Martha has an idea

"Yes! Let's get out of here. I know it's for a good cause and I dragged you here, but this is boring. Where do you want to go?" Elsa readily agrees.

In the meantime, you try to stay cool, not wanting to come off as too eager or ****, although it's hard not to when you're sandwiched by 2 supermodels. You're hoping 1 of them would suggest going back to their place. You wouldn't mind bring them back to the estate, but it might be a little too early for that and you don't want to scare them off if they see the other girls and learn about the contracts. You don't want to mess up the opportunity to get 1 or both of them bound to you legally.

Martha looks thoughtful, studying you and Elsa sideways while she thinks of what to suggest. Suddenly, her eyes light up and you can see she has an idea. She tugs on your arm. "I'd really like to be on the water."

"You want to go swimming?" you ask.

Martha shakes her head and smiles slyly. "No, not in the water. On the water."

You realize what she's getting at. She's trying to figure out how wealthy you are, since you're able to be the top donor at this event, and like you, she assumes all rich guys have boats. You start to sweat under your shirt, wondering if you could pull off such a feat on the fly. Between Olivia's fortune and the estate you inherited from Nigel, you actually don't know if you own a boat. You could buy one, but certainly not at this hour. You nod and politely excuse yourself, telling the ladies that you have to say your goodbyes and you'll meet them at the entrance. They both clap and giggle in response, excited about where the night was leading. Once you're out of sight of them, you quickly whip out your phone and dial the most reliable person in your life right now.

Abby picks up on the second ring. "Hey! How's the fundraiser going? Are you fitting in alright? Catch the eyes of any nice ladies you can culture a relationship with and then get them to eventually sign a contract?" she starts with a barrage of questions, not letting you get a word in.

"Uh, good. Like a tuna in a sardine can. And yes, 2, actually. About that-"

"Woah, hold on tiger. 2? No, you just want to fuck them don't you?"

"Well, I've already fucked 1 of them..."

"What?!? Already?" Abby sounds displeased that you're not following her advice.

"No, no. Not like that. It happened before today."

"Huh?"

"I'll explain later. Anyway, she and her friend want to ditch this place and go somewhere fun. Somewhere on water. Is there any chance Nigel had a boat?"

Abby laughs at the question. "Oh, he had a boat, alright. It's like the Air **** One of boats. You could live on that thing. Nigel actually did for a couple of months while he was in Europe."

"Oh, great! Uh, can we go there now? Is there a boat guy who can take us out?" you ask.

"A boat guy? Nope. Nigel used to operate it himself. It's pretty state of the art and modern."

"I don't know, I've never operated 1 before and it sounds expensive. I don't want to wreck it."

Abby sighs loudly on the line. "I was just getting ready for bed... but I guess I can meet you there and be your captain. Nigel used to show me the controls and let me take charge once in a while, though he was always standing there beside me, watching. Even when the auto-pilot is on!"

"Great, text me the address and I'll meet you there," you say, hanging up, relieved and excited that your night with the 2 Victoria's Secret Angels is only just beginning.