Explorers Club Ch. 13: Relax

Explorers Club, Chapter 12: Relax

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Part A: Meester Kun-y Leeng-y Beach

Part B: In the Water

Part C: The Queen

Part D: Instagram Detective

Part E: Offer for Services

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Day seven: Sunday afternoon.

Part A: Meester Kun-y Leeng-y Beach

"Eat up, love," Fiona said. "You can't survive off pastries."

"Don't have to tell me twice," I said, looking over the food.

Various salads were assembled in neat, high-quality glass containers. Pasta salad, potato salad, two different kinds of green salads. They were quite elaborate, with a variety of colorful ingredients. Much better than what I'd get from the grocery story. But still...

"Lots of salad options..." I mumbled.

I glanced sideways. Fiona held her rolled towel in front of her, which hid most of her naked body, but I caught glimpses of her curvy, and hourglass figure from the corner of my eye.

Fiona picked a bottle of water from the cooler and turned to me. "Come join me in the water once you have a full belly, alright? Oh, and why don't you bring a bottle of Rosé and two glasses?" she awkwardly held up her water and towel. "I'm out of hands."

"Will do. And then we'll talk about..." I realized Frank was around and didn't want to mention Jenny's name. "... well, we can continue talking?"

Fiona smiled wide and nodded.

"Of course! We're going to solve your problem; I just know it! You just need to relax a bit and then we'll get you all sorted out!" She looked my naked body up and down quickly and gave me a wink before turning to leave.

Fiona swayed her hips as she walked away. If she was trying to walk in such a way to get me to stare at her curvy, firm butt, then it was working. But if she was trying to be sexy then she soon stopped bothering, as she held her towel up over her head to protect herself from the sun. It made her look quite silly, I thought, but I still found it a bit endearing. I chuckled and shook my head.

"Beware," a gravelly voice whispered behind me.

"Gah!" I said, turning. "What the hell, Frank?"

He scowled at the food, as if it was poisoned.

"It's..." he spoke with horror in his voice. "... vegan."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure it's perfectly fine for one meal."

Frank scoffed and went over to the cooler and searched for the bottle of cooled Sauvignon Blanc that Diane had requested. "Well at least Diane makes sure there's plenty of alcohol."

"She does travel with a lot of stuff. It's very impressive," I said, looking around. The little station had an umbrella, a chest of drinks, food, supplies, lounge chairs. It was quite a little operation.

"Yeah, she had her people set it up before we got here," Frank said. "Must be nice to have people carry all this crap out to the beach for you."

I began laughing as I remembered Gracie's text messages from the morning.

"What's funny?" Frank asked.

"You just reminded me of Gracie," I said.

"I reminded you of Gracie?" Frank said, confused, and looked down at himself. "Gracie and I are very different people, Perkins."

I rolled my eyes. "No, I mean Gracie wanted me to carry her chairs and things this morning for her and Professor Hale. The way you spoke about Diane traveling... well it's like Gracie times ten."

"Oh yeah... you know, I think Diane is basically what Gracie wants to be when she grows up," Frank said, chuckling to himself.

I laughed. "Yeah, I can definitely see that."

"Except... it's like she has Diane's personality, but Fiona's body," Frank said.

"True," I agreed. Gracie's soft curves were much more similar to Fiona than to Diane's lithe, toned figure.

"Wait, Perkins..." Frank turned to me, curious. "You said Gracie wanted you at the beach this morning?"

"Yeah. To be her beach minion."

"Why aren't you there, then?"

I shrugged. "Well, you wanted my help out here, didn't you?"

Frank gave me a smile like I had never seen from him. He came over and slapped my shoulder roughly. It felt odd to be so close to him and touching, while both of us were naked, but he seemed genuinely moved.

"You're a good friend, Perkins. I'm glad you didn't leave me here alone."

"Alone? You're with three hot women," I said.

He shrugged and went to retrieve the white wine from the cooler.

"You know," I said, "if I was really a good friend, I'd be able to get you away from Diane entirely."

"Yeah, well..." Frank looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear that and then seemed to forget it as if I hadn't said anything. He took the wine and collapsed on the lounge chair.

I loaded a plate with various salads.

"I think I'm just going to rest these old bones for a minute," he said, and exhaled loudly.

"You sound like you're eighty years old, Frank," I said as I began eating my way through the various salads.

"I feel eighty," he said.

"Hrm," I said, beginning to eat.

The potato salad had no mayonnaise or bacon or anything truly good, but it wasn't bad either. And at the end of the day, a potato is a potato- vegan or not, and I scarfed it down. Frank was splayed out on the chair, all four limbs in different directions, staring up at nothing in particular.

"I don't even know what a leek is," Frank said to the open blue sky.

I took a bite and wiped my mouth. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, if I'm going to be vegan, I guess that's the kind of thing I'll need to know," he said, wistfully. "Did you know there are like... dozens of kinds vegetables, Perkins?"

I shook my head. "Frank, you've known Diane for what, three days? And you're vegan now? You, of all people?"

"I may never eat a hot dog again," Frank said longingly to the sky.

He shifted his body on the lounge chair, and I saw more of him than I really wanted or needed.

"Frank can you cover up your own hot dog with that towel?"

"Dude, can I tell you something?" Frank said, ignoring my request.

I sighed. "Sure, Frank."

"Did you know that milfs are like... WAY hornier than like... college girls?"

I snorted and looked at him curiously. "Are you sure that's just not your personal experience?"

"I dunno man... girls at college need to be like wood and impressed and taken on dates..." He shook his head and breathed out. "You know female lions bite the males in their junk, trying to get them to fuck, even if the guys are tired?"

I tried to figure out if I should feel bad for him or burst out laughing.

"You look like you need a nap," I said.

"Yeah, I do," Frank agreed. "Diane and Lena kept waking me up last night..."

"Oh yeah? Well, was the sex good, at least?"

"Well... they won't really let me fuck them yet... Diane said I have to take these tests and whatever before I can uh, go all the way. They're very careful about that sort of thing. But soon, man. Soon."

"So what were they waking you up for? To play backgammon?"

Frank scratched his neck. "Well they didn't let me, you know... put it in them... but they still had uh, needs..."

"Needs? Who has needs?" Lena said, approaching us from the beach.

Lena strode towards us, unconcerned and unembarrassed by her nudity. And with a body like that, what was there to be embarrassed about? She had a similar figure to Diane, but she was a little taller and a little curvier, with slightly bigger hips and heavier boobs. Her long blonde hair blew dramatically as a breeze picked up.

"So, vat are you two lovebirds talking about?" Lena asked.

Frank gawked, unable to respond.

"Vegan hot dogs," I answered.

Lena snorted and turned to Frank. "Come on meester kun-y leeng-y beach, I'm bored!"

"I'll be right there," Frank promised. "I just uh... well Diane wanted me to come to her, first."

"Then vat are you doing laying down here?"

"Just taking a quick break." Frank fidgeted on the chair. "I promise... I'll be there soon."

Lena turned her attention to me. I straightened. It felt like the femme fatale villain of an action movie had just turned her crosshairs onto me.

"Well, if Frankie is busy, maybe the new tall boy vants to be my new meester kun-y leeng-y beach?"

"Your new what?" I said.

"No no!" Frank said, quickly. "I- I've got it, just give me like... twenty minutes with Diane. I'll be right over."

"She vill be longer than that," Lena scoffed. She turned in my direction, eyebrow raised. It was an invitation, and she clearly didn't care what Frank thought.

"I'm going to take a dip in the water," I said.

"Vith Fiona?" Lena asked.

I nodded.

Lena huffed and stomped over to the drink cooler.

Frank began to get off the chair, and I padded quietly over to him, hopefully out of Lena's earshot.

"What's a meester kun-y leeng-y beach?" I whispered to him.

"Don't worry about it," he whispered back.

Lena walked past us holding a bottle of water.

"If you two are going to play sucky-dickies then just tell me, and I'll stay and watch," Lena said, smirking. "But Diane may not approve of your dawdling."

"We aren't!" Frank insisted. "I'm... I'm going!"

"Well, then at least give me a little kiss before you go," Lena said. "Show your friend how much you love me."

"Come on, Lena-"

"Tsk tsk, no complaining! You know that's against the rules!"

Lena strode up beside the chair and pushed Frank back into it. Lena lifted one of her long legs over the chair, straddling Frank's chest. She pressed his head back into the chair and pushed her hips forward, shoving her pussy against his mouth.

"Now give me a little kiss," she demanded.

I just stared, wide-eyed.

She giggled as Frank leaned forward and planted a kiss on her lower set of lips. Lena turned to me and winked.

"Don't be long with Diane," Lena warned Frank. Then she swung her leg back off the chair and strode back across the beach.

Frank caught his breath. Once Lena was out of earshot, my mind finally finished translating.

"Oh my god," I said. "Lena's been calling you her 'Mister Cunnilini-bitch'."

"She's warming up to me," Frank murmured as he got up off the chair.

"Frank..." I began, but didn't know what else to say.

Frank finished assembling the supplies to take to Diane. He put an extra towel under one arm, a bottle of white wine, and carried a canvas bag with the rest of the things he needed to bring to Diane.

"Frank, you can just leave them," I blurted out quickly. "You don't have to transfer them money, you don't have to go into debt, you don't have to quit school and become a vegan... you don't to be a mister- well, you don't have to do any of it. After we get to the hotel you can just... come with me. You haven't done anything you can't get out of, yet."

Frank paused for a second, thinking, before raising a hand goodbye.

"Gotta go, Perkins," Frank said. "And thanks again for not leaving me alone out here."

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Part B: In the Water

After Frank left, I grabbed a bottle of rosé and two glasses and made my way over to where Fiona had set up her towel. On the way, my mind felt like a tangled web. Jenny, Hale, and Gracie were tangled up in there, as was Frank's situation with Diane. I realized as I walked across the beach that Fiona was maybe the only person I knew who I could talk about all that with. And hopefully she could help, because if she couldn't, I really didn't know what I would be doing next.

Fiona had set up her towel far out where the sand gave way to smooth water-worn rocks. Deep pools of water curled around the eroding rock formations. Her towel was laid over a section of smooth stone, just beyond where a stone ledge dropped into a deep pool. Fiona was swimming lazily on her back in the pool, and she waved to me as I approached.

"You look comfy," I said, as I walked up.

"I am! Come in, the water's perfect!"

Fiona swam up to the stone ledge and rested her arms on the ledge and then set her chin on her arms. A large wave crashed in, and she let out a squeal and a laugh. When she wiped her eyes and looked up at me, her soaking red hair was covering her arms and shoulders.

"You eat enough?" she asked, brushing her soaking red hair out of her face.

"I did, thanks. Want the wine?" I held up the bottle and glasses.

She pointed to the large towel I was standing on. "Just leave them on my towel, we can drink later. I want to swim first!"

I put down the wine and went over to the ledge and dangled my legs into the water. I felt odd jumping in, and sat there for a minute, kicking my legs and feeling the warm water on my feet and shins.

"Are you alright, love?" she asked, looking up to me from the water.

"I just feel a little odd relaxing like this..."

Fiona looked at me with a curious expression. "You feel odd relaxing? Aren't you on vacation?"

"Well, I just... feel like I should be doing something, but I don't know what. I still don't know where Jenny went, or why, and I still haven't figured out what to tell Gracie or Hale about the trip. And I'm worried about Frank..." I looked down at Fiona, who was staring up at me from the water, looking concerned. "I guess I've got a lot on my mind."

"Yes, I can see that."

I dangled my feet in the warm water as I sat, bare butt on the stone.

"I just feel like... maybe it feels wasteful, or wrong, somehow to relax a time like this."

"Well, what else should you be doing?"

"I don't know, that's the problem."

"That's exactly why you need to relax, love," Fiona said, rubbing her hand on my calf. "Relaxation opens the mind and lets the pathways in your brain make some new connections. You're not going to solve anything tying your brain up in knots."

"I suppose..."

"Now, can't you find a speck of calm in a place like this?" she said, gesturing around her.

I looked around, really noticing where we were for the first time. Before coming to Hawaii I probably would have thought that one ocean horizon probably looked much like any other. But this was really something different: the waves were dramatic, the islands in the distance were green and mysterious, and the beach was perfect. The warm water splashed on my legs as I sat on the rocks.

"It really is beautiful here," I admitted.

"See?"

Fiona smiled, and her pretty heart-shaped face was calming and comforting. With her long red hair splayed over her naked shoulders I got the distinct sense that this is what sailors probably expected mermaids to look like.

"What is it?" Fiona said. "You're looking at me like you just saw me for the first time."

"Well... I was thinking you kind of look like Ariel's hot mom."

Fiona blinked for a second, then cackled in laughter. "Did you just make a Little Mermaid reference?!"

I smiled and shrugged.

Fiona let out a loud laugh. "Want me to see if I can find a seashell bikini?" Fiona leaned back a little, cupping her breasts as she let them surface just barely above the water.

"I think you're good without the seashells, actually," I said.

"I thought you might say that." She winked and tugged on my calf. "Now come down here, already."

I yelped and lost my balance as I let Fiona pull me into the water.

I surfaced and brushed the hair out of my face, meeting Fiona's smile. We both floated in the water, letting the waves push us back and forth.

"It really is like being in a bath," I said, amazed at how comfortable the water was. "It's basically a bath with waves."

"Didn't I tell you?" Fiona said, smiling, as her foot slid over my ankle.

I treaded water, debating where to begin. Should I ask her about Jenny now? Or maybe I should start by talking about the turtle island trip? Or maybe I could ask her to intercede with Frank and try to get her to help me pull him away from Diane. Would she even want to do that?

"Do you even know what relaxation looks like?" Fiona teased. "You only get to thinking for a second and I can see the troubles return to your face."

"Sorry," I said, looking up to her. "I was just figuring out how to even begin telling you about everything."

She snickered and took my wrist underwater. "Just come here. If you don't relax, you're gonna pop a blood vessel."

Fiona led me to an area beside the smooth rock wall where she was able to sit on some kind of stone ledge underwater. Her breasts bobbed weightlessly at the surface of the water, partially covered by her long, soaking red hair. The waves pushed me into her soft, warm body. I slid a hand up her side, cupping her left breast. I felt my fingers sink into her soft flesh and my dick flexed, sliding up her thigh underwater. She smiled and cupped my butt.

"Now just follow my lead, okay?" One hand pressed my butt underwater and her other hand lightly took my shoulder, guiding me to lay backwards.

"What do I have to do?"

"Just let me guide you, and most importantly: relax."

"On my back?"

She nodded. "Just float, love."

I let Fiona press my butt up, and I began to float backwards.

"Fiona... I don't know..." I tried to speak, but my mind couldn't process a coherent sentence. My mind whirled as I thought of Jenny, and Hale, and Gracie. And Frank.

Fiona shook her head, smirking at me. "Oh, honey, stop worrying so much. For god's sake just freaking relax. Okay?"

I leaned back and the world went silent as my ears dropped under the water. I stopped tensing and let my muscles relax as I closed my eyes. I felt like a corpse floating on a warm cloud. Fiona's hand gripped my butt hard, holding me in place. I sighed and let myself float. I felt Fiona's hand sliding over my thigh, moving gently over my dick. She began to caress and massage my growing erection. I don't know how long I laid there, but I never really wanted it to end. My body rocked with the waves, as Fiona kept me in place, gently holding me in front of her. My cock pointed above the waves as she caressed it, letting it grow hot and hard in her hand.

Then, she rotated my body, so my legs faced her. My calves slid over her shoulders, and my feet rested on the rock behind her. I felt her pulling me by my butt, pulling my body into hers. Then, I felt my cock slide between the heavy softness of her breasts. I gasped as Fiona nestled my erection between them, letting their soft warmth envelop my erection.

I gasped. My eyes rolled back. It felt like my dick was nestled in a warm cloud.

"Shhh, just calm down, honey, and let it all out," Fiona whispered.

For a few minutes I laid back in the water, letting Fiona's tits massage my erect cock. They felt amazing as my dick slid up and down between them, crushed inside their softness. I felt my dick heat up as my orgasm approached. The tip of my cock was red hot as I realized she was sucking on the head of my dick while her breasts massaged the shaft. I could barely move, think, or speak. It felt like I was imprisoned in the most comfortable prison I could ever want to be in. She leaned down and gave a good strong suck as she crushed her breasts over me.

The pleasure was too much to handle. My body shook as I felt myself emptying out. I came, wetting Fiona's tits, and spurting onto her mouth, and chin. I shivered in the warm water as my anxiety and worry left my body. Fiona jiggled her tits, massaging me as I finished.

"There we go, honey," she murmured, softly, as I came. She squeezed my butt affectionately as I finished. "Good job, love."

I pulled my head above the water and collapsed onto the rock ledge beside her. She held out her arm and I collapsed into her. I caught my breath, as she scooped up water, cleaning my cum off her breasts and face.

"Feeling more relaxed, love?" she said, smiling. She continued wiping my cum off her. "You had a lot of worries to get out of your system!"

"Yes... I feel much better." I caught my breath and leaned back against the smooth stone. "I feel a lot more clear-headed, actually."

"Good! That was the idea!" she said, smiling wide. "Now come over here and tell me about your problems."

Fiona dropped to sit on a wide stone shelf underwater, and I floated to her. She pulled me so I was leaning back against her chest. Her arms wrapped around me, and it felt almost like I was sitting in a comfy, squishy armchair. Underwater, her right hand gently caressed my spent dick. It didn't feel like she was trying to get me off or make me hard... it felt more like she was fondling a pet.

"Does this feel okay, love?" she whispered.

"Feels nice," I admitted.

"Good." Fiona smiled and rested her chin on my shoulder as she held me to her. Her hand slowly caressed me under the water as we spoke. "Okay love, now that you've got a clear head, tell me what's going on."

I settled my back into her and sighed. "I don't even know where to begin, honestly."

"Why don't we start with the girl's name, hm?" she began.

"Jenny," I said. "She's the short, black-haired girl..."

"Oh was she the one waiting at the bar last night? Too shy to come talk to us?" Fiona said.

"That's her," I said.

"No wonder you're worked up! She was cute as a button!" Fiona said. "So you were dating the girl? Are still... dating her?"

I sighed and shook my head. "No, she left this morning. I have no idea why."

"Well then..." she rested her chin on my shoulder and spoke softly. "Why don't you start at the beginning, and tell me everything?"

I only really intended to tell her about Jenny, but the Jenny story was wrapped up with the turtle island trip, and Gracie, and Professor Hale, and Frank. It wasn't long before I just told her basically everything about the past week. She was easy to talk to, and getting all of this off my chest was honestly a relief. Fiona listened carefully, holding me and stroking me gently as I talked. She gently pried for information at various points, but for the most part she just let me talk. The warmth and comfort of it all made it easier to open up. Her hand caressing my dick felt comfortable. It all just felt casual and natural and easy.

"Wow... you weren't joking. You really have had quite a week, haven't you?" Fiona said, chuckling to herself.

"Yeah but..." I let out a long sigh. "I might have to leave. Maybe I'll book a last-minute flight out, or something. And then transfer schools, I guess."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"Well, I mean what else can I do? With Jenny gone, there's no turtle island trip. And I can't confront Gracie or Hale. I lied to them both and I told them that I was going to pay for it. I feel like I'm trapped... I mean I know I only have myself to blame. But still."

The waves kept crashing into us, pressing me backwards into Fiona's soft body. But she didn't seem to mind. Her face was scrunched, as she rested her chin on my shoulder, thinking. I felt my cock waking up in the warm water as her hand played with me absent-mindedly beneath the waves.

"Do you want a... womanly perspective?" Fiona said, finally. "I think I know what happened."

"Yes, please," I said. "Anything."

"Well, when a girl blocks you, usually there's only one thing to do..."

"You think she's blocked me?"

"Well, you called her, it rang once, and then voicemail?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Sorry love, but I think she did. You can try again once you get your phone, but I'd expect the same result."

"What the fuck..." I said, shaking my head.

"So, when a girl blocks you," Fiona continued, "the most likely scenario is that she just plain doesn't ever want to talk to you again. Maybe you pissed her off or did something you shouldn't have. In which case, you should just let it be and move on. And in most cases I think that's really all there is to do."

I frowned. "Well that wasn't exactly the advice I was hoping for."

"Well, hold on, now. Based on your story, that doesn't sound like what happened. So I don't think she was mad at you. I think there's another reason she blocked you."

"Like what?"

"Well... honestly, the same reason you told me a minute ago you wanted to get on a plane and leave. The poor girl might just be embarrassed."

"Embarrassed? About what?"

Fiona snickered and shook her head, making her wet hair brush against the back of my head. I felt myself growing harder underwater from her touch, and I rested my hands on her legs to hold steady in the waves.

"Well honey, you've been so twisted up in your own nets, you haven't even considered the one she got twisted up in herself. Think about what she promised you: paying for this entire trip? A trip that has two other women you were... involved with? I'm sorry, dear, but I'm afraid this whole 'sugar momma' business sounds about as real as a mermaid. Come on, love, think about it from her perspective."

I sighed deeply, thinking it over. I laid back into Fiona, and my brain sorted through the tangled threads. It finally made sense.

"She never intended to pay for any of it," I said, sighing. "I guess expecting her to do all that was... quite a stretch."

"It seems like the most likely scenario, yes," Fiona said. "And do you know why she did it?"

I sighed. "To get close to me, I suppose."

"Exactly," Fiona said, smiling on my shoulder.

"It does help to think about this from a woman's perspective," I admitted.

"Doesn't it?" Fiona snickered as her hand caressed up and down my shaft underwater, slowly. "It all makes sense to me, honestly. We have a shy girl on vacation and maybe she wants to explore a little, maybe she wants to get out of her shell. Maybe she wants her first kiss, or her first ride in the hay..."

"Yeah," I admitted. "Something like that."

"Mhm. But then her aggressive blonde friend snatches up Frankie at the bar. Okay, fine, well there's more fish in the sea, right? And as much as I like that Frankie boy, maybe he's not Jenny's cup of tea anyway. So then she goes along to this fancy resort and meets a tall, handsome boy that, well, if your story is even half true... then it's obvious to me that she had an instant crush on you."

I remembered running into Jenny in the hotel room. How she perched on my chair, and began calling me 'Perky'...

"Yeah... you're right," I agreed.

"Buuuut," Fiona continued. "This cute boy happens to be not exactly single. He's all wrapped up with this Gracie girl, who apparently, is a complete knockout. Which is exactly the kind of girl that's very intimidating to someone like Jenny."

"Well Jenny's cute, too..." I respond.

"Yes, but she's shy, and a virgin, and... well she has boobs on the smaller side, right?" Fiona said.

"Well yeah certainly compared to Gracie. I can see why she'd be intimidated."

Fiona snickered as a wave crushed me into her. The head of my dick was poking just barely above water as she stroked me.

"Bu then, you went and told your whole life story to Jenny at the bar, didn't you? Made it clear that this Gracie girl wasn't really your girlfriend. So now Jenny and you have a connection, but she needs something else. Something to keep your eyes on her, and not on this Gracie girl."

"Yeah it was in the bar that she thought of the sugar momma idea," I said.

"And it worked, didn't it?" Fiona said.

"Like a charm," I agreed. "After that, I spent more time with Jenny than Gracie, actually."

"See? She's a smart girl," Fiona said, impressed. "What's so devious about it is that she wasn't explicitly trying to break up you and Gracie. That made it easier for you to just... go along with it. But sooner or later, the bill comes due, doesn't it?"

"And she left," I said. "Before she had to pay it."

"Exactly. Sorry, love."

I sighed deeply as I laid back into Fiona's soft chest. "I guess I just wanted everything to work out with everyone. I'm an idiot, aren't I?"

"No, love, you're just... an optimist," Fiona snickered. "Okay and maybe a tad naïve."

I laughed and sighed. "I suppose, I am."

"You're also... well, you're hard again, love," Fiona said, as she rested her chin on my ear. "Do you need to get it out again?"

"No, thanks," I said. "I appreciate it, but I don't think my body can handle another one so soon. The touch feels nice, though."

"I'm glad. Well then, there's really only one question that remains."

"And what's that?"

"Well... if our assumptions turn out to actually be true, would you still want to talk to her?"

"Yeah, I would," I said without hesitation.

"And then... what would you say?"

I scrunched up my face, thinking. It's true Jenny lied to me. And, worse, by relying on that lie, it put me in a terrible situation with Gracie and Hale. But I couldn't bring myself to be mad at her.

"I don't know exactly what I'd say," I admitted. "But I'd just want her to know... I understand why she did what she did. And I want her to know it's okay."

"Well then. I think you need to talk to her," Fiona said.

"How?"

"Well I have an idea or two..."

Then, a shadow covered both of us.

"Well you two look awfully comfortable," Diane said from above the rocks. "I'm glad to see the liar and the slut are enjoying my beach."

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Part C: The Queen

Fiona and I both looked up. Diane stood above us, staring down from the stone edge. She had no hat or sunglasses and narrowed her eyes at both of us. I stared over her firm, slim body. Fiona squeezed, pulling me tighter to her.

"Diane!" Fiona said, surprised. "I thought you were going to be with Frank-"

"It's my beach, and I'll go where I want," Diane said, as she sat on the rock's edge. "And I wanted to meet our new friend properly."

She pushed herself forward, splashing in front of me. She dropped under the water for a moment, and I felt her hands grab my legs underneath the water as she pulled herself back up to the surface. As Diane surfaced, her hand slid up my leg, covering my dick and replacing Fiona's hand. Diane's body pressed into mine, and I felt her nipples press, pointy and firm, into my chest. I was squeezed between Diane in front and Fiona behind.

"Wow," Diane said, as her fingers curled around my cock. Her touch was much firmer than Fiona and I winced.

"I'm a bit... sensitive," I complained.

Diane ignored me and turned to Fiona. "You know how to find the big boys, huh?"

"I had no idea he was so well endowed until today," Fiona said.

"A happy accident, then," Diane said, as far fingers explored up and down my dick and balls. "You checked him out? He seems clean?"

"As far as I can tell," Fiona answered. "Perkins, love, are you okay with-"

"I told him the rules. You remember them, don't you, Perkins?" Diane's black eyes pierced me, watching closely.

I gasped, feeling over-sensitive as Diane's hand squeezed my erection underwater, testing. I struggled to speak. "You said something about... being the queen... on your beach..."

"Exactly," Diane said, turning to Fiona. "See? He's well informed."

Fiona scoffed behind me.

"Diane," I began, "Does Frank know you're here, he-"

"-currently has his head buried so deep between Lena's legs we might need to call a gynecologist to get him out," Diane said, chuckling at her own joke. "Don't worry about Frankie. Now hold on tight."

Diane pulled my hands underwater to hold her butt firmly. My hands groped, grabbing the firm flesh as she pressed closer to me. Diane raised her arms, putting them over my shoulders as if we were about to slow dance. Her knees curled around my hips and she pulled into me. My cock was sticking up, wedged between my stomach and the warmth between her legs.

"But Diane, you should talk to Frank before-"

"I don't ask my employees permission for what I want to do. And Frankie is perfectly happy in my employ." Diane said. She clenched, bringing her body hard against mine, and shoving me back into Fiona, who held me from behind.

"Diane-" I gasped. "But Frank-"

"I know you've tried to turn him against me," Diane growled into my ear.

Diane's firm breasts pushed into my chest as I let myself sink into Fiona's softness. For a second I thought I was inside Diane due to the warmth and wetness on my cock, but I realized I was just lodged between the lips of her pussy. She was beginning to grind over the back of my erection. My hands clenched her small butt.

"Diane, I wasn't trying to turn him against you-"

"That's twice you've lied to me on this beach," Diane growled, and her body clenched. I gasped as Diane began rubbing her clit up and down the back of my cock underwater. "And I won't tolerate a third."

Diane's arms curled around my shoulders.

"Diane-"

She pulled herself into me, shoving her shoulder against my mouth. "Now shut up."

Diane's warm pussy grinded against the back of my erection, trapping my cock between her and my stomach. Diane's hips began to move in slow circles, as her clit searched up and down my cock for the perfect spot. Once she found it, she moaned and arched her back, pressing her nipples hard into my chest. I cupped Diane's ass, feeling the firm muscle as she continued to grind.

Fiona spoke from behind my head. "Diane, the boy doesn't know us, give him time-"

"He knows what he's gotten into. He could have left the beach, but he chose to strip naked and join us. Didn't you? Now stop fidgeting."

Diane's arms curled around my neck as she ground up and down. My dick felt like it was straining against itself... after such a recent orgasm it was difficult to stay hard for so long, but Diane's pressing was determined and insistent. Diane's head dug into the crevice between my neck and shoulder and her breath became ragged as she used me. Fiona held me tightly from behind, while Diane shoved me backwards into Fiona with thrust after thrust. I felt myself leaking just a few drops of cum onto Diane's stomach as her grinding forced my dick to react. The pressure pushed my body to something almost resembling an orgasm and I shivered.

Finally, Diane finished and she let out a long sigh as she detached from me. She floated back towards the rocks and placed her hands on the ledge. I moved to sit beside Fiona and catch my breath.

"He told me everything... by the way," Diane said, breathing heavily. "I know you didn't talk about sports. That was the last time you'll try to pry my employees from me. Or there will be consequences."

"But... he's not an employee... employees get paid," I said.

"Oh, he's getting well compensated."

"Then why are you making him contribute to your trip? Why do you need his money?"

Diane turned to me, directing her piercing black stare at me. "I don't need his money. But a boy like him should have to earn the privilege to be with someone like me. He should have to work for it. The work is the point."

Diane pulled herself up over the ledge. I watched her muscles flex and the water fall off her toned body as she pulled her body over the rock ledge. I was impressed that she did it so easily herself. She stood on the edge and turned to me, giving me a view of her fully naked body from the front. I waited in Fiona's arms, wondering if there was anything else I could, or should, say.

Diane tilted her head, squeezing the water from her hair as she stood on the ledge. "Look, Perkins. You have two options. First, you can join my employ and come with us to Thailand, and wherever else we decide to go. I'll even give you a discount, only because I enjoyed the feel of that impressive specimen between your legs. So for you, the cost will be fifty thousand. You'll just have to get tested like Frankie. And we'll be traveling during your school year, so you'll have to take a break from school, like him."

"Fifty-thousand dollars?" I said. "US dollars?"

Diane smirked and nodded.

"Well... thanks for the discount," I said.

Diane continued pressing water out of her hair.

"And what's option two?" I said.

"You stop bothering Frankie, stop talking about me to him, and leave him alone."

"Or option three, I don't listen to you at all," I countered.

Diane narrowed her eyes. She seemed a million feet tall as she stared down at me from the ledge. "You do not want to pursue option three, boy."

She turned and walked back across the beach towards the station with the towels and food.

"She can be a real bitch," Fiona whispered, shaking her head.

"Yeah..." I sighed.

"Are you alright, love?"

"I'm fine," I said, nodding. "Not the first time I've been used as a dildo."

Fiona laughed and rubbed my shoulder. "Is that so?"

I nodded. "I'm fine, I'm just worried about Frank."

Fiona was quiet and I turned around to look at her.

"Diane's some friend you have," I said.

"Yeah..." Fiona rolled her eyes and shrugged. She patted my arm tenderly. "How about we open that bottle of rosé now?

"Yes, fucking please," I said.

* * *

Part D: Instagram Detective

We were laying back on Fiona's towel, on the smooth rock. I uncorked the bottle and poured each of us a generous helping of pale pink wine into our stemless wine glasses.

"I'm surprised you all brought real glass out on a beach," I said.

"Oh, I think they're actually technically not glass, they're... some fancy near-unbreakable plastic thingy," Fiona said, shrugging. "But Diane wouldn't be caught dead drinking wine out of a Dixie cup. I honestly believe she would rather die."

I laughed and we settled down onto the towel. I stared at my glass warily.

"Have you had rosé before?" Fiona asked.

I shook my head. "Actually, I don't think I've ever drank anything pink before. It feels weird to, for some reason."

"Oh, lord! So if you drank something pink it would be what... an assault on your manhood?"

"I'm just saying... if I drank this at a frat party or something, my name would be 'Pink Perkins' for the rest of the night. It might even stick until I graduated."

Fiona rolled her eyes and clinked my glass with hers.

"Cheers," she said, holding up her glass. "Now it's bad luck to refuse to drink after we touch glasses, Pink Perkins."

I grinned and sipped. "Actually quite refreshing."

"See?" Fiona said, winking. "Now... you sure you're alright? About Diane?"

"Yeah, I mean I could have left if I wanted to, I just..." I looked back to where Frank was. In the distance, he was still lodged between Lena's legs, on her towel. Lena had a magazine open and turned the page. "He's just in way over his head. Literally and figuratively."

Fiona frowned and we sat back, basking in the sun and drinking.

I sipped the wine again. "It's growing on me, actually."

Fiona put a hand on my knee. "Why don't you let Frank worry about himself? You shouldn't get involved. Diane's careful: everything she does will be legal. They're both consenting adults."

I turned to her. "Are you saying that because you want what's best for Frank, or because that's what Diane told you to say?"

Fiona sighed and laid back on her hands. I kept stealing glances at her naked body but tried not to stare too directly.

"How about this," she said, finally. "Why don't you deal with your own problem with this Jenny girl, and once that's sorted, you and I can... talk about Frank. Maybe the problem will have even sorted itself out."

"Sorted itself out?" I asked. "How?"

Fiona shrugged. "Maybe he gets tired of her. Or she gets tired of his beetle stories. But why don't you deal with your own problem first?"

I nodded. "Alright. But I don't know how to deal with it. I mean Jenny blocked my number, right?"

"Sure, but... how about another piece of advice?"

"I'm all ears."

"Women like effort, Perkins. Go out of your way. Find a way to get ahold of her. Work for it. Putting in the effort often counts for more than what's swinging between your legs. So think about it. Assume there is a way to get ahold of her. What would it be?"

"Alright..." I scrunched my face, thinking. "Well, let's see. I don't think Jenny's on social media. And if she is, I'm not sure how I'd find her. And Frank didn't have her contact info either. And Hannah blocked him... but I doubt Hannah's bothered to block me. Huh... if I could find a way to contact Hannah, then I might be able to contact Jenny."

"Do you have this Hannah girl's number?"

"No, but... I bet she's on social media."

"Which one?" Fiona asked.

I shrugged. "Probably all of them?"

Fiona tapped her chin, thinking as she drank. "Do you think... she's the kind of girl who might take selfies of herself at the resort, and tag the resort, to get attention from strangers?"

"100% yes," I said.

Fiona smiled wide. "Then what you need is an Instagram detective."

"Okay, do you know any of those?" I asked.

Fiona reached for a plastic bag containing her phone and a few other personal items. She unzipped the bag and winked. "Luckily, love, you came to the right beach. Now, come here."

I sat next to Fiona, and our naked bodies pressed into each other as I looked over her shoulder at her phone. She searched through people tagging the Maluhia hotel, the beach, or surrounding areas.

We cuddled on the towel as Fiona made her way through Instagram, following profiles of people tagging the hotel or surrounding areas. I knew Hannah frequented the boutiques so we tried those, hoping she might tag them if she found something cute to buy there, but no luck. We found two other blonde Hannahs that had tagged the hotel in the last few months, but neither was the right one. I almost passed by one when I put my hand on Fiona's phone to stop her scrolling.

"Wait!" I said. "Her."

"This drunk girl?" Fiona said, laughing. "That's an awful picture. I can't believe she posted it."

"Yeah..." it took me a minute to confirm, because she looked more worn and messy than I was used to seeing, but it was the correct Hannah. "This is the Maluhia pool bar. And it's posted just a few minutes ago! But maybe she took the picture awhile ago and is just posting it now? Maybe she's already gone."

"I don't think so," Fiona said, shaking her head. "This is the kind of picture you delete once you're sober, not one you go back and post. I think she's there right now."

I shared a look with Fiona.

Fiona's phone buzzed and she had a text from Diane.

Diane, to Fiona: Time to head back. Spa's ready.

"Good timing," Fiona said, smiling.

* * *

Part E: Offer for Services

Fiona and I chatted as we made our way back towards the station with our things, and clothes. Fiona had her beach towel wrapped around her like a cloak. Up ahead, Diane and Lena were already getting dressed, and Frank was loading himself up with supplies.

Part of me kept telling me to stop worrying and accept Frank's decision. But I thought about Diane in the water grinding over me... and I felt guilty about what it meant for Frank. I needed to help him; I needed to make it right. I kept imagining a future version of Frank, maybe ten years from now, drinking cheap whiskey at some bar, buried in debt. Wishing he had friends willing to help him at the time, before he began making decisions he couldn't undo.

"Are you alright, love?" Fiona asked quietly. She picked up her white and green dress and pulled it over herself.

I looked over at Fiona, wondering if I could trust her. Probably not, but what other choice did I have?

"If I told Frank what Diane did in the pool... would he leave her?"

Fiona twisted her mouth, thinking.

"Probably not," Fiona whispered. "Frankie probably knew it was a possibility, or he wouldn't have brought you here. The poor boy's been run ragged by Diane and Lena and if I had to guess he needed a break."

"Maybe, or maybe he'll realize Diane doesn't have any loyalty to him," I countered.

"Maybe... but if you tried to use it, Diane would probably just use it to turn him against you. You'd only lose a friend if you brought it up."

"Yes, but it still might save him," I said.

"You really think he needs saving that badly?"

"Don't you?"

Fiona sighed as she turned around and pointed to her back.

"Tie me up?" she asked.

I finished dressing and went to her. I began tying up the strings holding together the back of her summer dress.

"You know," Fiona continued, "Frankie is going to need friends he can count on, whatever happens with him and Diane. I don't think he'll benefit if you burn that bridge. It doesn't seem like he has a lot of friends."

I frowned and thought as I tied her dress. Up ahead, the others were already picking their way up the forest path towards the road. Through the trees I could clearly see two identical black vans parked up ahead, at the spot the taxi let us off. From here it didn't seem like a very far walk.

"Okay, ready to go?" Fiona said.

I looked around, at the little station, the food, the cooler of drinks, the table... everything was still here. Except the stuff Frank was carrying up ahead.

"We're just leaving everything?" I said.

"That's why there's two cars," Fiona said, pointing up to the road. "One for us, and one for Diane's little henchmen to take apart the station here, after we leave."

"She really has it all figured out," I mumbled.

"Indeed she does," Fiona agreed.

We began walking the last stretch of sand, towards the forest path. I wondered what it might take for her to help Frank. Fiona seemed to genuinely care something for him, but not enough to cross Diane. Before we were in earshot of the others, I took her wrist.

She turned to me. "I thought you were itching to get back?"

"I am but... at the rate Frank's going, he's about two months from Diane dumping him at a hospital in Singapore for exhaustion and leaving him there. And you know it. And he'll spend decades, or maybe the rest of his life, digging himself out from the debt he's about to get into."

Fiona sighed and looked up at the blue sky.

"Am I wrong?" I said.

"Yes," she said softly.

I crossed my arms. "Alright, about what, exactly? Are you telling me they're going to get married, and have babies? Lena's going to be the nurse, I suppose?"

Fiona shook her head. "Bangkok, Macao, or maybe Da Nang."

"What are you talking about?"

Fiona turned to me. "Diane finds Singapore boring. She wouldn't bother going back there. Now can we go?"

I followed Fiona, stewing.

"I was hoping you could help," I grumbled.

"Did I not help you?" Fiona asked, whirling on me. "I found you on that bench this morning, burning up in the sun like a slice of burnt toast. Now you have a purpose and a plan, don't you? You're about to go back to that hotel, find this drunk foolish girl, and get your life back on track! You don't call that help?"

"Yes, you helped me a lot, I admit, but-"

"But what?" Fiona crossed her arms.

"Yes you helped me, it's Frank who needs you-"

"Oh he does, does he? Well Frankie's getting exactly what he wants. He wants to be surrounded by beautiful ladies and he's getting it. Who are you to say what that should be worth to him? After all, you didn't exactly shove Diane off you when she dry humped that cock of yours, did you? You could have at any time, but you didn't. So who are you to say what Frank should do?"

I sighed, and heard the edge in her voice, the only time I had heard her like that. Fiona might be the only person who could drive a wedge between Frank and Diane, and the last thing I needed was to piss her off. And here I was, doing just that.

"Fiona, what do you want?" I asked finally.

Fiona blinked. "What?"

"Like, from all this," I said, gesturing around. "I kind of get what Diane gets out of it... She gets a boy to worship her, and pay for the privilege as well. Lena seems to be happy enough to take her piece of the pie. But what do you want?"

"Honey, I'm just on vacation," Fiona said, shrugging. "I'm just trying to enjoy myself."

"That's all you want?" I asked.

Fiona sighed. "You must understand... whatever I want in my heart of hearts, it hardly matters. I'm traveling in Diane's shadow, so here I live by her rules, too. Look, I care for Frankie, I do. It hurts a little to see how she uses him. But my hands are tied."

I nodded. So she was sympathetic, at least.

"Okay... if you could have whatever your 'heart of heart' wants, what would it be?"

Fiona smirked. "Oh come on, why even ask? We don't live in fantasy land."

I shrugged. "But if we did? Indulge me."

Fiona pursed her lips and glanced up to the waiting vans. Up ahead Lena waved at us, beckoning us to come up to the cars. We couldn't delay much longer.

"Alright, you want to go to my fantasy land? Fine. Well first off, I'd have enough money of my own that I could afford to tell Diane to eat her own stupid bloody hat. Then, I suppose I'd get a nice long massage at the spa and take a dip in the pool. And then, well..." she eyed me sideways. "I suppose you'd come by my room after I'm nice and relaxed, and you'd run me ragged until I forgot my own name. And then, maybe we'd go out for dinner. I'd probably order the salmon. And Frankie would be welcome to join us."

I snickered. "To join for the dinner or the fucking?"

Fiona winked. "Whichever way you two boys would like it."

"Well... he'd probably get the pork, I'd imagine," I said.

"Probably," Fiona said, and put her hand in my arm. "Well that's enough for fantasy land. Shall we?"

"One second," I said, holding out my hand. "Give me your phone."

She looked at me curiously. "Why?"

But I held out my hand, determined, and she cautiously unlocked her phone and handed it to me.

"Going to send me naughty messages?" Fiona smirked.

I grinned and put in my contact info and handed it back to her.

"If you ever find the courage to tell Diane to eat her hat, feel free to call me," I said. "But I don't think we've got much time before Frank does something stupid."

"Diane's not an easy woman to cross, Mister Perkins," Fiona warned, her voice getting low.

"I know," I said. "Just... in case you're feeling courageous. I'll do my best to make the effort worth it."

Fiona tapped her phone to her chin and her tongue swirled around her mouth as she thought. "You must have a pretty big opinion on the quality of your own penis, huh?"

I shrugged. "My number's in your phone. So it's up to you."

Fiona was lost in thought as she put her phone back in her purse. She took my arm and we resumed going up the forest path to the cars. Just before we were in earshot of the others, she went up on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear.

"Well as it turns out, you do actually have a rather fantastic cock, you arrogant son of a bitch."