BUSINESS TRIP

PART 10

SO THEY ALMOST ran from the car into the lobby, up the elevator, into Ann’s room where they stripped off their clothes again. “Here’s a f*****g rubber. Where the f**k were we?” Ann pushed Katie down onto the bed. “Okay.”

“This is stupid. You can’t just do a f*****g restart.” Katie was ready to push Ann’s head away, to put her clothes back on and get to the restaurant. But at the first brush of the tongue she was coming. And there was Brad, f*****g Ann, f*****g her up the ass. Right in front of Katie, who sat up to get a better view. She’d seen that in movies, but never like this, up close, so close she could smell it. The dayglo rubber disappearing between Ann’s cheeks, then coming back out with little streaks on it. Gross, it was gross, but she couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“Come on! Come on!” Ann had stopped licking Katie. She was too busy gasping, pulling her cheeks apart, thrusting back to get him in even deeper. “Okay, that’s better.” Ann stood up. “Oh, were you through?”

“Not quite.” Brad was pulling Katie down on the bed, turning her over.

“Wait! Wait! I don’t do that!” But Brad was licking her, not where Ann had licked, where she was used to being licked, but further back. Licking her, then teasing her open, tongue flicking at either side, prying open the ring of muscle, worming through it. It felt really, really strange. Really, really good. Then the tongue was gone and something even bigger, harder, smoother had replaced it and she was doing it. The thing she had never done, was never going to do. Doing it really hard. For less than a minute.

Then Brad was off to his own room to change his clothes. Ann had already pulled on some jeans shorts and a tee shirt. No skirt if she was going to be jumping around. Not that she had too much jump left in her.

Brad returned and they dashed back to the car. “Hope that didn’t take too long.”

“Ten minutes.” Katie looked at her watch and burst out crying.

“I thought you wanted to get in and out fast.”

“Yeah girl, be careful what you wish for.”

“I don’t believe you two. You are both out of your f*****g minds.”

“We’re on a trip.” Ann started to sing. “A little business strip. Where you’ve got to strip. And let your hang-ups slip.”

“Jesus. This is before the beer? God help me.” Katie ran away from the car when they got to the restaurant. Harry was waiting at the doorway.

“You’ve got to save me!” She flung herself into his arms.

“Save you? From what? From who?”

“From whom. From them.” She gestured at Ann and Brad, who were sauntering towards them arm in arm. “They’ve gone crazy. You wouldn’t believe what they did to me at the lake.”

“You got it out of your system?”

“Almost.” That provoked a frown. “Don’t worry.” She gave him a little kiss. The four of them went through the door.

“Inside or outside?” That was from the hostess.

“Outside.”

She led them to a table. “Volleyball? Two on two or four on four? Four on four means you play a different table. Two on two you just play each other.”

“Four on four,” Harry said.

“Before or after dinner?”

“After.”

“How much do you want to put on it? Minimum is twenty.”

“Twenty then.” He saw the blank look on Brad and Ann’s faces. “It’s a bet. We get double back if we beat the other table.”

“What other table?”

“We’ll find out when the time comes.”

The waiter came with a pitcher beer and four glasses. “What would you like?”

“Some of the kangaroo wings to start. And I’ll have the rib eye.”

“The house salad,” Ann offered.

“Same for me.”

“And you sir?” The sir provoked a snicker from Ann.

“I’ll have the chicken fried steak.”

“Mashed and country gravy?”

“Sure.”

“You don’t have to watch your cholesterol? Sir?” Harry could not resist that dig.

“Nope.”

“Lucky you. What’s your secret? All the swimming?”

“All the sex.” That made Ann and Katie sputter on their beer. “Really, nothing is better for your heart.”

“So you only do it for your health?”

“And all the endorphins. Nothing cleans out your system like a good orgasm.”

Ann decided it was time to change the topic. She had been looking at the volleyball courts. People jumping, people diving. Young people, really young. College kids. “We should have gone for the two on two. We’re going to get killed. Ever play volleyball, Brad?”

“When I was growing up. At the pool. In Phys Ed too, but that was really wimpy. Used to play soccer volleyball in college. At practice.”

“Soccer volleyball?”

“Yeah, you can’t use your hands. Good for ball control. Not that you use that stuff much in a game.”

“Brad was a soccer player.”

“What about Phys Ed in college?”

“Never took it. Always on teams. Wow these are hot.” Brad broke off his attack on one of the wings to douse the fire with more beer. “Soccer and track.”

“Not swimming?”

“Nope, never did any competitive swimming. Not even the swim team at the pool. Not very fast.”

“Not fast?” Ann was rolling her eyes.

“Maybe I’m faster now. I wasn’t very fast running in those days either. Not until late in high school. And then the track coach was saying swimming was bad, that it builds up the opposing muscles.”

“What about you Ann? Ever play much volleyball?”

“I was a lifeguard. On slow days we would play to keep from going stir crazy. Still play some at the beach.”

“At Sandy Hook?”

“Yep. What’s so funny?”

“Katie and I come here a lot. We’ll be okay.”

“Yeah, right.”

“You guys are up next.”

“We’ll come back for dessert.” In five minutes.

“Just our luck,” Harry grumbled. “Next time ’round it would be another fresh team.” If you won, you got to play again. And once more after that. The team they were facing had just won its second game. Bunch of kids. Tall, skinny kids, except for one of the girls. Kids barely old enough to be drinking the beer.

“Hal.” “Jim.” “Allie.” “Carla.” Proffered sweaty hands.

“Brad.”

“Pleased to meet you, sir.” That from Carla, provoking a wince. Old enough to be her father. That’s how she was looking at him.

“You’re students?”

“Yep. The guys here are juniors. Allie and I are sophomores.”

“Oh.” Too young for the beer, now that the age had been raised back up. Not like his college days. What would it be like on a date if you couldn’t get a drink with dinner? There weren’t too many pitchers of soda or iced tea on the tables. Maybe in this college town no one really cared.

“Want to warm up a bit?” That from one of the boys. So they passed the ball back and forth across the net for a couple of minutes. A whistle blew. The ref was up in her perch. It was time to start.

As defending champions, the kids got to serve first. One of the boys went back behind the end line, ran up a couple steps and jumped, sending the ball screaming over the net and into the sand inches inside the back line on the other side. The next time he tried that, Brad jumped up to block the ball and sent it just over the net. It caught the kids by surprise. They were standing there dumbfounded as the ref called a side out.

“We rotate,” Ann whispered to Brad. “You get to serve now.”

Brad took a step back from the back line, stepped forward, and jumped as if he was going to shoot a basketball. There was a gasp as he seemed to just float there, thinking the next part was more like a tennis serve. Not something he had done for a while. Stretch up as high as he could, get over the ball, aim it – where? That back corner. The ball hit the sand about where it was supposed to, provoking a cheer. He started to move to rotate.

“No.” Katie stopped him. “You keep serving until they get a point. Well, not a point, till they get the serve back.”

Jim had shifted over closer to the hole the ball had left in the sand. Okay, try down the middle then. That one didn’t get stuffed at the net, but Carla dove and got it just before it hit the sand. Jim managed to knock the ball higher in the air, and Hal jumped up to deliver a crushing spike. Which was blocked almost casually by Harry.

“Told you they were ringers,” Hal grumbled.

Where to now? Other corner? Too predictable. Jim came jumping over that way and blocked the shot at the net. But Katie managed to dig it out somehow, knocking it high enough that Brad could come running up to put it away.

“You’re over thinking,” Harry said. “Just blast the damn thing and get it over with.”

“I knew you would say that,” Katie quipped.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The fact that the other six within earshot were all trying to keep a straight face wasn’t helping.

Just blast it but where? Jim was up at the net, waving his arms, licking his chops. Straight at his face, then, and he flinched, letting the ball whistle by. Out of bounds. s**t.

“Four one.” That’s what the ref said. Not side out. What? Had Jim tipped it? Maybe. Oh well, no video replay. Try that back corner then. The ball landed cleanly in the sand.

“Halfway there buddy. Keep it up.”

“You have to rotate.” That from the ref. “House rules. No more than five points without rotating.”

“What?” Katie protested. “What the f**k. You’re just making it up.”

“Look.” The ref handed her one of the cards that had been at their table. “Right here.”

“Oh okay. Sorry.”

“That’s okay. Ma'am.” How old was Katie? All of twenty seven?

Ann was giggling. “Ooh, she really knows how to stick in the knife.”

“f*****g kids. I guess we’re kids as far as Brad’s concerned. What does that make them? For him?”

Ann took the ball, tried to bounce it on the sand, which of course didn’t work at all. When they played volleyball at Sandy Hook it was not nearly this intense. More of an excuse for the ladies to jiggle their boobs. Not that Ann jiggled all that much. She wasn’t used to doing this in clothes. Especially the f*****g shorts. She was almost wishing she had worn a skirt after all. Okay, if she tried one of those fancy jump serves the ball was going to wind up in the net and what was the point of that? Might as well just put the ball in play and hope for the best.

“Shit.” That was from Harry as she sent the ball high and soft toward the back of the other side. There was Allie, pushing it up with a perfect setup, and Jim, jumping up to slam down a spike, right at the net. And Brad, rising up to block it, the ball slamming into his arms, Jim’s hand still on it. It was Brad’s huge arms, his big shoulders, that prevailed. A man against a boy.

Ann decided she might as well try the same thing again. Once again Allie gave Jim a perfect setup. Once again Brad rose up to block the spike. But this time Jim let the ball drop a bit more and bounced it out of bounds off of one of those broad shoulders.

“Side out.”

That brought up Allie, who jumped, not very high, and served a flat ball that Brad repelled.

“Side out. Y’all don’t rotate on this one.”

So Ann sent up another soft serve which just kept going and landed out of bounds.

“Side out.”

That brought up Jim, who was still pissed at the way Brad had blocked him. This was the chance for revenge. Screamer after screamer, until he had to rotate out.

“Six all.”

Time for Carla, who contented herself with a soft serve. Katie set it up, Brad went up for the spike, Jim for the block. And Brad put it softly into the sand.

“Touché,” Jim said. “Nicely done. Y’all sure can play.”

“Yep,” Harry said. “We’re the over the hill gang.”

Time for Harry to close it out. He rose up heroically. And slammed the ball into the net.

“Side out.”

This was trouble. Hal had five serves, and only needed four to win.

“Crowd the net,” Harry said. “We’ll try to cut it off.”

That didn’t work the first time. Or the second. But the third time was a charm. Okay, this was it. Harry was having an intense whispered discussion with his girlfriend. What could they be talking about? Whatever it was had Katie really pissed. She bounced the ball in the sand so hard it actually bounced back up. Then she jumped, and delivered a perfect ace into the near corner.

“Three more of those,” Harry said.

“You go girl.” That was from Ann. By now most of the tables were watching the twists and turns of the match. Another ace, and it was a tie. The next one didn’t quite clear the net.

“f**k it!”

Allie’s turn. Once again she floated the serve. Harry went up for the spike. Into the sand. On his side of the net.

“Game point.”

Allie served again. This time it sailed over the back line.

Brad’s turn. He put his first serve into the back corner.

“Tie game. Have to win by two.”

The next serve landed the same place.

“One up for the over the hill gang. Game point.”

Okay. What was he going to do now? Surely not three times in a row? Jim went over to cover that corner, leaving the middle open. But at the last minute he shifted back. And the ball plopped into the sand the same place.

“That’s game. You guys going to defend?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay, next two up.”

“Great game guys.” That was Jim, coming over to shake hands. “Say, are you old guys up for a swim? Cool off a little?”

“A swim?”

“River’s right out there. We swimming?”

“We need to pay up first.”

“Oh don’t worry. Happens all the time. Part of the evening, you know. You can pay up when you get back.”

So instead of going back to the tables they went the other way, out a gate, onto a little terrace. A terrace filled with naked people. Some doing things other than swimming. Jim and crew found an empty spot and started to take off their clothes. An awkward moment, as the over the hill crowd was trying to decide if they should find a place of their own. But Allie was gesturing to them. “Plenty of room.” She was almost pudgy, with really big breasts. Carla was a string bean, fairly tall. Naked she looked like she was about twelve. The two boys were both scrawny looking, but with pricks and balls that seemed outsize for the rest of them. The four of them went into the river. They were treading water, looking back, watching as the over the hill ones revealed themselves. “Oh, you two ladies are knockouts.” That from Jim when they joined him in the water. “Want to do a swap?”

“A swap?”

“It’s sort of a tradition, after a really good game like that.” That was from Allie.

“Really?” Harry said. “I come here all the time and I never heard of it.” Of course, he’d never realized there was this little swim area.

“Oh well, maybe just for the college age kids. Sorry. I guess y’all are too old for that sort of thing.”

“Bullshit.” That was from Katie. “How’s it work?”

“The girls get to decide who they’re going with. We’ve decided, right Carla?”

“Yep.”

That was why they had been paying such close attention.

“What about you two ladies?”

“Jim,” Katie said.

“Fine, whatever.” No one had bothered to ask Ann if she was at all interested in getting f****d by some scrawny college kid. Which she was not. But what the f**k was she supposed to do?

“Stay down here? On the boulders.”

“I need to get a rubber.” Brad scrambled back up to the terrace and found his wallet. Be prepared. He had packed a couple there for the hell of it, never thinking he would actually use them.

“What’s with him?” Carla whispered.

“Married. His wife made him promise.”

“Oh. She like gave him permission as long as he used a rubber?”

“Seems like.”

“Cool.” She climbed up to the terrace to join him. “Figured I’d save you the trip back down.”

“Hi.” It had been a long time he had tried to f**k a perfect stranger. No, he never had. Even Mandy. That had been at the end of a long evening at least.

“Hi. Look at you.” She was feeling his arms, his shoulders. “So hard. I’ve done it with older guys before but they were all sort of soft. I guess you’re really experienced. How many times have you had s*x?”

“Thousands of time.”

“And how many women?”

“Not that many.”

“Oh.” She lay down beside him. “Take me someplace I’ve never been before.”

“Only if you’ll let me.” The breast thing. He was going to try that first. For one thing, it would give him a little time to get going. He started to kiss those big soft breasts. The biggest he had encountered for a while. His high school girl friend had had breasts like that, although he really hadn’t seen them until they were both in college.

“Oh. That feels really strange.” He hand was sliding down her spine. “Oh, oh.” She was starting to come even before it reached its destination. When it did, the ring of muscle was already twitching. He ran a finger around it, then within.

“Oh. Wow.”

“There’s more.” He turned her over on the other side, facing away from him, and started kissing down her back, his top hand working on a n****e.

“Oh my God.” That as the kisses reached her tailbone. “You’re not going to ...” She started to heave again as his tongue followed the route of his finger. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”