Everly doesn't believe Daleyza but learns her secret anyway.

Everly didn’t truly believe what Daleyza had told them and suspected she was keeping things to herself. The two friends always censored some of the more risqué things they’d got up for Aubriella’s benefit. She was heavily invested in the Catholic way of like and believed in no sex of any sort before marriage. Everly pitied the poor soul she ended up marrying. Catholic schoolgirls were always some of the most sexually repressed people there could be until they were finally able to open up and let all those years of unfulfilled desires out in an avalanche of debauchery. It was a good thing Everly had managed to avoid all that. She never gave her desires a chance to build up.

When Aubriella excused herself to go to the bathroom Everly demanded to know the real story, “alright tell me what really happened.”

“Oh my God! We completely did it right there in the hot tub!” Daleyza gushed.

“I knew it, slut!” Everly crowed.

“You can talk, slut. You suck more dicks in a week then I have in my life!”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m so much better at it than you,” Everly shook her head as if that should have been the most common knowledge thing in the world.

“I bet I give just as good head as you do,” Daleyza told her, regretting her words almost instantly.

“Oh, you want to take that bet and find out?” Everly asked grinning.

“With you? Not in a million years,” Daleyza laughed.

The two close friends spent the rest of the short while they had before Aubrielle returned sharing the juicy details of what had gone on in the spa between Daleyza and Aryan. How he’d bent her over the lip before taking her from behind. How he’d felt bigger and fuller than she’d experienced before. How Daleyza hoped she might see him again the next time she was in LA.

When Aubriella came back the girls talked some more about non-consequential things before their school friend checked her watch and said she must really be getting back for class. Everly had a booking at Shady Creek that afternoon she would need to be there for so Daleyza offered to drop Aubie at the high school.

Returning to the gold club, Everly thought about Daleyza and the hot guy from the plane. Other than giving Chet a blow job, Everly hadn’t done anything with someone closer to her age in a while. The people who could afford the memberships and course fees at Shady Creek were normally much older, nearing retirement age. Someone around the age of Daleyza mysterious lover would be just the treat for Everly right now. The only problem was she did know anyone like that to call at just this instance.

Leaving her car to cool down in the staff parking lot, Everly returned to the caddies’ locker rooms and changing area. Stefan the junior trainee was there replacing liners in the bins.

“Stef, where’s Chet?” Everly asked. The young boy jumping when she spoke to him. Her reputation as a little bit of a bitch to the other caddies must have reached him and frightened him towards her.

“He’s in the boys’ room. Having a shower. I could let him know you want to speak to him?” Stefan offered.

“Yes. No, wait. No,” Everly changed her mind. She’d been thinking of maybe doing something like she’d done with Chet before but the opportunity to mess around with the cocky caddy was too good to pass. “Just piss off out of here and don’t come back for an hour,” Everly told him.

His little eye’s bulged in fright. Everly giggled. It was going to be too much fun tormenting that boy if he kept scaring so easy. The youngest member of their team dropping his rubbish bags and broom before he did his best roadrunner impersonation and scrammed.

Everly opened the door quietly to the boys’ half of the locker rooms. Another one of the perks of being the only female on the staff was that she got an entire section to herself while eleven young men had to all share the other. Steam was filling the air and she could hear the water running still. Good, Chet was still taking his shower.

Creeping over to his opened locker, Everly picked up all the clothes she could find in it and bunched them all up into the towel that Chet had so carelessly left hanging up on the hook outside his curtained shower cubicle. She then crept as quietly as a mouse back outside the room with the clothes leaving Chet without a single scrap of clothing to get dressed back into.