboard, wrinkled and hopefully recoverable after Cattie had taught Cass and I how to tie her up safely, and then Cass had wanted a turn as well.

The lamp on Cass's usual side of the bed was broken, knocked over in the heat of the moment. Her makeup desk was a mess, too, and the mirror there had a distinct body impression of Cattie's tits and torso.

There was a can of whipped cream on the dresser that probably needed to be tossed after sitting out the rest of the night. The chocolate syrup wouldn't have gone bad though, but it was going to be a bitch to try and clean the few spots it had dripped onto the carpet off of Cassidy when she'd started laughing too hard.

Cass was spread-eagle on the bed, one hand thrown over her face, completely naked and still asleep. Most days she was up when I was to wish me off for work, even after a night of drinking. A night of sex likethat, though, could knock her out until mid-morning.

"Morning, Master," Cattie murmured to me with a drowsy smile as she reached out and teased my fingers with hers as she headed for the bathroom.

"Good morning, gorgeous," I said quietly, grinning.

She must have caught a look at herself in the mirror because she barked a quiet laugh. "Not right now, I'm not," she said.

To be fair, the 'fucked hard and put away exhausted' look was gorgeous tome when I knew I was the one who'd caused it.

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"So, I heard a rumour," Dayana said as I knocked on her door and entered her office for our usual lunch meeting.

God damn it, Tommy, I thought. I knew if he opened his mouth Dayana would be one of the first to hear about Cattie, and I wasn't sure I was ready to answer the inquisition that would be unleashed upon me with that particular news. I wasn't going to make it easy on her though, so I raised an eyebrow as I sat down in front of her desk. "Oh, yeah? About what?"

"Word is, the Indefinite Comp woman has been marriedtwice, and both of her husbands died," Dayana said, making a face as she gave me the gossip.

Thank you, Tommy, I immediately repealed my mental cursing.

"So she's adouble widow?" I asked.

"That's what I heard," Dayana shrugged. She had the sleeves of her silky button-down blouse rolled up, the pearl colour of it playing against her warm, caramel-coloured skin, and she crossed them like she had yesterday as she leaned back. Again I noticed how that sort of pushed her cleavage a bit more together and up, making it visible where usually it wasn't.

Was that something she'd always done and I just didn't notice it? Was it something she justdid or was I right in thinking she was only doing it... here, in her office? With me. On purpose.

"So Rashid, the eldest son of a filthy rich Abu Dhabi businessman with royal connections, is engaged to marry a Russian double-widow who is almost definitely not a Muslim?" I asked.

"Yup," Dayana said, raising her eyebrows and nodding. "The really wild part of the rumour is that she was married to a couple different filthy rich Russian oligarchs and now she's got part ofboth their fortunes, so she's filthy rich too."

"I could believe one, but two?" I wondered.

"I know, it's a bit much," she shrugged. "Onedoes make sense for how she got herputa in front of Rashid, though. Must be one hot piece of ass."

I snorted and shook my head at her crassness. "If she's filthy rich all on her own, maybe she won't bethat awful of a Comp," I said.

"Crapshoot," Dayana pointed out.

"True," I shrugged. Everyone said there were two kinds of rich people - rich people who wanted to flash around their money to prove they had it, and filthy rich people who didn't need to flash it around. Those people didn't know the third kind of Filthy Rich - the kind who hadn't worked for any of it, weren't ever likely to run out of it, and thought the world was designed as their personal playground. Most of the time they were kids set up to inherit immense fortunes that could buy and trade small countries, like Rashid's younger brother Hamad. Other times it was the wives or girlfriends of the filthy rich.

And unless there was a whisper campaign about them, you never knew what you were going to get until they were a problem dropped right in your lap.

"So, in other news, I saw you walking in this morning," Dayana said. "You were grinning like an absolute idiot. You and Cassidy didn't get enough of each other and you got laid last night, too? You know it's not fair to rub it in with that big, dopey grin of yours when some of us aren't getting any."

I coughed and choked on my own spit, making her laugh.

She had no fucking idea.

Chapter 366

"You have a minute, Rob?" Doug asked, sticking his head in my office.

"Sure," I nodded, starting to get up from my desk to follow him, but he waved me to sit and came in, closing the door behind him. My awareness immediately shot up because, for all that Doug wasn't exactly aforceful boss, he tended to try and do things in safe territory for him. The conference rooms, his office, or on the move from one location to another. We'd certainly had conversations in my office over the last couple of years but never anything long, or behind closed doors. "What's up?" I asked with a frown, settling back into my chair but leaning forward with my elbows on my desk, trying to give him my obvious attention.

Doug unbuttoned his suit jacket and flopped down into the chair across from me, letting out a long, belaboured sigh.

"Right," I said slowly. "So... a lot of things, or one big thing?"

"See, Robbie, that's why I like you," he said, giving me a finger-gun point. "You pick up on things."

"You're not exactly being subtle here, Doug," I pointed out.

"Yeah, well... it's been a day," he said.

"It's only two o'clock on a Tuesday," I said. "And I haven't heard about anything happening."

"Well, you're not hearing this from me," Doug said. "But there's a shakeup happening." He pointed upwards, and I assumed he meant at the Board level rather than literally up in the hotel rooms towering above us. "And it's making people nervous."

I raised an eyebrow. "How does anything happening at that level land on us?" I asked. "It doesn't matter who owns the building, does it? And how much shaking are we talking about?"

"Unsure so far, but there were disagreements going on last week while you were gone," Doug said. "Not that you would have heard anything then. But now the people above me are getting restless, and when that happens it means..."

"Problems," I nodded. The real issue, I realised, was trying to correctly guess where the problems would manifest. The most dramatic, wide-reaching effect could be tightening budgets and layoffs, where everyone got pinched hard on labour amounts. Or 'consultants' coming in. I'd never been through a run with consultants myself, but I'd heard stories from some of the longer-serving Vegas staffers and it was always chaos, a big waste of time, and caused way more low-level problems than the one or two mid-level non-issues that the expensive suits 'fixed.' "So what are we doing about it then?"

"Officially, nothing," Doug said. "But I need you to go on the offensive for us. I know we're booked up, but we're notbooked. Tracy is busy, and angry with me, right now, and Walt is in the doghouse. I need you and Jonas to find ways to fill in every crack in our schedule, and make sure Tan is... well, involved."

I did the quick math in my head, slowly shaking it. "Doug, there might be 'cracks' in the schedule, but we're talking about times that are super useful for turnover procedures, or facilitating staffing transitions. I can't just cram more bookings into the Ballrooms on short notice."

He grimaced. "I need you to make it work," he said. "Jonas has already started - he's filled in that four-hour block on Friday in the Sunset room."

"Wait, what block in Sunset?" I asked with a frown, turning to my computer and waking it up. "Doug, that wasn't an opening! That was the setup time for the Lau wedding, and he's filled it with... a birthday party?"

"He's got it figured out," Doug said. "Or says he does, at least. It's a small party, something about a Sorority, and he'll close the partition so half the room can be prepped while the new event is going on, then there's an hour to prep the other half before the reception."

I gave my boss a look that could have probably curdled milk. "Has Taninformed the Lau's about this change? Because I'm pretty sure they had plans for some traditional decor they were having an outside company come in to set up. Not to mention that the plan for the stage for their wedding band, and late-night karaoke, was set for the west wall right where the partition crosses."

"I don't know," Doug said. "But that's not your problem, OK? Tan is supposed to be in charge of that event, and now Jonas will work with him on the transition. You can be hands off of it so you can focus on bringing in other new bookings."

My groan was almost a growl of frustration. I'd been hand-holding Tan through the prep for that wedding for six months, and it was supposed to be the first one where he would be flying solo. The amount of work I'd put into the pre-prep to make sure everything could basically run on auto-pilot, even with the addition of the traditional Hong Kong cultural elements the client wanted, had been significant. All Tanwould have needed to do was show up, work with Dayana (who would backstop him for me just in case), and shake hands.

"What's the goal here?" I asked once I took a breath and sat forward again, focusing on Doug instead of the chaos that this new effort would do on the perfectly organised schedule we had until now.

"Honestly?" Doug said. "We need to look like we're stretched even more thin than we already are, and overachieve like crazy. If the worst happens, I need the cuts to be as minimal as possible for us so that we can keep functioning. But I also need us to be positioned to take advantage of opportunities."

I blinked slowly, letting out a half-breath, because I could hear in his voice that this was the real goal. Trying to make sure to save someone's bacon was a great selling point, and a classic Doug move to try and sandwich good and bad news. "What sort of opportunities are... possible?" I asked slowly.

Doug gave me a brief look like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but with his mouth already stuffed with cookies. "I've got a suspicion, that's all," he said, holding up his hands to caution spreading this around. "Someone in the C-Suite might be making atransition soon, either by choice or... not. And if that happens, then a certain someoneshould be in line to step into that role, which leaves a vacancy one step away from me..."

I saw where he was leaning and did the quick math. Doug, as the VP of Events, answered to the VP of Hospitality, Remi Bernard. He answered directly to Cynthia Warden, the COO, along with several of the other 'big tent' VPs. If Cynthia was on the outs with someone on the Board and left, then Remi was likely to be promoted into that spot because he was decent at his job and put in face time withall the Owners whenever they were in the city - meaning he was a bit of a boot licker, but still effective enough at his job that he hadn't tripped over himself. But if Remi moved up to COO, then it would be a fight for the VP of Hospitality position, and that would come down to Doug or Shaun Waters, the VP of Food and Drink, and Dayana's direct supervisor. That would be a tight race, but if Doug squeaked it out, that meant VP of Events would be open.

Tracy didn't want it, with her focus on the gallery above anything else, and Walt wouldn't be considered. Especially after the whole thing with scorching up the side of the hotel. Tan was way too new, so unless he had a nepotism hook it would be me or Jonas.

Of course, at any point in that chain of events, things could get disrupted by someone deciding to go for an outside hire instead of promoting internally. And in our business, that outside hire could come from someone jumping over from another major Vegas casino, or from anywhere else in the world that had 5-star resorts.

"Shit," I said.

"It's a long shot, but you should be ready," Doug nodded, seeing me putting the pieces together.

Then I frowned at him. "You went to Jonas first with this?"

"I... did," he said. "But only because I had to meet with him early this morning about something else."

"You do realise-"

"I know, I know," he said, holding up his hands. "Don't say it."

He knew Jonas was a prick, andif things worked out perfectly, by setting Jonas up for success he'd probably be forcing me to look for a job at another hoteland making himself continue working as Jonas's direct superior. I also knew that he liked to play me against Jonas because I had a minor competitive streak when it came to his dickishness.

"So now I have to play catch-up while scraping the bottom of the barrel to fill cracks in the schedule at the last minute," I said.

"If it makes it any better, Jonas doesn't knowwhy yet, he's just happy to do it," Doug said, just a little smugly.

We both knew that Jonas was happy to do it because he knew it fucked with me way more than it did him and his theatre scheduling.

"Alright, well, great," I sighed. "I guess I'll start... finding cracks that need filling."

"Thanks, Robbie," Doug said, clapping his hands on his knees and then standing up, re-buttoning his suit jacket. "If this all works out, you'll be in a good spot."

"Thanks," I said, shaking my head ruefully. "I should really get you to put that offer in writing."

"If I did that, we'd both be in deep shit," he chuckled. "Now get to work."

"Yes, boss," I sighed, shaking my head at him. He left my office, and I sat staring after him for a long moment before finally muttering, "Fucker," under my breath.

Iwanted that promotion but hadn't thought it would be up for grabs any time soon. Now, with everything going on at home, that promotion wouldn't just be good for me and Cass. It would come with a nice raise to help with datingeight women, and chipping in more towards the Big House plans. Not to mention mine and Cass's wedding.

"Fuck," I muttered again. "Fuck."

Chapter 367

"You said yes towhat?" Dayana growled at me.

I'd gone to find her instead of trying to call her up to my office and we were standing in the back service corridors that serviced the ground floor restaurants. She'd been negotiating an argument between one of the Sous Chefs and a delivery driver over produce that should have been delivered six hours earlier and, apparently, was green onions and not leeks.

She'd seen me waiting down the corridor, hovering at an intersection while keeping my distance, and she'd signalled she saw me and then let the two of them have it for acting like children once she'd heard them both out. Then she took about ten minutes to stop and step into the other kitchens along the hallway, and was able to get the delivery of green onions parcelled out between them all while on the phone with the delivery company to organise a rush order of leeks before it would be too late for dinner service, and fixing the order moving forward.

When she'd finally come to meet me she'd blown out a breath, shaking her head, and I'd followed her to one of the back storage rooms. It was public enough that no one would see us and think 'What arethose two doing?' but also private enough that we could have a conversation with little risk of being overheard. She knew, with me coming down to her instead of texting to meet, it would be potentially sensitive.

I'd told her about Friday, and why it was happening. And she'd pulled an Elaine Benes and shoved me with two hands in the chest as she chastised me.

"I didn't sayyes to anything," I defended myself, grabbing her wrists for a moment when it looked like she was going to shove me a second time in a row. She smirked and leaned towards me instead, putting her weight into my hands and glaring with her eyes to demand more explanation. "It was already done, and I couldn't change anything about it."

"My staffing is going to befucked," she said. "When were they planning on telling me?"

"I don't know, that's whyI'm telling you," I said. "So we can figure out what to do about it."

Dayan grunted and pulled away from me, and I let go of her wrists as she went pacing up and down between rows of stacked chairs and tables. Then she turned back to me and pointed accusingly. "You want me to wait to fix this," she said.

"I want to figure out what to do," I repeated myself.

"Yeah, but if I wait and let the problem get worse, it reflects worse on both of them," Dayana said. "And helps you. But the chaos won't helpme, and it could let Shaun know that something is up if anyone complains to him."

"Those are all true points," I nodded.

"So what do youwant to happen?" she asked me, coming back over to me and glaring into my eyes again.

And I noticed that, the same as with her maybe-flirting moves, she looked fucking cute when she was aggravated and demanding. Her big eyes were fixed on mine, her lips twisted slightly and so kissable. Long, dark hair I could run my fingers through. Her tight little body perfect for-

Down, boy, I internally grunted at myself.

"I want to win, but I want to do it without making things harder on you," I said truthfully.

That made Dayana sigh and purse her lips, cocking her head to the side as she planted her hands on her hips. "Robbie, I don't think you can have both right now."

"Then fix it now," I said. "Even if you haven't officially heard about it."

She nodded slowly, looking up and away as she did the mental calculations. "Without the details of the catering for the birthday party, I don't know exactlywhat needs to change, but I can get the service staff shifted slightly, and I have at least a few who are looking for more hours right now so they'll jump on the shifts- except it's a Friday afternoon? OK, I only have two who will jump on it, so then..." She wiggled her fingers like she was moving things around on a computer screen instead of in her mind, and then sighed and her shoulders relaxed. "OK. I can... do half of it now. The actual food portion of the catering is a lot harder to just move things around for though."

"I know," I grimaced. "But I figured more warning was better than less."

"Thank you," she sighed, rolling her head to stretch her neck and then doing a larger stretch of her whole body. I tried not to look too closely. "Fuck," she groaned, then sucked in a deep breath and let it out. "What are you going to do about drumming up more events?"

"I don't know yet," I shook my head. "I need to figure something out that's going to use the space but not suck too many resources from anywhere else. And preferably with fast set-up and take-down."

"Good luck," Dayana grimaced. Then she shook her head. "What are you and Cassidy doing for dinner tonight? Want to come over to mine? I'll bring homeFranky's."

I groaned. Franky's was what we called the Italian bistroFrancesca in the back corridors of the hotel. And it was fucking good, and fucking expensive. Unless you happened to work in catering and could stick your head in the back door of the kitchen and just ask for shit.

"I've got a thing," I said. "But Cass is flying solo because of it tonight and I don't know what she was planning."

"Sure, I'll text her," Dayana agreed with a smile. "But what's 'a thing?'"

I mentally kicked myself for not having something prepared for that question.

"Just a thing," I said. "A personal thing."

Dayana frown-smiled at me, her expressive brows coming together at me being even more obfuscating. "OK, Mr Man of Mystery," she said. "I'll just get it out of Cassidy. Unless you're keeping secrets from her, too."

"She knows, and she can tell you my private secrets if she wants to," I sighed.

Dayana smirked and then blew a kiss at me as she sashayed by me. "You owe me one for this, Robbie."

"For what?" I asked, following her. "Giving you a heads-up?"

"For not stopping it in its tracks before it had to get to me," she said, grinning as she looked over her shoulders. "Now fuck off, I have work to do."

"And so do I," I agreed. Then I jumped, surprised as she gave me a team-mate level slap on the ass. Her laughter at the expression on my face was warm and playful.

It's just friendly, I told myself as I walked away. We're just friends.

Chapter 368

"Twice in twenty-four hours?"

I coughed politely and gave Vanessa my most winning smile. The severely pretty blonde was sitting in her office as usual, keeping the Vaso marketing machine on track.

She exhaled in exasperation and cleared a space on her desk for me to set down my offerings - I didn't have the time to run out of the hotel before I had clients coming in for a meeting, so I'd stopped down at the bakery and convinced them to brew up a pair of double, steaming hot and dark as sin espressos. Plus the requisite oven-warmed cookies.

"What do you need from me?" she asked as I sat down the saucer and espresso in front of her, followed by the plate with the cookies and my own cup.

"Remember what we talked about yesterday?" I asked. "Maybe I'm coming here not to ask you for something, but to offer it to you.'

She narrowed her eyes and looked me up and down shrewdly before gesturing for me to grab the other chair and sit with her. I had no idea where Azir was, but once again he'd abandoned 'his office' to work elsewhere and leave Vanessa in command ofher office. As I sat down and got settled Vanessa took a sip of her espresso.

"The fact that your 'gifts' are going down in quality is a disturbing trend," she said, setting the espresso down.

"I'm on a time crunch here, Vanessa," I admitted. "I have a client meeting in under thirty minutes."

"So youdo need something from me," she said.

"No," I said, drawing it out. "I actually don't. Well, there's something Icould use your help on, but it's more academic than a specific work favour. There is something Ido need to tell you about, though."

I had plenty of friendly acquaintances at work, all through the organisation and different departments. Some were better than others. Some I only saw once a month, others several times a day. I could count my actualfriends at work on one hand, and I felt like that was a pretty healthy number. Dayana and Vanessa were definitely at the top of the list. And now that Dayana knew what was going on, I wanted to make sure Vanessa did as well.

Even if I knew telling Vanessa was a bit more of a risk, because she was much more cut-throat and could try to manipulate things to her advantage.

But I told her about the rumours. She immediately had the math of the potential shake-up figured out, shaking her head. "You need to take him out at the knees," she told me.

"Jonas?" I asked.

"No, Doug," she said, surprising me. But then, she liked Doug about as much as she liked Jonas.

"Why would I handicap Doug?" I asked. "The best-case scenario is everyone moves up a step."

She gave me a look that could have been interpreted as'You're dumb, but at least you have your looks.' "That's not thebest case, that's just the case where the least number of people get cut out," she said.

"How isthat not the best case?" I asked.

"Because the best case would be you leap-frogging Doug into the VP Hospitality role," Vanessa said, then held up a hand. "But it's notthat likely to happen, so then you need to look at how to best position yourself. You and Dayana work as a pair, and we all know Dayana does almost all of Shaun's job herself except the paperwork. When the shake-up happens, you want either Shaun or Doug on the outs while the other one looks strong, that way you control who goes into the VP Hospitality role while the other one gets canned. Then youboth get promoted, stay at the same level working together instead of changing the dynamic that works, and both of your departments function at a higher level because of it."

"Which makes things easier for you," I said.

"It would," she said, giving me one of her rare little smiles. Then she returned back to her cold business expression. "It will be easier for you to undercut Doug than Shaun. Dayana already doing his job for him and everyone knowing it means that anything against him will just reflect on her. You haven't covered for Doug nearly as much, so he's more vulnerable without it blowing back on you."

I grimaced and sighed. "You know this isnot my MO."

"I know," she said, her voice sweet but her expression still cold. "And that's why I trust you enough to lay it out for you, and not use it againstme."

"I wouldn't ever," I sighed. "And I hope you wouldn't either."

"I wouldn't need to," she smirked a little, her expression softening again. "You'd step out of my way if you were ever in it."

That made me chuckle. "That's fair, I would."

She gave me a look that was a little confusing. Something floating around curiosity, sadness, pity and wistfulness.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Nothing, Robbie," Vanessa said, her expression hardening again. "Nothing. Was this really all that you came up here to talk about?"

"It was," I promised her. "I just wanted to make sure you knew things were... in motion."

"Well, thank you," she said. "Now what are you going to do?"

"About Doug?"

"About needing to find more last-minute bookings," she clarified. "I can't exactly start marketing that we're seeking small, niche-timing events at full price."

"Tell me about it," I shook my head. "I'll figure it out. If youdo hear about any of the companies you network with thinking about something, let me know. Depending on what it is, I can probably dosome sort of discount."

"I'll keep an ear out, but don't expect anything," she said.

I nodded. "Thanks. Anything I can do for you?"

Again she gave me a flash of a weird expression, and this one was even more complicated and hard to read. "I'm good, thanks," she said. Then took a bite of her warm, gooey cookie and breathed in and out slowly through her nose as she chewed. Once she'd swallowed she sighed. "Better than good. Now get out of here, I have work to do."

"And so do I," I said, flashing her a smile and standing up. As I moved the extra chair - or Azir's desk chair, if he ever dared use it - back to its position I had a flash of Deja Vu that made me laugh. Dayana had said the same thing to me that Vanessa had, and I'd responded the same. The idea of Vanessa giving me a playful, friendly smack on the ass to send me on my way was absurd, though.

"What is it?" Vanessa asked me as I headed for the door.

"Nothing, just a stray thought," I said, lingering in the doorway. "Have a good day, Vanessa."

"Have a good afternoon," she replied, correcting me mildly. "And say hello to Cassidy for me."

"I will," I promised her, and left her to her work.

Chapter 369

My welcome home, about an hour later than I wanted but better than I'd worried it would be, was solely by Cassidy.

And it wasquite welcoming.

"Oh, fuck," I grunted, leaning back against the front door.

Gack-gack-gack, she slurped and gagged loudly on my cock. Then she came off my cock, jaw still open, laughing breathily as she left spittle stringing between us.

"Hi, Tiger," she said with a grin, stroking my messy cock with one hand.

"Hey, baby," I groaned. "Where's-?"

"Upstairs getting ready," my fiancee said, standing up and reversing her grip on my cock, still stroking me and she pressed her front to me and went on her toes to kiss me. She'd met me at the door naked and her bare breasts pressed against me, even through my suit, was still intoxicating. Her kiss was less messy than her cocksucking, but her lips were still spittle-covered and it got on me - and I didn't give a fuck. She moaned into my lips and I slid my hands around her waist and then down to her ass, grabbing it firmly and making her giggle softly.

"What's the plan?" I murmured to her.

"Well, you guys are going on your date," she said, pulling away from me a little but tugging me to follow with her hand on my cock. She walked backwards, leading me deeper into the house as she talked, all the way to the kitchen. "And Dayana texted, I'm gonna go have dinner with her. That's OK, right?"

"Of course it is," I said, frowning slightly. "When has it evernot been?"

Cassidy made a little guilty face. "Well, now that you know what Iused to do..."

I grunted, having not made that connection. "Oh," I said. "Well... I trust you. And her."

She smirked a little. "You trust me alone with your work wife? Most fiancees and husbands would be worried about that."

"She's not my work wife," I sighed. It was a long-standing teasing between us. I'd never taken it seriously because I'd made the effort to make sure they could be friendly, and eventually, they'd become friends themselves.

"Suuure she isn't," Cassidy grinned as we entered the kitchen. She kept tugging, slowing as she backed up to the counter.

"Vanessa says Hi, by the way," I said.

"Ooh, I say hi back," she said, then gave me a look. She didn't even need to say 'your other work wife' to make me glare at her, which made her laugh. "I love you," she said with a sigh.

"I love you too," I said.

Her butt hit the edge of the counter, and a glance told me what she was hoping for, so I picked her up by her waist and she wiggled to put herself in the right position as she spread her legs for me to stand between them. "Anyways, I'll be eating with Dayana and hanging out for a bit," she said. "While you're on your date with Cattie. And you guys are getting alone time tonight, I'm not horning in on your alone-sex, but I'll come home to sleep in your arms still," she said as she hugged me around my shoulders and pulled me to her. My cock bumped against her mound, pressing between us as she pulled me into a kiss. When it was done she slid a hand between us and wrapped it around my cock again, both of us shifting as she pushed it into position. "But right now my job is to get you nice and relaxed," she murmured against my lips. "And get your first orgasm of the evening out of you so that when Cattie gets your pants off you lastextra long."

I groaned in my chest as my cock sank into my fiancee, and she hooked one leg back around my hips as I bottomed out in her, our lips locked.

We fucked, not hard, and definitely not as wild as the night before. It wasn't lovemaking, it was sex, but it was sinuous and slow. Heartfelt but wanting. Hungry.

I lost track of time, fucking Cass. Feeling her gripping and squeezing, hearing her pussy squelch softly and our bodies come together. Listening to her little happy grunts and moans, and matching them with my own.

"God, I love you," she whispered, looking up into my eyes. I was holding her waist with one hand and had my other woven into the hair on the back of her head.

"I fuckin' love you too," I grunted. "So fucking much."

"Your phone's been buzzing in your pocket," she giggled. "Want to see if any of the girls have sent you any nudes while you fuck me?"

I'd heard it too, and it was a possibility since they knew I wasn't at work anymore, but I shook my head. Looking at my other naked girlfriends while I was having sex with Cass and Cattie was kinky fun, but not what I wanted. "I just want you," I murmured. "I'm just here with you."

She sucked in a breath and pulled me into another hungry, soulful kiss.

"Are you two done down there or what?" Cattie called down from upstairs.

That made Cass and I pull away from each other a little, both of us laughing at the impatient tone in Cattie's voice.

"Almost, babe," Cass called back.

"Hi, gorgeous."

"Welcome home, Tiger," Cattie called. "Now fill Cassidy's slutty little pussy up with cum so that you can come get ready and we can get outta here for our date. I want to make this relationship official on every level!"

"Such a needy submissive," Cass chuckled softly.

"I heard that!" Cattie shouted down.

"Love you," Cassidy cackled.

"I'll just be a minute more," I promised Cattie, then picked Cass up from the counter and lowered us both to the floor. She clung to me, giggling breathily, and once her back was on the tile she hissed softly and moaned as I started fucking her more firmly.

"That's it, Tiger," Cassidy said. "That's it. Fuck my brains out. Fuck my brains out so you can absolutely melt Cattie's brains later. We're both your little fucktoy girlfriends. Dump your load in me. I want to feel it all ooey and gooey in me while I'm eating dinner with Dayana. Oh, fuck, Robbie, that's good. That's good! That's-"

Cassidy hiccuped softly, her shoulder pressing back against the floor as she arched her body in agonizing pleasure while I thumbed her clit quickly and ground myself inside her, thrusting with little shots as I pumped ropes of cum deep into her.

"Yessss," she hissed out her breath.

I grunted wordlessly, enjoying every moment of using her for our mutual pleasure.

When we were both finished panting to catch our breath, grinning at each other, she shook her head and raised her voice again. "OK, babe. We're done."

"Finally! I was starting to think I'd have to start fingering myself up here, listening to you two!"

Chapter 370

I was given a chance to shower and change, and when I finally came down from upstairs we were edging on an unreasonable dinnertime.

"God, I'm one lucky son of a gun," I said when I saw Cattie waiting for me with a smile.

Last night had been a walk down the Strip, a fancy dinner and then impromptu mini putt, so we hadn't been dressed up but we'd looked nice even if the girls had leaned into Cattie's more Hot Goth vibes. Today we were doing even more fun and casual, so Cattie had dressed to match mine and Cassidy's suggestions - and yet she was still wowing the pants off of me. Her black hair was pulled back into a sporty ponytail, and she was wearing a black sweater that was more like a pair of sweater arms connected to a hood. It exposed her entire front and back chest and torso, but she was wearing a tight athletic bra underneath with a thick elastic band under her bust, and she had on another more standard bra under that so her nipples weren't making obvious bumps in the fabric. Down below her bare, amazingly smooth torso, she was wearing a pair of red, high-waisted jeans that clung to her deliciously, and she'd done her lipstick in the same bright red.

And she was wearing a pair of brand new black and white Converse - brand new except for the clean and carefully written 'Cattie <3's Robbie' on the outside right side of her right foot.

I groaned as she posed, showing me that, and she laughed warmly as I picked her up and hugged her. "I figured I should catch up a little," she said, kissing my cheek and whispering in my ear. "And make sure people know I've got a man that I'm dressing up for."

"Fuck, you look good enough to eat, Catherine," I said, setting her down and kissing her gently. When I pulled back I smirked a little. "Am I covered in lipstick now?"

"No, we planned for lots of kissing and picked the appropriate product," Cattie snorted. "Not like last night where the plan was to get it all over you."

"OK," I said, taking her hand and then laughing again. "God, why am I nervous all of a sudden?"

"Because you're cute," she said with a grin. "And I'm nervous too, so let's just say this date happened before last night when we're telling the story a decade from now."

"Deal, but it's gonna be one awkward story with all the details," I said and kissed her again.

Every time her chest pressed against mine I wanted to grab her, throw her over my shoulder and carry her up to the bedroom - dinner and fun be damned. Instead, I contented myself by sliding my hands back to grab her fantastic butt, making her grin and kiss the edge of my jaw, teasing me with her teeth for a moment as she growled playfully.

"Where's Cass?" I asked. "We should get going."

"I'm on my way out," my fiancee said as she came back out from the kitchen. She was dressed much more casually in a T-shirt and shorts, wearing her old Converse as well and with her hair hanging loose. Her makeup was lighter than Cattie's and leaning more natural as well, and she had a new bottle of wine in one hand and her keys and purse in the other. "Don't mind me."

"I mind you constantly, baby," I said, half-stepping from Cattie and looping my arm around her to pull her in so I could kiss her forehead as we both hugged her. "Have a good time catching up with Dayana."

"Oh, I'm sure I will," Cass said as she hugged us back, then titled her lips up to me for a little kiss as Cattie watched from up close, grinning at us. When our lips parted, Cass was grinning with that look in her eye. "I'm sure your work wife will be thrilled to find out all the stuff we got up to on our week away."

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, both of them still in my arms and snickering a little. Then I opened my eyes and looked down at my cunning fiancee. "You can tell her what you want to," I said. "I haven't mentioned anything yet, because I wanted to give us time to settle in a little, but if you want to tell her you can."

"Wait," Cass said, her grin dropping a little in shock. "Really?"

"Robbie, you don't need to do that," Cattie said. "Work is work, home is home. Me being your girlfriend shouldn't-"

"Catherine," I interrupted her, scratching my fingernails softly across her lower back as I leaned in to kiss her for a moment. "I'm not ashamed of you, or this, in the slightest. And I'm definitely not looking to hide you. We don't need to share all our private details," I gave Cass a look at that. "But we're in a polyamorous relationship now. I love you, and not telling my friends would be different. The only reason I haven't yet is so we have some time to ourselves first, because Dayana and everyone else in our lives is going to want to meet you, and Becca, as soon as possible and we have limited time this week for us."

"Robbie," Cattie said softly, tears starting to brim in her eyes a little bit as she raised a hand and brushed her fingers across my cheek.

"Way to make her risk messing up her make-up already, Tiger," Cassidy teased.

"Sorry, gorgeous," I said, rubbing Cattie's back.

"Shut up and kiss me," she muttered, pulling me into a liplock that told me exactly how much she appreciated my words.

When she pulled away and laughed, she stepped out of my arms and back. "OK, let me go make sure I'm put back together before we go. Cass, I'm OK with telling this Dayana girl about me too - we can even go meet her tomorrow or something."

"Oooh, I bet she feeds us something delicious from one of the spots in the hotel," Cassidy said. "Oh! And you can get to see where Robbie works."

"Not that I can promise I can see you," I cautioned. "Or that Dayana can at a specific time either."

"OK, let me go get touched up," Cattie said, heading for the bathroom and grabbing her purse from the front door on the way.

"Are you sure?" Cass quickly turned, hugging me tightly around my waist as she looked up into my eyes. "I was just joking, I figured you would want to keep all this on the down-low for a while. Especially with Dayana."

"No, it's- what do you mean, especially with Dayana?" I started to answer but pivoted.

She gave me a look, and I gave her one back, and she sighed. "You and Dayana had a really good friendship, and the fact that you made sure I was present in that means the world, Robbie. And I trust her and you that neither of you has ever done anything, OK? But I've seen the way she looks at you every once in a while when you're not looking and she forgets I'm there."

"Wait," I said, rubbing Cassidy's shoulders. "Please, just- I don't know if I want to hear this, Cass."

"She's not in love with you," Cassidy said bluntly, then let out a little breath. "She's not even, like, crushing on you, I think. You're fine. But I think the reason those two things aren't true is because you're taken, not because you aren't her type. If that makes sense?"

"Cass," I sighed.

"Shhh," she shushed me. "Don't worry. I'm not going to just start propositioning if she wants to hop on your dick or something like that. I'll just let her know that your girlfriend, my best friend, is visiting us and let her ask questions. And if she thinks to ask if you have other girlfriends I'll tell her about Becca, but I'll keep everyone else quiet because they aren't official yet. And I'll tell her this whole thing is my idea, and own my shit. OK?"

"Cass," I sighed again, conflicted deep in my gut and heart.

"I love you, Tiger," she said, giving me a mild puppy dog look with big eyes and a slightly pouting lower lip.

"I love you too, baby," I sighed, hugging her tighter again as she pressed her cheek to my chest. "Just... take it easy, OK?"

"I will," she promised. "I know your friendship with her is important. I'm not going to fuck it up. Or use the App."

"Thank you," I murmured, pressing my lips to the hair on top of her head and getting a noseful of her shampoo scent.

"OK, I'm ready," Cattie said, coming back down the hallway and pressing herself to the two of us, wrapping her arms around us in a hug. "God, guys, it's so fucking- Ugh, it's amazing to feel so fucking positive about all of this. Seriously, I'm realising I was walking on eggshells around She Who Can Suck A Truckload Of Diseased Cocks for so long, and you two just make me feel free."

"We love you, babe," Cassidy said, wiggling slightly to get her arm around Cattie as well to return the group hug. "Now go have fun with our man, and then come back here and fuck him until his brains run out his ears."

"Wait, I thought that was my job today," I snorted.

"OK, I expect both of you to be brainless fucked out zombies by the time I get back," Cassidy smirked as she broke up the hug. "That work for you two?"

"I think we can make that happen," Cattie grinned at me. "Now get me out of here, Tiger, so that we can eventually get back here and I can get this buttplug out of my ass and your cock into me."

Cassidy's laugh at the look on my face echoed across the street as she opened the front door to lead us out.

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