I know we’re often told that there’s a pot of gold, but I don’t see no fucking rainbow and my coffee’s cold.

Alicia was sitting with her coffee when KJ plopped down in front of her. She’d spied the younger woman walking into the cafe, her hair a mess, makeup wrecked, and hobbling like she had a broken ankle. She suppressed her initial instinct to get maternal and just waited. If Kathleen Johanna wanted to talk to her she would in her own time. Even so, her curiosity was killing her concentration, so it was with a smile that she looked up from her book and asked “rough night?”

“Um… kind of.”

“So… dish. I want to hear all about it.”

Cassie sat by the pool, getting tired just from watching Kayla’s boundless energy. The younger girl was doing laps, and quite simply going flat out at it. She ruminated over her own evening with Bob. So far she’d kept the details to herself, although it was clear to all around her that the experience had been a profound one for her. The memory of Bob’s mouth exploring her still brought on a set of shivers, and she’d pleasured herself no less than four times since that night, but in addition to the purely physical aspects, she was in a bit of an emotional whirlpool, being sucked down into a sea of confusing feelings, some of which she didn’t even have a name for.

Kayla, for her part, seemed happier than anyone who knew her had ever seen her. Bob was just about the perfect sexual partner, having played her body like a violin. They say friends make better lovers, and for a while now they had been pretty close friends. Realistically the only thing that had kept her from making a serious move on him was the fact that he had about ten years on her own parents. That excuse had been blown out the window by the changes that had happened here. The fact that he had gone from “creepy uncle body” to “Alpha Bull Daddy” was just gravy. Daddy. She tasted the word in her thoughts and with a smile continued swimming.

Safe. Robin was exhausted. They’d been pursued at one point or another by several members of the staff (although the peg leg had kept his distance since his impromptu bath), Morgan when she’d been intoxicated, Heidi anytime they’d shared a bed, and they were getting looks from anyone else they spent too long near. But last night they came across an idea of a safe haven. The hot tub, with its mixture of heavy steam and purifying chemicals seemed to do the trick, and not just while they were in it. The smells from the chemical treatment clung to their body even after leaving for several hours. They might just get some sleep tonight. Now if only they’d thought to jerk their little Fun Sized friend a bit before getting in the jacuzzi so they could deal with the near constant erection that all of this attention from beautiful women had given them…

Darlene blissfully worked out on an exercise bike sharing the small workout room with a very sweaty Morgan. The bigger woman was on the treadmill, those ridiculous breasts of hers bouncing like crazy even restrained by a sports bra that was working hard enough to win an MVP. Dar shrugged. Bob liked ‘em and she knew she was going to be sharing him, so better that the other girls were up to his standards too. Meanwhile she had to keep her body up to snuff to please her man. Off of the bike and over to the squat machine. You didn’t get an ass like this by just sitting around…

Morgan hated exercising. Still cardio was something she needed to keep working on because of her larger build so she **** herself through the treadmill routine. Besides stronger legs meant better sex. Where the hell had that thought come from? Not that it was wrong. She cranked the resistance up a little higher.

(Title: “Hey Asshole” by Watsky)