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Francine relaxed, the younger girl did not.

“Oh shit,” Francine said.

Then she toppled over and the younger girl earned her victory. She threw her hands in the air and cheered.

“The winner gets the feast!” the young girl yelled.

Francine popped up out of the water and yelled, “You’re a fucking cheater, Jamie!”

“Don’t be a sore loser,” the younger girl who I now knew as Jamie replied.

With that,

Jamie tapped on Rodge’s head and pointed down at her pussy.

“Go to work, big boy,” she said.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Rodge replied as Jamie waited for him to dip down and turn around under water.

She kept her legs wrapped around his head and he moved closer to the side of the pool so she could grip the brick curb. He lifted up and took her pussy full-on in his mouth. She leaned back against the wall and pursed her lips, letting her eyes rolled back as Rodge tongued her down.

My eyes were glued to them. Jamie was sexy as hell and Rodge sure seemed to know what he was doing. For a moment I wondered if he’d been the stud under the table eating me out the night before. It was so strange having no idea who’d had me in his mouth. The mystery of it was fascinating.

A splashing sound brought my attention to Francine and her man. She’d disappeared beneath the water’s surface and one didn’t have to be a genius to figure out what she was doing. Her man had both hands under water and was breathing the way only a man getting some serious head breathes.

I found myself getting turned on all over again. The temptation to jump into the pool and declare, “Who’s up for a round of chicken fighting?!” was almost overwhelming. The man doing most of the hooting and hollering from the other side of the pool caught me looking and suddenly announced, “Looks like we have a peeping Tom!”

Jamie’s eyes popped open and she looked over at me. Her sultry stare told me she was happy to have my eyes on her and the way her tits rose with each satisfied breath nearly beckoned me through the glass doors. It was her pointed finger followed by the come hither motion that got my legs moving.

Once through the door, I was greeted by cheers.

“It’s the new girl!” the excited man on the other side of the pool yelled.

He was bald with that sexy five o’clock shadow at the top of his head; the way only a man who purposely Bics his head looks. I liked his strong, square jaw and what looked like old military tattoos on his upper arms. He was manly that’s for sure.

“Sunshine,” I corrected him.

“It is pretty sunshiny out here,” the woman at his side announced.

Her hair was brown but streaked with blonde highlights. I wouldn’t call her super attractive but she had that wild, slightly dirty attractiveness to her. I’d seen the way men flocked to the porn stars with that look. Where good girls gave off a “wine me and dine me” kind of vibe, these types of girls definitely radiated a more “bend me over and fuck the shit out of me” aura.

I suppose I’m somewhere in the middle. My mood determines my trashiness.

“No, that’s her name,” another woman, this one with caramel colored skin, maybe Latina, yelled out. “She was at the party last night.”

“I missed that one,” baldy said. “But I’m seeing you now, Sunshine. Why don’t you come in and join us. We were about to play a little game over here.”

The pool suddenly looked so refreshing. Taking a dip wouldn’t be cheating on Bastian. It would be a chance to meet my new neighbors, all of which seemed so friendly and willing to invite me into their circle.

“I’d love to,” I said, “I just…”

The sexy trashy girl dipped down low into the pool and sprung up, launching herself slightly out of the water, high enough for me to catch a glimpse of her small tits. That’s when I realized she was wearing a necklace like my own. So was the man standing behind the Latina. I hadn’t noticed it before but the sun reflected off it and it glimmered. He stood behind his girl and the look on her face told me he was busy under the water.

Jamie wasn’t wearing one but when Rodge returned to the surface I saw he was. So was Francine. They all had necklaces like mine.

What does this even mean?

My fingers went to my necklace and I played with the pendant. I’d read the rule book and knew that I was considered a “pet” in the nicest sense of the word. Pet as in sexual plaything it seemed. Like an owned yet cared for underling.