Sort out what was happening with Ainsley

As we walked down the hallway of the hotel, I checked to see how far Ainsley was on the belief that verbal **** from me was a turn-on. I couldn't think of any other reason why a successful fashion model let herself be treated like this. She didn't have it at all yet. That made sense, Simone was still sleeping off the effects of last night's party, so she hadn't had a chance to infect the other women yet.

"Will?" said Ainsley shyly.

"Yeah?"

"The way you fucked me... it was amazing! I've never felt like that before!"

I knew why she felt like that, but I couldn't help teasing her. "Maybe that was because the Itos edged you for two hours first."

"Maybe." We entered the elevator and Ainsley let her long coat fall open, revealing her naked body. "But I want to do it again to find out."

"What about Nicole?"

Ainsley's cheeks turned red, but she just shook her head. "I don't want to think about that. I know you love her and I don't want to know what you two worked out to make this okay. I just want you to fuck me again."

The elevator stopped. A guy I vaguely recognized from the party stood in front of the elevator doors with his mouth hanging open as he saw Ainsley in her barely covered fetish outfit and exposed body. I could tell that he didn't have any of the group beliefs activated yet, but his acceptance of letting loose at weddings was rising right at that moment.

I grabbed Ainsley's elbow and pulled her out of the elevator, then pushed her against the wall next to it and pinched both her nipples. The guy was so stunned he just stared at us as the elevator doors closed in front of him.

Ainsley's face lit up in ecstasy and embarrassment. "Will, can we please go to my room?"

"Why?" I twisted her nipples just a little bit, which she clearly enjoyed judging by the way her eyes rolled up in her head. "You didn't mind dressing up like a slutty kitty for the Itos, what's different about this?"

"That's.... complicated," said Ainsley. "Mr. Ito said he would... Never mind, that's not important. Anyway, dressing up is no big deal. I had to dress up as a sexy fish for one photo shoot."

I leaned in close to her ear. I could feel her hot breath on my neck as I said, "I think you're just a slut. I think you're so **** for cock that if I tell you that I'll only fuck you again if you blow this guy, you'll do it."

She looked over my shoulder and said, "Sir? Would you like a blowjob?"

"Uh..."

I looked back at him. As far as I could remember, he was a VP of something-or-other in the Astor's company. He was slightly pudgy and I remembered that his wife was slightly pudgy, too. I examined his belief that blowjobs didn't count as cheating.

Acceptance: 79%

"Yeah, okay!" he said enthusiastically.

I moved to the side, grabbing Ainsley's coat and sliding it off her shoulders as she dropped to her knees. The guy fished his small, hard cock out of his pants and she had it in her mouth in an instant.

"Go ahead and grab her pigtails," I told him. "It's really fun!"

He did exactly that, using her blonde pigtails to ram her head down onto his cock. "Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening!"

I said, "It's happening, and it's the best sexual experience you'll ever have. From now on, you have a huge cat-girl fetish! Of course you do! This is the hottest sexual experience of your life! Nothing your wife could possibly do could ever compete with a famous fashion model blowing you in a hotel hallway in cat gear."

Ainsley pulled her head off his cock long enough to look up at him and say, "Meow!" before going back to sucking his cock.

-5 BS. 51 Remaining.

Did I need to be spending BS on some random guy? No. However, for the first time since this began I felt like I had all the BS I needed and my plans were on track. I had room to have a little fun.

The guy let go of Ainsley's cute pigtails and held his hands up in the air. He looked like a robber had just said, "Stick 'em up!" He came with a low moan and Ainsley sucked so hard she sucked her cheeks in as he blew his load in her mouth. When he recovered, he looked at me with a smile and held one hand out towards me. I high fived him.

+10 BS. 61 Remaining.

Acceptance: 100%

Once the guy happily pressed the elevator button, Ainsley and I started towards her hotel room again. When we got there, she reached for the door, but she couldn't open it with her cat paw mittens.

"Could you help me undo these? I don't even have thumbs, and the velcro around my wrists is really tight."

I took the paws off her hands, then said, "You were a good, little slut kitty back there. Alright, I'll fuck you again. Meet me in the hotel's utility closet after the reception tomorrow night."

She smiled and nodded.

"Some of the other girls might be a little jealous, so don't mention this to them."

"Don't worry, I won't!" She took her mittens and coat and winked at me as she entered her room.

"Ainsley will be down in a few minutes. She needed to change."

"Fuck!" said Kennedy. We were back on the beach, in the middle of the party. Nicole and Opal had already left to see the dress designer. "What is taking her so long?"

"She's..." I was so curious about what was going on with Ainsley, I decided to explore things a bit. "She's a little messed up right now. She was with the Itos and things were a bit... weird."

Kennedy sighed. "Yeah, that makes sense."

"What's going on?"

"Nothing you need to worry about," said the tall woman.

"Come on, Kennedy. You should always be honest with me. I'm about to be your best friend's husband. I need to know the truth so that I can look after Nicole and her friends."

-10 BS. 51 Remaining.

"Yeah, you should know this," said Kennedy. She stepped closer to make sure nobody else on the beach could hear her. "Just don't tell Nicole until after the wedding, we don't want to spoil it."

"Of course not!" I replied. "You know Nicole's happiness is my number one priority."

Kennedy took a deep breath. "Ainsley's dad was indited on embezzlement charges a few days ago. All her accounts were frozen and his fashion industry connections aren't going to help her with her career anymore, so she's out of work. If she hadn't already bought these tickets, she wouldn't even have been able to come here. She's broke and will probably be homeless at the end of the month."

Wow. That was a lot. It definitely might explain how Mr. Ito had gotten some extra influence over her with a few promises of help.

Poor girl.

Lucky for her, she wasn't going to have to worry about any of that stuff very soon.