Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
And that's totally understandable, since the last time we all got together, all Madeleine did was gush over her royal sheikh while Andie overshared about her most recent attempts to catch the attention of her "Daddy".
I think we were on our third or fourth glass of bubbly when Andie accidentally lets slip about her (real) Daddy and (fake) Daddy's newest business venture, and the details are too juicy to ignore.
"Smut Fantasies Incorporated?" Daria echoes in amazement. "Is it some kind of porn theme park?"
We all can't help laughing over this, never mind the fact that I'm unable to even imagine what such a theme park would offer. Would a merry-go-round have you trying different partners in one go? Or would their rollercoaster offer the quickest way to have an orgasm?
"Daddy is going to kill me for this," Andie is groaning. "It's the one and only thing he's asked me to keep a secret—-"
"We promise we won't tell a soul," Madeleine swears fervently.
"Wait, wait." Daria clearly wants another crack at guessing what SFI's nature of business is. "Since both of your daddies are in the entertainment business, have they decided to give Netflix a run for its money? Is it like a hardcore version of Passionflix?"
"No, no, no." Andie shakes her head so vigorously that the wet blond locks of her hair splatters water all over our faces.
"Then what is it?" I'm starting to feel really curious myself. Or maybe that's just the champagne talking, since sex wasn't ever something I've spent too much time thinking about.
Andie eyes us over the rim of her champagne flute. "Pinky swear it's going to stay a secret?"
We come up with a chorus of 'yes', and a playful little smile slowly curves over Andie's lips.
"Before I tell you what it's about, I want you to think about your favorite kinky fantasy—-"
Daria is already grinning before Andie's even done speaking while Madeleine's cheeks are now rosy.
Andie looks at me expectantly. "Leah?"
"Um..."
Lemme see.
"I know you didn't have any time to date when Io was sick," Madeleine says, "but surely you've had time to imagine yourself having a boyfriend?"
I shake my head. "Not really."
"Then try coming up with something now," Daria suggests slyly. "Think of something really forbidden—-"
An idea pops in my head out of nowhere, and a gasp slips past my lips.
"I have something!"
My friends squeal while Daria excitedly urges me to spill.
"In my fantasy..."
Madeleine visibly holds her breath.
"I'm this really dumb girl—-"
Andie blinks like my words have instantly sobered her up. "Okaaaay."
"Like really, really, dumb, that I can't even think of anything to worry about." Just saying the words make me feel all tingly inside.
Oh, if only that could be true!
"Is the kinky part coming next?" Daria asks hopefully.
I nod vigorously in answer, and Nik's wife brightens up. "Go on then."
"So there's me, this innocent and super-dumb girl—-" I beam and point to myself for emphasis. "And one day, I go to my doctor—-"
All three girls groan.
"I'm just getting started," I protest.
"You suck at thinking kinky," Andie complains.
"But you haven't yet heard the good part!"
Madeleine looks at me dubiously. "What's good about visiting your doctor—-"
"Everything," I exclaim with a laugh.
Daria glances at my friends. "I think she's really, really smashed."
I find myself pouting at her words, and that's when I realize...
Oh.
Since I've never been the type to pout, maybe I am drunk.
But...
Who cares?
I still have a kinky fantasy to share with my friends, and so I keep on pouting.
"Will you guys just let me finish first?"
Water spills over the edge of the Jacuzzi as I jump to my feet.
"So...where was I?"
"You're a dumb girl," Andie says while making a face, "and then you went to the doctor—-"
I clap my hands in delight.
"Yes, exactly, aaaaand..." I do my best to parrot the sound of a drumroll, and the other girls double over in laughter.
"My doctor happens to be a super, super hot—-"
Daria lets out a whoop. "Now, we're talking!"
"Conscienceless prick——"
My friends start looking confused again, but I'm just way, way too into my fantasy now to care.
"And so when he tells me I need to take my clothes off—-"
"Ooooooooh."
My audience finally gets it, and I feel rather drunkenly smug at how they're now all eagerly leaning forward to hear the rest of my fantasy.
"I say 'yes, doctor', and..."
My voice lowers to a dramatic whisper.
"That's when things get really, really kinky."
Four
I will never ever drink again.
Hangovers are the worst, and a gorilla starts throwing a tantrum inside my head as soon as my alarm goes off.
I'm usually quick to shower, but drinking all night has turned me into a zombie, and a full hour passes before I finally make my way to the open-air aft lounge in one of the upper decks.
The first thing I see is Nik with his bikini-clad wife seated on his lap, and the pair is making out like a couple of teenagers.