Gonna Make You Sweat

"Well, shit, this isn't good," Whitney remarked, staring at the hanging light fixture above herself and the pool table. Turning to her left, she noticed Vance curled up on his side, precariously close to the edge of the table as he lightly snored.

Having come back down to Earth after a series of orgasms, Whitney realized how bad this looked if anyone came downstairs right this instance. And there were plenty of reasons to come down. Guests had rooms on the walkout level. A spare bathroom sat within a short walk downstairs. And a stocked bar and wine cellar were located down here. The same wine cellar that held wine that Peyton and Chastity had been on their way to visit before circumstances led to Whitney taking care of it. Glancing over at the two bottles that she'd placed on the bar counter, the cabin hostess knew time was short. What if one of the parents comes looking for their wine? Crap, crap, crap! This is not good!

Sitting up, the tanned blonde looked down between her legs and groaned.

"That's not good either."

The red felt of the billiards table had darkened from a puddle of the teen's juices. Recalling how Vance erupted while fucking her tits, Whitney half-turned around to study the felt behind. She groaned again as several splotches showcased where her not-lover had spurted.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Dad's going to kill me."

Dropping her head, Whitney braced it with both hands. Her brain rapidly went over ways to break the news to her dad. He's going to be so disappointed in me. I mean, I pretty much cheated on one level. Sure, Vance never actually stuck his cock in any of my holes, but he made me cum on his tongue. That's way, way worse than Sean helping me out in the cave. Wait! Maybe I can just keep quiet about the stains. It's not like there aren't plenty of other suspects. Yeah! That will work. And it's not like Dad has never stained furniture in the past. I'm not stupid. I figured out years ago why we kept on getting new furniture at the old cabin and the manor. Remodeling sure seemed to happen a lot after his special parties!

Pleased that feigning ignorance might let her off the hook with telling her father about the indiscretion with Vance, Whitney rolled off the pool table. Standing up, her hand shot down to brace herself as she swayed unevenly.

"I got to give it to you. Are you obnoxious? Yes, you are. Do I want anyone to know about this? No, I don't. But you're damn talented with your tongue," Whitney said to the sleeping playboy. "Shit! I promised to praise you to Peyton if you won. Great, this is going to be awkward."

A snort from Vance distracted the teenager for a moment. Satisfied that he wasn't waking up, she glanced around the rec room. "Hmm, now where did I throw my--oh!"

Spotting her panties on the mantle above the fireplace, Whitney cringed a bit at her carelessness. Picking them up, she felt how soaking wet they were. I better skip wearing these. They'll leave a wet spot on my yoga pants.

"Speaking of my yoga panties..." the blonde trailed off as she began searching the side of the room.

First, she leaned up on the tips of her toes to look around the poker table. Realizing that she also needed her sports bra, Whitney tried to recall where she threw that garment as well. Getting down on her knees, she peered under the billiards table. Suddenly, she remembered that she took off her yoga pants while over by the bar stools. Hopping up, the teen started to turn in that direction when a sound caused the blood to rush out of her head.

"Looking for this?"

Continuing the turn longer than originally planned, Whitney's gaze fell over near the television. Standing in front of a couch with a navy blue sports bra dangling from a finger stood the worst person possible.

"Taking after daddy, aren't you?" Kimberly Goose bared a toothy grin.

"Ah, yes, thank you," the teen attempted to act nonchalantly over the situation. Betraying none of the trepidation that she felt, Whitney slowly walked to the back of the couch. Holding out her hand, she remarked," You know how these spur of the moment flings go."

"I think not, sweetie," Kimberly stated, snatching her hand and the panties back at the last second. Momentarily, her other hand rose, revealing her cell phone. "I'd be much more concerned about what's on here if I were you."

"Whatever do you mean?" Whitney rolled with the punch while her blood turned cold.

"Don't even bother denying it. We both know you fucked around on your boyfriend, and I have footage of it."

"You have no such footage," the teen simply stated. "Vance and I did not fuck. We played a game."

"A game?!" the older platinum blonde snorted. "Oh, you're so much like your dad. Always thinking you can get away with anything. Well, that's not happening this time, pumpkin."

Whitney's calm facade vanished at the accursed woman using her dad's nickname for her. Clenching the wet panties in her hand, the queen bee side of the teen came out ready for action.

"I can say with absolute certainty that you do not have footage of me fucking Vance or vice versa. So try again, bitch."

"Fine, I didn't catch you in the actual act," Kimberly admitted with a shrug. "But I don't need real proof. There is plenty of circumstantial evidence from the pictures and video I took. A young girl with a boyfriend caught naked with another man with both clearly leaking body fluids. I'm sure if we asked Clive his view of the case, he'd agree that I have plenty to show you cheated. Unless I'm feeling rather forgiving."

"****? Are you blackmailing me?!"

"I also like to play games. Play along, and what I recorded will vanish. Don't, and Nosy Nectar gets a batch of shocking gossip material about the local it girl."

"Nosy Nectar doesn't post sex tapes," Whitney countered.

"Then I guess I can wait and deliver the news the old-fashioned way to your boyfriend...and father," Kimberly proposed, flashing a sinister smile. "Daddy Diamond will be sooo proud of his little angel, won't he?"

Taking a deep breath to calm the fury raging inside her, Whitney surveyed the situation. The older woman stood in front of the couch while she stood at its back. There was too much distance to try and race around to grab the phone. Ms. Goose would see her coming a mile away, leaving plenty of time to run upstairs or to her room. And a naked Whitney couldn't risk following her upstairs. That defeated the whole purpose of grabbing the digital evidence.

Maybe there is another way, Whitney mused. Attempting to act slyly, she placed one hand and then the other on the top of the couch. While not a highflyer, the cheer captain was fairly sure that she could leap over the sofa, catch Kimberly by surprise, and snatch the phone away. Dipping down ever so slightly, the teen prepared to make the vault.

"Not a bad idea, but it ain't going to work," Kimberly stated, already taking several steps back.

"Fuck," Whitney muttered as her plan evaporated. Resignation set it. It looks like I'll have to go public unless her **** idea isn't too bad. "What do you want, bitch?"

"Manners, young lady," the soon-to-be-divorcée wagged her finger at the growling girl. "Nothing from you but a little help."

"What kind of help?"

"You see, your friends upstairs are playing games too. They're playing keep-away with the boys, and I want one of them for myself."

"So you want me to convince one of the guys to fuck you? Like that's going to work." Despite the circumstances, Whitney couldn't help but laugh heartily at the idea.

"As if I need your help to convince a man to fuck me. You probably couldn't seduce a virgin," Kimberly shot back.

"Wanna bet on it?"

"What I want is quite simple. All your spoiled ass needs to do is to separate one of the boys from the pack. Once that's done, I can handle the rest," the platinum blonde vowed confidently.

"So all I have to do is separate a guy, and that's it? What if he won't fuck an old hag like you?" Whitney pressed her luck.

"Keep up the attitude and I'll pull my offer, little girl."

"Fine. But if you don't fulfill your part of the bargain, I'll ruin you," Whitney promised. She wasn't sure how but the teen suspected that Kimberly had plenty of skeletons in her closets.

"Sure you will. Here." Kimberly flung the sports bra over. "Make yourself presentable and get to work."

"Wait, what guy do you have in mind?" Whitney asked, fearing that Sean might feel more pain at the older woman's hands.

"It doesn't really matter. I like surprises, so surprise me," Kimberly replied, stunning the younger blonde. "Check that! Anyone but the nerd. I don't need a bumbling virgin. So send me my cavern partner or one of the big strong football players. Hell, send me Finn or that newcomer. But do not warn them. If you do, I'll make sure every little birdie hears about your game of pool."

"Wait, you'd want Austin?! That's my best friend's boyfriend!"

"Causing someone to cheat is highly satisfying," Kimberly stated, winking. "If you don't believe me, let's wake that one up and ask him."

Glancing over at Vance, Whitney cursed at ever engaging in his competition. It might have brought several fantastic orgasms, but it also gave Ms. Goose a way to control her. I don't like anyone controlling me. I'll send you a guy, but that doesn't mean I'll send one that will succumb.

Hungry lips devoured the large yet perky pair of breasts that heaved up and down. The owner of the heaving bosom squirmed on the bed as a hand slid down her unbuttoned pants. Once contact happened, Skye's ass lifted off the bed as she arched her back in pleasure. Looking down past her bunched-up top and pushed-up bra, her light brown eyes met a pair of smoldering light green ones.

"I knew you'd be a firecracker," Lana remarked.

Despite her comment, the ginger had been the woman on fire. As soon as an opening occurred, the eldest Stratton daughter had practically dragged the slightly older brunette into the rec room and down the hall. Lana certainly straddled, if not crossed the line about being stealthy while hurrying to fulfill her desires. With the door open to Skye's former room, Lana had basically whipped the restaurant hostess into the room and onto the bed.

Only at the last second did Lana remember not to slam the door shut, catching it in the nick of time to finish gently. Standing in the front of the door, the ginger yanked the zipper down the front of her sports bra. With a Lacey-ish giggle, Lana flung the pink top at the watchful brunette. Then the redhead's matching pink yoga pants appeared to have vanished in a blink of an eye, revealing no panties underneath.

"Like what you see?" Lana questioned, getting an awed nod in return.

Hungry and desirous, the busty redhead pounced, launching herself onto the bed. Immediately, Lana was on her hands and knees, straddling Skye's prone body. With her right hand, she grabbed the back of the other woman's neck, bringing her up to meet her lips in a volcanic kiss. Even with her extra years of experience, Skye felt discombobulated by the fury of Lana's actions. Deep into the middle of their kiss, the ex-cheerleader's free hand when to work. It yanked the brunette's shirt up and over her large breasts, leading to a round of tit pawing. That ended with the unhooked undergarment pushed high above those delectable globes.

Sitting back a moment on Skye's groin, Lana ogled the naked flesh. A slight shake of the head followed as she laughed at something she thought. Before Skye could inquire why, Lana dove in.

"Yeah, we're gonna put on a show for the others on this trip. Mark my words, Finn's going to wish you'd turned in his step-mom."

"Finn?" Skye gasped as Lana's fingers connected with her clit again.

"Oh, yeah, I'm definitely getting my threesome with you two. You're going to help me corrupt him again and again," the ginger smiled wolfishly. "He won't be turning down flings with me any longer. Time for him to learn why I'm a better fuck buddy than a girlfriend."

A long, high-pitched squeal echoed around the room as Lana's fingers began to conduct a symphony. Laying a string of kisses along Skye's neck, the redhead worked up a side to an ear. Licking and suckling on the earlobe, she whispered compliments continuously.

"Finn's dad is a fool. Oh, he's got exquisite taste and a surprising level of game to land hot pieces of ass like you," Lana declared, turning the brunette's head so that they could kiss again. "But Fred's a fucking moron."

"Fred?" Skye repeated, cutting through the lust-filled fog. "Fred! This is his room!"

"It is. Wanna put on a show if he comes back? Make him see what he threw away by being an idiot?" Lana questioned, shooting a playful wink.

The wink didn't land as intended. Skye pushed Lana's face away as it dipped for another pass at her perky tits. Flashing a look of astonishment, Lana opened her mouth, but Skye beat her to it.

"I can't do this! Not in my old room with Fred. He might walk in at any minute!"

"So? We can put him in his place if he does."

"No, I, uh, I just can't!" Skye stammered, pushing Lana off of her and onto the bed. "I'm sorry, but I have to control myself."

"Why? That's no fun!" Lana pouted. Her hand reached out cop another feel, but Skye pulled her bra back down. "Oh, come on!"

"I'm sorry, Lana. Your hot and all, but this room brings back how I screwed up by dating Fred." Skye pulled her shirt back down, buttoned her pants, and jumped off the bed. Leaving a safe distance so that Lana wouldn't tempt her again.

"So let's go find another room," Lana suggested, badly wanting an explosive romp with the social media model.

"I...I just can't. I need to stay in control and figure out a way to stop picking the worst possible people to date," Skye said, actually wringing her hands.

"Shit, I didn't want to date you. Just make you cum a bunch of times."

"Thanks, but that's a bad idea with you. You're Finn's ex-girlfriend, close friend, and clearly, you two have something going on still. That's too close to Fred for my sake," Skye explained.

"Nothing is going on between Finn and me," Lana dismissed, looking away. "I just want one friend to embrace a more fun lifestyle, and Peyton isn't going to do that."

"Look, I'm sorry, maybe we can find another person upstairs for you to--"

"Phooey! Everyone else upstairs is taken, lined up, or boring," Lana bitched, slapping the bed with her palm. Suddenly, a new idea popped into her head. "Hey, we should go check the hot tub."

"Why?"

"Well, Whitney said the heater started working again. And if I'm going to be bored, then I'd rather be bored in a frigging hot tub," Lana proclaimed. Not waiting for a reply, she jumped off the bed, grabbed her sports bra and yoga pants.

"I guess we could at least check," Skye responded as Lana finished dressing. The brunette felt guilty for ruining the fun. Hanging out in the hot tub for a bit with Lana is the least I can do. "Uh, what about Whitney and that guy?"

"If they aren't gone yet, that's their problem," Lana declared, opening the door and going to find out.

The rec room had been empty except for Vance sleeping on the pool table. Lana cackled as he poked him in the ribs until Skye ordered her to stop. The redhead returned the favor, not allowing the brunette to cover him with a blanket. Instead, Lana covered herself with it while telling Skye to do the same with a second one. Covered, both young women ventured out into the cold night air.

"Holy nips!" Lana screeched, causing Skye to laugh. Racing to the lower sunroom, they dashed inside.

"It looks like Whitney was right," Skye commented, feeling the warm air in the room.

"Yeah, it's toasty in here," Lana agreed. Climbing the couple of steps, she walked onto the deck and leaned down. "The water feels nice too."

"Okay, so let's head back for our suits," Skye said, causing Lana's head to whip around.

"Why?"

"I guess I could wear my underwear, but you..."

"Is that a problem?" Lana questioned, fighting to keep the smile off her face. Her plan to change locations and seduce Skye would only work if she didn't see it coming right away.

"I think it might be better if we had swimsuits on. You know, in case any of the guys come down here," Skye speculated. Still, she'd already grown suspicious of Lana's intentions.

"Guys?! That sounds like a fabulous idea! We should get a guy or two to down here with us," Lana cheerfully suggested.

"But I thought they were all taken?"

"Nothing wrong about stealing them away if the girl isn't his girlfriend," Lana clapped with joy. "Let's go find us a piece of meat!"

Skye shook her head as the excited redhead raced out of the room. Yet, she stilled followed. The brunette even followed as Lana changed directions and headed up the deck stairs. She was halfway up the stairs when she heard the exclamation at the top.

"What the living fuck?!"

"Hey, what's wrong--Oh!" Skye sounded as she peered over Lana's shoulder.

Through the glass door, they could see a naked couple sprawled out on one of the couches. Having met a considerable number of new people in short few days, Skye didn't recognize the long-legged brunette immediately. She did note the very tight ass and medium-ish breasts but couldn't see the face as it bobbed up and down a very nicely sized cock. At the other end of the sixty-nine, the short, sandy brown hair gave away the man's identity.

"Is that Finn?"

Lana didn't respond as she seethed with anger. Skye finally realized the other girl was one of the new visitors to the cabin, Ellie Ridge. Looking back and forth at the naked pair and Lana, Skye shot a hand out as the redhead lurched forward.

"I thought there was nothing between you two any longer?"

"There isn't!" Lana spat. Spinning around, the ginger stomped back down the deck stairs. Impressed by what she saw, Skye hesitated a moment to get another look at the cock of her ex-boyfriend's son. Shaking her head, she turned and followed Lana. Surprisingly the enraged redhead bypassed the lower sunroom.

Marching rapidly, Lana left Skye in her dust. When the latter woman reached the rec room, she found Lana walking away from the bar with a bottle of liquor. Plopping down on a couch, she picked up the remote and started channel surfing.

"Uh, Lana?"

"Hot tub is out. I'm in the mood for a movie," the redhead responded, staring straight at the TV. "You in?"

"Sure, but what about....him?" Skye motioned at the still naked Vance.

"For fuck's sake!" Lana exclaimed, shooting off the couch.

"Wake up, Vance! Vandermeer!" the ginger screamed, whacking the sleeper several times.

"Huh?" came the groggy question.

"Time to get up, fuckface!"

"Leave me alone. I'm tired."

"Nope, I'm not staring at your naked ass for the rest of the night," Lana informed him with a final slap to the side of the head.

"Geez, lighten up, Stratton," Vance complained, rolling over and revealing his junk to the two women.

"Fucking great! The one cock I see tonight is your limp dick," the redhead complained, returning to the couch.

"Uh, hey, why don't you put on your pants and lay down on the other couch," Skye politely suggested.

"Don't need pants," Vance mumbled. Staggering around the furniture, he earned another scolding from Lana as he walked past her. Eventually, the naked blond flopped face-first onto the second couch.

"Good idea," Lana nodded as Skye gently placed a blanket over Vance, hiding his nude ass.

"Romantic comedies?" Skye questioned, relatively shocked by the DVD options that Lana brought back from the shelf.

"Got a problem with that?"

"No," the brunette said. Hmm, maybe there is a softer side to Lana Stratton.

This turned out to be a surprising addition to the rest of the chapters I had planned for the night. I realized I needed a bridge chapter to get Whitney and Skye placed into position for what happens later upstairs. Plus with Harvey away, Kimberly needed a new person to make a pass at, and possibly succeed with.