Lunch and a little mischief

Remember how I said that Mr. Astor didn't want to use golf carts? Well, with us walking the whole time that nine hole course took three hours to play through. So by the time we got back to the clubhouse and I checked my phone, it was time for lunch. We ate a huge steak meal, then went back to the hotel. We stayed at the hotel bar and drank fancy beers literally all afternoon while Mr. Astor told us stories about gobbling up various companies. He had an endless supply of takeover stories and most of them made my job seem like honest work.

Around 5pm the big man said, "It's getting late. Are the girls still shopping?"

"Probably not," I replied. "I'm sure they're on their way back by now. I'll go call Nicole and see when they'll be back."

He nodded his approval and I walked outside. I did call Nicole and agree on meeting at the hotel restaurant at 6pm, but it was a short call. Mainly I wanted to take the opportunity to check my burner phone.

There was a message from Vlad.

"I see that you are spending a lot of my money. Things like golf clubs and clothes are being charged to the card I set up for you. I am sure that this is all necessary expenses and not you taking advantage of me for a vacation."

I immediately wrote back a detailed list of everything I'd spent money on and why. I explained why playing golf with Mr. Astor was vital to the con, how I only bought the minimum amount of clothes to get by, etc. Was putting this all in a text message a good idea? Hell no. Leaving a record that could be subpoenaed by the court was the worst thing a con man could do. However, I did it anyway because of something my old partner Jimmy had once said that I'll never forget.

"Stop! Please stop! I swear, Vlad, I'll pay back the money! Please don't! Not my toes!"

Then Jimmy never said anything else ever again. So that's why I always tell Vlad everything.

While I had my phone out, I checked the app. All the beliefs for the bride's maids had spread to Kennedy now, leaving only Opal without any beliefs. I went back inside and informed Mr. Astor and Xavier that the ladies would be meeting us in awhile. We had another round of beers to pass the time, then headed to the restaurant . We met the ladies at the door.

"Oh my god, I missed you so much!" said Nicole, dropping her shopping bags and wrapping her arms around my neck.

"I missed you too!" I said, then I gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Just enough to show her I care, but not enough to make Daddy uncomfortable. I was doing better with the old man than ever before and I didn't need to screw that up.

"Hey baby," said Kennedy to Xavier. "I got a little something for us while we were in town." She opened up a shopping bag and her boyfriend leaned over to peak inside. His eyes went very wide, then he smiled at her like a loon. She kissed her finger, then pressed it to his lip, closed the bag and led him to the table.

I sat down next to Nicole, of course, but Opal ended up sitting to my right. I smiled at her politely and the redhead smiled back. Then I noticed Simone glaring at me. I turned back to Nicole. Simone might believe that I'm faithful to Nicole, but I didn't want her thinking that was too close to her enemy. Best to stay out of that for the moment. Simone took a seat at the opposite end of the table, as far away from Opal as possible.

That's when I figured out why Opal was the only one who hadn't picked up any of the group's beliefs yet. Simone was the one I'd given the beliefs too, so they must spread mainly from her. If she'd been spending the whole day as far from Opal as possible, then of course the redhead would be the last one to catch the beliefs from her. Meanwhile, Ainsley, who had been the first one to adopt the new beliefs, was sitting next to Simone and probably had been sticking close to her all day. So that meant the person I'd BSed was the primary one spreading the beliefs through the group. That was good to know.

Dinner went well. Nicole and I held hands under the table the whole time, showing that the argument from last night had blown over. Mr. Astor still dominated the conversation. Kennedy and Xavier kept leaning over and whispering to each other. As soon as the meal was done, they both said they needed to go to the bathroom at the same time, but I noticed that Kennedy took her mysterious shopping bag with her.

+5 BS. 12 remaining.

When the couple came back Xavier looked very pale but very happy. Whatever they'd done in that bathroom, it had broken some kind of sexual barrier.

Seeing the two lovebirds share the afterglow of whatever debauchery they got up to in the bathroom made me horny. Nicole and I had been at this resort for a week already, and that meant I hadn't been able to sneak out and visit one of my other girls while "working late" like I usually did. Sitting where I was didn't help. In addition to the love birds across from me, I had a gorgeous woman on either side of me, and at the other end of the table I had a great view of Simone and Ainsley. Both of them had decided to wear bikini tops with short skirts while on the island, showing off their terrific breasts. I was swimming in hot women, I had a magic app that seemed designed for sex, and yet my balls were blue as could be.

That's when I decided that I wasn't satisfied with just the con. Getting a few trust fund accounts from Nicole and stealing her car on my way out wasn't enough. Fucking her missionary style a few times after we were man and wife because that's all her strict upbringing would allow wasn't enough. I wanted everything and everyone. I wanted to fuck all of these sexy, stuck-up women in humiliating ways that would shatter their inflated egos. I wanted to shove Mr. Astor's mustachioed face in the ground and show him that he's not better than a kid from a trailer park in a swamp. I wanted to drain every dollar from every one of these rich assholes.

But right now I mainly wanted the fucking part.

I looked across the bale and saw Ainsley biting her bottom lip and smiling just a little too hard. I'd seen this micro-expression before. Something was eating at her. Nobody else noticed, of course, but I was paying close attention. Mainly because of the way her blonde hair was falling across her breasts in that black bikini top, but also because I knew from the app that she'd been up to some some shenanigans today. I knew enough not to stare, but I glanced enough to see that she clearly wanted to talk about something with Simone, but was stopping herself whenever she got close.

"I'm going to go get some air," said Ainsley, standing up.

"Do you want some company?" asked Simone.

"No, I'm fine. I just need a little walk."

I gave her a minute, then made an excuse about going to the bathroom. I found Ainsley outside, walking along the beach and watching the waves.

"The view is really calming, isn't it?" I asked as I joined her.

"Yeah, it's so nice here. I wish I never had to go back."

"Aw, but then you wouldn't ever see Nathaniel again! You don't want that, right?"

"No, no, of course not." She bit her lip again. "I'm just feeling a little stressed. I shouldn't be, Simone gave me some advice for destressing earlier today. It did make me feel good at first, but now..."

I was right, she was thinking about her boyfriend. Her new belief that bride's maids should hook up a lot had gotten her to do something with someone today, but it didn't resolve the conflict of her cheating on her boyfriend.

"Yeah," I said, "I've been feeling a lot of stress too, lately. You know, wedding stuff."

"Yeah," she sighed, still looking out at the ocean.

"You know, I read something very interesting the other day," I said. "It's about relationships."

She turned away from the ocean and looked at me expectantly. "Really?"

"Yes. It was a survey that found that the vast majority of people, over 99%, didn't consider anything other than traditional penis-to-vagina sex to be cheating."

This was a gamble, but not much of one. Simone had hooked up with a guy last night and given me 20 BS. Whatever Ainsley did this morning, she considered it cheating, but it only earned 10 points. I was pretty sure she hadn't actually slept with anyone, but had just pulled aside some guy or girl in a shop and had a little fun.

She laughed. "You're kidding!"

"No, that's really what it said. Handjobs, blowjobs, stuff like that, people don't really think of them as cheating. They're totally acceptable!"

She brightened up. "Wow, I didn't know that!"

-3 BS. 9 remaining.

That's it? It only took three BS to get her to believe that? Wow, what a slut.

Ainsley smiled at me, the stunning smile that had gotten her on a hundred magazine covers. "You know, I really like talking to you! You're so nice!" She took my hand. "Hey, you said you were stressed, right? Well, as a bride's maid, it's my job to make sure everyone is relaxed, especially the bride and groom! How about I help you out with that?"

I've had a lot of practice with keeping my cool when a mark takes the bait. I reacted like she'd just offered to fill out wedding invitations for me. "Oh, what a nice offer! You don't have to do that!"

Still holding my hand, she walked away, pulling me further down the beach. "I don't mind at all!"

We walked for a few minutes until we found a nice stand of palm trees far away from anyone. It wasn't the most private spot, but it would do in the fading evening light. We got behind the trees and Ainsley lowered herself to her knees and undid my shorts. My hard cock popped out of my pants and bopped her lightly in the nose.

"Wow! You're really eager! I know Nicole is saving herself for marriage, but you should at least be getting a BJ from someone now and then to release all this pent up energy!"

I wanted so badly to shut her up by shoving my cock down her throat, but I just smiled and said, "Well, thank you for doing it now!"

"No problem!" Then the blonde fashion model leaned forward and slipped her thick lips over the head of my cock.

It was heaven. Nicole was hot as hell, and being around her for a solid week with no sexual release had been driving me crazy. Obviously I had taken care of myself a few times, including some nights that I looked up pictures of Ainsley, but nothing beat a real mouth on a real hot woman.

I let her play with the tip of my cock a little bit, but I couldn't stand her slow pace. Without even thinking about it, I grabbed her head and pushed her deeper onto my hard cock.

She pulled back. "Hey, not so rough!"

"Sorry!" I said with a polite smile, letting go. I didn't want to let go. I wanted to shove her onto my cock so hard her throat was doing all the work. I wanted to push her onto her back and fuck her stupid while explaining that her hot body was built for getting fucked and that was all she was good for. I wanted to fuck her, dominate her, make her my ****, and teach her to beg like the bitch she is, things that I'd never considered possible before the app, but were suddenly attainable.

Ainsley at least took the hint and picked up the pace. She was damn good at sucking cock. I don't know how she could move her tongue like that with her mouth stuffed full, but she did. It felt amazing. I only took a few minutes to blow my load in my mouth. She sucked it all down like a champ.

When I was fully done, she pulled my shorts back up my legs and stood up. "There, all done! Feel better?"

"Much better!" I said. "You go back to the restaurant first. I need a minute to catch my breath."

"Okay!" She turned around and walked back down the beach. I watched her round ass swing in her tight skirt as she walked away.

I half expected my new plan to fuck and dominate all these hot, rich bitches to fade away now that I'd gotten some sexual satisfaction. It didn't. I still felt determined to take everything from them.