Blended TML Ch 41

Piper makes up her mind. The situation is by no means simple, but her curiosity tends to trump everything else. Sometimes that’s costly, but it’s better to learn a lesson than to lie awake regretting a missed opportunity. Whatever happens, she has to nail this. She has to slay it. There’s no room for error if she’s going to get her answers, have fun doing it, and pull it all off without leaving a trace.

She smiles. A challenge. Her problems can all go on hold; this will require her full attention.

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For the record, the challenge won’t be getting laid. That’ll be easy because Tiffany is down bad—that much was obvious in the grocery store. But there must be more to it. Why isn’t Tiffany getting a double blowjob from Katya and Brise right now? Or has Piper misread something? Doesn’t matter. She can get those answers. What if Tiffany already got it on with those two and still isn’t satisfied? Is she really that much of a stud? If so, Piper wants to see for herself.

Interestingly, Tiffany does not invite Piper to meet her at her own resort. She suggests a nearby bar, not even an especially upscale one—it’s a cheap knockoff of a Jimmy Buffet lakeside joint, which is charming in its own way with its beachy decorations and twangy surf rock.

The best Piper could do was sneak out of the cabin without waking Mary; putting herself together nicely was not an option. All she can manage is being clean and wearing deodorant. Her shorts and UFG tank top are perfectly utilitarian. Her hair is hopefully sexily wild, not just wild. She doesn’t wear it loose lightly, and because it’s so late that only truly uncivilized people will be out, she has gone nuclear and foregone her bra. This is a first for her, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Tiffany.

Tiffany doesn’t have to pick her jaw up off the floor when Piper approaches her at the bar, but she does get a deer-in-the-headlights look. Is she as breast-obsessed as Riley? Maybe Piper will find out.

Tiffany has changed her clothes: now it’s cute tan capris and a loose blue linen button-down shirt. It’s a look curated to project strength, confidence, and means. It also makes no secret of how she’s presenting herself in this situation, very different from the grocery store and the resort.

“It’s past my bedtime,” Piper greets her.

“I’m glad you came out. I was worried that I was too late. What are you drinking?”

“Vodka soda?”

Tiffany beckons a server over and makes the order. “How are you liking the lake?”

“It’s fine. Do you like it here?”

“Sometimes it gets to me. Like it feels like it’s the poor man’s beach. But I like that you can get to know people here. The seasonal crowd and the locals are separate, and it works. If I went into business on the coast, it wouldn’t be like this.”

“Do you have a family?”

“A daughter at Princeton. An ex that I pay a lot of alimony to.”

“Fancy.”

“What about you? Tell me about you,” Tiffany says as Piper’s drink arrives.

Piper doesn’t answer right away. Tiffany’s giving her unbridled eye contact. Her intentions are obvious, yet she also seems earnest. Piper needs to analyze that, but she also needs to reply.

She takes a sip. “What would you say if I told you I was here with my sugar momma?”

[ Blended is back and will run Mon-Thurs; Adella will run when Blended is on a break. ]