Foregoing Finale

With the unusual insulation of his wrapped legs and pounding heart from his torrid dreams, Paul woke up from the heat before his alarm. Silently sliding out from under the covers, he looked across the bed to see his wife finally having the opportunity to sleep in for the first time this week. The peaceful smile on her face lifted his spirit, but he had to get cooled off. Seeing his black kilt laying nearby, he traded out his sweats for something with more airflow.

Paul contemplated making her some fresh breakfast, but noticing the time, she could get another couple of hours left & he didn’t want to wake her early. Since he didn’t really advertise bring closed for his clients, he figured he’d check for viral issues and do some monthly close out.

Walking into his office, he could still see the stab marks in the floor and the missing looking glass was noticeable; he had to shake the unsettling memories, but took some odd comfort in seeing the knife on the shelf.

He closed the books in record time but only because he had billed less hours than ever before. He cursed himself for getting so distracted but vowed to make up for next month; with a vengeance.

“Vengeance,” Paul chuckled to himself. Hell, vengeance was hardly what he did to Bill’s rubber toy; seething he contemplated real vengeance on Bill. “Keep it together; the ass hole’s not worth it,” he chided himself. He had to ‘control himself before he controlled anyone else,’ rang the words of an old mentor in his ears.

Checking his notifications on his phone before going to start breakfast, he noticed his Vyki account still had an unread flag. Telling himself to ignore it was just ignored as he pulled up the app. Seeing that is was from Bill and he was offline, his better part reminded him he should just ignore it. Telling it would just be some groveling, evasion, or gaslighting, he prepared himself for the worst… only to find just the message from yesterday; still nothing more. “Fucking coward,” he muttered to himself.

However, he couldn’t get the nagging comment about the box out of his head. If it was meant to be a gift, maybe it’s at least worth something to a pawn shop. Stepping into the spare bedroom, he just stood staring at the locked cabinet thinking of everything hidden within. Reminding him just a cloth and trinkets; nothing could harm him.

Using the key, he opened the cabinet. Pushing the lingerie and things out of the way, Paul retrieves the shipping box. He pulled out the last remaining container. Placing the container on the bed, he examined the elaborate fox head design on the top impressed by the intricacy.

However, when he opened the container, he was shocked by what he saw. There was a folded piece of paper he moved out of the way, but it uncovered what he didn’t expect. At the same time, it fit perfectly even if he didn’t want to admit it.

Staring back at him was a shiny silver tag with a prefect scrolled ‘Vyki’ in the center of it. Flanked on either side of the name were two tiny green emeralds. Picking it up, he found the same intricate fox head between the two gems. This was clearly to go on a collar. Unnerving as the tag was, it’s companion was even more disturbing.

Lying next to the tag was a very ornately packaged basic bulging steel plug with an emerald, green gem showing out of the base. Picking it up, he could feel the cool metal in his hand. The density was greater than the training aids or plugs’ heads used, but the girth & slope was easily less than the mushroom.

He felt he should be more shocked by holding it, but it almost felt comforting, yet it accentuated an emptiness in him. Part of him wanted to shove it down Bill’s throat but part of him wanted to coat in his ass first.

Looking it over in his hand, Paul was a little surprised at how the term “pretty” came to mind when thinking about something intended for someone’s ass.

Bastard or not, Bill still recognized Paul’s effort and commitment to finishing this. Perverted or not, Paul had earned it; over months of work, stressing, pushing, and just damn effort HE had done it. Not Bill, not Molly, or his team; HE had.

And why shouldn’t he at least get to enjoy his trophy a little? It was his body and it was just a natural part of the anatomy to enjoy the stimulation. Heck, if it's not too uncomfortable, maybe he could use it if he finds he's not able to keep his stride right.

‘Might as well test it before Molly gets up,’ he thought as he grabbed the oil and a condom

Holding his kilt up in back, he was surprised to see just how much the gem sparkled looking out from between his cheeks. Hell, if he saw something like this and Molly’s cheeks were that plump & round, he’d be all over tapping dat ass. He even chuckled a little watching his firm cheeks bounce just a little as he shifted his hips side to side.

“Hey, Sir, where are you?” Molly shouted out walking out from their bedroom.

Hearing her shout out broke him out of his self-reflection and he looked at everything strewn around the bed and the wide-open cabinet. “Hey, babe, be right there,” he shouted in a near panic as he quickly gathered and things into the cabinet. He went to reach behind & grab the jeweled plug but was having problems relaxing enough to remove it. As he heard her bare feet padding in the hall, he saw the gift box and tag still on the bed. Abandoning the plug’s removal, he grabbed the gift box, tossed it in the cabinet closing the doors just as Molly’s gloriously nude form sauntered in. “Wow, great outfit, babe!” Paul earnestly said, trying to appear nonchalant.

“oh, this ol’ thing,” she retorted in her usual banter.

“It ain’t that old,” Paul quipped with his normal response, but surprised her as he wrapped her naked form in a large embrace as he gave her a deep kiss.

Panting from the kiss as their lips gradually separated, she continued, “you know a man in a kilt was always a weakness of mine.”

“True, but it is a great tease when I know you’re not going to get anything,” he teased as he reached between her thighs and cupped her outer lips feeling the natural wetness dripping in the area.

Moaning and groaning she playful hit his chest, “soooo not fair, Sir!”

Chuckling, he relents and backs up, “regardless glad to see you’re up. We can get started soon if you want. How about I fix some crepes?”

“Sounds great!” she excitedly responded before her face turned to a cringe, “but that leads back to the reason I was looking for you. Why where you in here?”

“Oh... uhm...” Paul muttered backing up trying to think on his feet, “I figured we might end up with unexpected guests that need to stay over for the party so was just making sure it was fresh for them.”

“Oh! Great, that makes this easier!”

“Makes what easier?”

“Well, Katie has a lot of appointments to take care of on Saturday and since we’re closer to her clients & she’s helping with our costumes, I told her she could sleep over so she could get an early start.”

“K, sounds good.”

“Ya, and when I mentioned I was going to take today off so we could decorate, she offered to come over earlier with her stuff and help out.”

“Awesome! Can use the help; she has a great eye for style and décor,” Paul replied happy for the help.

“Ya, I thought so, too,” Molly said a little exasperated and didn’t quite go on.

“Buuuut....?”

“Well,” Molly said cringing a bit, “I didn’t expect to sleep so late and figured we’d be up a few hours ago & spend some time around the house and have her come over later.”

“Okay, well, let me just take care of something and then I’ll get our crepes together, and we can get ready for her,” Paul suggested so he could get some time to get rid of the stupid plug.

Molly cringed even more to his response.

“What?”

“She’ll be over a bit sooner than that,” Molly said fidgeting.

“How much sooner?” Paul asked only to be answered by the doorbell as he looked at his naked wife sprinting out the door.

“Likenow, I gottatakeashowerandgetdressed,” Molly rambled as she ran to their bedroom and shouted, “let her in and help with her stuff, please!!”

Hearing the doorbell ring again, Paul tensed up even more and knew he needed to get Katie in, and then he could excuse himself.

Opening the door, he found Katie with a pile of luggage and a rack’s worth of garment bags. “Took you long enough,” Katie grumbled shoving the garment bags at him. Grabbing the rolling luggage, she plowed in past him. “Please be careful with those; they’re not just yours. I didn’t want to leave my other clients’ stuff in the car overnight,” Katie continued as she rounded the corner towards the spare room.

Following after her with arms full of clothes, Paul called out, “how many clients do you have?”

“Including you two? 8. Most are couples, but some have some elaborate setups. Just hang those up in the closet.”

Paul was glad all the training gear was out of this area and locked away from her prying eyes padding the key in his pocket after he hung up the garment bags.

“Hey, Molly mentioned you might be making lunch. I don’t suppose you have some I could get? I’ve been starving!”

“Actually, I was about to make crepes....”

“Oh god!! That sounds amazing!” Katie interrupted as she started arranging her bags, “thank you so much!!”

Paul was trying to reel in reality how a quiet day of decorating with his wife has turned into a whirlwind in the past few minutes.

Seeing Paul standing there, Katie assumed he was hanging around to help, “oh, I got this. You can go to the kitchen and get going. That’d be awesome!”

Realizing this was his escape and the calming thought of zenful cooking sounded appealing. Heading to the kitchen to organize his thoughts, he got all the ingredients together and quickly lost himself in practicing his culinary hobby.

Plating up the dishes was only briefly interrupted as his wife came bounding in a basic looking summer dress and gave him a big hug, “mmmmmm those look amazing!!”

“They smell amazing too,” Katie says as she comes in from the other direction.

“Thank you, ladies, hope they turned out well,” Paul replied.

“I’m sure they did, babe,” Molly said grabbing a couple of plates, “would you grab some drinks? We can have like an adult lunch or something at the table.”

Grabbing a plate and glass, Katie continued, “wow! Discussion with in-person humans and not in front of computer screen?!? The novelty of it all!”

Placing the glasses on the table, Paul sat down next to his wife and was suddenly reminded of why he was trying to excuse himself earlier.

“So, you really think you’re ready for this, Paulie,” Katie asked as she took a bit of crepe.

“I’m sorry, what?” Paul was still trying to figure out why sitting was a comforting experience and not disturbing to him.

“That’s a rather abrupt start,” Molly interjected.

“Well, if I’m going to be spending this much time on him tomorrow, I need to make sure I’m not wasting it when I could spend more time on paying clients.”

Molly didn’t really argue the point and just shrugged.

Paul didn’t really seem to be volunteering so Katie pushed the point, “are you going to be ready to be the hostess scamp tomorrow or are you just going to clop around and gripe all night?”

“You just focus on the look, I’ll bring the performance,” he remembered from a diva in his high school theater class, which got both girls giggling enough to deflect the conversation elsewhere that Molly quickly picked up on moving to other topics.

“Since you brought it up, what are some of the things your clients are doing this year?” Molly quickly prompted to get Katie talking about herself.

“Oh, well, since they’re not at your party anyway, I have some real doozies this year,” Katie excitedly started as she proceeded to go into details about some of their amazing outfits.

The conversation continued for hours more as lunch quickly diverted into cleaning up and rearranging furniture before starting with some basic decorations as Katie started describing her overall design idea. Paul wasn’t sure how they were going to get to her final vision with what they had but was happy to just not have to hem and haw about figuring which way would be the right height to put the cobwebs; he was willing to trust Katie’s design talents and defer to her for the layout of all this.

As he finished getting the chairs pushed out where Katie had directed, the doorbell rang again while Molly was stabilizing the ladder Katie was dangling on to mount the LEDs. “Hun, would you get that? It should be the catering,” Molly shouted out to Paul by the front door.

“Oh, sure.”

“Excellent,” Katie exclaimed, “she should have the rest of the decorations too!”

Paul opened the door to find Julie holding a cart of trays that appeared to have dozens of finger sandwiches and various candy & creepy-looking themed snacks. “Oh, hey, Sir,” Julie said with genuine surprise to see her ex answering the door. Part of her had hoped to find him in disarray or really letting himself go during the pandemic. Seeing him fit and glowing from the basic exercise of rearranging furniture caused feelings she cursed her body for having.

“Thanks so much for doing this for us, Julie,” Paul said as he picked up the cart and pulled it in. “And like I’ve said, you can call me ‘Paul’ now if you want.”

That prompt was almost a stab to her heart reminding her how he seemed to be so out of touch with emotions that he came across cold and uncaring. She knew he didn’t really mean it, but she just couldn’t continue in that relationship, even if he could push all of her physical buttons. “Thanks. I know. Still habit and training to some extent. But I’ll try.... Paul.”

“You got it,” Paul replied, “good girl.” They both cringed at that. “Guess we both have to watch our habits.”

“Ya,” Julie agreed as she couldn’t help but watch him push the cart admiring his exposed tan & toned calves. He even seemed to be more cut than she remembered with the kilt pulling in his waist. “Fuck,” she muttered to herself about doing this after such a dry spell and could feel her lips swelling.

Transferring the trays to the cleared-out fridge, Paul was glad he made room for this all, “this looks great, Julie, but will we really need it all?”

“That’s what the party organizer asked for,” Julie responded, “speaking of which, Katie, do you want to come help me with the outside stuff?”

Molly actually wanted to have some say in how the neighbors saw things and she jumped in, “actually, why don’t I come help with that. Babe, would you help Katie with the electronics and stuff? Its more your forte anyway.”

Putting the last tray in, Paul shot over to grab the ladder, “sure, sounds like a plan.”

Julie was afraid there might be awkward conversations with her ex-metamour, but figured they could keep it professional and just not talk about the past, “sure! Could enjoy the assistance and input?”

Seeing the two ladies exit together, Paul began questioning the wisdom of that situation when Katie interrupted his thoughts, “hand me that next black light strand, apprentice.”

“Har har,” Paul said handing her the next cord.

“Well, not like I can call you a journeyman yet,” Paul just rolled his eyes as he put his foot on the bottom rung to hold the ladder steady.

Several hours later, the exhausted foursome sat around a transformed living room enjoying an evening wine as well as snacking on the extra tray Molly had ordered in anticipation for this prep work, “thank you again for this order, Molly,” Julie spoke up. “This isolation has been **** on the catering business and the overhead of the smaller orders is just hard to make ends meet.”

“If this tray is any indication, you were WELL worth it, as I expected,” Molly said popping another bite in her mouth.

“Ya, it really is! Do you share recipes or thought about doing some YouTube vids showing it off?” Katie suggested.

Sitting there watching the 3 ladies banter, Paul found himself reverting back to his usual silent observer roll he was so comfortable with. Halfway through helping Katie, he had realized the plug was actually comfortable to him and he discarded removing it until later, but later still hadn’t come. Looking at the others in the room, he wondered if Molly & Julie had worn plugs for extended periods too as part of their training with Bill. They never really talked about it, but it did make him wonder.

Of course, going down that thought process, it suddenly occurred to him, Katie was the only one who hadn’t done training with Bill, and she was the only one in pants with her stylish ripped jeans. Taking a moment to examine them in more detail, it occurred to him that Julie almost always wore those black opal earrings like she had on now. And they stood in stark contrast to Molly’s favorite ruby earrings she wore. Heck, Julie’s choker had the matching opal. Had he never noticed before? Were those their signature gems from completing Bill’s training? Opal? Ruby? Emerald?!? Was that what they wore as a subtle indicator of their success? It's not that unheard of. Hell, it was the epitome of success for big, manly football players at the top of their field to wear large, garish jewelry to show off their achievements. Is it really so bad for them to be proud of their success?

Going even further down that path, he realized the three of them were also the only ones in skirts. He could make the excuse it was a style of a kilt, but looking around & focusing on the details, he had to admit this was a feminine style of kilt. Heck, it was shorter than Molly’s dress and flirtier than Julie’s flowing skirt. And, unless Julie had changed her habits, they were also all without underwear. The wine may have been pushing the last doors of resistance, but Paul was almost taking some comfort & pleasure to know he was sitting with sisters. He giggled to himself as he thought, ‘sisters who have fucked each other.’

“Someone seems to be feeling the wine,” Katie observed looking Paul direction as she retrieved another bottle and started waking around and refilling glasses.

“Huh?” he asked.

“Seemed like you are getting awfully giddy in your stoic silence over there,” Katie said as she moved to pour some for Julie.

“None for me. I switch to water a bit back. I’m probably going to need to drive home soon,” Julie responded stopping Katie.

“Fair enough,” she responded moving over to Molly.

“Oh, sorry, guess the wine's just getting to me and finally feeling relaxed,” Paul responded to the earlier question.

“No harm in that,” she said as she ensured he had plenty of alcoholic grape juice. “Since you’re more willing to talk now, up to telling me you’re ready for tomorrow?”

Scoffing his reply, “told ya, I got this.”

“Oh really? So Bill’s training was that good,” Katie asked.

“You’ve been doing Sir Bill’s training?!?” Julie asked nearly **** on her water.

“He is a physical trainer and owns gyms, ya know,” Paul responds dodging the question.

“And lifting weights is going to help you with your costume?” Katie asked incredulously.

“More like calisthenics and aerobics probably,” Paul retorted, “and keeping me motivated and what not.”

“What? Endurance is going to make you suddenly amazing at this?”

“Look, we agreed when we started this whole thing, ya’ll would get the equipment and help me suit up on game day but the prep work and on field performance was all on me,” Paul ineptly tried to make it sound as macho as he could. “Besides, it’s all supposed to be part of the big reveal; a big surprise,” he tries to emphasize with jazz hands.

Katie looks at him very questioningly. “Fair enough,” she admits cautiously. “but mark my words; if you make my work a laughing stock, your great-grandkids will know what a dufus you are.”

“Hey! Let’s not go there yet!” Molly reported quickly. “Those would be my kids too and I’m not old enough to even be a grandma.”

Katie kinda winces pointing out she is barely old enough to be a grandma.

“Shutup, bitch,” Molly giggles at Katie as she tosses a throw pillow at her.

“Alright, if Mr. Surprise over here is too much of a spy novel, what about you, Molly? What do you know about his training?”

“Oh, uh, not much,” she replied taking a sip of wine, “he’s been tight lipped,” almost gulping more wine.

“Well, there is that horribly liar; spill bestie,” Katie chided.

“its nothing,” Molly deflected talking another gulp.

Paul was trying to figure out what she knew and was worried about what he leaked out.

“it’s not nothing if it gets that reaction,” Katie accused.

“Welllll,” Molly tried to think of a way to stale to avoid as she looked at she looked Paul trying to find a way out before she finally broke, “he asked to use the Gadget.”

“The Gadget?!?” Julie basically screamed as she giggled.

“What’s the big deal about a gadget?” Katie asked.

“it’s a remote control toy that Sir Bill can use from anywhere,” Molly answered.

“Why did you need that, Paul?”

“He used it like a pager,” Paul explained. But Katie and Julie both looked at him questioningly but Molly just averted her eyes and blushed. “When I was exercising, trying to get my attention with the music would take a while if my form was off, so he used it to buzz me in my pocket to get my attention to refocus.”

“That’s it?!?” Julie shouted. “that’s like using a Ferrari to pick up milk at the corner stores. “

“How so?”

“It’s unreal,“ excitedly replied Julie. “it’s like if Tesla and Apple got together to make a remote control vibrator,”

Katie laughed incredulously at that.

“They made it with a hundred different motors and like a million different sensors,” Julie continued her manic recounting of the Gadgets features, hyperbolic as it may have been, “it can react to your words like a demented Alexa; it knows where you are and it can work anywhere in the world!”

Katie shook her head to ignore the automated attendant’s inability to discern when it’s actually addressed and continued on herself. “Seems a bit far fetched,“ Katie challenged.

“and that fukin’ shocksh,” Molly slurred out.

“Oh God,” Julie concurred rolling her eyes, “the damn mini tazzer like thing in it. That thing will give you nightmares and almost long for cramps to replace it.”

“And you put it inside yourselves?!” Katie asked exasperated.

To which Molly & Julie looked at each other with a knowing look as the both nodded as a blush moved across their cheeks.

“Why?!?”

“It’s fucking amazing!” they both said at the same time before breaking out into a fit of giggles.

“Sheriously though, he uses it like some demented exercise equipment to push your body further than you thought you ever could,” Molly volunteered before gulping down the contents of her glass and holding it out towards Katie for a refill.

“He can use it to sense when you’re on the edge and then like hold you there for like days, or tell when you came and then keep going as long as your heart can take it long after your head has checked out,” Julie shared with her fantastical interpretation.

“and he can use it like a fucking tracking chip. Know where and when you are, “ Molly griped out.

“and ya’ll use these all the time? “

They both violently shook their heads no, but Molly stumbled in her seat a bit. “Only during training, “ Julie volunteered.

“Sounded like it’d be right up ya’ll’s kink alley; why didn’t you use it for play or stuff?” Katie earnestly asked.

“because he’s an asshole,” they both spat in unison.

“he’d try to use it while I was out shopping or visiting my parents,” Julie explained.

“or at work,” Molly pointed out nearly spoiling her drink.

“Why not just take it out?”

“Well, had to get somewhere discreet to do it, but we did,” Julie recounted, “then he’d use that as an excuse to punish you.”

“He shaid it waz to tes ur willingliness to submit, but I think it waz jus cause to spank ya,” Molly explained between sips.

Turning to Paul, Katie asked, “and you put this in your ass??” Which caused Julie to spit out the sip of water she just took.

“I just kept it in my pocket during a workout,” Paul stated leaving off that was only to start with flexing against the metal in his ass suddenly wandering if it had a hidden fun.

“And you knew about all this??”

“He didn’t talk about all it’s features to me,” Paul said evading the question.

“And he just used this wondrous tool as a pager for you?” Katie could tell Paul was hiding something.

“I’m sure there were plenty of things they did I never did,” Paul said causing the other girls burst into giggles.

This caused Julie to spill some of the acts she did, conveniently distracting Katie from her inquisition of Paul. Molly was then inspired to share one of hers. Before long, it devolved into a game of one-upmanship as they compared notes of who did what and bragged about what they did the other girls didn’t.

Through this, Paul almost became a forgotten observer as Katie became engrossed in their bedtime tales. They continued on into the wee hours and Paul was all to happy to hear his lovers sexapades having to adjust his skirt more than once to cover his growth.

“That sounds like fucking hell,” Katie finally commented.

“Oh it was,” Julie respond as Molly nodded as she poured the remnants of the last bottle into her glass.

“And ya’ll still see him?” Katie inquired about yet one more aspect of our poly DS relationship that fascinated her.

“Sometimes you just need that ass hole,” Molly volunteered as Julie stiffed a giggle. “It’s like in your 20s when you wanted those bad boys. You knew there were nice guys, but you wanted that thrill of the naughtiness,” Molly tried to relate.

“The problem was you had the delusion you could change them towards the ‘good guy’ direction,” Molly continued. “But that never works unless they want to change and they rarely do. They can’t be what you need long term.”

“With Master I have stability, strength, and boundless pleasure.” Molly recounted even while Julie tried to hide her whimper. “but when I need to scratch that asshole itch, I can call on Bill to fill it.”

There was an audible silence as the entire room fell right to the gutter of the unintended joke from Molly. Julie’s guffaw broke the silence first before they all burst into giggles.

Molly’s tired and drunken brain tried to recover but only made it worse, “no no no, Master fucks my ass all the time, I just use Bill for his inner asshole.”

This just caused the room to break into more giggles and Molly to blush even deeper as she realized what she had said.

Katie couldn’t help interject, “guess you really had him pegged,” but that caused more giggles but Paul could see Molly was getting uncomfortable and moved over to her.

Pulling her in protectively, he assured her, “we knew what you meant. We’re all just tired and punchy,” while the others giggled some.

Paul got her to laugh again by whispering to her, “you know he deserves a good pegging, but you’d have to remove that stick up his butt first.”

She at least stopped her embarrassment with a laugh of her own.

As the laughter began to subside, Julie noticed the time and had to get back home to sleep. They all got up to say there good byes.

Noticing Molly stumbling back a bit, Paul caught her and commented, “ya, I think it’s time for the tired girl to say goodnight, get dressed for bed, and get some sleep.”

“Yeth, Masher,” Molly groggily said as turned for their bedroom.

Paul turned to see Julie out as he heard Molly say, “goodnight” but was distracted by Katie stifle a chuckle. Turning back to see what tickled her, he saw Molly tossing her dress to the side as she stumped to their room. He turned to stop her and say something, but Katie touched his arm and shook her head.

Katie whispered to him, “just let her go. She doesn’t realize it and this way she doesn’t feel embarrassed; probably won’t even remember it.”

Paul just shook his head as he enjoyed the view that the other girls seemed to be enjoying.

“I miss snuggling up against that ass,” Julie mentioned as Molly disappeared through the door frame, “I know, I know, I know,” she continued seeing Paul’s glare, “not our relationship now: a slut can a dream.”

Walking her to the door, “thank you again for all your help: it looks delish and divine as always.”

“Thanks for the business! I hope your guests enjoy it,” she replied as he held the door for her.

“You can see for yourself,” Paul commented, “you’re coming back for the party, right?”

Julie **** on a smile, “ya. Ya totally going to be here.”

“k, you're safe to drive right? We can make room for you if you need to stay. “

Julie was almost hopeful until he continued, “I can make up the couch or Katie may be willing to share the guest bed”

“no, no, I’m good. I stopped drinking hours ago and it’s not far.”

“k, thank you again.”

“Yes, Sir.. I mean ‘Paul’. “

“See, you can do it.” He said as he waved at her.

Julie contemplated a cry when she got to her car but saw Paul was watching her. ‘How the fuck does he fucking do that to me still?’ she curses to herself as she drives off to get her rest at home.

Turning back inside, Paul sees the spareroom closed and figure Katie’s gone to bed so he picks up the scraps of their event so they don’t have to mess with it before the party.

As he heard the last bottle fall in the bag, he hears Katie from behind him. “I know you were still holding back. “

Paul suddenly worried his skirt had exposed his plug and spun sound quickly, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Earlier. I could tell you were deflecting on the question on the training. I know you want to surprise Molly, but if I’m going to sleep well, I need to know that muscle head did more that just have you do aerobics and crossfit.”

Paul caught himself trying not to stare at her nipples pushing out her thin nightshirt with the con logo on the front. “uh, no, trust me, the exercises were much more targeted and he provided much more guidance. My goal is to ‘wow’ even you.”

“K,” was her skeptical response.

“anyway it’s getting late and while I plan on sleeping in, I still need my beauty sleep. Goodnight”

Katie sighed heavily and said, “night” worried what train wreck she’d signed up for.

“See you soon,” Paul said as he turned on the balls of his feet and sashayed towards their en suite making his form and rhythm perfect and could feel the hem of his skirt bounce every back and forth on his upper thighs. Turning to enter the bathroom, he looked over his shoulder happy to see Katie still staring at him but with her mouth agape in surprise; he winked at her as he went to final remove the blasted plug.

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Author's Note: Welcome to the completion of the Prelude to crazy weekend of the party. But, don't worry, there is still plenty more to come for Paul/Vyki & Molly and the rest of the crew!

Thank you so much to those that have been kind enough to reach out and post feedback. I know its been a bit of a journey and I appreciate everyone that has come along for the ride. I hope you have being a partner in this journey and have been pleased & entertained with the outcome!

Check back soon! When the main story is launched, there will be a link here to jump right to it. Also, don't fret! This is just the beginning of many planned escapades for the crew and more will join along the way. There will be growth & enjoyment, pain & turmoil, and someone might actually learn from their mistakes & grow along the way........ maybe. ;)

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