Blended TML Ch 18

Some of the rentals have a paddle boat, a canoe, kayaks, or something, but the Jameson-Dunham cabin does not. It still has a dock, accessible by a charming little wooden walkway. The view of the lake is nice in the daylight, but even better at night because there are four major resorts on the far side. Those bright lights make everything seem festive, and there’s often music drifting across, like a faint scent or taste of party vibes.

Even in unbearably hot weather, it’s the perfect place for cold drinks.

Piper and Mary sit in deck chairs at the end of the dock, soaking that up. The only risk is falling asleep because they’re so tired, but Piper knows that she has calculated correctly. This is a reminder for Mary of how nice and serene this place can be. Although from the two bikini tops that they found discarded out here, it seems like things weren’t so serene last night.

Speaking of swimsuits, it’s not as though Piper’s never seen Mary in one before, but she’s not sure she’s ever been up close to it this way before. The alcohol isn’t helping. Piper is busty enough that she gets an advantage with men and some mild discomfort and inconvenience as a trade-off. Mary had a bigger chest even before she gained ten pounds after having kids. Piper’s chest has been called a distraction. Mary’s is a menace.

Kayla and Bella are similarly gifted, but that’s different. Their skin, their shape—Piper can’t put her finger on it. All she knows is that it takes discipline not to stare at Mary under these specific circumstances. Piper keeps that under control. Everything is going according to plan.

The sound of the sliding doors carries on the quiet air, and Piper has to twist to see what’s going on. It’s those women, silhouetted attractively against the lights in the house. They are not part of the plan. Piper has looked at the copies of their IDs. The glittery one is Brise Peralta, age 25, Nevada license. The other one is Katya Karimova, age 26, New Jersey license.

They could be a threat, or they might be helpful. It’s impossible to say.

Slides slapping, Brise excitedly flails her way down the walkway. “Look how cute this is!”

Mary reluctantly looks. If she were wearing sunglasses, she would slowly lower them for a better look. Brise wears a sheer nightie that hides nothing and skimpy panties. The tats on her chest and glimmering nipple bars are all plainly visible through the lacy fabric. Her elaborate navel piercings appear to boast some serious gemstones.

Katya, meanwhile, is barefoot in normal underwear and an undershirt, but her bulge is just as attention-grabbing as Brise. Piper didn’t notice in the house, but Katya’s more hung than she is.

More importantly, each carries a bottle, and they’re coming straight at the dock.