Chapter 5: Hanging with the Girls

“Okay, what’s with this…What are you doing?” Leighton asked, dropping her original question upon entering the servants’ quarters late the next morning.

Phineas froze while standing on a chair in front of the door to Jake’s room. His partner immediately raised a finger to his lips to indicate that the redhead should keep quiet. The stocky detective then pulled out his phone to type a brief message before turning it around to show the screen.

“I can save you the trouble. You’ll probably find plenty of–”

Up on the chair, Phinn palmed his face as Jake covered Leighton’s mouth with a hand. Raising a finger to his lips again, he pulled his hand off the young woman before typing another message that clarified what he meant by bugs.

“Oh,” Leighton nodded, reading the screen’s explanation about searching for listening devices.

“Yep, it was stifling in here last night. The bugs buzzing around didn’t help either. Do you have any of those bug repellent candles or zappers?” Jake asked, making small talk while motioning for her to do the same.

“Sure, uh, I think we have some in the kitchen closet,” Leighton replied, watching as Phinn now got onto his hands and knees to run a hand along the room’s baseboard.

“Thanks! Phinn always complains about insects,” Jake stated in an overly chipper way. Eventually, he sagged with relief as Phinn held a thumbs-up before typing a message on his phone. It read that he thought they were clean, but probably shouldn’t risk it. He also suggested they talk outside.

Agreeing, Leighton suggested they could have breakfast if Phinn had finished getting dressed. Jake took her made-up small talk as fact.

“Sounds great!”

And when they left their rooms to head down the corridor, Jake paused in the doorway to the kitchen while Leighton and Phineas walked further down the hallway. Stopping to find Jake gesturing into the kitchen, several rounds of silent conversations followed until a voice inside the room ended any debate.

“Leigh, is that you?”

“Good morning, Marie,” the redhead greeted upon popping her head into the doorway.

“Hello, boys. My, you three must be starving after sleeping through dinner last night,” the housekeeper/cook noted, waving them further inside. She immediately listed off several breakfast options.

“All of them,” Jake replied. “I’m so hungry, I could eat a horse.”

“Jake!” Leighton admonished, whipping around to glare at the teen, who threw his hands up defensively.

“It’s just an expression.”

“I know,” Marie chuckled. “This one’s a bit touchy as she loves her horse enough to take her everywhere.”

“Queenie loves our vacations down here as much as I do,” Leighton relayed, placing her hands on her hips.

“You brought a horse halfway across the country?” Jake asked in disbelief.

“Is that a problem for you?” the fiery redhead challenged.

“I’ll take something light. I had a late-night meal,” Phinn announced, ignoring the staredown.

“Ah, I wondered which of you ate a few of those sandwiches,” Marie admitted before adding she’d make Leighton’s favorite for her. “Also, if you get hungry during the day, feel free to eat the rest of those sandwiches. Only Benji will eat anything decent. But then, he feels guilty afterwards.”

“I’m planning to show the guys the hiking trails. We can always pack the sandwiches to take with us,” Leighton suggested, knowing that would please the cook.

“Would it be okay if we ate outside? Our rooms were quite warm last night,” Phinn inquired after Marie suggested they sit down at the kitchen table.

"Oh, can you tell Pais we're outside on the patio if she asks?" Leighton asked as Marie agreed to both requests.

Immediately, Phinn led the two still-bickering teens down the corridor and out the back door. He shushed Leighton’s opening question as he spotted a lone person on the patio near the pool. Adora Rose lay on her stomach on a lounge chair, wearing a bikini. Upon closer inspection, the bikini top had been unclasped to avoid tan lines.

“Morning, AD,” Leighton greeted as they approached the actress. “How did the trip go?”

“Hey, Leigh!” the dirty blonde greeted, raising her head. “Don’t tell Troy, but I don’t think he got the part.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I know he really wanted the role,” the redhead responded before motioning to the detectives. “I don’t think I had a chance to introduce my friends yesterday with all the commotion.”

“Of course!” Adora exclaimed, rolling over slightly to raise her upper body enough to study the two guys. The move displayed one of her bare breasts prominently.

Jake descended into a drunken-like stupor where his tongue stopped working upon seeing the perfect D-cup in all its glory. At the other end of the spectrum, Phinn offered the ex-teen actress a hand.

“Don’t say a word. I can already tell who is who. You’re Phineas, right?” Adora inquired, flashing a broad smile that turned pleased as Phinn admitted she’d guessed correctly. “It wasn’t much of a guess. Yvonne couldn’t stop gushing about how pleased she is with the diverse energy you bring to the gathering.”

“Oh, right, the gay thing,” Phinn muttered, mentally cursing Paisley.

“And this big guy must be Jake. Hello!”

“Jake…me…me…Jake…Love…ass…Dream…nipple…Lass.” Jake butchered his hello, causing Phinn to take over.

“He means that he loved you as Dream Lass on Power Prep. We both enjoyed the show.”

“I can tell,” Adora giggled before snapping her fingers at the entranced teen. “Always a pleasure to meet a fan.”

“No, I didn’t pleasure myself to you!” Jake blurted out, causing Leighton to slap his chest and Phinn to palm his face for the second time this morning.

“Right!” Adora winked knowingly before lowering her chest back to the lounge.

“What the hell is going on here?” an angry voice demanded.

“Simmer down, Troy. I’m introducing my friends to your girlfriend,” Leighton responded with a hint of annoyance.

Picking up on the tone, Phinn could tell the redhead was down to her last shred of patience with the clearly jealous boyfriend. And Adora seemed used to the behavior as she lazily told the tense man to relax.

“We didn’t get a chance to meet Leighton’s friends yesterday. You remember Yvonne discussing them at dinner.”

“Not really. I had other things on my mind.”

“It will be fine,” Adora stated, referring to the police interview. “This is Phineas, the gay friend, and the other is Jake, the football player.”

“Oh, yeah, now I remember. Hey, man,” Troy acknowledged Phinn with a nod before adding a less friendly “Hey” toward Jake.

“Yes, this is a more proper introduction than our first view of you,” Phinn said, ignoring Leighton’s quizzical expression. He wanted to test the struggling actor’s temper right out of the gate. “You were chasing a man with an ax.

“Yeah, that,” Troy reacted with a shrug. Then, he got more animated. “I didn’t do anything to get arrested. That damn paparazzi never leaves us alone.”

After catching an up-close view of Adora’s breast, Jake had two thoughts. First, he could understand why photographers wanted pictures of the once-popular actress, if she often sunbathed nude. Second, the paparazzi weren’t interested in Troy despite his saying us.

“How did the trip to the sheriff’s station go?” Phinn pressed.

“Tiring,” Adora responded. “Marty, my manager, had trouble finding a decent lawyer around this town. He eventually had somebody from Darlingport show up.”

“The questions and waiting for the ambulance chaser were all a fucking waste of time. I didn’t kill anyone!” Troy denied heatedly. “We were out of town when he was killed!”

“Baby, you know they don’t know when that poor man was killed,” Adora noted.

“How many times do I have to be asked about my alibi? I never met any strangers around here. How could I? Flamand wants to keep us locked up on these grounds. Even if I could get out and meet people, we were in Cali for the last several days!”

“The sheriff said they couldn’t be sure about the time of ****?” Phinn queried, directing the question toward the actress. “Did he say why?”

“Something about the initial examination being inconclusive. The lawyer Marty found for Troy mentioned that the heat and humidity make it difficult to pin down,” Adora replied. Suddenly, she spotted an item in Troy’s hand that changed the subject. “Babe, where did you find my pendant?”

Troy lifted a necklace with a transparent, yellowish stone at its center.

“It’s not the one you lost,” the boyfriend said, causing Adora’s excited expression to falter. “It’s a replacement Selene was looking to give you. I guess Flamand wanted to gift you another one. I insisted that she give it to me.”

Even a still mesmerized Jake picked up on the tension in Troy’s voice while he mentioned the spiritual advisor and his assistant. However, Phinn had another question on his mind at the moment.

“Is that citrine?”

“Why, yes, it is!” Adora confirmed, clearly excited that the teen recognized the quartz stone. “Jean-Paul is a believer in citrine’s powers. It’s supposed to attract prosperity, boost creativity, and promote positive energy. I think I lost my original pendant while in California last week, and I need its powers.”

“Adora is up for a big summer blockbuster role. It’s one of those comic book roles, and she’d play a traitor in a group of heroes–”

“Babe, don’t ruin the film for them before it’s even made!” the dirty blonde interrupted.

“Hey, I’m just saying those nerd movies make a ton of money, and it could be a great comeback role for you,” Troy pointed out.

“I’m not concerned with its potential box office,” Adora insisted before turning to address the two newcomers. “It’s the role that I want. I’ve never been cast as a villain, and it’s time. Villain roles are always more juicy to play.”

“Wow! Sooo hot,” Jake moaned, imagining the sexy blonde as a lusty supervillain.

“I’m sure you have the experience,” Phinn stated, referring to her old television character.

“That’s the thing. The director thinks my old Dream Lass role makes it a perfect shock value when my character’s betrayal is revealed. The producer supposedly wants someone else,” Adora admitted, holding up a pair of crossed fingers. “I can only hope and use whatever extra support I can get.”

With that line, the dirty blonde lifted her upper body again, moving her hair to allow her boyfriend to clasp the thin necklace chain around her neck. Jake resumed his stammering as a nude breast appeared again. Shaking her head, Leighton dragged him away while saying they needed to eat breakfast. While they'd been talking with the actors, Paisley had come outside to sit at an umbrellaed patio table.

“I didn’t bring you here to drool over the women,” Leighton hissed as she practically shoved Jake into a chair that placed his back to the actress. “So knock it off from now on.”

“He’ll be fine as long as they all don’t tan topless,” Phinn said, taking the seat that faced Adora’s direction.

The pair of cousins shared a look that Jake caught.

“What? They all do?!”

“Not really,” Leighton replied hastily.

“Catherine and Hazel only do it sometimes,” Paisley revealed.

“And that’s because AD and Portia are already tanning that way,” her cousin added, until she changed the subject. “Okay, what’s this about us getting **** yesterday?”

Taking the lead while his partner daydreamed, Phinn explained why they felt relatively certain about the reason for their sleepiness the previous day. After listing a past example of when they’d been ****, he pointed out that the lemonade waiting for them to return had been a perfect opportunity.

“Hang on. Somebody **** us just to search your bags? They could’ve waited until we went on a hike or were busy,” Leighton argued.

“True. However, it’s possible the person behind it wanted us out of the way last evening as well,” Phinn speculated. Next, he addressed the ice queen. “Since Leighton was likely too groggy, did you hear anyone out in the pool late last night?”

“Possibly. Why? We often have late-night swimmers,” Paisley revealed.

“Ah, but are all of them a buck naked Jean-Paul?”

“What?!”

“Eww!” the pale blonde squealed after her cousin’s gasp.

Phinn proceeded to fill in the girls about what he saw last night as Jake finally returned to reality. He revealed what initially drew him outside, how long he waited for Flamand to exit the pool, and how the man walked past him.

After her initial disgust, Paisley recovered in time to deliver a biting remark about Phineas watching the naked spiritual advisor. Commenting that maybe she’d been correct about his sexual orientation, the pale blonde received an admonishment from Leighton.

“Pais!” the redhead shrieked.

“Weren’t you returning home today?” the bespectacled sleuth inquired dryly.

“Not after my cousin got ****,” Paisley replied sharply. Evidently, she preferred to go home and was pissed that she couldn’t.

“Enough. Can’t you two please get along for a few minutes?” Leighton challenged. “Now, where did JP go?”

Phinn recounted how the man walked over to the barn while still naked. After describing his dilemma, the scrawny detective recounted the second person’s appearance and how he had to crawl in the drainage ditch along the driveway to reach the barn unseen.

“Unfortunately, when I reached the barn, Flamand decided to march back to the main house. And, yes, he was still naked.”

“So you think this second person was a woman?” Leighton double-checked.

“I’m fairly certain based on their size. Although they wore a baggy, hooded robe or something,” Phinn admitted.

After Marie called out that their breakfast was ready, the four teens went to get their food and bring it back to the patio table. While eating, they discussed possible reasons why Flamand went to the barn in that fashion and speculated about the identity of the person who followed him. Despite the girls and Jake's suggestion that it could have been a secret late-night rendezvous, Phinn adamantly insisted the follower never entered the barn. He thought they circled the outside while attempting to peer inside.

“We need to conduct a search inside the barn,” Phinn announced. “But in a way that goes unnoticed.”

“I can always make it look like I’m introducing you to the horses in the stables behind the barn,” Leighton suggested.

While they finished breakfast, Portia and Hazel joined Adora to sunbathe during the slightly cooler late-morning temperatures. Making plans to explore the hiking trails after they finished searching the barn, the foursome headed across the grass until a voice from behind stopped them.

“Good morning! Fancy a trip with your horse, Leighton?” Catherine Dall inquired. “It seems like a perfect day for a ride.”

The golden blonde actress strode across the grass in a red, short-sleeved polo shirt and dark brown equestrian pants. Both tight garments showcased the cougar’s impressive curves, complemented by a pair of thigh-high boots and a helmet in her hand, which finished off the ensemble.

While Jake gulped at the image of the older woman’s Double Ds bouncing while riding a horse, Phinn quickly scrambled to convey an idea to Leighton.

“You should go ahead,” the brown-haired detective suggested to the redhead. “Jake hasn’t been out riding in years.”

“Huh?” the blond-haired athlete sounded, snapping out of his latest daydream.

“Oh, maybe. Are you heading out right this minute?” Leighton asked the older actress.

“Soon. But I’d love company,” the tall, buxom woman replied in a friendly tone. Her gaze was even friendlier as it ran over Jake’s fit figure.

“Go ahead,” Phinn insisted, nudging Leighton.

“Uh, we’d need to get changed,” she said, unsure of what game Phineas played.

“I can wait,” Catherine called over her shoulder while raising her helmet.

“Damn,” Jake muttered as he noticed the different material along the butt and inner thighs of the golden blonde’s riding pants.

“I thought you wanted to search the barn,” Leighton questioned once Catherine was out of hearing range.

“I do, but Catherine was with Jean-Paul and his assistant when we found the body, and Troy chased that man. I’m curious about how much he was in the dark about everything,” Phinn explained. “You three can go with her and ask questions.”

“I do not ride horses,” Paisley declared stiffly.

“She used to, until she fell off when we were little,” Leighton explained, leading them back to the grand house.

“Wait, can I get seriously hurt?” Jake questioned, sounding concerned.

“You’ll be fine,” Phinn replied, despite offering no reasons for the guarantee.

“Good morning,” Yvonne greeted her nieces and their friends as they walked down the home’s main hallway. “What are your plans for this glorious day?”

“Jake and I are joining Cat for a horse ride,” Leighton relayed.

“Stars and garters! That sounds wonderful!” Yvonne clapped. “What about you, Phineas?”

“Uh, I’m not sure,” the brainy investigator responded, freezing up at the woman’s chipper cheerfulness.

“Holy cats! You should join us,” the strawberry blonde suggested. “Jean-Paul and Selene are taking Karter out into the forest for his session, and Benji and Troy are taking advantage to head to the store. We can make it a girls' day around the pool. You, too, honey. You can use some sun.”

“I’m not sure, Aunt Vonnie. I burn easily,” Paisley reminded, seeking an escape.

“Nonsense! I want to chat with you and your friend. Now, scoot and put on swimsuits!” Yvonne ordered, slapping her niece’s and Phinn’s butts.

Returning to their quarters, Jake shot his partner a pleading look.

“Nope. You get to go with Leighton and Catherine. We need information.”

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“Ooh!” Yvonne moaned as Phinn slathered more sunscreen onto the thirty-four-year-old woman’s skin before mixing it into her pores.

The scrawny sleuth knew Jake might explode with jealousy once he found out that Phinn ended up with his dream day. Okay, his best friend would definitely explode from envy after hearing about the sights Phinn found himself among. So far, he’d joined four gorgeous women alongside the pool, all wearing skimpy bikinis, and no top in Adora’s case. With no supposedly straight men in sight, the dirty blonde bunched up her candy red string bikini bottoms into a makeshift thong to lessen any tan lines. Honestly, Phinn knew he’d have to downplay the variety of asses sticking into the air when he reported any findings to Jake. Curvy and plump mixed with tight and toned.

Dropping a funny curse upon spotting Phinn’s pale skin, Yvonne had already applied a healthy dose of protective sunblock to the teen’s back before revealing it was her turn. Now, as he spread the liquid around the edges of the strawberry blonde’s cream-colored bikini, Phinn surveyed the other women. Lying next to Adora, Portia had the second most risque look. A navy blue bandeau top with a tied front and matching thong bottoms, the strapless bikini struggled to contain her large D-cups. Despite claims of Phinn’s preference for men thanks to Paisley, the socialite’s blue eyes held a mischievous glint whenever they fell onto the teen.

On the Savoy heiress’s other side, Hazel wore an off-the-shoulder blue and white checkered bikini with matching bottoms that threatened to slide down her caramel-colored legs. A cute, yet sexy look, the outfit seemed to match the shy, model-like woman’s personality. Phinn made a mental note to discover the dark-skinned woman’s occupation while Portia teased her recently acquired friend.

“Seriously, I know a top-tier plastic surgeon. He can turn those Bs into phenomenal Ds, if not solid-looking Double Ds.”

“Wait, those aren’t real?” Hazel gasped as Portia raised her chest off the chair.

“Honey, these are all-natural. I’m talking about my friends who used this doctor,” the buxom brown-haired beauty recounted. “Shit, even a few of their moms used this guy.”

“Um, I’m fine with these girls,” Hazel stated, lifting herself up to cup one of her medium-sized breasts.

“What do you think, Phineas? Are Hazel’s mini-mounds good enough for you?”

“Porty! Gosh, Phineas isn’t into women that way,” Yvonne reminded, shaking her head.

“Oh, I don’t know. I think I can turn any boy back to at least bi,” the busty vixen proclaimed, winking at Phinn after removing her eyes from his half-hard package. “It sounds like he’s about to make you match your bikini color with those moans.”

“Crickets!” Yvonne exclaimed, her face blushing.

“So, have the paparazzi been a problem around here lately?” Phinn queried, seeking to deflect attention from his growing excitement as his hands slid around Yvonne’s cream-colored bottoms to apply sun lotion to her curvy cheeks.

“Not that we know of,” Hazel replied first.

“Troy’s paranoid,” Portia said dismissively. “We had more attention when I took Haze and Cat out on my family’s yacht last month. Daddy had to buy those topless shots back for a decent sum.”

“He’s not paranoid. Troy’s just worried that one of them followed us back from California. The studio is trying to keep the casting under wraps, but I might have been seen,” Adora explained.

“That boy’s paranoid for sure, but it’s about losing you,” Portia remarked, sitting up. Reaching for the ties in the front of her strapless bikini, she caught Phinn’s attention before pulling. “Hey, Cabana Boy, how about you do my back next?”

Phinn suddenly felt like Jake, gulping as the pair of ample tits popped free.

“Jesus, Porty,” Adora sounded, shaking her head at her friend’s blatant behavior. “You'd better hope nobody is in the woods with a camera. Your father will ship you off to a convent at this rate.”

“Oh, did Troy suggest you play a nun rather than a slutty, two-timing supervillain beside Dirk Braddock?” the socialite sassed back.

"You're playing opposite Dirk Braddock? You didn't tell me that, AD!" Hazel squealed. “I’m sooo jealous!”

“I haven’t gotten the role yet.”

“But when you do, Troy knows he’s on the way out.”

“Leaping lizards! That’s not—Adora!” Yvonne shifted her scolding as the young actress sat up to deliver a stinging slap to the socialite’s bubble butt.

“That’s what Dirk will be doing to you soon,” Portia promised. “Or he’ll dock his dirk in your back door.”

“Migawd! When’s the last time you got laid?” Hazel questioned as Portia snapped her fingers at Phinn to start on her upper back.

“Hopefully soon enough,” the brunette shot back. “What’s the deal with your buddy? Is Jake big all around?”

“What’s the matter? Aren’t the other men around here up to your low standards?” Phinn shot back, hoping for dirt on the Karter, Benji, and Jean-Paul.

“Ooh! Nice one!” Adora praised, leaning over to fist-bump Phinn.

“Feisty queen, aren’t you?” Portia challenged, twisting her neck to appraise the teen.

“Benji’s sweet,” Hazel answered.

“A mess of a neurotic sweetheart,” Portia added.

“Ben’s cute with his boyish charm,” Adora admitted. “If he lost a few pounds, he could land more roles. That’s if he also didn’t get so flummoxed during auditions.”

“What about tech bro?” Phinn inquired, running each of his hands along Portia’s sides to feel her bulging breasts.

“Oh, you nailed Karter on the head there,” Adora laughed.

“He’s such a pig. Fucker suggested a funding partnership with me for his next app,” the socialite recounted. “To seal the deal, he wanted his cock sucked.”

“It’s not worth it,” Hazel admitted from experience.

“Yeah, Haze’s poor taste in men let the Turd get between her legs before she realized what a piece of shit he is,” Portia revealed.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Phinn replied, feeling awful for the young woman as she cringed in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry. That’s part of Jean-Paul’s therapy. Helping Haze deal with the trauma she experienced in the music industry,” Adora said before raising a fist in solidarity. “Plus, we have her back. She’ll be an actress in no time.”

Phinn wanted to ask further about Hazel's job in music and Flamand's therapy, but Portia's order for him to lift up for a second caused a momentary distraction. The busty, rich woman flipping over onto her back caused the question to slip from the teen's mind as he found himself sitting on her waist while staring down at her huge tits.

“We don’t want these prizes burning,” Portia declared. First, she grabbed the bottle of sunblock, squeezing out a large amount on each sun-kissed globe. Then, she reached for Phinn’s hands to slap them down onto her flesh.

"Uh, what type of stone is that?" Phinn inquired, noticing the whitish, pale blue stone pendant. Under different circumstances, he might have recognized the mineral inside the brunette's deep cleavage valley.

“Selenite,” Portia replied. “Jean-Paul said it’s for cleansing and purifying one’s soul. It’s also supposed to generate a positive mindset and balance my energy.”

“Do you all have similar pendants?” Phinn asked, glancing at the back of Hazel’s neck while his hands unintentionally squeezed Portia’s rack. He’d already discussed Adora’s with her previously and noticed Yvonne’s.

“Jean-Paul is generous with his gifts for helping us,” Yvonne declared. “Mine is rose quartz. It’s often called the stone of love.”

“I received malachite,” Hazel said, adjusting her chain to display the bright copper green mineral. “Not only does it promote emotional healing, but it also negates negative energy.”

“Ah, I see,” Phinn wanted to inquire further, but he didn’t have an opportunity.

“What the fuck is happening here?!” a new voice shrieked.

“Gooseberries! Watch your language, dear,” Yvonne admonished her niece as all eyes turned toward the late arrival.

“Took you long enough,” Adora commented, scanning the uppity teen’s classic emerald bikini.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m getting your future boyfriend ready to plow your prissy fields,” Portia teased.

“Eww!”

“Dagnabbit, Porty!”

“Sorry, Vonnie. But even you need to admit that your niece needs to get that broomstick out of her butt.”

“And we know what you want to replace it,” Adora mumbled, so their host didn’t hear.

“Phineas is obnoxious…and gay,” Paisley added hastily while taking the lounge chair on Adora’s other side.

“I don’t know about that. Phinny might be struggling with his identity,” Portia noted, flashing that mischievous smile again while using her hands to help his massage her tits.

Applying lotion to her front while sitting on the chair, Paisley looked over because of the odd comment. The ice queen's eyes widened before she blushed and turned to face the pool. Another quick eye dart confirmed the bulging tent in the teen detective’s swim trunks.

“Oh! Um, would you like anything?” Marie inquired, appearing in a canary yellow bikini. She side-eyed Phinn’s fingers digging into Portia’s tit-flesh while addressing Yvonne.

“No, we still have the water you brought before. So, join us,” the strawberry blonde insisted.

“Once I’m finished with my duties, I will,” Marie replied, going back inside.

“Heavens to Betsy! That’s enough, Porty,” Yvonne said, still thinking Phinn innocently applied sunblock rather than the nipple pinching he performed. “Paisley needs her back done.”

“What?! No, I don’t!” the pale blonde insisted as she blushed more.

“That’s a splendid idea!” the buxom brunette exclaimed, smirking up at the stunned teen as she removed his hands from her tits.

“Hey, I can use a touch-up over here,” Adora announced, gesturing to her back.

“I can do you, darling,” Portia offered as she pushed the teen off her lap. “Phineas and Paisley have a date with destiny.”

“I don’t want him touching me!”

“Horse pucky, Paisley! Apologize for your rudeness,” Yvonne ordered, glancing over.

“Yeah, it’s not like you’re going to catch cooties from the kid,” Portia said, straddling Adora’s legs.

Phinn didn’t do the same as he knelt next to Paisley’s chair. Before he could pick up a bottle, several squirts of lotion flew through the air to land on the pale blonde’s shoulder and back.

“Hey!”

“Sorry. We’ll let Phinn’s cream spurt you the next round,” Portia teased.

“Who’s we?” Adora asked, glaring behind her at the brunette.

Phinn spent several minutes gingerly rubbing sunblock around Paisley’s skin as lightly as possible. The ice queen constantly shifted in annoyance at his every touch. Her tight, squirming ass kept drawing the investigator’s attention.

“C’mon, kid. You gotta get your hands moving more. Paisley’s got fair skin,” Portia reminded, reaching over to unclasp the pale blonde’s emerald bikini.

“Hey!”

“You do burn easily, honey!” Yvonne called over, not entirely aware of what was happening.

“Here, do it like this. I’ll show you,” Portia said, using her left hand to grab Phinn’s while her right danced around the edges of Adora’s bikini bottoms. The dirty blonde moaned slightly as she felt her friend’s finger run along her lower lips.

Refusing to do the same to Paisley, Phinn tugged his hand away from the manipulative heiress to apply lotion to the ice queen's now exposed upper back. The bespectacled teen's decision to kneel next to Paisley rather than straddle her backfired as it provided Portia easy access.

“What the–”

“Shh!” the socialite hushed while pulling Phinn’s dick from out of his swim trunks.

“Nice!” the experienced cockhandler praised, scanning the teen’s slim, yet lengthy cock.

“Porty!” Adora gasped after glancing over her shoulder. “He’s not into that.”

“Please. This cock is happy for any hand. I can tell from its throbbing.”

Despite her attempts to ignore the two women and the obnoxious know-it-all from her rival school, Paisley looked over at the hissed whispers. Her blue eyes bugged out upon meeting the long dick being stroked next to her leg.

Up and down, Portia’s hand slid along the teen’s cock. With sunscreen providing the lubricant, she increased her pace. As her hand worked in a whirl, slapping against Phinn’s skin as she fapped away, Adora and Paisley were riveted to the scene playing out. Licking her lips, Adora started to wonder if Portia might be right about the new guest playing both ways. As for Paisley, she watched in amazement as Phineas somehow managed to get a handjob from a gorgeous harlot despite her best efforts to brand him as gay.

As Portia’s coated hand adjusted to encircle his rod with a tighter grip, she leaned close to Phinn’s ear. Darting her tongue out, she sucked his earlobe before revealing a golden nugget of information.

“I know you’re not really gay,” the buxom brunette whispered before swirling her tongue around his ear. “I overheard the cousins arguing about it yesterday after introductions.”

Catching her breath, the socialite picked up the stroking of his shaft again to a furious, slapping pace. Despite some risk to the cover story created by Paisley, Phinn found himself powerless to resist Portia's manipulative services.

“This…cock…is going to replace…that broomstick…in her cunt,” Portia moaned between breathy gasps for air. Phinn didn’t know it, but the oversexed brunette neared an orgasm of her own.

Pumping at an insane pace, the slapping of flesh threatened to alert Yvonne as Hazel already craned her neck to stare over in shock. Adora had also shifted to watching while partly lying on her side as she fingered herself.

“The only...question is…if you want…Leighton’s…pussy too.”

The implication of her words and physical ministrations caused Phinn to explode. Warm spurts of cum landed on the ice queen’s back, bikini-covered ass, and right leg. Feeling the warm spunk on her skin caused Paisley to shudder as a horrifying orgasm sent electricity throughout her body.

“Ohmigawd!” Yvonne screamed.

Fearing they’d been busted, everyone’s head swung over to face the strawberry blonde. Rather than staring at her male guest in shock, Yvonne rose from her chair while pointing far off. Eventually, as they shifted their attention, the rest of the group spotted a riderless horse.

“That’s Queenie!” Paisley exclaimed. “She’d never return without Leigh…unless…”

“Something happened to Leighton!” Yvonne screeched, racing around the pool in the direction of her niece’s beloved horse.

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