Meet Lulu's videographer Lyla in the garden

You're back once more, before the weekend, to adjust the chemical balance of Lulu Mariner's pool. Back at the pool company office, Myrna pumps you for information. Having looked up Lulu Mariner's lifestyle channel feed, Myrna squeaked and closed the window, but not before you caught a glimpse of Lulu's naked buttocks in a flattering rear-angle view, shining with oil in the slanting afternoon sunlight, with the pool house door in the background.

"She's nice, I guess," you tell Myrna. "A good customer. But her lifestyle channel isn't aimed at me, it's aimed at you."

Myrna's mouth hangs open for a moment. "Was she like that when you were there? Prancing around naked?"

"The first day. It was kinda cute, but that's her thing, like you saw." You wave at Myrna's video screen. "But I stuck to business. Today she just waved at me before I left."

Lulu had just waved, and said "See you Saturday!"

"Here's the kit, Mrs. Campion," you tell Anne.

Anne nods as she looks through the nylon bag with zip sections, mesh pockets, and nested containers.

Anne's massage therapist Sarabeth had made up a packing list of things to bring to a sex party, designed around not knowing if the host had provided anything. It was a lot like the packing list Sarabeth would bring to an out-call massage session, with wipes, creams, oils, towels, and sheets, substituting out some of the tools and toys, and adding a few extras like drinking water and bottled tea.

"Oo nice, I like the orange blossom one," Anne said, looking at the scented oils. "But maybe Lulu already has her favorites."

"Sarabeth said these were the ones Lulu was just talking about from her influencer channel." You point out a few still-sealed bottles.

Anne smirks. "Ah ha, well now, I remember when these were the fashion. Vanilla, ginger, caramel scents. Amber essence, that might as well be clover honey. Like a girl with a label that says EAT ME. Lulu is not subtle."

"No ma'am. Mrs. Campion."

"Say that again."

"Mrs. Campion?"

Anne catches you in a tight embrace and covers your face with kisses. "Grr grr grr grr," she growls between kisses. "House boy. Hooouuussse boyyyyy." Her dark red hair brushes your skin as she nuzzles you and rubs her face over your cheeks and chin.

Anne breaks out into laughter, and you laugh along with her. It's wonderful and ridiculous that your fiancée is trading your services to Lulu Mariner to swing a deal on using Lulu's rented mansion as the grounds for your lazy stay-cation honeymoon. Especially since you couldn't hang onto a girlfriend at the beginning of the summer.

Now you're Anne's pet, baby daddy, and husband-to-be. Mr. Campion, she's already calling you. And you have Anne's divorce lawyer, Ulva Lupino, a mean ball-buster in the courtroom, wanting you as her play-toy to bitch-fuck her until she squirts.

With Anne's full blessing.

The front door opens.

"You two. At it again!" Ulva calls.

Anne looks over but doesn't let go. "You wish you saw him first, Counselor."

"Why should I want to own your blushing boy, Anne, when you're so generous with him, and Joe is so pleasantly reliable? Especially when you're the one who's carrying his baby. And you're so damned happy with the whole thing. I need to see some of that in the world, you know?"

"Point to you, Counselor," Anne says. She still sounds smug.

Ulva has a key to Anne's new place. The two of them have hit it off as more than lawyer and client. You're part of the attraction, but they enjoy each other's company for enthusiastic trash-talking.

"C'mon, Joe-boy," Ulva says. "Chop chop, time to go."

You hear them laughing together as you take the go-bag to Anne's car.

You end up parked on a bench in Lulu's garden as she, Ulva, and Anne hash out the details of the sublet. You can hear their voices from inside., faintly through the window with occasional ripples of laughter. Probably going well.
Someone comes out and calls for you.

"Joe? They're almost ready for you."

You look around. It's a silver-haired pixie of a woman with a buzz cut and a sun-lined face, wearing a photographer's vest with many mesh pockets, some deeper than others.

She looks like your grandmother, if she was a butch dyke in a work vest, black high top aerobic shoes.

No shirt. You see small soft breasts under her vest, and skin freckled with many years of sunshine.

And no pants. She has a cute little belly over a smoothly waxed mound with a tattoo of an angry black cat. Black leather straps circle her hips and loop between her legs.

The silver haired pixie steps up while you're staring and sticks out a hand for you to shake. Her grip is firm. Her hand is a little oily.

"Lyla," she introduces herself. "Lulu's videographer. Flying robot mechanic. Errand girl." She smirks. "Rubdown artist. Strap-on top."

"Pleased to meet you, Lyla. I'm Joseph Campion. Lulu's pool boy. Anne's, well..."

Lyla cackles. "Errand boy, Ken doll, and dick in a box. You want to work on your poker face, Joe. You're adorable. Now Lulu wants me to shadow you when the party starts. I'm going to fade back, use the zoom, but if I step up for a tight camera shot, I'm the Invisible Woman. Got it?"

"Okay, Lyla, you're the invisible eyes. How long have you been with Lulu?"

"Since she helped me kick a bad habit. I owe Lulu my life. My job. Everything."

"I kinda love that, actually."

"You're sweet."

Lulu calls from inside. "Bring him in!"

"Naked?" Lyla asks.

"Of course naked," Lulu calls out.

Lyla pulls a rolled canvas tote bag from her vest and opens it up. "Joe?"

"Right. Let's not keep the ladies waiting."

You don't have a lot to take off. Your shoes and clothes go into the bag. The garden pavement is warm under your bare feet. There's a laugh from indoors. Your dick lofts to full hardness.

"Beautiful," Lyla says. "Are you getting hard for little old me?"

"I cannot tell a lie. Yes ma'am. But ask my fiancée first."

"I did. Keep me in mind."

Lyla leads you back inside.

Ulva, Anne, and Lulu are waiting for you, all of them naked.

Anne mouths a word at you, silently. Houuuuse.

Well here you are, Anne's dick in a box. Time to get the party started .

You have 1 XP, Hard +2 (with Fucking Huge), Hot +2 (with Charming), Cool 0, Control -1, and the Character Moves Always Hard and Group Sex.

Roll +HARD(+2) 3x, using FUCK HER, for Ulva, Anne, and Lulu. With Always Hard, you don't need to pause even if you cum.

Rolls: 2d6 + 2 3x = 8, 9, 8, or with+2 10, 11, 10.

For each, choose 3 from FUCK HER.

• She cums
• No trouble, screaming or fainting;
• Take +1 Forward or Fuck her ass.