Page 32 of Wrecked With You

“Actually, Tracy Ann is in her room. Apparently the flight was bumpy and she’s taking a nap to ward off nausea.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” I say. Since we have absolutely nothing to go on about these women, Tony and I had resorted to guesses. And since Tracy Ann’s initials are the same as The-Asst, she came in at the top of our list of who we want to meet first.

But if you’d like to meet Amy,” Mindy continues, “I happen to know she’s by the south pool.” She gestures helpfully to the south side of the resort. “There’s a group getting ready to play our famous Dessert Delight game. You should join. It’s one of our most popular getting to know you games.”

I look at Tony, only to find him looking back at me. “What about Thea?” he asks Mindy. “Is she here yet?”

“She’s scheduled to arrive on the evening shuttle,” Mindy tells us. “I expect you’ll find her at the nightclub tonight. Almost all our evening arrivals visit the nightclub.”

She looks between the two of us, and I can’t help but feel a bit chastened. Tony and I had arrived in the evening, but we’d foregone the nightclub.

“Tony and I amused ourselves last night.” I meet his eyes and feel the burn of connection race all the way up from my toes to my tits. I clear my throat, trying to remember what we were talking about.

“The cabana’s great,” Tony says, coming to my rescue. “Very well-stocked for fun.”

She beams, as if she’d picked out the massage oil and bondage straps personally.

“Can you point us toward the south pool?” I ask, trying to shift us back to the main topic. “We’ll head over there to meet Amy.”

“I’m sure you’re going to love the dessert game,” Mindy says, and as she starts to walk away, expecting us to follow, I once again meet Tony’s eyes. This time, I mouth, “Dessert Delight game?” He shrugs, but looks as amused as I feel.

We follow Mindy down the winding walkway to the south pool. Even though Tracy Ann is our best guess for Tony’s contact, it really could be anyone. So I’m mentally crossing my fingers that Amy acknowledges the clues that Tony intends to drop.

Since The-Asst hadn’t established any protocol through the dark web message board, Tony and I worked out a plan last night to work identifying information into conversations. Like, for example, we intend to mention snakes. The actual word serpent would be nice, too, but harder to make sound natural.

And, of course, there’s bonus points if we can figure out a way to talk about message boards or the dark web while chatting her up.

Hopefully Amy will take the bait and prove that she’s the one. Because the sooner we can get on with the business of obtaining her information about The Serpent, the better.

The pool we arrive at is kidney shaped, with a jacuzzi at one end and a low diving board at the other. It’s surrounded by a wide, flagstone deck upon which sits a number of lounge chairs with over-stuffed cushions. Beyond that, there are rows of cabanas that shade wide, comfy-looking loungers. Each cabana has curtains that can be tied back for a breeze or closed for privacy.

The deck on the ocean side of the pool is currently covered with mats and towels. There are five people standing around, all dressed in skimpy swimsuits. I assume that one of them is Amy.

In the other areas, people are swimming and sunbathing in the nude. The sounds of sex come from the closed cabanas. And, frankly, the sounds and sights of sex are coming from a few of the open ones as well. Couples. Threesomes. Even a foursome. And I’m not certain if these folks are just exhibitionists or if the open curtains are an invitation to join. Either way, I’m not even remotely interested.

Which, considering I’ve never met a sexual encounter I didn’t like—or, rather, a consensual sexual encounter—my complete lack of interest is a bit odd.

I’d normally put it off on the stress and concentration of the job, but on this particular assignment, that excuse doesn’t make much sense.

The truth is, it’s about Tony. I’m not done with him yet, plain and simple.

I don’t see him as a permanent thing, of course. Hell, I don’t really see anybody as a permanent thing. But when we’re not on the clock, I intend to take full advantage of the fact that I’m sharing a room and a bed with a man with definite skill in the sex department.

I got a taste last night. Now, I’m craving a more robust meal.

Tony takes my hand as Mindy leads us to a woman who looks to be in her mid-forties with short, curly hair that accentuates her high cheekbones and a diamond studded nose ring.

She’s wearing a sarong skirt and a bikini top, her skin glistening with sunscreen. She’s incredibly tan. Her smile is bright and cheerful as we approach, and Mindy waves a hand to indicate me and Tony.

“Amy, so good to see you! Meet Kari and Tony. These are the two I told you about as we were walking to your cabana.” Tony, of course, is using his real first name just in case The-Asst knows who he is. Another attempt to correct for her failure to establish a protocol.

Amy flashes a sunshine bright smile at both of us. “I’m so glad to meet you. It’s so odd coming to a place like this for the first time, much less all on my own, but I only recently decided to quit my job and work for myself, and I thought I deserved a treat before I dove in. So here I am.”

She shrugs, looking a little embarrassed but even more excited. She also looks completely comfortable in her skin, and while this may be her first time at Debauchery, I doubt that this is her first time playing sex games with strangers.

Then again, maybe she’s just the outgoing type.

Mindy leaves us to introduce ourselves to the rest of the group. There’s Scott, a burly man in his 30s with a nice smile and the air of a mall cop. He came with the very young and curvy Beth, who unlike me really is a paid escort, and if I’m wrong on that I’ll eat my very sheer sarong.