Siren's Call

BRRRING-BRRRING

The sound echoed throughout the main rooms of the cabin. Bridget, Rachel, Sybil, and Gabriella gave each other inquisitive looks, but of all of them shrugged in denial.

BRRRING-BRRRING

The three moms all turned to look over at Kimberly, who sat at the small table just outside the dining room, playing with her phone. The platinum blonde looked back and shrugged too, and looked over towards the couches where Jeff and Fred sat. However, both men turned their heads around to look for the owner of the ringing phone.

"It's not me. I barely can get a signal," Kimberly informed the others.

BRRRING-BRRRING

Harvey heard the initial ring from out in the sunroom, where he stoked the small stove's fire. Unlike the others in the cabin, he knew the ringing came not from anyone's cell phone but the cabin's landline. The phone had a distinct ring for a reason. Harvey made sure to purchase the exact brand and style of phone that his grandparents installed in the previous cabin decades ago. The same phone that melted when that cabin burned down.

Closing the stove door as the second ring started, Harvey pondered who the caller could be. While the new cabin kept the same phone number as the previous one, it hadn't been in use for several years. Not many people would know or think to call the number. Maybe it's Graham calling to see why the hell he had to send Chastity out here with the Gizmo Dynamics' file.

Opening the door from the sunroom to the kitchen at the same moment it rang for the third time, Harvey had a pleasant thought. Maybe it's Shenai calling to check up on us. The sound of her voice would be wonderful to hear at the moment.

"I'll get, I'll get it!" Chastity rushed into the main room, looking frazzled as her ample bust bounced up and down.

"I got it. You're not on the clock, Chastity," the cabin owner informed the Diamond Corp receptionist. The honey blonde appeared almost disappointed at not answering the telephone. Feeling awkward, she sat down at the table with the other women. The phone was located in the kitchen on the minimal southside wall closest to the dining room and directly across from the refrigerator's side. Almost hidden in its spot, none of the visitors had noticed it.

BRRRING-BRRRING

Only a couple of steps away from the phone, Harvey experienced an unsettling thought. What if it's them calling? No, no, with the different time zones, it would be the middle of the night there. It can't be one of my parents calling.

"Hello, Diamond Cabin," Harvey said into the phone.

"Oh, is this tall, blond and handsome?" asked a female voice that Harvey recognized.

"Yes, this is he."

"I've been thinking of you and that long, thick, and hard cock of yours."

"I'm fine. Thank you for asking," Harvey answered for the benefit of the five women seated behind him.

"Is there someone there with you?" the feminine voice asked.

"Yes, she's around here somewhere," he responded with a glance over his shoulder to see the women still watching his call with curiosity.

"Oh, goody. Do you want to tell them how badly I want that cum-making cock up inside my tight little pussy right this minute? Or maybe I should start moaning super loud for whoever's there to hear? What do you think?"

"No, that's fine. I'm sure I can find her for you." Harvey kept his back to the women to hide his growing erection as he looked around for someone to help him. Chastity would be the obvious choice, but he wanted the honey blonde to feel like a guest, not an employee. Damn her and that voice. Gets my motor running every time, Harvey cursed the woman on the other end of the line.

"I'm sure you can find my little kitty cat. You always pet it so smoothly. Makes me purr. You love it when I purr, don't you?" the voice asked with an exaggerated purr.

"Why, thank you. I hope you had a Merry Christmas as well." Harvey heard footsteps coming up the stairs from the walk-out level and saw one of the teenagers he didn't know. Shit, what was the nerdy kid's name again? Noah? No. Nate? No. Newt? Yes, that it's. "Newt, could you run down to Whitney's bedroom and tell her someone's on the phone for her?"

"Sure, Mr. Diamond," Newt replied, starting toward the west end of the cabin.

"Trying to get me off already? We both know that's not a problem, don't we?" the voice asked with a hearty laugh.

"Yes, we're looking forward to seeing you on New Year's Eve as well." Harvey noticed Bridget stand up and start walking into the kitchen on the opposite side of the island from him and hoped Whitney hurried up to get here. He didn't trust the little minx on the phone to not starting moaning loudly as a way to tease him.

"Oh, I'll make sure not to wear any underwear for you. Wouldn't want anything keeping you from shoving that monster into me whenever you want. Maybe we can do some real dirty dancing on the dance floor," the teasing voice continued.

Harvey watched as Bridget cleaned a few glasses in the sink. He tried to shift his body so she couldn't see the tent sticking out of his pants if she turned around, and he had to make sure the women behind him didn't get a peek either.

"I expect you to give me poke when the clock strikes midnight. I don't care--" The voice abruptly stopped as the click of another extension being picked up sounded.

"Okay, Dad, I got it," Whitney said into the phone. Harvey swiftly hung up the kitchen extension. Hoping to hide his erection, he opened the refrigerator door and pretended to look for a drink.

"Anyone we know?" Rachel asked politely.

"Oh, yeah, it was--"

---

"--Cat! What's up, slut?" Whitney asked, happy to hear her friend's voice.

"Me? What's the fuck is going on with you, rich bitch?" asked Caterina in an agitated voice.

"What you mean?"

"I mean, why the fuck aren't you answering any of my texts or calls?" the bottle blonde yelled into the phone.

"I don't think I've gotten anything."

"Well, I've texted you like 50 times since yesterday," the cheerleader co-captain revealed.

"Hold on. Let me go grab my phone," Whitney told her friend, placing the old-fashioned phone receiver onto the desk.

Whitney walked of the den and back into the master suite. She quickly moved over to the nightstand, disconnected her phone for the charger, and started back out of the room. She paused to look back at where Ramsey, Lana, and Peyton lounged around watching the tv.

"Hey, could one of you go downstairs and tell Owen I won't be down for a little bit longer? Thanks!"

The teen then hurried back into the den, closing the door behind her, and over to her father's desk and the phone. As she picked up the retro, rotary phone, Whitney scrolled through her cell phone.

"I haven't gotten anything from you, or anyone else, for at least a day. It's this damn spotty signal out here," Whitney informed her friend.

"And here I thought you were having too much fun with your more important friends than to answer me back," the blonde said in a huff.

"Cat, I'm sorry I couldn't invite you here this week. My dad only let me invite Rammy because I had Owen coming here too. Besides, I thought you were still in trouble with your parents for sneaking off for that weekend with your mysterious guy," Whitney reminded her friend.

"You're right; even if I wanted to, my mom would have never let me. Never use Yumi as your alibi. That girl can't remember to keep her story straight for a damn month. My parents never suspected anything, and then she opens her dumb mouth," Caterina groaned.

"So, what the big deal that had you messaging me so much?" Whitney inquired.

"The big deal is what's up with that picture you were in that was posted late last night on Instagram? You and a hot, older brunette."

"Um, what?" Whitney tried to remember last night. Shit, I think I did agree to let Skye post that one picture of us, but she didn't have reception. Maybe after we had our fun, she posted it? "How did you even see it?"

"Well, someone from school must have seen it on her page, and they recognized you. She looks to be local, so I bet several guys from school follow her. Kaitlin overhead people talking about it, so she told me," Caterina explained.

"Hold on. Let me find it." Whitney reached over to her father's laptop and connected to the internet. She quickly found Skye's page and saw that picture that seemed to be abuzz among her classmates. It was the one of her and Skye playfully fighting. "I found it. Yeah, that's a good one."

"Who is she? And where did you take that picture?" Caterina questioned, dying to know the story.

"Skye's dating Uncle Fred, my dad's friend. You know him."

"Finn Singer's dad? He's dating her? Wow, must be some sugar daddy shit," Caterina remarked with a whistle.

"It's not like that. She's a sweet person," Whitney said, defending her new lover. "As you can see, she does some modeling. We were at the hot springs, and she wanted to take a few pictures and asked me to take them. But then she asked if I wanted to join her, and it was fun. Really fun."

"A few! How many did you take?"

"Um, kind of a lot. Maybe I'll show you some when I get back. A few are a little racy, so I don't want anyone else having them."

"Damn, girl. Sounds you're getting wild out there. I remember we went to those hot springs right before the old cabin burned down. You need to take me there next time I'm at the cabin. I don't remember it looking so cool," gushed an impressed Caterina. "So besides trying to be a model, are you having fun with your new man?"

"Owen? Yeah, that holiday lingerie you helped me pick out went over well. I role-played Mrs. Claus the whole time," Whitney told her with a laugh.

"No way! You actually did that? Fuck, I wish I had a boyfriend worth doing that for," Caterina said with envy. "Which outfit did you wear?"

"That one I told you I would wear. I'm still not sure what to do with the other two. It took Owen a long time to get into it, so I don't think I'll try it again with those outfits," noted Whitney.

"Maybe you can save them for his replacement unless Owen's going to last for more than a couple of months. Is he?" the brutally honest blonde inquired.

"Uh, I don't know. He's got some good qualities but is kind of bland. Oh, and he seems to have jealousy issues," Whitney informed her. Caterina was the one close friend she could have a conversation like this with about boys. Lacey could be too much of a romantic, and Ramsey too much of a prude.

"Do tell?" Caterina's interest was piqued further.

"He's been getting all paranoid about Sean and me."

"Sean? Sean who?" asked a confused Caterina.

"Sean Tarver. You know from school," Whitney explained.

"That Sean? And Owen's jealous of him? I guess he's cute, but he's boring. Too straight-laced for my tastes," Caterina remarked. "Wait, why is he--oh, that's right. Aren't his parents' friends with your dad or something?"

"My dad's known his mom for years. You know, I don't quite know why they are friends," Whitney stated before making a guess. "It could be because she was close friends with Fred's wife until she died. They were best friends since they were little. So, I guess my dad has known his mom since high school, at least. But Mrs. Tarver is really nice, always talkative."

"Why's Owen jealous of him?"

"Well, Sean's the one that took the pictures of Skye and me, and I guess I've been teasing him a little. He is sort of an old family friend even if I'm not close to him, so it's not a big deal, but Owen's been getting all worked up over him."

"Teasing him? Wait, you aren't actually interested in Tarver?" asked a surprised Caterina.

"No, he's definitely not my type."

"Who else is at the cabin? Did your dad bring a date or anything?" Caterina tried to cover the jealousy she felt when she asked.

"No way. He still misses Shenai."

"Good. I like Shenai. I hope she can come back," the blonde replied happily. She also liked Shenai, and in more than one way.

"Me too. Let's see, we got my Uncle Fred and Skye; my Uncle Larry's soon to be ex-wife, which is kind of awkward. All four Strattons, Of course, Lacey brought Austin as her guest. Mr. Tarver had something come up the hospital, so Mrs. Tarver brought JoJo Gibble with her instead." Whitney listed.

"Gibble? Yeah, she's nice, kind of a goody-goody, but nice."

"And Sean's guest is Newt Denton."

"Wait, Tarver got two guests? What the hell! And you must be bored with those three there. We don't even hang out with them," Caterina pointed out in disbelief.

"Like you said, JoJo's nice, and Sean's been fun to tease. It's not too weird for him to be here. His sister, Peyton, is here and remember she's best friends with Lana. And I've decided to make Newt my project this week. I want him to loosen up and have fun," Whitney explained.

"Denton have fun? Good luck with that!"

"Oh, my night is looking hard up for fun," Whitney grumbled. "My dad stopped over to say hi to the Vandermeers last night. Can you believe he actually invited Cheyenne Tissle over tonight? I'm supposed to play hostess for her. Give me a break!"

"Still pissed at her for stealing, uh, whatever his name was from Breakwater out from under you?"

"She did not steal him!" Whitney exclaimed. "That choir bitch isn't in my league."

"Don't let her sweet act trick you, Whit. I heard Cheyenne's wilder than she lets on," Caterina gossiped. "A certain lover I won't name said she hits the high notes plenty in bed. You better keep an eye on her."

"As if I care," Whitney blew off the news. "Owen wouldn't dare cheat on me. He lacks the imagination."

Caterina barked out a laugh in response. "That's a good one. Sounds like tonight will be a mini-party up there. I guess it's good I'm not there. The pickings sound slim," Cat lied, knowing exactly who she wanted at the cabin.

"That's it except for Chastity from Dad's work and the Locketts. Their daughter stayed home, but their son, Jared, is here. You remember that football player from Rattle Ridge?"

"Ooh, he's there, and you didn't invite me! Fuck, how is he not the one Owen is jealous of? You remember what the cheerleaders from his school said at cheer camp about his cock? If I were there, I'd be all over that stud. That one blonde wouldn't stop raving about him. Most of our football players don't even know how to do anything but stick their dick inside you. Gawd, just thinking of him is making me moist. I'm so--"

"Okay! I think I get the point, Cat."

"Still, I bet it's got to be awkward up there. He embarrassed Austin in that playoff game," speculated co-captain of the cheer squad.

"You're right about that. They already got into a brawl yesterday when most of us were at the hot springs," revealed Whitney, drawing a moan from over the phone.

"Fuck, just the thought of his muscled body swinging punches at Austin is going to bring me off. I'm so going to break me off a piece of--ugh! Hold on,'' Caterina spat out in frustration as a ringing sound called out in the background.

Whitney waited and could barely hear the murmurs of a conversation. Then Caterina's voice grew louder as she must have moved back closer to her phone.

"--am I supposed to know?...Knocking and squeaking sounds?...Beats me...Why don't you just bring it in and we can have someone look it over?...Listen, we're not going to tell you that over the phone...Why? Because we're a fucking business, and we're here to make money, not give you free advice...Same to you, asshole!" The sound of a phone slamming down could clearly be heard on Whitney's side.

"Sorry about that," Caterina said, returning to her conversation with Whitney. "Now, what were we talking about?"

"Wait, where are you?" inquired Whitney.

Cat gave out a loud sigh before answering. "I'm fucking working as a damn receptionist this week for Jaxon at his shop! I think Tate's creepy-ass scared away their last one, so my mom decided to make me fill in. Like I know shit about cars."

"Wow, that must suck. Has Tate been perving on you too?" Whitney asked, feeling sorry for her friend's predicament.

"He started to my first day, but Jaxon pulled him aside and said some shit to him. At least, my brother seems to feel bad about my getting **** to work here for winter break."

"I'm sorry, Cat. Here I am talking all about my vacation, and you're stuck in a dingy office."

"It's not your fault. Yumi's the one that's been apologizing non-stop about it. Oh! That reminds me of the first reason I texted you yesterday. Aurora's dad was in here yesterday, and everything got weird," Caterina revealed.

"How so?"

"Well, besides flirting with me way too hard, which is kind of messed up. He is a married man."

"And the father of one of your cheermates," Whitney pointed out.

"Um, yeah, that too. Well, he came for some secretive meeting with Tate and Jaxon. I could hear Mr. Rusk raising his voice at times. I'm pretty sure he's given money to them for the shop too. I asked Jaxon if he loaned them money, but he denied it and told me to mind my own business," Cat recounted.

"Yeah, that's odd. I guess since he sells cars and they fix them, it could make sense, but Mr. Rusk has a repair shop inside his dealership," Whitney remarked.

"I'm thinking of asking my--ugh, again!" Caterina spat out in annoyance at the sound of a phone ringing. "I better go. I'll see you on New Year's Eve, okay."

"You know it. See ya, slut."

---

Owen sat on the couch watching a sports highlight show and wondering what was taking Whitney so long. Finally, he heard the sound of several pairs of feet coming down the stairs. Looking over, he saw two new faces at the cabin, but ones he knew from the past.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Owen Nevin," Lana said.

"Hey, Lana. Hey, Peyton," Owen greeted his former classmates, who were a year behind him in school. He rose from the couch to hug them, but Lana avoided his attempt.

"Imagine our surprise when Lacey told us last week that you were Whitney's new boyfriend," Peyton stated.

"Very surprised," Lana added.

"Uh, how so?" Owen asked.

"How so?" Peyton repeated. "He seems confused, Lana."

"Funny, I thought the last time we saw him, we made our point clear."

"Quite clear," added Peyton.

"Uh, I know we had some issues, but we still had a bunch of fun times with our group of friends."

"Issues?" Lana repeated as she began to walk around Owen. "Would you call--"

"--them issues? I most certainly would not," Peyton finished as she now replaced Lana in walking around Owen in a circle.

"Look, I'm not the same guy that I was when you knew me. I know I did some immature stuff back then, but I've changed," Owen insisted.

"Immature? That's what--" Peyton began asking.

"--you call leading someone on?" Lana finished as she now resumed circling Owen, with Peyton standing before him. "Using them."

"You sure liked flirting with her when she tutored you. Mr. Star Quarterback, who needed a younger tutor to make sure he could play every week," Peyton recalled as Lana came to a stop next to her, and she started her next circle around the former quarterback.

"That's not how it was; you weren't there," argued Owen, his head swiveling around to look at Peyton, feeling like prey as his two predators circled him.

"We might not have been there, but we heard all about each session. How Owen Nevin made little comments about how he wished he could be with her--" Lana spoke with increasing anger in her voice.

"--but he couldn't date anyone during the season. Coach's rules, he told her." Peyton finished.

"Funny, that didn't stop you from working your way through several girls," Lana recalled. "And then when football season ended--"

"--you started dating someone else. Leaving poor Wendy heartbroken," Peyton stated, her voice rising as she stared daggers at him. "Do you know what happened? Do you!"

"Uh, kind of, I think," Owen muttered, looking down at his feet.

"Roderick Taft swooped in and played Wendy's knight in shining armor. Only he wasn't--" Lana spat.

"--he was a fucking monster!" Peyton nearly snarled.

"Yeah, Roddy's an asshole, I know. But that's not my fault. Wendy MacKenzie was never my girlfriend or anything," Owen argued.

"He's so much more than just an asshole. He mindfucked her," Lana explained while laying a hand on her best friend's arm to calm her down.

"Even if you never saw her as a potential girlfriend, Wendy should have at least been your friend. Instead, you humiliated her and threw her to that wolf. We've spent years, YEARS, fixing the damage he did to her!" The usually laid back Peyton looked ready to attack the young man, leading Lana to slide in front of her.

"Look, I'm sorry that she thought we were something more, and if I did anything to lead her on, I'm sorry for that too. But I'm not that guy anymore, so you don't have to worry about me hurting Whitney. I wouldn't do that," Owen stated passionately.

Lana let out a loud laugh. "Worried about Whitney! Pey, are we worried about Whitney?"

"Absolutely not," Peyton replied through gritted teeth.

"Whitney's tough, not like Wendy. I've helped mentor her since she was little. It's you that's more likely to get hurt by Whitney," Lana said mockingly.

"And if you think to get payback by hurting Lacey--" Peyton snarled out.

"--or by going after Sean. We will come for you. You can count on it," Lana warned while giving their prey a **** stare.

"I'm not going to hurt your little sister or brother. Gawd, you don't need to be so melodramatic," Owen answered, nearly laughing at the two women.

Lana nudged Peyton towards the stairs, who reluctantly went that way. The blonde did turn back to give Owen one last piece of advice. "I would sleep with one eye open if I were you. Finn hasn't forgotten what you did, either."