Late Night Phone Call

Part of me had wanted to have some phone sex, or video sex, with Leia when we were done gaming. But, for one, we’d bordered on leaning that way and she’d rolled it back quickly instead of moving forward so I didn’t want to push her into trying it out without a bigger talk about what she was comfortable with. I also had the fact that I hadn’t heard from Becca for a while on my mind, and the last thing I wanted to do was interrupt phone sex with my brand new girlfriend with a call from my other girlfriend.

We did have announcements to make, though. Leia told the other girls that we were official in our big group chat, which led to explanations of how and that we’d been having ‘dude time’ by playing video games, and the group chat devolved into teasing about finding loopholes in the rules and talk about games we could all play together in the future to stay connected as a group while long distance, spread among the congratulations. I noticed that Becca hadn’t said anything though, and Wanda wasn’t in the group chat for now until she felt ready.

I also took the time to type out a slightly shortened version of the Strip Poker Party story so that everyone would be in-the-know, including how the crazy Russian had offered me sexual favours from her assistants. That got some reactions for sure, from shock to finding it funny. It was Zenya who went the furthest though, asking, “How hot are we talking for this MILF?”

The girls, from Cassidy to Ami, were all mildly concerned but also made it universally clear that they trusted me to handle things the best way I knew how for the situation. No one broached the subject of if I should, or would, have sex with the women, and I felt like it was a bit of an Elephant in the Room that I wasn’t ready to deal with right then, but probably should. I was stopped from doing so by Cattie demanding that the general conversation move over to the Robbie’s Girls chat because I was supposed to be continuing my Dude Bro Time.

I told them all I loved them, and I got plenty of kiss and heart emojis back from them all, but no more words.

That left me to my own devices, and I decided that I really needed to sleep on Cassidy’s notebook records before I started tackling them mentally some moree. I had a few names float my way, along with contact details, so I sent out some texts. It was a Thursday night in Las Vegas so most of the promoters were working. I got a couple of bites back, and only one of them was willing to meet mid-morning on a Friday, so I set that meeting.

With nothing else to do, I shut down the lower level of the house, double-checking the locks and turning off all the lights, before heading upstairs to bed.

Which was how I ended up naked, my cock in my hand, as I cycled through what I had to think of as an absurd amount of amateur porn content that I now had saved in an encrypted file on my phone. Pictures from multiple of my partners, and from Tanya and Madison too. Some of them selfies of differing filthy-levels, but also the pictures from the Massage Shoots, and those often got downright hardcore pornographic. Reliving those moments had me grunting softly as I stroked myself, looking at my girlfriends’ bodies. At our activities together.

I added Tanya’s latest picture to the file and deleted it from my actual texts, then opened the last file in the folder. It was the **** sex tape that Cass and Cattie had recorded for Madison - it wasn’t **** against me, though. It was just a reminder of a hot, wild, fun encounter with a cute blonde and a great ass.

I knew I was going to need a second watch-through to get me to my finish - masturbating just wasn’t doing it like having sex with any of my girls would, and my stamina was currently off the charts after all the sex I’d been having - when my viewing pleasure was interrupted by a phone call.

Sitting up, my cock went half-soft almost immediately as I quickly answered it.

“Wanda? Baby?”

“Robbie,” Wanda croaked on the other end of the call, her voice hoarse. “I need you.”

My gut reaction was to move. What was the fastest way to Seattle? It had to be flying even if the next flight didn’t leave until sometime tomorrow, right? Driving would probably be less than 24 hours, but how much less? Enough to make starting driving now worth it instead of waiting for the next flight?

“Jesus, babe,” Becca said in the background of the call. “Full thoughts, he’ll literally start running here if he needs to, saying it like that.”

Wanda sniffed hard. “Sorry,” she coughed, and then let out a breathy half-laugh, half-sigh. “Sorry, Robbie. Just- Hi. I’m OK. I wanted to tell you that first.”

“It’s so good to hear your voice, Wanda,” I said.

“It’s good to hear your voice too,” she whispered softly, then cleared her throat and murmured a ‘thank you’ off the call, probably to Becca. I assumed she’d been handed a glass of something to drink because I heard the tell-tale sound of her swallowing water. “OK, um- Sorry, Robbie, that was a shitty way to- yeah.”

“It’s OK, love,” I said. “I’m sure you’ve been going through a lot.”

“It’s been… shitty,” she said.

“Our girl has been holding her own though,” Becca said in the background.

“Thanks, Becs,” Wanda murmured, then let out a little sigh. “That’s nice.”

“What’s nice?” I asked gently.

“She crawled up on the couch and is hugging me from behind,” Wanda said.

“Just trying to show her she’s loved,” Becca said, now sounding closer since I assumed she had her chin at Wanda’s shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it all, Wanda?” I asked. “Or did you just want to touch base?”

“I-” Wanda started, but her hesitation lasted almost half a minute. “I really do need you, Robbie,” she finally said. “Not right now. Not an emergency. But… God, this is a lot to ask, could you maybe… come here? Tomorrow? Is that too much to ask?”

“After work,” Becca added.

“Right,” Wanda agreed quickly. “After you’re done with work. I’m meeting again with Brodi tomorrow during the day to hash out logistics shit about all of this, and Becca’s going to sit in on that with me since he wants his sister there on his side. But if I can see you tomorrow night after that, maybe? If it isn’t too much-”

“I’ll be there, gorgeous,” I said, not letting her finish that thought. I had a feeling she didn’t know about the ‘bro dude’ weekend, and Becca wouldn’t have told her. I could figure out some other time to handle my own ‘get in touch with my inner man’ therapy stuff; leaving Wanda without me would make me feel less myself than anything. “As soon as I can.”

“Are you sure?” she asked quietly, and I heard every ounce of hurt that she was trying to keep back. Every feeling of abandonment, betrayal and guilt that this thing with Brodi had put in her.

“The only thing that could keep me away would be a grizzly bear armed with a baseball bat, Wanda,” I said. “I’ll be there. God, I wish I could be there right now.”

“I do too,” she said softly, then sniffed again. I had a feeling she'd been doing a lot of crying that afternoon and evening.

“Text me with your flight details when you have them, Tiger,” Becca said. “We’ll figure out picking you up.”

“I can take an Uber,” I said. “Don’t plan around me.”

“Are you kidding?” Becca asked and I could hear her grin. “You think either of us want to give up the extra thirty minutes we get with you to an Uber driver?”

“Fair point,” I chuckled. “Fuck, OK. I’ll book my ticket now. Is there anything else I can do for you right now? Either of you?”

“I’ll be OK,” Wanda sighed.

“There is one thing,” Becca said. “I’ve been a little busy with our girl here, but I saw the group chat was going off. What was happening?”

“Well… How much do you want to be distracted?” I asked them.

Wanda wanted a distraction, so I told them about my day.

They gave me a similar response to the others.

“What the fuck?” They managed to say in unison when I finished.

“That’s about how everyone’s been reacting, including me,” I said. “Well, everyone but Zee. She asked how hot ‘the MILF’ was.”

Wanda snorted and Becca scoffed, and I could imagine them both looking at each other with incredulous smirks.

“So you’re throwing a sex party for this lady who flashes you,” Becca said.

“I mean, I guess it’s his job,” Wanda pointed out.

“I doubt that was all in his job description,” Becca said.

“That’s true,” I slipped in.

“OK, but like, above and beyond and stuff, right?” Wanda hedged.

“More like above, below and all around the edges,” Becca muttered, then she more pointedly addressed me. “Do you have to be at the party? Like, getting naked with them?”

“Yes and no,” I said. “For an event with, uh, issues like this one, I need to be there to handle anything that comes up and can’t leave it to one of the regular supervisors I trust. I’ll be outside of the party though, at the front managing the security stuff. If everything goes fine then I won’t need to go in, and if there’s an emergency then it won’t matter how I’m dressed. There isn’t a shot I’m just standing around in there, stripping down for shits and giggles.”

“You know, it does sound like fun,” Wanda said. “I mean, not in a big group of strangers, and I’m not saying you should plan it for the next trip, Becca, but like… We played that stupid kissing game because of Heather and it was fun. Imagine if her and JC hadn’t been on the trip and we’d played strip poker?”

Becca’s sigh was thick and complicated, and I immediately knew what she was thinking. The idea sounded fun, sure, but the complications of running a trip like that and then going ‘Hey, now everyone be comfortable with nudity!’ were real. The kissing game shouldn’t have happened, in all honesty, and only got pushed into being by Heather and her extra-strong drinks.

“Can I ask something weird?” Wanda continued after a moment of silent communication with Becca on the other end of the call.

“You can ask me anything, anytime,” I told her. “Unless it’s something like ‘Would you love me if I were a worm?’ because that’s a trap and everyone knows it.”

That got a snot out of Becca and a laugh out of Wanda. “No, nothing like that,” Wanda said. “Were you tempted to have sex with one of the assistants? They were both super pretty, right?”

“I…” I said, trying to find my words. “I think there’s a difference between a gut feeling and being truly tempted by something. They are both super attractive, and so are Vera and Nikolina for that matter. Could I functionally get it up for any of them, have sex, and it probably be pretty good? For sure. And it was a struggle not to stare at the nudity and near-nudity. But was I seriously tempted? I don’t think so? Maybe, maybe, I would have been more tempted if Ada had made a pass at me when I wasn’t literally, actively on the clock and Vera hadn’t offered her to me like it was a casual part of Ada’s job to give out sex. And it would have been a discussion with Cass, Becca and Cattie first, and the rest of the girls after to make sure we were all on the same page about stuff. But there’s no way I would have sex with a client, let alone the fiancee of the hotel owner’s eldest son. And Nikolina gives me some mild crazy vibes, and those are Eastern European crazy vibes, so that sounds like a bad idea all around.”

“And the younger assistant?” Becca asked.

“You mean the virgin,” Wanda said, her smirk coming through her tone.

“Her being a virgin doesn’t do anything for me,” I said honestly. “I mean - up until last week I had only ever been with one woman and I thought I was Cassidy’s one and only as well. I’ve never been a ‘notch on my belt’ guy, so the only reason I would care about her being a virgin would be worrying that I was giving her the best first experience I could. But honestly? She’s stunning, guys, but there’s something wrong with her and I don’t think it was just a language barrier or something. She looked at Vera like she was an actual Goddess come to life and Luna was the first member of her new cult. I don’t know if I’d count any sort of consent from her as real, no matter what she says.”

There was a long moment of silence from the girls before Wanda tutted softly. “That all sounds reasonable, Robbie, but devil’s advocate - what if she has a kink like mine?”

“I… hadn’t thought of that,” I said. Wanda’s kink was to feel owned. She’d never gotten that from Brodi - in fact, he’d given her the opposite with wanting an open relationship. No jealousy, no possessiveness, not even any support.

“OK, maybe that’s the case,” Becca said. “But if it is, then that should be explicitly communicated, right? Like, Robbie knows what you want, babe. That makes it mutually safe when you play that game, and when you do it in front of the others they understand that too. This Russian lady just offering him her assistants is kinda out of left field. Like, we don’t try to Yuck other people’s Yum, but that doesn’t give them the right to throw their Yum in our faces.”

“No, that’s true,” Wanda said. “I’m just- If she’s got desires like mine, I kinda want to meet her. But also if she’s weirdly brainwashed or getting sex trafficked or something, I want her to get help.”

“I don’t think it’s sex trafficking,” I said. “Like, she’s definitely actually Vera’s assistant alongside Ada. They just have a really weirdly fucked-up employee-employer relationship.”

“Can I get something out there?” Becca asked. “Not to derail the conversation.”

Wanda made an ‘Mm’ noise for her to jump in, and I said, “Go for it.”

“If things weren’t weird with them, and Ada did approach you while you were headed out of the building or something, you said you’d talk to Cass and the Girlfriends, then the rest of Robbie’s Girls first. I know Cassidy wants you to keep having experiences with other people, and the rest of us are kind of benefitting from that right now and went with it on the trip - I don’t think anyone feels weird about you having sex with Trixie. But do you want to have more experiences with other women?”

I took a slow breath to make sure I was giving the question enough time to sit. “Honestly? My gut says I should be saying No, and I mostly agree with it,” I said. “I mean, I’m already feeling like I don’t have enough of me for everyone. And sex… I like sex. Hell, I love sex, but I love sex with people I feel close to. Last week was wild and opened my eyes to a lot of things, but one thing that wasn’t that surprising was that sex isn’t that great if I just think someone is attractive. Fooling around with Ginnie, even with Leia there, felt a little cheap. Heels is cool, but unless we spend some more time together than we did briefly, I wouldn’t want to have sex with her again unless you were dreaming up a threesome as your fantasy, Wanda. Even Madison, the girl from the gas bar, was fun, but I enjoyed it more because she was getting something more than just sex out of it.”

“You didn’t mention the lady cop,” Becca said.

“She’s in a category all her own of ‘awkward sexual encounters that never need to be repeated,” I sighed.

“Just FYI, I’d totally do a threesom with you and Heels if she were into it, but she’s not,” Wanda said.

“Did I answer your question, Sugar?” I asked Becca.

“Yes, but not really,” Becca said. “We can talk more once you’re here though.”

“OK,” I agreed. “How are you feeling now, Wanda?”

“Distracted, which is something,” she sighed.

“I’m staying with her here tonight,” Becca said.

“And we’ll be dreaming of you in between us,” Wanda said.

I groaned. “I’ll be dreaming of you two here with me,” I promised.

“Love you, Tiger. Send me the flight details,” Becca reminded me.

“Love you too, Sugar,” I said with a little smile.

“I love you, Robbie,” Wanda said. “And the past few days have been awful, not being able to say that. I love you and Cass, so much.”

“I love you too, gorgeous,” I said. “But you should text Cass yourself. I know she’ll appreciate it.”

“I will,” she promised. “See you tomorrow?”

“Nothing could stop me,” I promised her. “Love you both.”

I managed to hang up without letting myself get into another round of goodbyes, then fell back onto the bed with a sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

Loving eight women was getting complicated, and I couldn’t really see it starting to get any easier any time soon.

“Guess I need to book those flights,” I murmured, sitting back up and then standing. I’d left my laptop downstairs, and I decided not to even bother putting on some boxers. My poor cock had been blocked from its orgasm and I wasn’t exactly in the mood to try and get ther again, so the least I could do for my poor little soldier was let him air out in the darkness of my own home. As I headed downstairs I shook my head and muttered to myself. “What a fucking day.”

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