No, but another opportunity arrived.

"You're leaving now?" I asked, holding Nicole's waist.

"I'm sorry," said Nicole. "We want to go to dinner first, then a show, then we're going to really get the party going!"

We were standing in front of the hotel. The girls were getting into a couple of jeeps, about to head over the bumpy road to town. Opal started to get into the first jeep, the one that Nicole would be riding in. However, Simone stopped her and pointed at the other jeep where Ainsley was waiting.

"Come on, Simone, she's my friend too!" pleaded Opal. "I've barely gotten to talk to her the whole trip!"

Simone just glared at her silently and kept pointing at the other jeep.

Nicole rolled her eyes, then leaned in and whispered into my ear. "I don't know what's going on between those two, but I'm getting tired of it."

I leaned in and gave her a small kiss, pulling back quickly even though she clearly wanted more. I wanted more too after spending all day around these teasing bitches in their hot bikinis. However, I needed to act like a gentleman just a little longer. "Don't worry about them. This is your wedding! It's all about you!"

"Aw! You're so sweet!" said Nicole. Then she looked over my shoulder and said, "Oh boy, that's not good!"

I turned around. An Asian couple was walking towards us.

Nicole whispered, "That's Simone's dad and his new wife. Their flight got in early and they ambushed us after the balloon ride. I had to spend ten minutes standing between Simone and her new step-mom to keep her from strangling the woman. We need to go!"

Just then Simone noticed the couple walking towards us. She looked at Opal and said, "Shit! Fine, get in the jeep. I'll ride with Ainsley. Let's just go quickly!"

"Bye, honey! Love you!" said Nicole as she jumped in her jeep. The vehicles took off.

I turned back around towards the couple. I recognized the man from all the Forbes articles I'd read while researching Nicole's friends. Simon Ito was Japanese-American, only the second generation of his family to live in America, but coming from very old Japanese money. His small glasses gave him an odd, super-nerd look, and the fact that he was wearing a full suit at an island resort was really weird.

Next to him was a woman that I had paid even more attention to in my research. Not because she was in control of the money or especially useful to my plans in any way. It was because she was fucking hot. Simon Ito definitely had a type, and Elise Ito fit it perfectly. She was a French woman of Vietnamese heritage, and she was incredibly hot. Big ass, narrow waist, big tits, and an incredibly sexy face. She was only a couple of years older than Simone, but she was Simone's fourth step-mother, and almost certainly not the last. She was also even sexier in person than the pictures I'd seen online, especially in that tight, black dress.

"Excuse me," said Mr. Ito. "Was that Simone?"

I smiled and grabbed his hand, shaking it firmly. "You must be Mr. Ito, Simone's father! Yes, she just left out with my beautiful bride and the other bride's maids. I'm sorry, but they're not going to be back until very late."

Mr. Ito looked extremely disappointed, but his young wife didn't react at all. She ran her finger up and down his arm as he held her waist tightly.

"That's too bad," said the short, grey haired man. "I would have loved to spend some time with her."

It never hurts to form contacts with another potential mark, so I said, "I'll tell you what, I'm all alone for the evening. Have dinner with me! Nicole has had so many great things to say about Simone's wonderful father, I feel like I know you already! I'd love to hear about your life!"

He brightened up considerably. "Yes, that sounds wonderful!"

"Is that okay with you?" I asked, looking at his young wife.

She looked at me blankly and said, "T'es qui toi?"

"I'm very sorry, but she doesn't speak English," said Mr. Ito. "Don't worry about it, she'll figure out what we're doing when we get to the restaurant."

Mr. Ito spent the whole meal telling one boring story after another. Some were about his dreams of being a baseball player when he was young, some were about his boat, and some I couldn't even tell you because I zoned out. Elise just stared at him as she ate her food, occasionally rubbing his neck or blowing in his ear. He always laughed and squeezed her hand when she did this.

"...and that's how I convinced the manufacturer to give us a special bulk rate on the chips we needed for our new electric cars!" said Mr. Ito.

"Fascinating!" I said, having no idea what he was talking about. As long as I said something complimentary when he paused, he never noticed that I wasn't listening.

Suddenly, there was a change in Elise. She got a blank expression, similar to when I tell a big story and the Sophistry Generator kicks in to make someone believe it. Except I'd barely said a word and there was no BS charge. Then she looked at me and smiled. What was going on?

Mr. Ito didn't notice. "Let me tell you about the time I worked with another car company to standardize our- Hold on! My phone is buzzing." He got up and walked away from our table as he pulled out his phone.

Elise kept staring at me, smiling that charming smile. I wasn't sure what was happening, but she scooted her chair closer to mine and put a hand on my arm.

I glanced at Mr. Ito, but he had his back to us. I smiled back at his young wife. "So, do you speak any English at all?"

She smiled, tilted her head to the side, and said, "Désolée, je comprends pas."

Did Mr. Ito speak French? It was hard to tell, he hadn't said a word to his wife all evening.

She leaned in closer to me and said, "T'as une grosse bite, yes?"

I only understood "yes" and that didn't do much good. The word right before it sounded like "beet", but I doubted she was talking about a vegetable. I smiled and shrugged.

Elise held her hands wide apart and said, "Grosse."

Okay, that seemed to mean "big". I nodded.

She made a jacking off motion and said, "Bite!"

Oh. She meant cock. Big cock. I put a hand on her leg under the table and nodded.

She glanced at her husband to make sure he was still looking away, then moved her hand to my crotch. Her eyes went wide and she said, "Je le savais! T'as l'air du genre à avoir une grosse bite!"

"Un huh, sure. Whatever you just said!"

From off to the side we could barely hear Mr. Ito saying, "No, we can't just fire all of them and hire some scabs. That's illegal. Well, not unless we... Hold on, I'll have to call you back." Elise and I were a respectable distance apart again by the time he turned around. "I'm sorry, Will, but I need to do a video conference and it might take awhile. Would you mind entertaining my wife for a bit?"

"Absolutely, sir!" I said.

As soon as he was gone, Elise grabbed my hand and said, "Ramène-moi dans ta chambre et bourre moi la chatte jusqu'à l'inconscience, okay?"

I didn't need to know what she said to know what she wanted.

As soon as we were in my room she grabbed me and pulled me into the most intense kiss of my life. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off me as she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. Somehow she got the rest of my clothes off without breaking the kiss for more than a second at a time.

When I was completely naked she pushed me back onto the bed. She swayed her hips in a little dance and started to reach behind her back for the zipper to her dress.

"Wait!" I said, holding up my hand to be clear. She stopped moving, looking slightly confused. I hopped off the bed and got my burner phone out of my pocket. I set it up on the dresser like I had with Opal and started recording another video. Then I got back in the bed and said, "Okay!"

Elise nodded and smiled. She turned to the phone and waved. "Bonjour, celui qui regarde ça! Je suis sur le point d'avoir une très grosse bite! Ce sera tellement amusant!" Despite not being able to understand her, I could tell from her enthusiasm and ease that she filmed herself having sex a lot and this was part of her routine. Then she turned back to me and started moving her hips again.

Watching her disrobe was amazing. Her body was perfect. Her breasts were almost as big as Simone's and they were incredible. Her pussy was completely hairless, and her lips were tight and already wet.

She crawled onto the bed, climbing over me as she moved forward. I thought she was going to kiss me, but she kept moving past that point and shoved her big tits into my face. She twisted her shoulders back and forth, slapping my cheeks with her dangling tits.

"Holy fuck, Mr. Ito has great taste in women!"

I grabbed her round ass and rolled her over so that I was on top of her. She laughed and brushed her long, black hair out of her face. I sucked on one of her nipples, then the other nipple. She pressed them together, making sure I had easy access to them.

After a minute of this, she pushed me back and said, "Je veux sentir ton braquemart au fond de ma gorge!"

I shrugged. "Okay. Whatever it is, you haven't had any bad ideas so far."

Elise pushed me back on the bed, then moved down to my crotch and grasped my cock. She stared at me with her smoldering eyes, stuck out her tongue, and slapped my dick against it several times. Then she put in in her mouth.

Her eyes went wide as she started sucking me off. She moaned loudly and sucked very enthusiastically.

"God, you're a fucking eager cock sucker!"

She ignored me and kept going to town on my cock, moaning louder and louder. She rubbed my shaft with both hands as she sucked my head, like she was **** to get me off.

Before too long, I came, shooting my load into her eager Asian mouth. She screamed around my cock with each spurt, then rolled off of me after I finished.

"Oh mon Dieu! J'ai jamais eu de réaction comme ça en suçant une queue avant! C'était incroyable putain!"

I looked down and saw that her pussy was extremely wet. Had she just cum?

That's when I figured it out. Elise spent some time with Nicole and then me. She'd picked up the group belief that my cock was so good it could make a woman cum just from a blowjob. No beliefs were listed in the wedding party group yet because they hadn't spread to enough people, but that must be it. It happened at dinner when she got that blank expression. Not only that, but it had worked better than I'd imagined. It didn't just make her remember the blowjob as being fun, she fucking came just from me fucking her mouth!

Well, if she liked that, wait until I actually fucked her!

I wasn't ready to go again right away, but with all the stimulation I'd had lately and her hot body, I knew it wouldn't take long. Plus, within a few minutes she'd recovered enough to start kissing my chest and rubbing my crotch. Before too long I had her on her back, legs up in the air, as I was slamming my cock into her dripping wet pussy.

"Oui! Juste comme ça! Baise moi comme ça!"

I had no idea what she was saying, but I liked the way her breasts bounced back and forth as I rammed into her.

"Je me suis jamais sentie comme ça avant ! T'es tellement doué au pieu ! Je t'appartiens ! Tu peux faire de moi ta chienne pour toujours!"

Her French accent was fucking sexy as hell. I would have cum in two minutes if I hadn't blown a load inside her mouth first. When I did cum, her eyes rolled up in her head and her back arched as I came inside her. Then she passed out.

I was exhausted. That had been the most intense fuck of my life. It took me a few minutes to recover any energy. I **** myself to get out of the bed and stopped the video recording. When I turned around, Elise was on her knees in front of me.

"Encore, s'il te plaît?"

I pointed to the door and said, "It's been fun, but your husband's video call won't last forever."

She seemed to get the message, but she looked extremely disappointed. She put on her clothes with a pout, then smiled and put her arms around me. She said, "Tu veux bien me re-baiser plus tard? S'il te plaît? Je ferais tout ce que tu veux. Absolument tout."

All I knew was that I needed her to keep this quiet for a little while so it wouldn't mess up my plans. I nodded agreement to whatever she just said, then held my finger up to my lips and went, "Shhhh!"

Her eyes sparkled with comprehension. She held her finger up to her thick lips and made the same sound, then kissed me and left my room.

+25 BS. 55 Remaining.

I went back to my bed and immediately passed out in a delightful sex haze.